I love reading your stories and it was these that made me take the leap. I am 36 and married with a young family, but I felt that my life was racing away and was so boring. Sex with my husband was mundane, it would last 10 or 20 minutes at most and did nothing for me but I love him and didn’t want to have an affair that risked everything. I work away every other week and will need to stay away for two or three nights and my husband is so good about it, even telling me to have a nice time and chill out if I can which makes this all the harder. It started around a year ago, when I’m away I wear a skirt, blouse and jacket or a trouser suit because I must look smart and formal. On this one day I was wearing a skirt, jacket and blouse and I made the mistake of only packing one bra which was white and had split red wine over which ruined the bra and the blouse I was wearing. I washed them and hoped that would be that but then next day the blouse and bra were still wet, so I wore another blouse but no bra. That’s fine because although my breasts are not small, they are soft and so I can hide them with my jacket. I wasn’t; able to take my jacket off all day because when I did the outline of my breasts could clearly be seen and as I have large nipples they test to poke into the material of the blouse so as soon as I took my jacket off I had to put it back on which was not very comfortable as it was a warm room. All this was fine until we finished, and I went for a coffee in the hotel coffee shop and without thinking I took my jacket off. A young man who had been in our meeting joined me, he couldn’t have been more than 22 – 23 and was what I wold describe as a ‘pretty boy’ in fact I wondered is he was gay because he was so effeminate, but he was very pretty. We talked and I noticed him glancing at my breasts and I was conflicted, do I put my jacket on which may embrace him or do I ignore him, I chose to ignore him. We talked for some time before I said I had to go to my room to do some work, he walked with me. Now, at this point I had no intention of letting anyone touch me let alone have sex with any one, I admit that I was feeling sorry for myself, for the fact that I was getting older very quickly and my life was boring but so what, lots of women feel that way and don’t jump into bed with someone else. We walked out of the lift and to my room. The lad and I talked and talked, then he asked if he could come in, I thought it strange, but he was gorgeous, and we did get on so a few more minutes in his company meant a few more minutes before I had to start work. We entered my room and he said that he hoped I didn’t mind him saying so but he thought I was very pretty, and he knew that he was probable being inappropriate but my figure is amazing. It was almost funny because he talked in such an effeminate way and the way he spoke and what he said convinced me he was gay, I actually thought he was complementing me the way another woman may tell with envy you how good you looked. Then he apologized for looking at my breasts and that he hoped it didn’t; make me feel uncomfortable. I laughed and said that it didn’t. Then he said that they looked wonderful asked if he could see them, I thought it was a bit odd and I laughed shook my shoulders to make them swing. He laughed as well and undid the top few buttons on my blouse. I was feeling a bit naughty, so I did the others, I didn’t open my blouse fully, I just stood there, I was still convinced that he was gay and that maybe he was considering a sex change even. He sat on the bed and I stood in front of him, he seemed to study my chest, then he said that I was so pretty and opened my blouse, my breasts not on show. Then he gave me the first indication he wasn’t gay, he pulled me towards himself and put his mouth over my breast and gently sucked my nipple taking my breast in his hands. My nipples are very sensitive at the best of times, but I was in a hotel room, my blouse open in front of a stranger who was gently sucking my breasts. He pulled my blouse off and stood up, we kissed as he pulled his short off. Our kiss was passionate, and I know I should have stopped it there and then, but he was so pretty and I guess I was in shock. After a few moments of this he slid back down so he was sitting on the bed, but he had undone my skirt and had pulled it down with my knickers as he slid to the bed, now I was in a hotel room, naked in front of a stranger and it felt wrong but exciting. He turned me round and lay me on my back on the bed, then stepped out of his trousers. His manhood wasn’t huge, more long and slim but his bell end was large. My mind was racing, I was married and naked on my back, if I said no now it would seem like I had been teasing him and I actually worried that I would hurt his feelings, but I should stop it now before it went too far but fuck he was pretty. He ran his tongue up from my feet to my tummy and my breasts gently kissing me as he did so. I had hatched a plan, I was going to tell him that it was ok to kiss and touch each other and I was going to toss him off and let him cum on my breasts, but I was married with a small family and I don’t; have affairs. I had this plan in my head and was telling myself repeatedly, say it now. Then an almost electric pulse shot through my body as he entered me. I actually had a mild orgasm as his cock slid into me. I thought maybe its ok as long as he doesn’t cum inside me, I’m on the pill but as long as he doesn’t; cum in me I justified this not being an affair. He was gentle, he thrust himself into me over and over and I loved it. I held onto him and begged him to keep going, I begged him to suck my breasts