[MF] Vegas conference – married woman with a tat of her husband’s name. [CHEATING] [ANAL]

Vegas. A cheater’s playground.

I was in Las Vegas for a conference with a number of co-workers and colleagues, many of whom knew I was married, knew my wife, and would not approve of any extramarital action. This presented a challenge, not a road block!

I was sitting through a fairly boring presentation and I fired up the Whisper app to waste some time. Usually this app is a waste of time. I saw a non-sexual post, though, that I responded to. It simply said “Vegas Whisper is way more interesting than <insert home town name> Whisper!” I replied to agree, and we started a chat that quickly moved to snap. Zoey was married, also in Vegas for a work conference, also with pious co-workers. We kept the conversation PG-13 at first.

That night, most of my co-workers wanted to stay in since we all partied pretty hard the night before. I headed to the hotel bar to grab a drink and play video poker. I snapped Zoey to see what she was up to. She sent a picture of herself on Freemont, with one of her co-workers. Zoey had stunning eyes, a great smile, beautiful dirty blonde hair, and a killer petite body. I snapped back showing me with a drink and alone. I asked if she needed some company, but claimed to be stuck with her very Mormon co-worker – and she wasn’t even drinking because of this. I told her, that’s not the Vegas experience! She agreed and wished she could do the full Vegas experience, but that it wasn’t going to happen this trip.

Somewhat bummed, I finished my drink and headed to my room. We kept texting, and the conversation became much more suggestive, but a meeting was not in the cards.The next morning, we kept texting, complaining about how boring our conferences were. I tried one more time – I told her we would both have more fun if we ditched our conferences and hung out in one of our rooms. She agreed but was hesitant, afraid her co-worker would notice her absence. She had also “never done anything like that before”. Right ;)

After lunch, her tune changed. “Hey…my co-worker went back to her room to sleep. Are you free?” To be honest, I was in a fairly interesting break out session…but it wasn’t THAT interesting! “Of course I’m free!” We agreed to meet at the elevators.

She arrived, and we gave each other a friendly “hi” to not raise suspicions, should any of my co-workers see. We stepped in to the elevator, and a few more people joined us. They left a few floors later, and as soon as the door closed, we embraced and tangled tongues. The elevator stopped at my floor and we headed towards my room. We did chat for a little bit, she revealed her hesitation because of “never doing this” but she wanted to break out from her day to day life while she had the chance. I reassured her, if she wanted to back out, I would be disappointed but not angry. She replied by pushing me to the bed and making out with me some more.

This caused my cock to swell and she rubbed it through my pants. She removed my belt and removed my slacks and boxers, revealing my rock hard cock. She took me into her mouth and gave me an expert blow job – just the right amount of hand action, gagging as I hit the back of her throat, creating the perfect coating of spit. She looked up at me with her amazing eyes, never breaking eye contact. I warned her I was about to blow my load, and told her I wanted to go down on her before I came. She stopped, stood up, and we kissed and together we removed her clothes, as well as the rest of mine. She laid down and I dove in, licking and sucking on her clit, using my fingers to add stimulation. She moaned and yelled the entire time. At one point, I stopped and asked “have you cum? You seem to be enjoying yourself but I honestly cant tell!” She said “I’ve cum twice, don’t worry I’m good!”

At this, I told her I wanted to fuck. She started to move to all fours so I could enter her from behind, but she gave me a warning – “Um, I have a tattoo on my back. The name on it is my husband’s”. I cracked up, sure enough she had a flower pattern with “Steve” written across it. I composed myself and looked for a condom. She objected to this, saying she’s never been with anyone besides her husband since shes been married and she hates condoms. We had talked about how I had a vasectomy during our texting. I thought about it and decided to go for it raw.

And oh my god she was tight. I pushed inside her with no problem as she was soaked, but her tight pussy clamped around my throbbing cock. I didn’t last 2 minutes before I blew my load inside her. I didn’t let her know though…I just slowed down and pulled her towards me…just stay hard I begged my cock. Thank god it obliged. I kept fucking her slowly to return my cock to full mast, and when I was back to full speed, I really started hammering her. She kept moaning and yelling, clearly enjoying herself. I pulled her hair. My cock was covered in both of our fluids, with a nice frothy build up forming. I pushed a thumb gently into her ass, feeling out her reaction. She only got louder, so I pressed more.

We switched to her on top. She srattled my cock, put one hand on the wall in front of her, and rode me like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. She was an animal. The entire time she was on top, her eyes were rolled back into her head, all I could see were the whites of her eyes. She was possessed in the best way possible. Sweat was dripping from her body on to mine. Every bounce brought a loud, sexy grunt from her mouth. I’d never been fucked so hard by a woman on top, it was such a turn on. It was as if she was having a continuous orgasm.

She begged to change again exhausted from her riding. We went back to doggy, and I asked if I could go in her ass. She agreed but said to go slow, her husband was not as big around as me so she needed some warm up. My cock was basically dripping with both of our fluids, lubed up and ready to go. I pressed into her slowly, and she groaned so loud. I pulled out most of the way, making sure to allow her ass to acclimate. Our bodies moved in unison at this point, and we got into a good, moderate rhythm. She rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass, bringing her self to yet another orgasm. I told her I was about to cum…I pulled out and came on her tattoo, all over her husband’s name. “I knew you would cum there!” she said as we cleaned up.

We hung out and talked for a while in the room, but we both went back to our conferences for the day. We kept texting, and met one more time the next day for a repeat session. We hoped our travels would have us cross paths again, but it never happened. We lost touch after a while, but I will always remember this amazing time, her tattoo, and the whites of her eyes. Sorry, Steve.

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