[FM] First time I (31F) got fucked by my boss (61M) on a business trip.

My Hubby and I are longtime lurkers, but he has encouraged me to start sharing my journey. This post may be a bit lengthy so sorry in advanced. In early 2021, my Hubby and I decided to spice up our lives by trying a combination of swinging and bdsm. Our rule to each other was to play together, but on the very rare occasion where we were separated, we wanted each others permission to be transparent.

This encounter takes place in Early July 2022. I work as a consultant, and was attending a conference in Las Vegas with my boss. Typically, it is a usual convention, with vendors and clients, booths, and workshops. I have never been a fan of flying, and usually had my hubby with me on flights to calm the nerves, but this was going to be a solo trip for me. I ended up dressing comfy, typical airport attire of leggings and a hoodie. Hubby had to drop me off at the airport several hours early, and to calm my nerves, I went straight to the bar after checking in. Soon after, My boss texted me asking when I was getting to the airport, and replied I was already there having a drink. He commented it was rather early for a drink (11AM) but I’m not a fan of flying. Shortly after, he joined me at the terminal bar, and we still had 2 hours before departure. A slight buzz was hitting me by that point, and the conversation lead to this story.

Our relationship had been overall fairly professional, we knew each others families, always a true gentleman, and I could not say anything negative about him as a supervisor. When he joined me at the bar, he jokingly said “Lets not put this on the business card, we need to keep expenses down.” Since I was buzzed, I jokingly replied “Why don’t we just share a room there then?” He shot me a amused look, but understood that it was just a joke, and nothing was made of the comment. I told him I’m not a fan of flying and I was going to get several drinks to calm myself, so to excuse any dumb comments I may make, to which he said of course. We had a full on conversation, starting with the convention itself and divulged into the typical personal stuff of “hows life and whats new”. I guess he thought we were venting, and told me about his “dry spell” he was having in his marriage. At that point I don’t know why, but I confessed to him that my hubby and I were swinging. And on came a thousand questions. Finally, I told him we don’t play separately unless we fully have the other’s permission.

We were getting close to departure time, so I excused myself to the restroom. On the way back, I got a strange text from my hubby saying “Have fun with your boss!” to which left me slightly confused. We got to the gate and people were lined up to board the plane. We had separate seats, so I didn’t see him in line. Once seated, I texted my hubby back, “whats that supposed to mean”, but he didn’t reply back fast enough and I turned my phone off before we were in the air. I quickly fell asleep, Once again since I don’t like flying, and didn’t wake up until the plane landed. After unboarding, the nap and waning buzz had me groggy, and I checked my phone on the way to baggage claim and saw text from my hubby. “Guess he knows, texted me and asked if he could hook up with you on the trip” was what was on the screen. I instantly replied back to my hubby “WTF” and he quickly responded back “Went ahead and told him you’re on the pill, job security!” with the purple devil emoji. I was blushing once I got to baggage claim when my boss spotted me and walked up beside me.

“So how was the flight” to which I replied I took a good nap and didn’t notice a thing. Our bags came out on the belt, and we got a Uber to the Hotel we were staying at. At this point I guess he got courageous and cupped my ass when I was getting into the car. I acted as if I didn’t notice, but he slid next to me and put his hand on my thigh and asked “Did you ever hear back from your husband?” to which I nodded and smiled. “Would you be comfortable sharing a room then?” and I flirtatiously replied “only if you upgrade to a suite” and he smiled back. The thoughts were flying thru my head that I was going to be sleeping with my boss for the next 3 days. We got to the hotel and made our way to the reception desk to check in.

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By this point his hand was around my waist and squeezing my ass, and true to his word, he asked if he could cancel the 2 separate reservations and upgrade to a suite, which they accommodated. He handed me the room keys and said “Well little lady, Im glad they had that suite”. Waiting for the elevator, his hand circled my ass and gave it a tight squeeze when the doors opened. When I got inside I had to ask “When exactly did you reach out to my husband” and he replied “When you went to the restrooms. You did say you needed his permission, so I asked”. I asked back “what did he say exactly” and he responded “Your husband told me to fuck you like the slut you secretly are”. The thoughts alone had me feeling flirty, but hearing that made me go to full on solo hotwife mode. By now, we were in front of the room door, and I was fumbling the key trying to get in. He rolled the bags in and I quickly without a word went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I was in the bathroom for several minutes, not knowing what he was doing in the room. I washed my face and put on some lipstick that was in my purse. I stripped out of my hoodie and leggings, and thankfully, had on lacey bra and panties, rather than the typical comfy wear. I walked out in my underwear to see him sitting in the armchair, still dressed and eyes glued on me. “Damn babygirl come here already” is what he said and I obliged. I sat down in his lap and his hands instantly started roaming and admiring. I asked “So what happens here stays here right” and he replied “Of course”. He was aggressively rubbing my pussy and said “You’re so wet I need to get a taste” and pulled me up from his lap and gestured to the bed.

I still hadn’t even seen the entire room yet! I layed back on the bed and spread my legs while he unbuttoned his shirt and jeans. He was standing over me in his boxers, and had his full on dad bod on display. I looked like a typical average middle aged/older white man, But I guess not all bulls can be built like…. bulls. He pulled my panties off, undid my bra, pulled me to the edge of the bed and started to eat me out. I let out a loud moan and my eyes rolled all the way back as his tongue flickered back and forth, his teeth nibbled me lightly, and his beard tickled me. He was enjoying myself making me gush uncontrollably, while I grabbed a fistful of the bed in between rubbing his head. I was at the point where I couldn’t control myself, and came just from him eating me out. After some time I was breathing heavily, and he stood up. He pulled his boxers down climbing on the bed and put his cock in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and guided me to his cock. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth, but it was a solid 6 inches.

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I started sucking him off, slowly feeling it grow in my mouth. The girth was a bit overwhelming while sucking him off, but I knew he enjoyed it since his hand grip on my head got tighter. He pulled my head off his cock and stood back up and got on top. He pulled me in the middle of the bed and pulled my legs apart, and started rubbing his cock on my pussy. No words were said, just alot of eye contact as he shoved it in. He gave me a couple of rough thrust. The sting of his girthy cock stretching me was a bit much, but my eyes once again rolled back and I was grabbing the sheets by the first. He had his full weight on top of me and every deep thrust I was giving a deep moan. The harder I moaned the harder he pounded. After several minutes, he himself started to grunt louder, until he came inside me, collapsed, and rolled off of me onto the bed. We were both out of breath speechless. His load was so heavy I felt it swimming around in me, and some started to leak out. After a minute of awkward silence and both of us laying on the bed naked, he started to say “Sorry about that but your husband said you were” until I interrupted, and not letting him finish saying “Its okay its okay”.

I got up and put his shirt on, which of course was 3 to 4 sizes too large for me, and walked around finally seeing how the suite was. I opened my bag and pulled out my toiletries and cleaned myself off. He was back on the bed in his boxers and jeans, but I guess since I stole his shirt he didnt want to put another on. I climbed back into bed next to him and he put his arm around me and said “You dont know how long I’ve needed to do that” I looked at him and said “You got another 3 days”. That was the start of a wonderful work trip.

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