The December contest appeared conveniently as I’d started this already so I’ve put that flair on. As I can’t put two on, best be warned this isn’t a wholesome story and is very much centred on cheating as you may have guessed from the title.
So this is going to be long. So much so, I’m splitting into parts – I have no idea how many parts it’ll be for now but at least two. Hopefully you’ll stick with. There’s also a bit of background that’s worth your time – just check out my previous posts. I’m a sucker for build up and boy was there a lot of it here…
(last thing to note, the main action of this story starts quite far down)
So, my last post ended with me confirming an out of town conference. Technically it was out of country; I live in south England and the event was happening in Wales so, for those not familiar with the UK, this involved a short train journey across the border. Before this, although we were both obviously entangled in an affair, it was never quite as pre-meditated. Each encounter had just been a bit more raw passion and always very intense. This felt more wrong in the lead up but neither of us could help ourselves as we were lusting after one another hard. We were like a drug to each other and we were equally intoxicated by one another.
I was so excited and turned on by the idea of having Ella to myself. All to myself. I kept checking my emails to see a response from her or just any sort of sign. I was like a teenager going on their first date. It didn’t take long, Ella sent a response saying she couldn’t believe I’d actually made it happen. In fairness, it was a little weird that she’d be going to this work event as no one else from her team was. There were quite a few others going though so it wasn’t just going to be me and her and therefore a plan had to be made to shake the others. I’d love to say that the first time we’d get to spend alone, unrestricted, was going to be in a fancy hotel but my company likes to save money and it’s almost a company policy that your hotel is a Travel Lodge. So not totally romcom but then neither is the idea of cheating, right?
The conference was a few weeks away and so this allowed some serious time to get pent up about it. There were sneaky 1-to-1 meetings where we’d talk about work for two minutes and flirt, feel each other up and make out (when the coast was clear) for the remaining 58 minutes. That’s a guess, the reality was more than an hour. “Meetings” often overran. 5pm scrambles for the car journey home were a thing of the past as we stayed behind to just be in each other’s company.
We went from being a little late here and there to making our own time for each other. We went from flirting over instant messages to grasping every opportunity we were alone to passionately kiss one another. That escalated into groping one another which in turn escalated to her pulling my cock out in the work kitchen on tea breaks. I, in turn, I would “get her back” by calling her over to my desk and sliding my fingers inside her out of view of our colleagues.
I can’t explain the sensation of a workplace affair. It’s completely exhilarating yet nerve-wracking. The absolute desire for each other was insane during these weeks (and this never really stopped) and there probably was the thrill of being caught in there – we almost were multiple times, including by the director of the department. And I mean scrambling to get pants up style caught. By the week before the conference, we were all over each other whenever we could be. In a couple of short months, we’d gone from a flirtatious look or two across the office to wanting (*needing*) to fuck each other every time we were in the same room… and when we weren’t. I think Ella must have swallowed my cum three or four times that week. It was almost her regular lunch time snack.
We were obviously restrained. Finding a quiet spot on a nearby walk was one thing. It allowed us to satisfy one another briefly but it was clear our appetites were much more. Having each other uninhibited was going to be another thing entirely.
The Monday morning rolled round and after a weekend of sneaking in messages to each other, I was actually nervous and unsure if she’d show up to work that day. As if she might get cold feet about it. Maybe she secretly knew this and tested me as 9:05am came and she wasn’t in. I started to really wonder but then she burst through the door, panting somewhat, tiny little suitcase behind her. She’d been trying to rush as she’d had other errands to do beforehand. I couldn’t decide whether to forgive her for being late… or punish her for it later. She apologised to me and asked if there was anything she could do to make it up to me on our work trip. Her grin was devilish. She didn’t even try and hide this comment from our co-workers.
I snuck out of the room to make my morning coffee. She followed five minutes later. As the kitchen emptied out of others, Ella walked over to me and got real close. I confessed to her almost immediately I thought she might have chickened out (my filter seemed to be constantly off around her). She responded by grabbing my dick through my trousers (I was already rock hard without realising) and kissing me, “How could I chicken out of getting to satisfy this all night?”