and touch me and was sad when his cock slid out of me when he did as I asked. His mouth and tongue replaced his cock for a while, and I climaxed again and yet again when he slid back into me. He thrust himself into me over and over, his smooth face on my cheek as he thrust away. It wasn’t the size of his cock that made me melt but how bad this was, how naughty I was being and how beautiful this lad was. I was being fucked by a stranger much younger than me and he had made me cum several times already. Then he became more urgent and I knew he was nearly finished. I didn’t want him to cum on my tits I wanted him to cum inside me, he lifted himself up and put his hand on my cheek, he was so sweet, ‘I’m going to cum’ he said, and asked if it was ok to cum inside me. I was less than sweet back ‘fuck her hard and cum in me now’ I demanded. Moments later he exploded inside me several times and I had the deepest orgasm of my life (apart from the one time I was fucked doggy style by an old boyfriend on the bonnet of his car a long time ago). We lay there for a long time before I told him he had to go for me to do some work. Afterwards I was ashamed of myself but glad I did it at the same time. He wanted to do it the last but one evening as well but I told him it was nice but wouldn’t happen again and he looked genuinely hurt and I felt bad as his puppy eyes followed me during the day’s events. That last night I sat on my own reading boring literature relating to my work eating a burger and chips which was more comfort food than what I usually eat when a large rough and quite unpleasant man sat opposite me. He smiled and I smiled back and continued to read. He started a mundane conversation about the hotel and then asked if I was on my own. I am not usually sarcastic, in fact I am usually nice and quiet but I told him I was with my invisible husband and asked him if he could see him sat next to me. He laughed so loud a number of people across the lobby turned to look. I decided I wasn’t going to get any peace until I indulged him in his attempt to be cleaver. Was talked about me and what I was doing here and him and what he was doing here, I told him about my kids and husband and he told me about his wife and kids, then he decided to ask me lots of stupid questions, each one more inappropriate than the next, I felt the was just trying to embarrass me, in fact one of his questions was ‘ do you embarrass easily’. I told him that nothing he could say or do could embarrass me. In the end he asked me how often my husband and I fucked, I said that was personal, he said he and his wife fucked every day, I said I doubted that unless he drugged her. He laughed again. I asked him equally embarrassing questions realizing that I was being as crude as him. Then he asked me what my favorite position was, I told him he would never find out but ended up telling him it was doggy. He stood up and said, ‘come on then’. I decided to call his bluff and walked with him to my room. My brain was screaming at me wanting to know what the fuck I was doing, the last time was nice, and I had gotten it out of my system but this was going too far. I opened my room, we undressed, and I sucked his enormous cock, my lips sliding over each exaggerated ripple on his shaft, salty pre cum sliding on my tongue, before climbing on the bed on my hands and knees. This huge unpleasant looking man knelt behind me and entered me, he wasn’t kind and gentle, he wasn’t loving and caring, he thrust his enormous cock into me and fucked me hard. His balls slapping against me, his hand gripping my breast. His language was foul and for some reason I found that exciting as well. H fucked me telling me that my pussy was ‘fucking tight’ and how he bet my husband cock didn’t make me as happy as his did. He pulled my head back and put his fingers in my mouth asking me if I wished this was his cock before throwing my head back onto the pillow and hammering me with his shaft. That was the deepest, longest and most draining orgasm I had in my life, the bonnet of the cat incident paled into insignificance. He exploded cum into me without asking then continued exploding again. In the end I had to tell him to stop, I was exhausted, and I lay on my stomach as he sat there telling me how ‘fucking amazing that fuck was’. I looked over at him, he was disgusting, his wet cock still hard in his hand, sweat clung to his muscular arms and fat belly. I was disgusted with myself, I felt like a slut, I had cheated on my husband twice in three days with two different men and I felt terrible about it. But I convinced myself that I had done it for me and that no one need know, and no one would. He looked at me and shaking his cock asked me if I wanted it again. I turned onto my back and opened my legs. He thrust himself into me and his balls slapped me along with his fat belly and he fucked me again. He fucked me for a ling time and just as much cum shot into me as did the other two times. Then I told him to leave. I must have showered for an hour, cum dripping down my legs. Now, about once every month or so I let a man ‘win’ his attempt to get me into bed, I love the feeling of a stranger’s cock inside me, I love the feeling of strangers hands on my breasts and listening to them groan and tell me how amazing fucking me I just before they fill me with their seeds. Then I go home, kiss my husband and kids and tell them how boring my few days away has been. I even had a woman chat me up, and eventually ask me if she could take me to bed. I was tempted but that’s not a route I want to take, in fact I go away adamant I will not be unfaithful again, right up to the point a cock enters me.