Last week I went to my hometown for a family event to which my hubby couldn’t go with me. On Tuesday night I decided to go get some drinks at the hotel’s bar; to my surprise, the bartender was my best friend’s ex. Being a Tuesday it was only the two of us there, so I ordered my drink and we started chatting. He was flirting with me from the start but my attitude changed when I mentioned I don’t look as good as back in the day and he said “In my opinion you look even better now OP”. It had been a while since I felt desired and I remembered something my friend always said;“Im only with him because of how good he fucks”.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I was ovulating but I gathered up courage and handed him the spare key, “Maybe you can pay me a visit once you’re done here”, he told me he would be done in half an hour, I paid my bill (heavily discounted) and left. I started to feel nervous since I was thinking about my husband but mainly because I hadn’t taken any “sexy” clothes with me, being a little hairy down there didn’t help either. I took a shower and put on the hotel’s bathrobes and waited. He knocked on the door before coming in, I was sitting on the bed and we didn’t waste any time. 

He got naked as we made out, he pushed me on my back and I spread my legs. He went down on me and had me grabbing onto the sheets. It didn’t take long for him to go back up and kiss me again, I wrapped my legs around him as I felt his hardness make its way into my body. I was moaning loudly, even though I was trying my best not to. And not to make my husband look bad, but I hadn’t had an orgasm in a long time. When I reached it I almost screamed in pleasure, not long after he came inside of me. We had sex a couple of times that night, making out in between fucks while he “recharged”.

He stayed that night and would continue to spend the nights with me until Friday. We had sex every chance we got; we did everything, all the positions I knew and even some new ones, shower, bed, floor, even had some fun in the balcony. I felt so wild and dirty, so much so that I asked to try anal for the first time but gave up even before he was halfway in. He knew I was married from the start, I would call my husband every morning and get fucked after I hung up. The last day I was there I wore a dress, I drove him to his place before heading out. We made out in the car and he ran his hand under my dress and pulled on my panties “Why don’t you give me those… that way Ill remember this week vividly”, and I took them off without question before saying goodbye and driving back home.

I hope you guys don’t judge me too hard, there’s no easy way to say it but I truly feel like a whore; I can’t say I dislike that though, I had the most raw and passionate fun I could. The only reason Im posting here is because I can’t really tell my best friend about it.

Greetings from Texas!