The hotwife opportunity found me the first time; I didn't find it. I was sitting at my hotel bar one night, having a drink and an appetizer. This attractive couple in their early 50s sat down. We chatted, drank, talked, and had an excellent visit for a couple of hours. They were classy and never suggestive or anything that I picked up on. We laughed, joked, and had a great time.

They tabbed out, and she slid me a room key with the number on it and said, “Come see us!l I was perplexed but intrigued. Very apprehensively, I paid out and went to my room. I had a buzz but was aroused too. I decided to leave my wallet in my room take my ID out and put it in my pocket. I grabbed a few condoms, took a leak, did a once-over in the mirror, and went to room 611.

I knocked and put the card by the reader, and it unlocked. I stuck my head in, and he told me to come in. He was making drinks at the bar; it was a suite. In a chill and relaxed way, he handed me a beer and said she was in the bathroom. I thought he had some bi vibes, so I told him I was completely straight and had never done anything like that. He smiled and said relax. He told me that he had the misfortune of having his prostate removed, and even though they had some alternative means, they liked to let her play on the side some. Still confused, I didn’t know what to think.

She came out freshly showered, in boy shorts and a wife-beater with no bra. She was curvy but beautiful. She had big boobs, and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She grabbed her wine, and we chatted some more. I kept uncontrollably staring at her boobs, and she called me out. I apologized and told them I didn’t want to be disrespectful or a douche, and she said, “I would have covered up if I didn't want you to look!” She smiled and said, “We didn’t invite you here to talk!” She grabbed my hand, leading me into the bedroom, and he sat on the couch, watching through the doorway.

Standing there, she took her tank and shorts off, kissed me, and started unbuckling my pants. I knew he could see but eventually just went with it. She immediately went down on me. I was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum. I tugged on her hair to come up and gently manhandled her to the bed where I went down on her. She was pulsating and dripping wet and had an erect clit. She orgasmed quickly with me orally and from there, we had close to two hours of passionate sex. In missionary, I held her legs back and long stroked her while admiring her boobs, facial expressions, and sounds. We did canine and adventurously walked our way to standing where she locked her legs and bent over. I remember thinking how she was the perfect height and how defined her back was. I didn’t hold back and railed the hell out of her. I’ve got good stamina and control but this tested me so I had to back out. To dial back my edge, I laid her along the side of the bed. I did some breast play and worked my right hand down. She was soaked, so with my ring and middle fingers, I assumed my squirting position and started the technique. She was in loving it but didn’t squirt, so on my final attempt I was rougher and took my left hand and pressed her lower abdomen I felt her contract and she exploded like a fire hydrant. She laud there in a state of shock as I got her a towel. After cleaning her up and letting her get back composed she told me to lay down and mounted me cowgirl. I was still hard but knew I couldn’t last long. She grabbed my chest and started grinding. I grabbed her boobs and after about a minute of that, she said, “I’m cumming” and I finally released came as she did. It was a huge load filling the condom up. I regret not letting her see or feel it.

We were both utterly wet with sweat and reached exhaustion and satisfaction. She had a high sex drive and was yearning for a good encounter. She orgasmed very often and at least 12-14 times.

I remember having to take a leak horribly, so I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. I used the bathroom, cleaned up, and put my clothes on.

I came out without a horny buzz and conjured up the words to say, “I’m speechless, but it was an amazing experience!” I gently eased towards the door, left the key on the table, grabbed water from the bar, and eased out.

I think about that often and how amazing it was and how naïve I was. He wore a black band on his right hand, and she had an anklet on, but I never knew what that meant before that night.

She was terrific, and he was a true gentleman. I have never sat at a hotel bar again without thinking of that night.