I Watched My Wife Cheat at the Hotel

They fucked almost all night. It wasn’t having sex or anything as quaint as making love. It was primal and selfish, and that’s exactly how they both wanted it. Sarah focused on her own needs and pleasure, maybe for the first time in her life. She had been the boss in her classroom for years now, and surrendering felt foreign and exotic and really good. She wanted to experiment and give in. She felt the opposite of self-conscious, whatever that was. She had put so much effort into staying fit and looking good, all while building up this deficit of satisfaction. Her husband could get her off with a little help, and she wasn’t shy about finishing herself, but this felt completely different. Mike’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks. The slap of skin on skin filled the cheap hotel room. Sweat slicked their bodies together. She moaned loud when his cock hit that spot deep inside her pussy again and again.

Room Service Tease

When they ordered food, she answered the door in Mike’s shirt and gave the delivery guy a clear look at her body. His wide eyes made her feel sexy and validated. The shirt barely covered her ass. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric. Mike watched from the bed, stroking his dick slowly. Sarah felt the heat between her legs grow wetter just from the stranger’s stare. She thanked him with a smile that promised more than food. Back inside she dropped the shirt and climbed onto Mike again. His cock slid into her soaked cunt with one thrust. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, while the smell of burgers mixed with the musk of sex.

Mike was having a great time. Sarah’s hunger seemed to match his own sex drive. He stayed completely detached and cared about her pleasure only when it suited him. Every now and then he brought up her husband. She got nervous each time, but then she joined in the dirty talk. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” always got her even more worked up. Mike kept pushing. At one point he put her on her belly and teased her ass with his finger. He asked if she wanted to get fucked there. She writhed on the bed, said nothing at first, then said yes, then begged for it. “Please Mike, fuck my ass. I need it.” Her voice cracked with want. He kept the finger circling her tight hole while he pounded her pussy from behind.

Mike looked around the room. Unplanned and unlubricated anal would ruin the night, so he kept one finger inside her and told her she wasn’t ready yet. Somehow that made her want it more. They finally fell asleep. Mike woke up to her hands exploring his body. He guided her head down to suck him, and she went eagerly. The morning sex felt less rushed, and he came again without any trouble. They decided to skip hotel breakfast. She didn’t want to be seen with him. He picked up on that and jumped in the shower. While he was gone, morning light came through the window and Sarah thought about her husband for the first time. She felt too tired to feel guilty. How would sex with him feel after this? They hadn’t done it, but had she really begged to get fucked in the ass? She felt like she had been drunk. She needed to go back to her real life, but part of her wanted to stay in this fantasy a little longer. Her fingers drifted between her legs and found her clit still swollen.

Final Morning Thrusts

When the water shut off and Mike stepped back into the room, Sarah walked over, pulled off his towel, and dropped to her knees. He was soft and she wanted him in her mouth so badly. She wanted to make him hard and please him one last time, because this would never happen again. Mike got hard in her mouth and hands. She hadn’t showered yet, and her messy hair gave him perfect handles to pull her head onto his cock. She took as much as she could while he alternated between letting her lead and fucking her mouth. He laid her on the bed again and climbed on top of her. He kissed from between her legs up to her navel, then both nipples, then her neck. Their bodies rubbed together as he pushed inside her again. He loved that first thrust. How many first thrusts had this been? Since they had fucked all night, Mike needed more stimulation. He started talking and pushing her limits. “I want to fuck you in front of your husband. Show him how you like it. Do you want that? You can show him what a good girl you are. That someone can treat you like a little slut. You want that.” Dirty talk was still just talk, and she was very turned on. But was this appealing to her? She almost felt outside her body, picturing Mike taking her while David watched. She wanted this. Did she want this? What was she feeling? She came hard and unexpectedly, clenching and scratching Mike’s shoulders. She apologized for coming again. Why did she apologize? She felt humiliated and empowered and satisfied all at once. Mike laughed and kept fucking her. He didn’t last much longer. He pulled out, leaned back, and pulled Sarah forward to catch his load in her mouth. Some landed on her face and a little in her hair, but she took him in her mouth and sucked until he started to go soft. He held her head and watched her. She really was sexy, and the wrongness of it excited him. He told her that if she wanted to make this happen, he would be happy to help. Sarah never got to answer because housekeeping knocked and she jumped in the shower. By agreement they left the room at separate times. The goodbye felt awkward after such a wild night.

