I’m laying on my back looking up at the ceiling of this random hotel in a city I’ve never been. Out of the corner of my eye I see them hanging on the headboard. This soft red lacy panties just thrown aside in passion. I hear a moan of pleasure. God that mouth feels so good on my throbbing cock. It’s only been ambers mouth for so long and even that’s been forever. I feel the warm wet tongue swirling my tip. Fuck this is better than amber. I roll my head to the side feeling a bit guilty as I see my gold band on the nightstand. I’m seconds away from nutting straight down a strangers throat and I know it won’t end there. Am I really willing to throw away my wife and kids for sex?

“Babe. Hello? You with me” I snapped out at the sound of Ambers voice. My wife amber. We met in college she was so far out of my league but I knew I needed to take a shot. 3 months of taking shots later and we were dating. She made us take it slow and I didn’t mind. We were together for months before we first had sex. Which lead to more sex which lead to us getting married just a few months before our daughter was born. I was okay with it though. We were in love. God she’s still as beautiful too “sorry what?”

“Where were you babe?” She asked “oh the meeting. The merger. Being away from you guys” I said back as I stirred my already too mushy cereals and listened to the girls fighting for the bathroom. I smiled a bit loving this life i have “tell you what” she started “I’ll fly across the country and meet with these guys and you stay here and deal with them”

“I’d love that actually” I replied and it’s true. I truly envy the extra time she got with the girls. I envy a lot about my wife the way she can be unapologetically herself, how she can be strong but feminine, how she can be demure yet very sexual. Mostly I just envy her skills as a mother. I try to be a good dad. To be sympathetic but I can’t

“Try not to think about it too much” she says softly kissing my lips “that’s a Monday problem and today is Sunday” and as if timed to get it out before those pattering feel make their way into the kitchen she whispers “and on Sunday I’m not wearing panties” all day that’s all I could think about. At church when she stood there in her flowery dress singing her heart out next to our beautiful daughters my mind was on what was under that dress. Or moreover what wasn’t. So much so that on the drive to lunch with friends. While the girls were buried in their electronics my fingers were buried in her.

I love my wife’s vagina so much. It’s so soft and tender but can take such a beating. I remember in college one drunken night when she agreed to a threesome with my roommate and I, he by the way much more well endowed than me, how she so easily took him pounding her roughly while she gently sucked my cock. All these thoughts and memories soared through my head all day. By the time the girls were in bed it took all of my self control to give her time to get u dressed before I had her bent over the bed licking her sweet tender juices then filling her with my now extremely hard cock. It made for a very restful sleep before my flight early the next morning. That damn flight. That’s where this all started. Or on the flight. That was pretty uneventful. But once I landed.

“What do you mean you lost it?” I exclaimed to the poor person behind the counter. I knew it wasn’t their fault but I just spent 45 minutes at that carousel followed by another half hour in this line only to be told my luggage wasn’t coming. “I’m here for two weeks. How am I supposed to go for that long g without my stuff?” “Sir.”she retorted “nothing is lost. We know it got on the plane. It just didn’t get pulled off. Most likely it is half way to Hawaii, which is the final destination of that flight. Once it lands we will look. If your luggage is there we will have it brought here on the first available flight”

“And what if it isn’t there?” “Well then the airline is required by law to reimburse you for the full cost of replacement items”. I sigh sharply “and when is the earliest I will know anything?” She clacks on her outdated computer “it looks like that plane is set to land by 9 pm” “so what do I do?” She slides a form across the counter “fill this out. Make sure you give us the name and phone number of your hotel here in town. Someone will call you once we check the plane and we will have it to your room asap.” I reluctantly fill out the form then head to catch a ride share to my hotel and check in and eat lunch before I head out to buy a suit for the meeting the next day just in case. It’s a good thing I did because the call came in at 9:45 “hi Mr Harris. This is the airline. Good news we found your luggage in Hawaii. It will be put on the first flight out tomorrow and should be at your hotel by 4 pm.

