I almost never go out of town with my job, but last week I did. After a busy afternoon I returned to my hotel and took a nice long bath and decided to go down to the lounge for a glass of wine. I planned to get to bed early because I had another busy day ahead of me. I called my husband to make sure he got the ******* to bed and then took the elevator down to the lounge. The bartender was a hot black guy and we started chatting while I had my glass of wine. Coming totally from out in left field I found myself getting turned on by him and wondered what it would be like to be fucked by him. He must have sensed my desire and told me he was off soon and wouldn't find joining me for a night cap. I remember thinking "what the hell am I doing? I'm married with three children and here I am playing up to not only another man, but a hunky black man much younger than me!"
Somethings just happen and can't be explained I guess. He got off shift and we went up to my room and fucked like we were sex-starved . Can't imagine what my husband would think if he only knew.
Somethings just happen and can't be explained I guess. He got off shift and we went up to my room and fucked like we were sex-starved . Can't imagine what my husband would think if he only knew.