My mind kept racing back and forth as I walked back towards Steve. I sat down next to Steve and quietly contemplated what I wanted to do. I was so nervous. 

How do you even make a move?

Steve must have picked up on my nerves. 

“Everything alright?” Steve asked in a concerned tone. 

I nodded, “Yeah. I’m good.”

“You sure? You seem different.” Steve prodded. 

I hesitated for a moment.

“Uhm…” I blurted out.

“Yes?” Steve asked.

I panicked. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe this was a stupid idea.

“How about you tell me about your rebounds.” I said, trying to pretend like it was a smooth recovery. 

“Well…”, Steve smiled, “What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, tell me anything.” 

Steve paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he was going to be weirded out, or if he was thinking of something to say. 

“You seem really interested in my sex life.” Steve said, “Especially for a married woman.” 

His comment caught me off guard. I could feel my face begin to blush. I didn’t know how to respond, my mind felt paralyzed. 

Steve broke the ice by chuckling. 

“Cat got your tongue?” He joked. 

I gave him a playful smile back. One that said you got me. 

“How about this,” Steve said, “I’ll tell you something if you tell me something.” 

“Okay, deal.” I said, finally overcoming my metal paralysis, “You first.”

“Okay. How often do you and your husband have sex?” Steve asked. 

I felt my face turn an even brighter shade of red.

“I don’t know… Once a week?” I mumbled in a shy tone. 

“Okay, your turn.”

I wasn’t sure what to ask. Steve got right to the point, so I figured why shouldn’t I?

“When was the last time you got laid?” I asked. After I said it, I couldn’t believe I had just asked this stranger such a personal question. 

“Ha… Uh… Last night.” Steve said.

“LAST NIGHT?!” I shouted, stunned by his answer.

Steve just smiled and nodded. 

“WITH WHO?!” I shouted. Not that it mattered, I knew no one else here, but I wanted more details. 

“Whoa, it’s not your turn!” Steve exclaimed, shooting me down. 

“Ugh, fine. Go.” I said, urging him to ask a question so I could ask mine. 

“Have you ever slept with anyone else besides your husband?” Steve asked.

I wondered if Steven intentionally left the question vague. Did he mean before I was married? Since I’ve been married? I thought about how to phrase it such that it would pique his curiosity.

“Duh, of course I have.”

Steve opened his eyes in shock, “Wait, like…”

“Nope, my turn next, mister.” I said teasingly interrupted Steve.

Steve stopped and rolled his eyes in frustration. 

“Who did you fuck last night?” I asked as I took a sip of my drink. 

Steve shot me a devilish smile, “A girl from the conference.”

“Ooooh” I teased like a school girl finding out one of her friends has a crush.

“Have you fucked any guys since you’ve been married?” Steve asked. 

I paused for a second, hoping to tease Steve as I looked into his eyes. 

“Seriously?!” Steve shouted as he assumed what my answer was. 

I couldn’t contain my laughter and let out an audible laugh. 

“No, I haven’t. I’m just kidding.” 

Steve exhaled with a smile, almost like I had crushed some fantasy of his.

“Your turn.” Steve said, taking a drink from his beer. 

I thought for a moment what I could ask. I decided to start steering the questions in a direction I hoped would lead to my bed. 

“Would you ever fuck a married woman?” I asked, biting my lower lip. 

Steve smiled at me, not sure how to answer. 

“Maybe,” he said.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, if it was the right person,” he explained. 

“Am I the right person?” I asked with a straight face, looking right into Steve’s eyes. 

The smile on Steve’s face disappeared as he tried to figure out if I was being serious. I sensed he had suddenly become nervous.

“Uh… Yeah, yeah. I think you could be the right person.” He said nervously. 

I smiled at him.

“Why? Are you? Does your husband?” Steve muttered, clearly nervous with a million questions rushing through his brain. 

I put my hand on his hand, hoping he’d calm down. 

“Steve, relax.” 

Steve stopped spitting out nervous questions, so I took a deep breath.

“I’ve never done this before.” I said, “My husband has told me that if I was ever on a work trip, and the right guy came along, I could sleep with him.” 

Steve looked at me with a blank stare. 

“I really enjoyed our conversations tonight. I think we have a lot of chemistry. If you’re interested, I would like to sleep with you tonight.” I explained. 

“Uhm… Yeah, sure.” Steve said nervously, “Does your husband know?”

I nodded my head.

“When I went to the bathroom I texted him to make sure he was still okay with him. He said he was, so here we are.”

“Okay, so what’s next? I’ve never done something like this before.” Steven said in a curious tone. 

“Well… We do have a few rules.” I explained. 

“What kind of rules?”

“I need to keep him updated. So from time to time I might grab my phone to send him a quick update.” I explained

“Okay, that makes sense.” 

“He also asked for some pictures and videos if possible. Would you be comfortable with that?” I asked. 

Steve hesitated for a moment. 

“It’s okay if you’re not. It’s not a deal breaker, but he is letting you sleep with his wife, so he would like something in return.” I teased.

“I… I need to think about that part.” Steve said, still hesitant at my husband’s request. 

“I completely understand. You have some time to think about it.” 