The next morning I wake up and wash up and get ready for my meeting. I look at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. I’ve always been a bit insecure about my thin frame and soft features but my therapist said to focus on the positives. I do have a nice sized cock so I focus on it. As I do my mind races and a mans does. I start thinking of my wife. She always says how good it feels and I always wonder in what way. “I wonder what it tastes like” I think out loud “because maybe that’s why she doesn’t like giving me head like she used to” I shoot her the random text “does my cock taste good” and she sends back a laughing emoji “yes commander random. Go to your damn meeting and when you get home I’ll show you” then sends a topless pic. I smile and go through the first of several meetings. When I return I’m exhausted and crash on the bed.

When I look over to the side I am ecstatic to see my bag! But then I notice two identical bags. One has my luggage tags the other has nothing. I grab mine first turn the lock tumblers and go through making sure everything is there then call down to the front desk to tell them the mistake that I didn’t have two bags “yes sir. I understand but this is what the airline sent so you might want to reach out to them”

“Hmm. This has never happened before” the voice on the phone tells me. “No one else has reported any missing bags so until they do we have to assume the other bag was yours. Are you sure you only had one?” I roll my eyes “I’m quite sure. I know what I packed. “Well is there a luggage tag with a name?” He asked “nope nothing.” I replied. After a brief silence he says “well I can’t encourage or condone you opening a bag that isn’t your but if you WERE to fine some identifying paperwork or anything that would help” he hasn’t even finished the sentence before I had the bag on the bed next to mine and was unzipping it. It was all women’s clothing underwear and toiletries I dug through carefully to find anything and that’s when my hand rested on what I’m assuming is the reason she was nervous to report it missing. I pulled out the longest and thickest black silicone dick. “Well sir. Anything identifiable” I stare at it in my hand. “No. Nothing” I say blank my mind racing imagining this mystery woman using this on herself.

He tells me to just hold onto it and if no one claims it to just bring it back when I fly home and they will keep it. “Ok sure” I say mesmerized by the 12 inch rubber duck in my hand. I don’t know why but I smelled it. Maybe to see if it was clean. It was. I shook my head and dropped it back in the bag and set the bag on the the sofa next to mine. I was so excited to have my stuff I put on some sweats and headed down to the bar for a drink.

One turned into many and I found myself stumbling back into the room. I stripped down and grabbed underwear and took a shower. It wasn’t until I slid them on that I realized what I did. At least consciously. I giggled at first at the pink lace I put on but then realized they actually fit. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment but eventually found myself standing there in both the bra and panties with my dick tucked between my legs. I was actually really pretty. I contemplated trying make up then shook it off “I’m way too drunk”. I went to change but they felt so soft and I was so horny. I ended up laying on the bed in them masturbating. I looked over at the dick in the bag and jumped up and grabbed it rubbing the silicone head along my body imagining I was amber when my roommate was rubbing his real dick on her.

I wasn’t sure how or why my drunk brain went to such a place but I found myself putting the dildo deep in my mouth moaning as my other hand beat my own cock ferociously. With a loud groan and bucking hips I came all over my own chest. I haven’t had a load that big and thick in years. I guess I passed out because when my alarm went off I woke up in the unknown womans bra and panties and the dildo right beside my face. I’d love to tell you I didn’t know why. That I was black out drunk. But since I’m telling you this story it’s obvious I can’t say any of that. I would also like to say I threw away the bra and panties tossed that dildo in the suitcase closed it up and put it away in the closet never to be seen again. I’d like to say that. But what really happened was I took it to the bathroom suction cupped it to the wall and knelt down pretending it was a random man and I was amber sucking his dick saying all the stuff I would imagine she would say. Then when I was done I turned around bent over and slid it between my legs over and over until I came in the floor then fell back to my knees panting

