Fran and Mike had moved a few months after the time our last story took place. They now lived in Georgia for Mike’s work but still came down to visit and for events. We always tried to get together when they came down, but we weren’t always so lucky. They texted me a few weeks before they came up. They were attending a wedding and were hoping I would be in town. I said I was and made sure to block it off on my calendar. The only thing that would prevent me from seeing them was work and luckily there was not last minute emergency trip because of a client emergency.
We made plans to meet Saturday night after the wedding reception. I decided to meet them at their hotel which was also where the wedding was being held. In hindsight, maybe not the best call but at the time it was great. The plan was for me to text Mike to let him know I had arrived and I would pick up a key from the front desk. He would let Fran know and she would Irish exit and meet me at the room. Mike would cover saying Fran wasn’t feeling well while she and I picked up right where we left off. Everything went according to plan. I was in the room when she walked in. Fran was wearing a tight blue ball gown that really showed off her body. She came over, threw herself into me, and kissed me. We stumbled over to the bed as we wrestled to her our clothes off. I took my time taking her dress off, letting it gently glide off her to show off what was underneath. She was wearing long black tight, panties, and heels. I flipped her into the sofa, threw her panties off and began eating her out, focusing my tongue on every inch of her pussy. She was already a little wet when I started eating her out to which she said she got excited when Mike told me I had arrived.
We both were so horny that I passed on the reciprocation of oral (which she did really well) and just started fucking. I noticed that her tights and heels were still on but that made it even hotter. Her legs split open and me thrusting like never before. She got on top of me and rode me, at the point kicking off her heels. She bounced up and down like it was a squat workout, at times grinding to get her orgasm. Her favorite position was from behind. I loved fucking her from behind because her tits just bounced and it was fun to watch (especially if in front of a mirror).
I carried her to the bed and finished how we started, me on top. I loved being on top, and watching her facial expressions of pleasure as we fucked made it more arousing for me. I was getting close to cumming and she usually liked a warning because some days she like it inside and others on a part of her body. That night she wanted it inside and I obliged, cumming inside this woman with whom I had shared several wonderful hotwife experiences with. Despite how many times we had fucked, each met up was always special and wonderful. Never a dull moment or lack of passion. After I had let loose the last bit of my cum, I slowly pulled out kissed her and told her I wanted her all night. She jokingly texted Mike saying he could pass out in another room.
I got up to go to the bathroom to wait and see what Mike would say. Even if he said he was going to sleep in his own hotel room, they had two queens so a night of sex with Fran was still possible. I heard their room door open up and could hear a muffled voice that I figured was Mike. I opened the door (still naked) and was face to face with a woman I’d never met before. She turned pale white and looked at Fran and confronted her about her cheating on Mike and how could she. As I gather my things to leave, Fran tells me to stay and her friend to leave. I remember her friend Saying she would tell Mike but that Fran better do it first.
I could tell the encounter shook Fran and Mike arrived a couple minutes later. He wasn’t as concerned as Fran but knew what had happened would spread because that friend like to gossip. They weren’t mad but I could tell they were flustered. I decided to leave, after apologizing profusely, and they said they would call before they left. We ended up getting dinner the next night and we discussed what happened. Fran said that she had let her friend in thinking it was Mike who was drunk and couldn’t find his key, and that despite her l’effort her friend wouldn’t leave. Her friend wanted to check on Fran since she left in a hurry and thought she was sick. Mike said he went alone to the next day brunch so that they could show face. I could tell they were concerned about it coming out but they still wanted to meet next time they came to town.
It would be the last time I ever slept with Fran. A couple weeks later Mike was down for work and wanted to see me. He told me they had decided to put a hold on the lifestyle and had been telling friends who found out about that night they were “working” through some things. He wanted to let things die down a bit before maybe resuming. He gave me a note from Fran where she said she would miss me and wanted one day soon to reconnect and resume our time together. We lost touch after some time and I still kept in the lifestyle. Last I heard they had not resumed in the lifestyle. I was supposed to be in Atlanta where they moved to for work this week which got me thinking of them and our time together. When life resumes after COVID-19, I’ll send them a message to see how they’re doing. Who knows what could happen? Remember, this all started at a random meet at a bar.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g79eln/my_last_night_with_fran_caught_in_the_act