“So what’s next?” Steve asked.

“Well first, I’m going to let my husband know that you’re interested and make sure he’s still okay with it.” I explained as I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Lyle.

Me: He’s interested in fucking me. Are you sure you’re okay before we proceed?

“So who’s room?” Steve asked.

I thought about it for a moment. 

“Well, what hotel are you at?” I asked.

It turns out that Steve and I were staying at the same hotel. In fact our rooms were on opposite ends of the same floor. Steve’s room had a king size bed where mine had two doubles. So we decided Steve’s room would be the best room. 

“You know what’s funny?” I asked in a playful tone. 

“What’s that?”

“I made it through all of college without doing a walk of shame.” I joked. 

Steve nervously laughed at my joke. 

“What? I didn’t sleep around much in college!” I exclaimed. 

Just then I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at the screen to see I had a message from Lyle. 

Lyle: Yes! You have my permission.

Me: Okay babe! I love you so much. I’ll keep you updated. 

“So? What did he say?” Steve asked in a tone that betrayed his nervous excitement. 

“He said that he’s still okay with this. So let’s finish these drinks and get out of here.” I joked as I drank the last of my drink. 

Steve chugged the last of his beer and left some cash on the bar to cover our tabs. We left the bar and began walking to our hotel. I sent Lyle an update.

Me: Walking back to the hotel with Steve :)

It was a brisk night for Orlando, so I grabbed Steve’s arm and put it around me. 

“Wow, okay.” Steve joked.

“Hey, we’re about to go fuck. The least you can do is keep me warm on our way back to the hotel.” I joked back. 

Steve was warm and the feeling of his muscular arm around me was really nice. Being on the taller side for a girl, it wasn’t often that I got to date guys that were taller than me. Even Lyle was a little shorter than me, so this was a nice change. 

I was nervous about sleeping with another man. It had been years since I’d been with someone other than my husband. I figured if I was going to do this, I might as well make the most of it. 

When we got back to the hotel Steve pulled his arm back and we walked like two normal people to the elevators. As we waited for the elevator door to open we walked the nerves really started to set in. 

I was about to sleep with someone other than Lyle. Hopefully Lyle was being serious about this. Hopefully this would hurt his feelings or destroy our marriage. I could feel my heart beating a million miles per hour. It felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. 

When the elevator doors opened Steve and I walked in and he pressed the button for our floor. I stood next to Steve with my arms crossed. My breathing was becoming more and more shallow as my anxiety grew. 

I watched closely as the floor numbers ticked up. Each floor was taking me closer and closer to a decision I wasn’t sure I was ready to make. I felt my body start to tremble. I looked up at Steve, hoping he could offer some reassurance, but he looked equally nervous. He was laser focused on the floor numbers, not even noticing that I was looking at him. 

Then the elevator door opened and we both stepped out. To the left was my room, to the right was Steve’s room. 

“Go left! Go left!” a voice inside my head shouted. 

I followed Steve to the right. We walked to the end of the hallway. Steve turned to the left and reached for his room key. 

“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked. 

I lied and nodded silently. I don’t know why I lied, I wasn’t ready, but I also felt like I couldn’t back out now. 

Steve swiped the key and the door unlocked. He turned the door handle and pushed the door open. He held it there, so I could walk in first. I took a deep breath and stepped into Steve’s room. 

His room was simple. A bathroom to the right with a large walk-in shower. When I walked into the bedroom area there was a large king size bed to the right with a desk and chair to the left. It was a nice room, but not overly fancy. 

I didn’t know what to do so I sat on the foot of the bed and nervously crossed my arms. Steve entered the bedroom and sat down in the desk chair. I had no clue what to say or how to get things started. 

“I guess I should let my husband know I’m here.” I said quietly as I took my phone and unlocked it.

Me: Just got to his room. I’ll let you know what’s going on.

I locked my phone and set it down next to me and crossed my arms again. 

“So how do we get started?” Steve asked. 

I let out a nervous giggle, “I have no clue.”

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Steve asked in a caring tone.  

“Mhm” I nodded.

Steve stood up and took a step towards me. He held out his hand, offering to help me stand up. I took Steve’s hand and he pulled me up so we were standing face-to-face. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a big hug, pressing my breasts into his body. His hug was nice, and made me feel like everything was going to be okay. 

Steve and I stood there for a moment, enjoying each other’s touch. I thought about my options for advancing things along. I also realized that I probably need to clean up a bit, so going to the bathroom was the first thing I needed to do. 

I took a step back from our hug.

“I’m going to step into the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Why don’t you get comfy?” I said with a wink.

I grabbed my phone and  went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. 

“Okay, Anna. You got this. He’s hot. Just enjoy this. ” I said to myself. 

I sat down on the toilet and took off my shoes and socks and slid them under my bathroom vanity. Then I stood up in front of the mirror and removed my jacket, neatly folding it up and putting it on the counter next to the sink. 

I paused for a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I was standing there in my black leggings and white blouse. I ran my hands over my fabric covered breasts and down to the hem of my blouse. I pulled my blouse over my head and neatly placed it on top of my jacket on the bathroom counter. 

