We sought out a couple that was ready for some fun. Nothing about last night was luck or coincidence. We just did something we hadn't done yet. We got online, built a rapport with a couple that had the same idea we did, and met up with them at a hotel to fuck our brains out.

This story will be short, but not very sweet. I didn't sleep much before we had to leave to come home. Writing this is a way to see if I can get make myself sleepy enough to get some more rest, not to be a work of art.

The fucking hotel couldn't promise us adjoining rooms. They told us not worry though. It wouldn't be a problem. They lied. We were three doors down from the couple we met and they wouldn't move either of us. At least we were on the same floor.

We'd traded texts and DMs for a couple of days. Not being used to things like this, I mentioned I wanted some pictures and it nearly made the other wife back out of meeting us. I only meant pictures of me. After making sure they were OK with that, things got back on track. The other woman even agreed to take some of them. I bet she felt like that gave her more control and that she could make sure she didn't end up in any of them. She hardly let anyone else touch the camera all night.

Even though there were two other rooms between us, we all felt OK with letting our partners go to the other rooms. The couple we were swapping with made up fake names. We suspected it, but one near slip of the husband's real name and that the sound matched the notification screen on the wife's phone that showed a name that matched what my husband and I think she almost said all but confirmed it. I'll use the names they gave us, and laughed about a little bit because we didn't understand where they came from, were Stanley and Blanche. Blanche? There are probably sexier names out there, but it meant something to them. They never did explain.

I went with "Stanley" to his room. My husband stayed in ours with "Blanche".

It got to be all business for Stanley. He was cold and standoff-ish, but clear about what he wanted. I did as he asked, and I knelt at the end of the bed and sucked his cock while he sat on the edge. It felt like an hour went by before he got hard. I give good, no, make that great head. I didn't know if something was wrong or if I just wasn't what he was expecting in the looks department. I almost asked, but when I backed up from his dick while thinking about whether to do it or not, he softly begged me to "Keep going. Please." So I did. It didn't take long after that for him to finally get his average dick all the way up.

He got bigger in my mouth really quickly after that. I knew what was cumming. I told him I'd rather him fuck me first. He said, "I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you. I promise. Just...just please keep going."

Ugh.

But I did. When I could tell he was about to go off, I pulled back and jacked him off. Most of it got on my hand because Stanley isn't a shooter. He fell back on the bed, his legs hanging off the side. We'd brought towels out of the bathroom and they were close enough for him to grab one of the hand towels and give it to me. When I went to the bathroom, I heard some aluminum foil popping. Ripping? I heard something hit what sounded like something being thrown in the trash. I was able to look later in the evening. Stanley had decided he'd need some help that night, I guess. Especially if he was going to keep his promise to fuck me?

I should have known what was going on. He kept telling me he wasn't ready yet. I wasn't pushing things. This wasn't my husband after all, but after some strong hints were ignored I finally asked, kindly, if was up for some more. He said yes, but said he didn't want me to not enjoy myself like he just did. He told me to get on the edge of the bed like he had been. We were both still fully clothed, so he pulled my jeans off, but seemed surprised that I wasn't wearing any panties. We were meeting fuck each other, so I thought no panties would be easier! After he got over that, and my bare pussy that I'd shave earlier that day just in case this happened, he buried his face in between my legs and licked me slowly and lightly.

I had gotten it in my mind so much that I was gonna get fucked hard that, not only was I disappointed that it wasn't happening, but that this guy was choosing to be gentle. But I got over it. Not quickly, but maybe that was Stanley's point. I still think he was just trying to buy himself time for his boner pill to kick in, but he was very steady in his pace and pressure. My frustration slowly got replaced by pleasure as I realized how much sensation was being built up. It has been a long time since I've slowed things down with partner, especially this slow. I decided to let him keep going.

It wasn't long before I knew it was just a matter of time before I would cum. He was going so slowly and lightly that I just couldn't guess when. There were at last three times I was on the edge and thought it was happening. I'd even grabbed Stanley's hair and squeezed, put a hand on each side of his head and pulled his face onto me a little more, or both. The feeling would go away for a little bit, and I'd go back to back to squeezing my tits or, and I don't remember ever doing this but I was being driven a little crazy, pinching and pulling on my nipples just a little. As the feeling would return, one hand would make it back down and start caressing the inside of my own thighs or Stanley's hair. When I got really close, that's when both hands were down there.

OH FUCK! FINALLY! OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!!!

The buildup was so slow. I'd forgotten what that felt like and that it would make my actual orgasm happen very suddenly. And intensely. I think it was an accident that Stanley gave me the kind of slow, but amazingly intense, orgasm that I didn't even know I needed. I knew right away that I wanted that to happen more often, but it was on the drive home the next day that I began to realize that I've become such a fuck machine (not always a good thing) that I hadn't been taking my time for while. I was always rushing to get a climax. And, if possible, another after that. I've either been rubbing myself hard and fast, using the max setting on my toys, fucking and grinding the man underneath me into the floor or mattress, or seducing, daring, or provoking the man (or woman) I was with to do the same to me. I still want that, but am glad to be reminded that sensual, even if it is an accident, is good too.

I was able to compare fast and furious with slowing things down about 15 minutes later. Stanley's dick was suddenly rock hard. Of course, I found out why and how later. In the moment, I was still a little surprised. He asked if I was ready for him to fuck me. I actually needed a few more minutes. I was getting a reminder that slow can lead to extra sensitive. But it wasn't long before I told him I was ready for what he promised. He went through three condoms before the spouses were reunited. In another sign that he had some medicinal help, after our second round of fucking, which was his third orgasm, he didn't get soft. Fucker, literally, stayed hard for almost half an hour before I slid another condom on him and mounted him in the bed.

I swear, I think he faked cumming after I bounced on his artificially hard cock for, I'd say, about twenty minutes. I was glad. Being on top that long, after all the other stuff that had happened, wore me out. I was about ready to roll him on top of me when he (supposedly?) came again.

I thought, for a moment, I might be able to nod off. Stanley was still hard under the covers, but the rest of him was done. I was too. That first orgasm was fucking intense that it used me up a lot more than cumming usually does. But as soon as I thought I might drift off for a second, there was a light knock at the door.

It was "Blanche". (I still don't know what the fuck that name is about!) She felt it was time for us to return to our own spouses. Stanley asked her if everything was OK. I think he was surprised, like he hadn't expected her to return so soon (soon is relative). I'd been just laying there and I think they though I'd fallen asleep. So they half whispered some questions beyond "Is everything alright?"

I could only make out--ha!--that she'd cum and that it was my husband who made it happen. I got the impression that she has a hard time doing so, but can't be sure. Stanley seemed really happy for her, as best as I could tell with the hushed tones anyway. I fake jostled in the bed and then sat up a split second later. If the night was over, I was going to go get some much needed sleep. I've not been getting much lately and we had a drive home once we got up.

I'm still sleep deprived. But it was worth it. Even if just because I learned I may want to take things slow a little more than I have been!

PS...I'll try to share my husband's story with Blanche once I get some sleep. I think she loosened up over the course of the night. I'm not sure she and Stanley have done this kind of thing much. We never took any pictures, so her nervousness about that was for nothing. But at least she said we could tell the story about what happened last night as long as we'd send them the link. They've seen some of our others here and trusted me enough to keep things private and anonymous.