As I knelt there in my post nut bliss I looked down at the little white puddle on the floor wondering what it tasted like but eventually, after what felt like an eternity, I wiped it up, cleaned myself up, and started getting ready. I must have put on five pairs of my boxers each feeling rough and uncomfortable. Meanwhile that open suitcase was right there. I grabbed a pair of panties. The sluttiest I could find and slipped them on. They felt so comfortable and soft that I decided to wear them, with the matching bra, under my suit and went to get in the car headed to my temporary office. The whole day was a bit of a blur. I couldn’t believe I was wearing all of this and no one could notice. My counter part in the negotiations was a man mid forties very fit, I believe he was a professional athlete once. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think if he knew. I found myself daydreaming. More like fantasizing that he told me how slutty I was then fed me his cock. It was all I could do to keep my erections hidden. I’d become a blubbering horny mess.

When I got back to the hotel I didn’t bother changing. I threw my briefcase down grabbed my credit card and headed straight to the hotel bar. That’s where I met Sonya. She was about 24 maybe older. New mom. Working her way up the ladder from middle management. We sat in the bar for hours talking and laughing. The truth is I only wanted one thing from her. Details on what it was like being her. I asked so many questions about her life and her desires and how she got pleasure and what it felt like to be hit on and desired by men, so many questions that she started to come on to me. In my 13 years of marriage I never once even thought about stepping out on my wife. She was the only woman I wanted ever. But this desire was so rapidly spiraling into an obsession and I needed a release so as I got up from the bar I took my spare room key and sat it by her drink “I have to call my kid and say goodnight” she said without looking at me. “Me too” I said then finished my drink and turned to leave “so, 9:30?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I made my way up to my hotel room. I stripped down, put everything in the suitcase, including the cock that I may have sucked a bit first, showered and put on a t shirt and sweats.

By 10:45 she was naked and riddling me moaning loudly with my hands on her tits. As she neared her first of three climaxes that night I felt almost nothing. I mean I felt her body and I felt her tight vagina but it wasn’t doing it for me. I started asking. No demanding. Her to tell me what she felt “how does my dick feel in you? What does your orgasm feel like? Tell me how you like being fucked” The more she told me the more aroused I got. I closed my eyes and pretended I was her feeling what she felt. When she put her hands on my chest that was the last thing I needed. With a loud moan I filled the condom cumming even harder than I did the night before.

Afterwards she rolled off with a smile saying how she loved how attentive I was and my wife must be so happy. When she took off the condom some got on her finger “oops” she said then licked it off. I came up on my elbow. “What does that taste like?” I asked. She tried to explain. Something about avocado but not really and kind of salty and fishy but not really then thinking I was just trying to understand she asked “what does pussy taste like?” I tried to explain but fumbled as much as her. Eventually I ate her out asking her to talk me through it. When it got around 2 or 3 in the morning she left because she had an early meeting. She asked if she would see me again. I said yes but I knew it was a lie.

On the bright side. This did seem to tame the beast for a while. At least until Friday. That’s when I saw it. It was harmless to the person that put it in the window but to me it was the missing piece. It was soft and luxurious and realistic. I bought the wig immediately and brought it back to the room. I laid it on the bed and pulled out the suitcase for the first time in days. I sat there for a minute debating what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to do something but didn’t fully understand. I went through the clothes finding an outfit that seemed pretty safe and tried it on then slipped on the wig and went and looked at myself in the mirror. It was so close I looked so close but not quite. I went back and removed the toiletries pouch and sat at the mirror. I’d watched my wife do her make up so many times. Why didn’t I pay attention? I opened social media and watched video after video. One for eyes one for cheeks and one for lips. I copied them to a tee and when I looked in the mirror I saw her. The woman I was pretending to be in my fantasies and she was gorgeous.

My intention was to just walk around the hotel room, pretend guys were hitting on me and I was taking one back and then having my dildo fun again but as I walked by the window I saw something I hadn’t seen before. The neon sign of a honky tonk bar. Just a few blocks away. I bit my lip searched through the bag for a small purse threw in some lip gloss a lighter a few cigarettes (prior to this smoking was the worst thing I did on these trips) and a credit card , threw on some cute shoes, the only ones she had in there, and headed down to the club.