I was now standing there in my black leggings and white bra. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra letting it slide onto my arms. I placed it next to my blouse and jacket and then looked at myself in the mirror. 

I could now see my bare breasts. I ran my hand over them, inspecting them, stopping to play with my tiny nipples. As a B cup, I always felt a little self conscious about them. I wished they were a little bigger. 

“Hopefully Steve will like them” I thought to myself. 

Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, picked them up and folded them. I placed them on top of my blouse and jacket. Then I pulled down my white panties and placed them on top of my bra. 

I admired my naked body in the mirror, running my hands through the thick patch of brown pubic hair. 

“If I knew this was going to happen I would have trimmed up a little bit” I thought to myself. 

I grabbed a washcloth, dampened it and wiped it over my armpits, under my breasts, and finally between my legs. I had been away from my room all day, so I wanted to wash away some of the sweat and grime of the day. 

I put my curly brown hair up into a bun just so it was out of the way for the activities I assumed were ahead. 

I figured this was a good time to send Lyle a picture. So I grabbed my phone and took a selfie in the mirror. I captioned the picture: Took my clothes off in the bathroom. Ready to walk out and let him see me like this. 

It was time to walk back out to the bedroom, but I suddenly felt shy. I don’t know why. I was planning on fucking Steve, so he was going to see everything at some point. To make myself feel better I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, covering my private areas. 

I took another deep breath, grabbed my phone off the counter, and opened the bathroom door, and walked into the bedroom. 

Steve was sitting on the bed, his legs out straight. When Steve first saw me his eyes got big like he was surprised to see me covered in just a towel. 

“So… What’s next?” I asked. 

“Uhm… I…” 

I decided to take matters into my own hands… Literally. I put my phone on the nightstand and sat next to Steve on the bed. I put my hand on his crotch and started to feel his cock through his khakis. I could tell Steve was bigger than Lyle and I felt myself get a little excited by the idea of Steve fucking me. 

Steve just sat there silently watching my hand feel him up. Then I got on the bed and kneeled between Steve’s legs. I reached up and undid his belt and the button of his khakis. Then I pulled down his zipper and I could see his cock jump out of his pants now that it was longer confined by his khakis. 

I slipped my fingers into the hem of Steve’s boxers and khakis and started to pull them down in the front. His cock sprang out of his boxers. I explored his foreign dick for a while, touching and gently squeezing it. I was fascinated by the newness of his manhood. 

Steve was definitely bigger than Lyle. It was big enough around that the tip of my thumb could barely reach the tip of my finger. If I had to guess it was maybe 7” long, but I didn’t have a ruler so I wasn’t sure exactly. 

I started by kissing the head of his cock as I gently stroked it. I loved being able to feel his cock get harder in my hand. It made me feel powerful, like I was in control. Next I took just the head of into my mouth and gently sucked on it. 

“Fuuuuuuu!” I heard Steve moan.

I started to bob my head up and down on his cock as I worked more of it into my mouth. Eventually I felt my lips press against his pubes and his head just barely penetrated my throat. 

I continued to suck Steve’s cock there on the bed. Steve had his hand on the back of my head, helping set the pace of my blow job. 

“Oh Anna!” he moaned. 

I could occasionally taste pre-cum in my tongue as I sucked him off. It was a bitter taste, which made me worried to let him finish in my mouth. I didn’t have much choice though. Eventually I could tell Steve was close to finishing. I tried to keep his dick in my mouth as long as possible, but just before he reached the point of no return I felt Steve grab my head with both hands as he began to fuck my mouth. 

Shit. He’s going to cum in my mouth.

I braced myself for the inevitable. Then I felt Steve’s body tense up and he shoved his entire dick into my mouth. 

“FUCK!” Steve yelled, “UGH!” 

Just then I felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t move my head, so I tried my best to swallow his cum and not choke. Then came the second shot, then the third, then the fourth. It had been a while since a guy came in my mouth like this, so I struggled to keep up. I was relieved when his orgasm finally subsided. I survived and managed to swallow all of Steve’s cum and didn’t choke. 

When he finished cumming he let go of my head, allowing me to lift it from his lap. I sat on the bed catching my breath. 

“Wow, that was fucking amazing.” Steve said with a smile. 

“I’m glad. It's been a while since I had to swallow that much cum.” I joked, causing Steve to laugh. 

“Yeah… Sorry about that. I did enjoy it though.” 

“Well good, I was worried I was going to choke on your cum.”

Steve laughed again. 

“My turn?” I asked. 

“Sure, come lay down.”

Steve and I traded places as I laid in the center of the bed, still wrapped in the white towel, and Steve kneeling between my legs. 

“Hang on. Let me message my husband.” I said as I reached for my phone.

I saw Lyle had replied to the picture I had sent him.

Lyle: Fuck, you’re so hot! You look incredible.

I smiled at my phone screen. 

Me: Just sucked his dick. He came in my mouth. 

I then held the phone up and took a selfie on the bed. You could see the white towel covering my breasts and the white pillows and patterned comforter behind me. 

Lyle should like that.

I locked my phone and set it back on the nightstand. Then I look up at Steve.

“Ready to see what’s under the towel?” I teased.