*This is part of* [an ongoing series](https://www.reddit.com/user/aqualounger/comments/xrqbc3/my_infidelity_diaries_links_to_all_posts/)*. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*
I’ve been travelling a lot for work lately. It has its ups and downs, but the combination of time away from home and access to a hotel room is a great recipe for sexy shenanigans.
I made great use of a hotel room on one recent trip, but this story is a bit different. Well, it starts the same: I posted in an r4r community for a city I was being sent to for work. Among the usual replies from scammers, came a message I wasn’t expecting: “Unfortunately not in Gondor, but hit me up if you’re ever in Rohan” (city names changed, duh-doy). The next day, I was at the airport, and I messaged her again. She replied. And so began my online (so far) affair with Zara.
She told me she would love to hear my accent in her ear. I told her I was thinking the same thing. We sent one another pics, I sent her a voice memo, and we began exchanging messages. By the end of my first day of my trip, I was sitting in my hotel room, I was imagining how I would fuck Zara like it was the end of the world. But she was still a person on the other end of a chat log. I decided to take things up a notch.
Me: “I want to call you and tell you a story.”
Her: “I don’t want my roommates to hear.”
Me: “You don’t have to say a word. Just listen.”
Her: “Is this going to make me wet?”
Me: “Definitely.”
Five minutes later, I had Zara on the other end of the line, and I told her what we would do if we were together. I knew she liked the idea of being held down, so I told her about how I would press my body down against her as I sucked on her tits and explored her pussy. She remained silent at first, but before long I heard it: a sharp intake of breath, and a slight whimper.
My cock sprang immediately to attention.
Her breathing quickened on the other end of the line, until I heard the distinct sounds of a woman trying to suppress the sounds of her orgasm. That took me over the edge, and I spurted thick ropes of cum across my chest.
The next night, her inhibitions about her roommates seemed to vanish, because I heard her voice at last. Fuck, it was sexy. And she was as horny and imaginative as me. I came three times on our next call, including one powerful orgasm to the sound of her telling me, over and over, to cum in her pussy. Our words ran through one another like electric shocks, as we spun tales that descended into guttural curses and moans, then the sounds of our orgasms sending each of us over the edge in turn. We video chatted, too, and she showed me her incredible tits while I came on camera so she could see what her voice was doing to me.
Eventually, my trip came to an end, and I told her that it would be difficult to keep calling one another — what with home life and several time zones standing in our way. Zara and I still message each other regularly, though; sometimes to sext, other times to share our lives with one another. But you can bet that, if my work ever sends me to Rohan, she and I will spend every spare minute making flesh our fantasty to fuck one another like the world’s ending.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zm7hqp/my_infidelity_diaries_the_seductive_power_of