From the minute I entered I could feel the eyes on me and I loved it. I didn’t even get a chance to order a drink before a man was ordering it for me. He started just talking to me. I didn’t have to respond or talk about myself. He was controlling the conversation “god” I thought “is this what I was like?” I was starting to fall into character. It wasn’t Cameron accepting these drinks it was Camilla. It was Camilla dancing with these men and her ass they were grinding their cocks on. And it was Camilla who at the end of the night was pressed against the wall with a random man’s tongue in her mouth. I felt so helpless so timid. So controlled. His tongue tasted of whiskey and cigarettes and shame and I wanted more.

That night I laid in the hotel bed just running my fingers over my lips feeling his thick smoky lips on mine smelling his cologne on my dress. It was a drug and I needed more. The next day I went to the store to buy implants to put in my bra and fill it out more. While there I saw the tightest sexiest sluttiest dress if ever seen and it was in my size.

That night I went back to the honky tonk and I got even more attention than the night before. It wasn’t one guy by the bathrooms at the end of the night. It was a few different guys. Any guy I wanted really. I had my pick but it was the last one that created the monster I am. As he had me against the wall kissing me I heard a familiar zzzzzt sound then he took my wrist and ….

At first I didn’t know what to do. I’d never held another man’s cock before. Never even touched one. Especially one so hard. Almost out of instinct I started moving my arm up and down. He reached behind me and opened the door to the men’s room. As we stepped in I realized this was the first men’s room I’d been inside in weeks. It felt dirty to be in here dressed like this. And I loved it.

Once inside I took my turn and pushed him back against the door with a smile then lowered down to my knees there directly in front of me was a sight I’d dreamt of for longer than I wanted to admit a thick veiny hard cock. It was throbbing and swollen and all for me. My own was tugging hard against the binding I had it in under my dress. I looked up at him smiling brightly as I started to undo his belt and pants yanking gently so they fall to the floor letting his manhood show in all its glory. It was a good size about as big as mine I recalled thinking but a little harrier with a slight bend to the right I ran my hands up his hairy thighs to his balls. This man was about a decade younger than me so they didn’t hang as low as mine but I still loved them. I started to caress them. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, there was no turning back now.

“Damn girl don’t tease me suck that thing” he said condescendingly and I couldn’t help but laugh “you want that baby?” I asked in my now near perfect female voice. Truth is I always spoke a bit feminine so this wasn’t difficult. “Hell yeah I been imagining that mouth on it all night” he said moving his hips. By this point it was in my hand getting jerked off a bit “like this?” I asked then within a second I felt his shafts pass my lips and will along my tongue to the back of my throat. This was it. It was happening. Finally.

The taste hit me like a brick. I now knew why it was so hard for Sonya to explain. There were so many tastes all happening at once every inch of his cock that was sliding up and down my tongue by this point, had a different taste or more realistically a different variation of the same flavors and the aroma of his balls and ass and cologne all mixed changed it more. I closed my eyes to savor this moment as he moved effortlessly in and out of my eager mouth. I played with his balls and thighs. My hand went up his stomach to his hairy chest and I listened to his groans and grunts and words of encouragement every time he called me girl or baby I fell deeper into my fantasy that I was living out.

I’m not sure how long this lasted for I was so lost in the moment that I kind of forgot what it was like having my own cock or that it existed this was how i was getting pleasure it’s what I wanted to do forever. I didn’t realize what was happening when his dick started to swell I just enjoyed it until I heard “oh shit I’m gonna cum baby” no sooner did the words leave his mouth than he groaned and I felt the first spurts of hot thick salty cum squirt into my mouth. “No. Your face” he cried out as he pushed my head back and continued spraying his unborn all over my slutty face. Then he started rubbing his still dribbling dick all over my face “yeah you like that don’t you whore?” As degrading and emasculating as it was to be treated like this with a mouth full of of another man’s sperm, I did like it. I loved it. I cleaned up and left the bar without ever learning his name. And I slept that night better than I had in months.