David was bummed that things hadn’t worked out the way he wanted this weekend. He jerked off three times, so that was something. He counted it as a win. Mike messaged that something had come up, so the weekend was off. Now it was Sunday and Sarah was on her way back. She was probably exhausted, so today would be takeout and a lazy day. David already had the Chinese menu open on his phone.

Sarah was actually sore as she drove home. She felt sexy and satisfied on a lot of levels. That itch was scratched, and there was a little guilt somewhere, but no one would know. This could stay her secret. Maybe make it an annual thing around commencement weekend. But no, she wasn’t already making plans again, was she? She replayed the night and felt proud of herself. She gave no thought to how this would change her marriage. When she thought of David, she thought of the cuckold ideas Mike had planted. Even with the AC blowing cold air, she felt warm thinking about it. She needed to push that out of her head right now. Her thighs pressed together on the seat and she felt the slick reminder of Mike’s cum still inside her.

Sarah arrived at Jessica’s around two, genuinely exhausted. She needed to check in because David thought they had both been at the campus events together. Sarah wanted to tell Jessica everything, but she knew that was a terrible idea. She was completely blindsided when Jessica hurried her out onto the deck and whispered, “Guess what I did? Remember you said you bumped into that guy from the Corner Tap? Mike? Well I looked him up. He still looks really good. You know what I did? I sent him a message and a friend request.” Sarah felt a stab of fear, a little anger, and a split second of jealousy. Realizing Jessica was waiting, all she could say was, “And? Did he get back to you?”

“No, and I know I shouldn’t have, but I was just super curious. I checked his mutual friends to see if Bai was on there, but she wasn’t.” This was all unnecessary information, and Sarah was sleep-deprived. She felt annoyed but could deal with it later. “Jessica, Jessica, Jessica, what are you doing? You’re nuts,” she said, fake laughing. Jessica beamed and said she meant nothing by it and would let Sarah know if she found anything out. “Like what?” Sarah asked. “Like I think he’s widowed or something. I was creeping on his page. I know you don’t care but this is fun for me. I’ll be good and tell you everything I find out!” Sarah’s head was spinning. This would be hilarious if she weren’t so tired. She let Jessica keep talking about herself, declined a glass of wine, and headed home. This was the last week of school and she wanted to be at her best.

Sarah and David settled back into their normal routine. After a couple of earlier bedtimes, everything felt normal again. On Thursday David got a message from Mike. At lunchtime he drove over and parked on the street. Mike let him in, dropped his pants off one leg, and sat on the couch. David got between his legs and licked the top of Mike’s soft cock from head to base. He separated the dick from the balls with his mouth and sucked, enjoying the feeling of blood rushing in as it got harder. Mike rested his head back and stared at the ceiling. “You know,” he said, “I fucked your wife.” The words hit David like a hammer, even though he had expected something like this. Sarah had a whole life before they met, and David already knew Mike recognized her from college. While he processed that, he came off Mike’s dick and said, “What?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop,” Mike nodded toward his now-hard cock. “Back in the day before she graduated. We hooked up.” David was reeling but did what he was told. He sucked Mike’s dick while he heard about that night from twenty years ago. In spite of himself, David was getting more turned on. The thought of his Catholic-school-teacher wife being a slut back then was hot. He had tried before to get Sarah to talk about her past, but she never would. She didn’t have much to hide and she stayed pretty buttoned up about it. Mike didn’t give too many details, only that Jenny was a good girl. He said he fucked her a couple times, but made it clear it was just that one night. David caught himself moaning with the hard dick in his mouth. He felt so turned on that his wife might have been someone else’s plaything, even now when he was someone else’s plaything. Mike was still talking but David couldn’t concentrate when Mike came in his mouth. David slowed down, careful to catch every drop, holding Mike’s balls. As David worked his tongue up the shaft, Mike said, “You should have been there. She was sexy back in the day. Is she still pretty hot?” David wouldn’t make eye contact, but said yes, she was. “How would you like to watch me fuck her again? I bet you’d like that.”

“I mean…” David said, not knowing what to say. “You should try to make that happen. How long have you been married? See if she wants to open up the marriage or set up a threesome or something. I’d be happy to help,” Mike said with a soft laugh. David finished up and got ready to leave. Mike just pulled up his pants and followed him to the door. David’s head was spinning. He had gotten off to this exact picture when he found out Mike recognized Sarah. At the door Mike said, “Take a shot. Ask her and see what she says.” When David just nodded and didn’t reply, Mike called after him, “Let me know what she says.” David drove home with the taste still on his tongue and the image of Sarah on her knees burning behind his eyes.