**Please Note: This story contains infidelity.**
To Skip the Setup a.k.a Foreplay of this long story, scroll to down to **Round One** (and **Round Two**).
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It all happened about a decade ago in a top-tier high-rise hotel in a major Midwestern City (USA). Complications with my work schedule resulted in a twelve-hour overnight layover, for which my employer paid for in full.
The hotel I had been offered was impressive. Above the 20th floor, plush robes and free drinks? I’ll take it! Especially since my employer was paying. I opened a bottle and committed to enjoying my one night stay.
My phone chimed with a text message from my wife, the only text since a huge argument earlier during this weeklong job trip.
*Don’t call or text. I’m with a friend tonight.*
I knew exactly what that implied. My wife was emotionally and physically involved with a friend. A few weeks before that, she had flatly told me she didn’t love me anymore and we should consider separating.
“You should just run off and get laid,” my wife had suggested during the argument. Perhaps she was right- she was with someone else, after all.
The visit to the city was just enough time to get a meal and a hurried night of sleep- not enough to meet anyone.
*Was I even interested in meeting someone? Was my wife’s friend staying over tonight? Were they in our bed right then?* Walking to a nearby restaurant, I pushed those questions from my head.
I ate alone at the bar, scrolling through an app which married guys in their late twenties like me should normally have no business with. But, circumstances were different.
Feeling only more unsettled, I set down my phone and tried to enjoy the meal. The bartender was cute, upbeat and talkative, which was a welcome distraction. I finished my beers and my meal, tipped her bartender and departed for another bar.
Walking around a lively pub district, I decided the scene wasn’t for me, opting instead for a quick night of sleep in my room.
On the elevator back up, I dialed my wife again and got… Nothing. Straight to voicemail.
*Was my wife getting fucked right now? Were they in each other’s arms, talking about what life would look like if they could be together?*
Unsettled, I distracted myself until bed. Finally closing out my phone, I noticed a new message. Only Ten minutes old.
Things just changed.
*****
“J” was in her mid-thirties. She was married and urgently looking for someone else married to hook up with. She wanted to keep things completely anonymous, hence not using names.
I replied to her with a full body photo- a selfie of me next to the mini-bar. (Clothed, by the way- I don’t do dick pics).
*Wow, you’re actually really attractive.*
She then replied with several more photos. None of them were particularly racy, even those showing her in a tasteful bikini. J was a tall, slender and athletic redhead. She had wonderful green eyes.
I sent her a photo of the city skyline from my room, telling her I’d like to share the view with her.
We traded a series of messages and it seemed like we were compatible. It was after One AM at this point and I mentioned I had to leave for my flight at 6:30. If it bothered her, she said nothing. I shared the name of the hotel. Her response excited me:
*Ok, I can be there in 20 minutes, I’ll meet you in the lobby. I’m be dressed for a workout. Make sure you’ve got condoms.*
Holy shit.
I ran to the 24-hour convenience store across the street to buy a package of condoms. I made my way across the lobby back in the hotel and my phone chimed again.
*I’m here.*
And there she was. Tall, red headed and slender, just like her photos. She wore her hair pulled back, a t-shirt from a half marathon and short running shorts.
We greeted in the lobby with an awkward half-hug. J was about as tall as me (six feet) and she smelled of wine and perfume.
The lobby bar was closed, so we made our way directly up to my room. It was a long elevator ride where we stood on opposite sides of the elevator, not making contact.
We entered the room in a rush of anticipation. I offered up drinks from the minibar. She had a wine, me a whiskey, drank from the hotel glassware.
Sitting on the couch, about an arms reach from each other, we talked. We shared our circumstances in the failings of our respective marriages. She was lonely; she and her husband didn’t live together and slept around constantly (or so she said).
Basically catching up on why we were here, in a high-rise hotel with every expectation of sex. She had a certain loneliness or sadness about her, like she wasn’t telling the full story. But she also embodied a fiery intensity, in which she was fully committed to an encounter with another man.
Another drink later, the conversation drifted to sex. She told me that she was really interested in being intimate with me, even if it was faked. For her, that meant missionary, with tons of eye contact and kissing. I was happy to oblige and it was quite refreshing that she told me exactly what she wanted.
Sensing some impatience, I told her I could turn out the lights, looking at the city. She laughed and agreed.
**Round One**
The city skyline light up the room in a soft glow. J kicked off her running shoes and joined me at the window. Knowing what I wanted next, I finally pulled her to me and we embraced.
