On Sunday evening I met a guy from Fabswingers in my local Beefeater pub, for a social. We’ve been chatting for a while.

Conversation was great. Very flirty. Very chatty. A couple of hours in he made a move and kissed me in public. I was instantly wet.

I excused myself, said I was going to the toilet, but snuck out the doors, and straight to the reception of the adjacent Premier Inn. Spare rooms still available and for just £44. Bargain. I booked a double, and returned to the bar.

We carried on chatting, flirting and kissing for the remainder of the evening. I knew what I wanted and my panties were soaking under my dress. I could smell my excitement and I’m positive he could to. The bar called last orders. I took him by the hand to the door and as he leaned in to kiss me goodbye… I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to fuck me.

I took him to the room, and within seconds his mouth was on mine, my dress was hitched around my waist and his hands were inside my knickers and fingers inside my married cunt. I came uncontrollably, soaking his hand.

I laid on the bed, opened my legs, and took out my phone to text my husband and let him know I wouldn’t be home. There is nothing quite like the thrill of chatting to my hubby as a completely new cock slides into me. Bare.

I spent the next few hours being fucked relentlessly. Squirting all over the bed like the greedy slut I am. Twice my new friend pulled out and covered my tummy and boobs with a huge load of cum.

At about 3am he left. I texted hubby to let him know I was safe, and drifted off to sleep x