The next morning when I woke up I felt more refreshed and clear headed than I have in so long. I got in the shower reliving the experiences. His taste still in my mouth. When this all started I was apprehensive, freaked out, but as my passionate desire grew it became easier. After last night. After making that man cum in my mouth I knew this is who I’ve always been. I put my suitcase with the male clothes away and I took out a pair of her pajamas and some cute panties, put on my wig pulled into a ponytail and headed down to breakfast. It was wonderfu lol being called miss and maam and yes even sweetheart and kitten. After breakfast I changed into a sundress and did my hair and make up and I spent my day as a woman. The entire day. I got to know what it was like to be treated and looked at the way they were. Like Sonya I hated and desired it.

I came back to the hotel bar for dinner. That’s where I met Greg. He was cute and charming. He just checked into the hotel that morning for a conference. He was from Iowa where he was the top salesman in his company. He sold metal siding and he had a masters degree. I know all of this because we talked for hours through dinner and after as we sipped on a couple of drinks. But unlike the guys in the honky tonk Greg also asked about me and listened to my stories. It felt so nice. “Well Camilla, it was amazing meeting you. I hope we see each other again” he said as he stood up, reached in his pocket, and slid his extra room key by my drink.

I sat looking at it for a few moments “I have to call and tell my kids goodnight” I said without looking at him “me too” he said as he finished his drink “9:30?” and without waiting for my answer he left. I went back to my room with his key in my hand and a huge smile on my face. This time I was going to swallow it all down. And by 10:15 I was doing just that on my knees in his room which was much nicer than mine. As I stood up wiping my mouth smiling “I should probably leave” he grabbed my wrist and asked “aren’t you gonna let me return the favor?” I blushed my mind screaming yes this is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever had. “No it’s ok I really just wanted this” I said back shyly “what you don’t think I can suck dick as good as you?” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as he said that “oh come on” he continued “I mean you’re very passable but it’s kinda obvious. You had a semi hard on through half of dinner”. I blushed a little as he stepped closer to”come on kitten let daddy take care of you” he said as his tongue slid into my mouth his salt and pepper beard tickling my face.

I’m laying on my back looking up at the ceiling of this random hotel in a city I’ve never been. Out of the corner of my eye I see them hanging on the headboard. This soft red lacy panties just thrown aside in passion. I hear a moan of pleasure. God that mouth feels so good on my throbbing cock. It’s only been ambers mouth for so long and even that’s been forever. I feel the warm wet tongue swirling my tip. Fuck this is better than amber. I roll my head to the side feeling a bit guilty as I see my gold band on the nightstand. I’m seconds away from nutting straight down a strangers throat and I know it won’t end there.

I look down at this man devouring my cock like it was his last meal. I can’t hold it. Not even for a second more “I’m gonna cum” I hear a feminine voice say. He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t flinch he just goes faster. I cry out. As I explode deep in his throat then fall back staring at the ceiling. “Good girl” he says softly “you ready for this?” He asks as he pushes my legs into the air. I am ready. I’m so ready.

The line is cold as it drops but he warms it up as he runs in in and around my asshole. He comes up to kiss me again his tongue still having some of my cum on it. He’s gentle at first. I gasp as I feel his big veiny cock start to push in my asshole. It’s a bit uncomfortable but I want it. This is it. My last hurdle to being a true slut.

And I was. The rest of that week I was a total slut for this man. I would go to work and be the same me but at night I was his little play thing and we both loved it. That was six months ago and I haven’t worn panties or even so much as kissed a man since, though I’ve desperately wanted to. No I’ve been the good husband and father. Amber kept her promise and sucked my dick the first night I was back. It was good. I’m better. But that’s also the last time we did anything. I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping with someone but I can’t blame her if I have the opportunity I’ll spread my legs in a second for another man. My cock still throbs at the idea. Maybe I should tell her about that trip. We can go be sluts together.