We kissed slowly and deeply. J was a satisfying kisser. I felt an excitement and mutual urgency in our kisses. Her hands quickly found her way to my belt, just as I removed my shirt. I lifted her shirt, exposing a flat, pale stomach and her sports bra. I felt her smooth skin and in no time, she’d removed her bra. I hungrily licked and kissed her hard nipples and heard J moan softly.
We moved to the bed, where I laid on top of her, still kissing slowly. For several more intimate moments, we kissed, and I paused to make eye contact with her, like she’d asked.
“I need this,” J said.
I kissed her neck, shoulder blades, breasts and stomach. I slid my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and slid them off her legs, along with her underwear. I felt between her legs- warm and wet and could myself very aroused at this point.
I got to my knees, so we could go to the next part. I removed my jeans, exposing my erection and pausing for a second to fetch a condom.
I hadn’t used a condom in several years, but I didn’t embarrass myself too badly putting it on. Seconds later, I was teasing J’s clit with the tip. She seemed impatient again. I sensed this and slid inside her tightness.
A natural rhythm took over and J and I held each other close. Her long, athletic legs wrapped around me. I pulled her in close to me, our bodies together.
“Oh god, yes” J moaned. I went deeper and kissed her. I kept up a slow steady rhythm and J moaned loudly. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and the back of my neck. I couldn’t believe we were here.
Feeling the inevitable, I reached down to pull her hips close. I felt her clench around me as I came, filling the condom. For several minutes, we kissed, still lingering in a deep embrace.
“Thank you,” she said as I got up to clean up. I nervously checked the clock. Only a few hours left. J padded across the room to the bathroom to clean up and returned with a plush robe on. “Hope you don’t mind.”
We fell into a faux-intimate embrace on the bed and I drifted into a light sleep.
**Round Two**
We both awoke with a startle. Early pre-dawn light started to fill the room. Only an hour and a half until I had to leave.
I offered up the shower, which was a full, walk-in with glass doors. I started the shower, allowing the water to warm. J joined me in the bathroom, letting down her hair and dropping her robe to her feet. Seeing her toned, naked body gave me a flush of arousal and I started to get hard again.
We didn’t finish the shower. After only a few moments under the hot water, we were in each other’s arms again, kissing and feeling the others’ body. We hastily toweled off and were back on the bed.
J ended up on her back on the white bedsheets. Our pace and moves were more uninhibited this time- I felt like I needed to go down on her. I made eye contact with her again, kissing from her navel down to her inner thighs. Her red hair was intoxicatingly wet. I licked and kissed along her labia, up to her clit. I seemed to find a steady rhythm which she seemed to enjoy. I her felt her tense up as she moaned “right there.” I was not about to stop. J held onto the back of my head.
“Right there, right there, right there!” She moaned again. I felt her tense up again and release as she’d cum.
I got to my knees again and grabbed another condom, starting to unwrap it. Before I could finish, J repositioned to her side, putting me in her mouth briefly.
“Should I make you cum?” J asked, looking up at me with her green eyes.
“Yes, but can you get on top?” I asked. We’d discussed sex positions earlier, before we’d gotten naked.
“I’ll never turn down my chance to ride a hot guy” J replied with a smile.
I laid on my back and slid the condom on. J didn’t wait long and lowered herself onto my erection. Once she found a comfortable rhythm, she pulled my hands off her hips and held them, looking into my eyes.
“Kiss me,” she asked. I pulled myself up to a seated position while she continued to ride me, now in my lap. We kissed a couple of times as I pulled her closer.
“I can finish you- Let me make you cum” J whispered. I sat back and she removed the condom, taking me in her mouth again. She asked me to lie back, which I happily did. J wetted the underside of my shaft and with both her hands, stroked me quickly with a pretty remarkable hand job.
In no time at all, I was coming, spurting a load into her palms. In an expert move, she continued to softly stroke me until I stopped throbbing. We kissed again and walked towards the shower.
This time, we both showered and dressed quickly and didn’t play around again. There was an unspoken understanding that the other had to get going. Fully dressed, we shared a long hug.
“Try not to end up like us” she cautioned, referring to her and her husband, gave me me a kiss on the cheek and left the room.
*****
Three wrongs don’t make a right. Just because everyone was cheating on their spouses that night, doesn’t make it more acceptable.
After years of unsteadiness, Mrs Candid Ordinary and I determined to stay together. We matured and finally seem to work though those bad years together.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k6ax8u/three_wrongs_make_a_needed_night_long_hotel
That was a good story.
Glad you worked things out! Great story tho.