My eyes must have lit up something special. If she wasn’t already feeling it, she would be able to sense my excitement at that comment alone. I pulled her in closer and kissed her hard, exerting some pressure on her back. I ran my hand up her back and yanked her hair, telling her, “I think I’m going to be satisfying *you* all night.” (I love to be dominant and more than that I love giving pleasure rather than receiving – Ella already knew this)
Before we could get too carried away, we controlled ourselves and header back to the office. After all, we had some actual work to do and a train to catch by 11:30. The rest of the morning, however, no work got done. Instead, I spent about two hours telling her what I was going to do to her and how over IMs (I may even have access to this conversation somewhere, I must go back and re-read some of them). Occasionally she’d come over to my desk and I’d feel what impact this was having my running my hand up her legs. Even through her tights and knickers, I could feel she was sopping wet already. She explained how she’d not cum since I’d last made her cum the week before and how she’d edged herself at home since. I couldn’t wait to make her explode.
We got a taxi, with our other colleagues, and headed to the train station. We were bunched up close and I managed to caress Ella’s leg without others seeing, promising her that I’d continue this on the train. Once we were on however we were sat separately because we weren’t quick enough. I made some stupid excuse as to why we should sit next to each other a little later and I swapped seats. From here, our hands were exploring under the table as much as they could. I kept on going further up her leg with every stroke until I was stroking her pussy over her tights and knickers. I decided I wanted more and I could see her losing control already. I was in such a heightened state and becoming less aware of my surroundings.
I snagged a bit of her tights and pulled it, making a hole big enough to slide my finger through. I gently ran my finger down the line of her knickers, slipping it under them and stroking her pussy. She was so wet. I was as turned on, my cock making an obvious bulge in my trousers. She gripped it firmly, squeezing it a little harder as I worked my finger inside her. Above the table, our colleagues were just chatting and we were smiling along with the small talk. Below it, we were working each other into a frenzy. I slid my finger in as far as I could with the limitations of the angle and the setting and she stroked my cock up and down over my trousers. I turned to her and watched her eyes begin to roll back.
“Everything OK, Ella?” one of our colleague’s asked.
Snapped her back to reality a little, “Yeah, fine, just getting comfortable.” she replied, wriggling slightly. This movement allowed me to slide my finger further in, she knew what she was doing. As lost as I was in this moment, I kept fastforwarding a few hours in my head. Imagining Ella and I alone in the hotel room. With my free hand, I took my phone out and started typing a note on it to show her. It just read, “When that hotel door room locks…”
She looked down at it and I felt her pussy tighten around my finger briefly. She squeezed my dick extra hard.
We couldn’t keep this up indefinitely so we slowed things down and soon the train had arrived. Our work group headed to our destination (which was actually another company’s office for a meeting) and from here it was strictly business… With the occasional smirk cast towards each other. When our work thing had ended, we were asked to dinner by our Welsh friends. Ella and I both knew this would take away from what we both knew was going to be a complete fuck-fest so we needed excuses in quick. Hers was being tired and finally having a night away from the kids after so long. Mine was seeing a friend in the city who I’d agreed to meet up with. We got some odd looks, people probably knew. I was so turned on though, not sure I cared at that moment in time.
As a team, we headed to the hotel to check in. Ella checked in first. Room 216.
“OK, got it, second floor, room 216” I said to myself in my head.
Next, our other colleagues checked in. “Third floor.” and “Fourth floor” I said in my head as I heard their exchanges with the reception. Then I checked in, praying to be second floor just for the ease.
“Ok, you’re in room 411. Have a nice stay.”
I smiled and said thanks but internally I was angry. Fourth floor… Next to John. Gonna have to spin this one right. I couldn’t be caught having Ella come in my room or sneaking about at random times in the late evening/early morning. We did that weird ‘we’re all colleagues, not necessarily friends’ exchange in the lobby and headed to our rooms. Ella and I gave each other knowing glances and parted.
I got in my room, dumped my bags and went for a quick shower. I took my phone and checked my messages whilst showering. One from Ella was already waiting for me, “What time you coming down? ;)”
“Just in the shower…”
She sent a drooling emoji back, followed with, “You could have used mine?”
