A Hotel-Room Affair: MILF [F] Joanie Showers Me[M] With Affection

Several months after my most recent affair (with Helen) ended, I struck up a hotel-room only relationship with a woman I am going to call ‘Joanie.’ Joanie lived in a Texas city I visited once or twice a month for work, so our affair was long-distance and intermittent due to the challenges of synchronizing our schedules. But it was plenty of fun when we could get together. Joanie is the only regular lover I exclusively met in hotel rooms, never once over drinks or coffee. She had an enormous sexual appetite and was by far the most prodigious squirter I have ever encountered.

I met Joanie thru the same vehicle I met most of my other longer-term lovers: an ad in the craigslist ‘Men Seeking Women’ section. As always, my ad made clear that I was looking for a married woman who like me needed more TLC (read: sex) than marriage provided, someone politically left-liberal like me, someone who would be fun to hang out with, and not least someone who did not want to disrupt their current domestic situation in any way. I added that I lived in another city but came to town regularly, which I think made me more attractive since, as I wrote in some of my first posts on this forum, some women prefer to hook up with an out-of-towner to avoid complications. I used this line a few times when I was looking for a one-time thing in my own town while my wife was away, and I had some success with it; but this time it was true.

This ad drew three quality responses. One woman, new at this sort of thing, got cold feet after a few emails. A second seemed to hold promise but we did not click when we met over coffee; she seemed to be looking for someone to take her to museums more than anything and I did not have time for that on these short work trips. And the third was Joanie.

Joanie was a good 15 years younger than me and a half-foot shorter. She and her husband worked at the same small company and had two daughters on the cusp of their teen years. She was a take-charge sort of lady in her regular life but liked to be dominated in bed, without being abused. She was a chatterbox and loud and verbal during sex, and she’d had an affair or two in the recent past. And she did not live far from our office and had plenty of opportunity to get away for a hotel tryst, in lieu of one of her regular trips to the gym for example, or between visits with clients. The photos she sent me revealed a short-haired blonde with a round face, round eyes and a bountiful bosom. We were a good match.

We spoke by phone a few times before meeting, me using google voice. She liked her husband just fine, she said, and adored her daughters, but he had trouble dealing with her squirting. She squirted during intercourse, while being eaten, while being fingered, certainly while masturbating and for all I know while talking on the phone … she was just build that way. He did not like the taste, and I guess he grew tired of its messiness too. But the thought of it turned me on. My wife could have been a squirter I believe, as early on in our relationship she’d ask me to stop eating her after her climax because “I feel the urge to pee.” I told her to go ahead and do it, not because I have a pee fetish but because I wanted her to let herself go. But she never did and she never has; she always made me stop. I did not really know what squirting was then, but I heard about it later and saw it on porn sites, and I did get with a squirter in my current home town eventually, thanks to craigslist. But that woman was nothing like what I was about to experience with Joanie.

Of course Joanie also peppered me with questions, about my politics and my life and my work but also: Do you like to eat? How big is your cock? How long do you last and what is your rebound time? I told her I was on ED meds — why not? — and that they made me stay tall in the saddle for a lonnnnng time (true), that they delayed my climax (also true and has certain advantages) and that I can get hard again within 10-20 minutes … during which time I’d be more than willing to eat you again! As for my size, well I am not one of those monsters you read about or see photos of in various corners of reddit but I seem to be longer than most. And I like to think I punch above my weight class. As I said, we were a good match.

We first got together on a Friday night in my hotel room, as Joanie told her husband she was heading per usual to the gym. Joanie is the roundest woman I have ever met; not that she was fat or that her waist was wider than her hips or anything. But her head was round, and her cheeks were round, and her eyes and her mouth and of course her breasts and nipples were round. So was her stomach, and so was her ass; as were her thighs and calves, and yes even her pussy had a round quality to it. I half expected her to roll of the bed like a big beach ball.

But she did not do that; on the contrary. She latched onto to my head as I devoured that pussy of hers, pulling me into her, arching her lower back and ass into the mattress as she thrust her sex into my face. She just loved the way I ate her, and — I am truly blushing a bit here — told me I was the best pussy eater she has ever met. And oh how she could squirt! She soaked my beard, my neck, my chest and the sheets beneath us. It came gushing out, just like you see in those porn films. She would squirt multiple times as I ate her and as I put one two or three fingers inside her. I think I could have easily put my entire fist inside her if she had asked for that, and we probably would have gotten around to that in time.

And she clawed the bed as I fucked her. She loved being fucked, especially doggy style. And her words, oh my! Once she told me as I was fucking her from behind, Don’t you just love fucking me like the little slut I am? Don’t you love making your little hotel room slut squirt? My cock swelled when she said that, and she told me Oh, you like that, don’t you? I feel you getting harder, yes I do! What she could not feel was my cum when I shot it into her; her pussy was too wet for that, and she would squirt all over my cock and down my legs when she climaxed. Sometimes she rode me, and of course I always loved having tits in my face. And sometimes I’d swat her ass as I fucked her doggy, and she loved feeling my hands squeeze her ass. I have to say she was probably the best cocksucker I have ever experienced. Don’t ask me why or how; maybe it had to do with the roundness of her mouth. Cumming in her mouth felt every bit as good as cumming inside her pussy.

The day after that first Friday night encounter, she dropped off her kids in a movie theater for the matinee, showed up at the room and we reprised the previous night. I felt compelled to leave a larger tip than my usual for the hotel cleaning staff once I checked out, there on the dresser, since we left the sheets and towels so wet. After this, anytime I knew I was going to get with Joanie I’d ask for a room with a twin beds, one for me to sleep in and the other for us to fuck in. As for her taste, well I have to say there was a slight bitter taste to her powerful squirt, and clearly a hint of urine. I mean I was not drinking it but I could not avoid tasting it. You can find articles online about the composition of a woman’s ejaculate, some downright scholarly, if you are so inclined. But do not think this means I did not enjoy it. I loved it, its novelty, her enjoyment, yes, I loved it down to the last drop. Yes, I did.

We got together some 7 or 8 times over the coming months, about each time I got up that way. But this was not always possible even when I was there due to schedules. And soon my work there tapered off, so I came less often. Our relationship just sort of petered out. Once I spotted an ad on that town’s craigslist from a married woman looking for an affair with a married man, and I am pretty sure it was from her; she even stated a preference for an out-of-towner. But I did not respond. And once I got a random text to my google voice account from her, saying, When are back in town? I miss you. I responded but she told me apologetically it was intended for her current lover, and she had sent it to me by accident. I said No worries, and I am happy you have a lover, to which she responded, Ah that’s so sweet! Then a year or so later I got an email from her, asking if I ever made it back up that way? She was without a lover and she’d love to see my again. I thought it over and demurred, knowing that I would not be able to meet with her often enough for it to be worth her while, and anyway the wheel had turned. Looking back, I am content savoring the memory of our shared pleasures. She certainly enriched my life and I like to think I did the same for her.

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