Beth had all the things a woman of a certain age, a woman like her, should have.
Plenty of lululemon leggings (they really did make her ass look nice). A Peloton bike to use while she wore them. A Yeti in every color and size whether she needed it for coffee or a Moscow Mule.
On school days, she could pretty much do as she pleased. Sandy came every Monday to clean the house, including all 5 bathrooms. So Beth diligently rode her bike, uploaded happy kid pics to Instagram, had lunch with her girlfriends, and read all the spicy novels she could fit on her Kindle.
She’d built herself a really beautiful cage.
And she was starting to think she’d happily lose it all just to get fucked.
Her eye began to wander like a middle aged man’s. There was the neighbor with the broad chest. The other one with the beard and the leaf green eyes. Not to mention the physician neighbor who’d slid his hand up her skirt at the last wine night.
But she didn’t want mess. She just wanted to come any way other than her little pink vibrator.
Could she go somewhere no one knew her, find a handsome man with salt and pepper temples to put his hands on her?
The opportunity arose when a friend invited her to tag along on a work conference in Omaha. Far enough away she wouldn’t know anyone. Close enough to make a weekend of it.
She packed a bag with her shortest shorts, three swim suits, and even grabbed some lingerie from the bottom of the drawer. She practically had to dust it off.
There was a cocktail hour the first night, and when she walked through the hotel ballroom doors her brain screamed jackpot.
There were handsome men in suits, in wingtips, in linen shirts with the sleeves rolled up.
She was alone at the bar less than 5 minutes before she felt someone behind her.
“Don’t you hate these things?” the gorgeous stranger asked.
“Oh I’m just tagging along with a friend.”
“Lucky you,” he replied. “Lots of down time then?”
“Yes I’m hoping to seriously destress,” she told him as she held eye contact. “I’ve been really wound up.”
“Well I’ve been known to help in that department before,” he smiled as he took a step closer.
She could smell his musky scent, and she inhaled deeply. It sent a shock down her stomach, between her legs, and she could feel herself begin to throb.
“Is that so?” she replied, placing her hand on his arm. It felt tight and hard under his dress shirt. “It looks like a nice night outside. Have you seen the hotel gardens?”
“No but I wanted to discover them,” he smiled. He placed his wide hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the exit doors.
When they heard the clang of the doors slamming shut behind them, Beth turned to face him and put her hands on his chest. It was hard and unrelenting and her skin burned.
“I don’t want to know your name or anything about you. I just want to know how hard you can fuck me and how many times you can make me come.”
The handsome stranger moaned before grabbing her face and kissing her hard. His mouth was urgent and his tongue strong. Kissing him was like drowning and she struggled to catch her breath.
He pushed her against the wall, their only light from a glowing exit sign.
“Come to my room,” he begged.
“Fuck me here or don’t fuck me at all,” she responded.
He pulled her skirt up and roughly pulled her panties to the side. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed her hard.
She spread her legs apart allowing him to begin working his fingers inside her. First one then another.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you.”
His left hand pinned her wrists above her head and she struggled to free them. She wanted to touch him back.
He pumped his fingers in and out while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Around and around, up and down. She was so wet she could hear the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of her aching pussy.
Her chest heaved and her breasts ached to be touched, her nipples hard inside her bra.
He pulled his fingers out and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them greedily while he used his other hand to free himself from his slacks.
Her eyes grew wide and she whimpered when she saw the size of him. “You can take it,” he growled in her ear.
He turned her around so she faced the wall. He put both hands on her ass and spread her apart as she felt his thick cock slide into her aching pussy.
Her left hand grabbed her breast as her right began to massage her own clit. Her face pressed hard against the cold brick of the building.
He thrust into her, his hands holding her open. With every hard thrust he lifted her off the ground a little and she had to use her hands to steady herself on the wall.
She couldn’t stifle her moans so she cried out.
His pace increased and she squeezed herself around him.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he moaned.
He was buried inside her and she could feel his cock twitch telling her he was close.
“Come on my back,” she instructed.
One two three more hard thrusts and her orgasm exploded inside her as she felt his cum hitting her back, wet and hot.
“Jesus Christ girl,” he exhaled.
He leaned into her and kissed her neck.
“Please tell me you’ll come to this conference every year.”
Beth laughed as she pulled her panties up and smoothed out her dress.
“Oh I plan to come a lot more at this one.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wg7xd0/lonely_wife_seeks_sex_f40s_m40s_strangers_female