My cock was throbbing hard at this alone. God I needed to cum… and with, in and on her. I needed her. I resisted the urge to do anything about it there and then.
“I might need another one later? Feel like I may get pretty dirty.”
“I intend on it. Seriously though, what time?”
I was actually also pretty hungry.
“How about we meet downstairs in 15? We can grab something to eat and we need to pick some other things up. You’re going to need to keep your energy up.”
There was a bit more of a delay to her replying this time. I assumed she was cooking up a witty response about me needing to keep up but she clearly couldn’t come up with one. Instead, I got, “You can eat in my room if you want…”
“I will. That’s more of a dessert though.”
After a few more exchanges, we eventually did meet in the lobby, which was stupid as we’d told the others we wouldn’t be around. We quickly left though and headed for the ‘other things’ which were condoms and lube – got to stay safe. Then we found, of all places, a Subway. Fine dining. On the way there I was actually feeling nervous and a little short of breath. It was like a first date when you’re 12 with zero confidence. We sat down in Subway and ate and, again, felt each other up under the table. She’d changed as well and was now wearing a blouse and jeans so not quite as easy access as it was.
We were in another country (just), a city where we knew no one and could be free. The free feeling was amazing – literally freeing or liberating. We could be ourselves – it was just us as we wanted to be but we didn’t quite let loose entirely. I was actually getting turned on at the idea of others in the Subway admiring her and knowing I had her (if at least just for that night). We finished our food, chased down with a beer each and headed back to the hotel. Our hands gravitated towards each other and we held hands on the walk back (until turning the corner of the hotel at least).
I said I had a few things I wanted to get from my room so she could come with. She hesitated but she did. As soon as the lift doors closed we were on each other, making out passionately. Hands exploring all over, clawing down each others backs, grabbing at and squeezing one another. It was mad and intense (almost comical with the lift music) and lasted all of 20 seconds while the lift went from the ground floor to the fourth floor. We stopped, composed ourselves and walked to my room.
Holy shit. This was it. This was what months of flirting, sexting, sneaking around, teasing each other, staying back late to fuck one another in the small windows of opportunity that came up had been leading to. It felt almost like I was about to see her for the first time in years or lose my virginity. It was such an odd (yet amazing) feeling. We’d talked about this moment, how it would go (multiple different versions of it) and how it’d feel. It felt just like we thought – fucking intense. I can’t accurately describe it. What I can say is, think about the person you desire most in this world and not being able to see them or touch them for months and in that time there’s only been teasing, build up and the promise of something special. When that moment gets there, you know it’s something else.
I swiped my key card and the door clicked open. I looked at her and she was looking right back at me. I could sense her nerves too. I opened the door. She was close to me. The anticipation was wild. I gestured for her to go in and she did. I followed and closed the door behind me. I clicked the lock in place (which I know isn’t totally necessary, no one was going to get in and all). The atmosphere instantly changed. This was really it now.
There were several seconds of silence as we looked at each other…. “When that door locks…” It was blissful silence in a strange way. It felt right even if it was very wrong. It was so calm given the nature of the situation and what we wanted to do to each other. This calmness wouldn’t last for much longer. As quickly as the atmosphere changed one way, it changed the other and we were on top of each other. I bounded over to her and took her in my arms, holding her close and kissing her deep. Like before in the lift, we were all over each other and it was intense. The intensity from before had been upped. Our only rule for this night was “no marks left” which meant we knew our limits here. This was the only restriction and although it was hard to adhere to this at times, we made it through… just.
We stumbled over to the sofa in the corner of the room by the bed. Some items of clothing fell away. My coat. Her coat. Her shoes. My shirt’s buttons went one by one. Our lips barely came apart. She pushed me back and fell with me onto the sofa, where she straddled me. In my head this plays out over minutes in slow motion. The reality was more like seconds. With Ella, all my sense of time became completely warped. Ten minutes in her company would feel like two hours and also like two minutes at the same time. She started grinding me whilst helping unbutton my shirt further and then sliding it off me. I responded by unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it over her head. Her body was looking fucking phenomenal underneath. I took a second to admire her before kissing her neck, nibbling it gently and kissing downwards. She arched her back and head backwards in pleasure.
