The time I [F] had a full-blown affair with a coworker’s friend [M] on a business trip

This is the story about how my sex drive went from manageable to insatiable. I left work early last week with a “stomachache” because I was so horny I couldn’t focus, and I had to go home and masturbate…

I’m currently on a business trip for work, abroad for 3 months, and away from my husband. We’re in an open relationship and his number one kink is hotwifing. Every time I leave for work travel, he slyly encourages me to go out and pick up guys. I’m on the apps and have hooked up on reddit before (a story for another time), but to be honest, the prearranged ONS don’t really do it for me, so generally it remains an unfulfilled fantasy.

Until this time.

Week two of the project, my coworker invites me out for drinks with her friends. I order a beer and find a table, and in walks in a tall man with thick rimmed glasses. He glances over then does a literal double take, drinking me in, before sitting next to me. I’m a bit surprised, but enjoy the attention. Within a couple minutes of eye contact and chatter, my coworker loudly announces that I’m married. We laugh awkwardly and he leans in – “don’t be offended, you’re just exactly my type”.

The next five people that come in all assume we’re together: well damn, he really does have a type. My coworker leaves early and I stay out with what’s turning into a fun crew of people, and this guy, “John”, continually stealing glances, engaging me in conversation, and watching me from afar. We stay until 2am and I decide to call it an evening. They add me to their group chat and invite me out for what they promise to be a wild evening on Friday. I’m there for a long time and eager to have some fun, so quickly agree. When I stand up to go John and I lock eyes for a bit too long, then I walk away, feeling his stare.

On Friday we meet at a pub, and I come a bit late, after the crew has arrived. I sit on the far side of a crowded table of around 10 people, and he quickly leans over and we begin to chat again. After a while he smacks his friend and convinces him to switch positions, and suddenly he’s next to me, leaning close and telling jokes. I tell him I like to experiment and he orders my drinks for the rest of the night – a variety of different beers, to shots, to my first shot of absinthe. I pretend to struggle to hear him so he’ll put his hand on the middle of my back, lean in, and brush his lips against my ear. I shiver.

I assumed this is where it would end: light flirting and some eye contact. Boy was I wrong.

We make it to a club and someone orders flaming shots. He grabs my arm – “come here, follow me”, and drags me onto the dance floor. Before I know what’s happening his arm is around my waist and he leans close to my ear and asks “what are we doing?”

Fuck it – I smirk in response and lean in slightly for a kiss. In a flash he has one hand on my face, the other up the back of my shirt, and his tongue in my mouth. We make out on the dance floor, breaking apart only for brief gasps of air. Before long he’s behind me and we’re grinding. It’s only the next morning that I remember one of my coworkers was still at the bar.

In the haze of alcohol and arousal, the skin-to-skin contact felt incredible. I grab his hand and place it on my stomach, desperate for the contact.

“Where should we go?” he breathed into my ear.

“I don’t have condoms” I moaned, “let’s go to yours.”

Within moments he grabbed my hand and dragged me outside, where we ran into the rest of his friends. We dropped hands and pretended to play it cool. I am, after all, a married woman.

“We’ll meet you guys at the next bar, we’re going to get a head start,” he lied.

As soon as we turned the corner, he pushed me against a wall, pressed his full weight against me, and stuck his tongue down my throat. For the next 20 minutes, we stumbled in a haze of drunken arousal, pushing each other against walls, kissing down the middle of the street, running into planters and signs, unable to retract ourselves from each other.

In the middle of the sidewalk, he couldn’t control himself any longer: he stuck his hand down the front of my jeans, under my panties, and grabbed my hot, throbbing pussy. He sunk his fingers in and rubbed roughly from side to side, his other hand grabbing my hair and pulling me closer.

“I can’t wait to get inside you” he growled, making direct eye contact. My pussy was gushing, throbbing, distractingly wet. He released me and we stumbled a bit further before he put his hand down the back of my jeans and grabbed my pussy from behind.

We stumbled a few more feet before I pushed him onto a park bench and straddled him, kissing him passionately. He pulled my shirt up and grabbed my breasts, thrusting wildly, unable to control himself. He pushed me off and we ran forward again. This time he grabbed my hand and shoved it down his own pants, guiding my hand down to his hard cock.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into my ear. I couldn’t speak, I just moaned, so incredibly horny that I couldn’t focus.

When we finally got to his place, all bets were off. He ripped off my shirt and tore away at my pants. Before I could register what was happening, he was on his knees, licking my entire pussy, tonguing my clit, grabbing every inch of me that he could. I yelped and moaned, grabbing the wall to balance. Before long he jumped back up, grabbing my tits and licking and sucking them.

Eager to return the favor, I pawed at his jeans and got on my knees as he stripped naked. I grabbed the base of his cock, looked him directly in the eye, and licked from his balls all the way to the tip, before licking the head of his cock, tasting the precious drops of precum. His cock wasn’t too big which meant I could deepthroat it quickly. He gasped and took a step back, balancing himself against his desk as I bobbed back and forth.

Before long he pushed me off – “I need to be inside you”.

He pulled me onto my feet and immediately pushed me onto the bed, and crawled on top. We kissed passionately, consuming each other with a primal hunger I can barely describe. He grabbed his dick and began to maneuver himself inside me but I put my hand out to block and insisted on a condom – truly the only rational thing I did that night.

He put the condom on and immediately plunged himself into me. We fucked passionately and messily, with lots of moaning (I love a man who moans), and full body contact. After a while he pulled out and rolled over and I took my queue to go on top. I rode him hard and fast, and within a few minutes he stopped me, flipped me over on my stomach, and entered me from behind. A few minutes later he pulled my ass up in the air, put a pillow under my stomach, and went to town. I egged him on, begging him to fuck me as hard as he could.

We fucked like rabbits in what must’ve been a dozen positions. He worshipped my body, grabbing every inch, licking whatever he could reach, flipping me over to admire me from every angle, to take me from every position. It all turns into a blur of cum and arousal in my mind. Eventually we pass out and I wake up in the morning, nude in this man’s tiny ass bed, with a blaring headache at 6am. I roll over and go to the bathroom, and when I come out, he’s awake and looks at my naked body slowly, appreciating it in the day light.

“I need to see you again”.

I smirk again, do a bit of a twirl, and watch his eyes devour me anew. I grabbed my clothes – I had a plan for the day and needed to catch the train to meet a friend. He got up, fully naked with a semi, and kissed me goodbye.

And we did see each other again. The next day. To be precise, we saw each other two separate times that day. But that’s a story for another post.

If you like this story let me know, I have quite a few more to choose from: from my first foursome, to the guy I hooked up with on Reddit, to the time I went to my first sex club. Let me know what you want to hear next 😉

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zj9gfn/the_time_i_f_had_a_fullblown_affair_with_a