Every touch right now was feeling electric for both of us. She pulled away a bit and then placed both hands on my chest and scratched lightly down to my abs.
“No marks, remember?” I said playfully.
She shrugged and gave a mischievous grin back but said, “Ok” with a hint of sarcasm and sadness to her voice.
She went back in to kiss me. The energy here was incredible. We kissed furiously, not really wanting to stop. We swirled our tongues together for a little while until Ella stepped off me. She reached down and grabbed my cock over my jeans. I was throbbing as she rubbed it up and down. I’m not sure how I didn’t explode right there. She undid my belt and then unzipped my jeans, tugging at them slightly. Then she pulled the band of my boxers and took my let my cock thud back down against my body. She took it in one hand and kind of looked at it for a moment. It was leaking precum like a tap. She took a bit with her finger and rubbed the tip as she held the base firmly with her other hand.
She knelt down so she was between my legs without letting go of my cock. Then she started stroking it up and down firmly. She looked up into my eyes – I was entranced as I looked back. I was admiring her beauty and her skilled hands. To remind you what she looks like, she has platinum blonde hair, pale skin and big beautiful brown eyes that I was currently getting lost in. It was like a mad staring contest with the huge distraction of her hand rhythmically going up and down my dick. Up… And down… Up… And down. I’m actually sat here getting turned on thinking of this moment. She won the contest as I started focussing on this moment.
She pressed my cock down to my body and started sucking my balls. She did this with some vigour, taking one completely in her mouth and then the other. She covered both completely in her spit and then worked her way up the shaft real slow. Everything seemed in slow motion at least. As she got to the tip she started attempting to take my entire cock in her mouth. She pushed past the head and further down the shaft but was struggling to reach where her finger tips were. It was a glorious sight. She tried and tried again, inching further down each time but never quite making it. I was admiring her determination but I must have been the hardest I’d ever been. Now and then she’d come up for air and a moan (seemingly a mixture of moaning in pleasure and frustration at not deepthroating me).
Although I wanted to explode and fill her little mouth up, I was managing to fight this urge and holding on because I wanted to both make this last and make her cum first. She must have sensed this and decided to go harder. She stopped her deepthroat attempts and instead started going to town on my cock like it was her first meal in days. She was slurping it down, sucking it hard and alternating between this and pumping it hard with her hands. Sometimes her left, sometimes her right and sometimes both at once. I had to fight *hard*.
After some moaning, writhing and clenching onto the sofa, I needed to stop her now if I was going to hold off cumming. She was like a woman possessed, like she needed my cum in her. She was fighting for my orgasm and I was fighting against it. It’s been a fun game we’ve played a few times since. I reached down and caressed her cheek, then held her face a little firmer directing her gaze up at me. Fuck she looked good with my cock in her mouth. She slipped it out with an audible pop and I beckoned her up to me with a ‘come here’ gesture with my finger. The mood was shifting again and she was going to submit to me now.
She straddled me once more and we were back to making out passionately. This time it was more passionate than furious. It was deep, intense and somewhat… romantic? In one swift motion, I ran my hands down her back, and grabbed her arse, holding her legs close to me and I stood up with her, lifting her from the sofa. We never broke the kiss. Carrying her, I stepped forward a few paces and threw her onto the bed.
“My turn” I said to her.
I climbed on top of her and kissed her (seriously, kissing this woman is addictive) and then kissed down her neck, nibbled her collar bone and kissed down to her chest. Her bra was still on at this point but remembering how she’d once told me her nipples were really sensitive, I made sure I managed to expose them to suck on as I continued my path down. I kissed down to her stomach and then started sliding her jeans down. As I worked my way back up her legs, I kissed one and slid my hand up the other until I was at her panties. I immediately noticed they were matching her bra and also my favourite colour and it turned me on that little bit extra to know she was dressing up for me. As my hand reached her pussy, she was more soaked than before. I couldn’t wait much longer to take them off so I didn’t hesitate in removing them straight away and then repeating the motion of kissing up her legs again.
I hovered around her clit for a moment and then kissed back up her body and back to her lips. I was savouring this moment and teasing her too. I kissed back down her body, the same as before and when I reached her clit this time, I gave it a quick flick of the tongue, waited a few seconds and then gave another. I did this again and again, tasting a little more of her each time and extending the time my tongue was on her and decreasing the time it wasn’t. I felt her shaking already and my guess was she was as close as I was just minutes before.
I was having an internal dilemma, going between torturing her by prolonging this or going all out to make her cum. I decided to go right down the middle and started by going slow, teasing her clit with my tongue and kissing around her pussy. I gave her pussy long lashes from bottom to top and swirled my tongue around her clit, settling into a slow rhythm. Her pussy was flowing now and her juices were coating my lips and tongue. She tasted divine. She was starting to writhe around on the bed and her moans were getting louder and her body was moving in unison with me – it was like were in sync.
Up until this point, I’d been holding her legs whilst thrashing my tongue around her cunt. I decided now was the time to up things and move my hand up her leg and start finger fucking her. Two fingers slid straight in – that lube seemed like a silly purchase now. I curled my fingers inside Ella and immediately hit the right spot as she let out her loudest moan yet. I repeated the motion and saw her body convulsing and felt her pussy tightening on me. She wasn’t cumming yet but was so close.
I kept going, alternating the pace between extremely slow and steady and fast – yet not fast enough to push her over the edge. Just enough so that she stayed in a heightened state. I decided I’d kept her on edge long enough and pulled my fingers out and a trail of her pussy juice kept us connected. I stroked her pussy up and down delicately and told her, “This time, I’m not going to stop.”
I pushed my fingers back in with a bit more force and started going faster and faster. As her moans started building up again, I clasped my mouth over her clit as I continued finger fucking her. I sucked it hard and lashed my tongue all over it at the same time. Her moans were turning into more of a scream now. She was getting louder and louder as I upped the pace of both finger and tongue fucking more and more. I could have shot my load at this moment as the atmosphere just got hotter and hotter.
We’d reached the point of no return so I went fully for it now and went as fast as I could. Her pussy started really clenching around my fingers and her clit felt really swollen between my lips. Now she was screaming. Thank god our colleagues had left the hotel earlier. I felt my fingers getting wetter and wetter. Ella had squirted on me before (I fucking love a squirter) but this time something was more intense. The freedom that we had desired was clearly having an extra effect as my fingers already felt like they were submerged under water and everything was just getting wetter. All of a sudden, her juices started pooling in my palm and flowing in my mouth, and I just kept vigorously fucking her with my fingers. She yelled out something incomprehensible and there it was…
She absolutely erupted like a geyser. She essentially yelled “oh my god” loud enough to hurt my ears and started filling my mouth with her juices. I pulled my face away from her pussy and watched as she squirted all over my face. Her legs were shaking along with the rest of her body as her orgasm was lasting. She came hard and the evidence was all over my face and the bedsheets. She was now laid in a huge wet patch on my still made hotel bed.
I took a moment, as did she, and then climbed back up to her to kiss in her in her post-orgasm glow state. She kissed back deep and then looked into my eyes, saying, “oh my god” once again.
I stood back up. My jeans were still slightly down and my cock hard as rock. She said, “I need that big dick in me and need to return that favour.”
“There’ll be time for that down in your room.” I replied, and zipped my jeans back up (with some difficulty).
After a little more basking in the moment, Ella put her clothes back on too. We kissed some more and she actually licked my cheek too, tasting herself. Everything she did was a turn on.
She left my room first and I freshened up a little. I grabbed some things to take down and looked back at the huge wet patch on my bed, thinking about how awkward that would look to the hotel staff the next day. I wouldn’t be sleeping in it so there was going to be a perfectly made bed with a huge cum stain on it.
I smiled to myself and walked out of the room, heading down to Ella’s. Things were going to get more intense.
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Dude marry her