Everything I thought it would be! My pussy will be throbbing all day!

Drinks after work. I sat between my husband and the client, my tight white tank top clinging to my curves as I crossed my legs in those skin-hugging blue jeans and teetering 5-inch stilettos. We'd been laughing and sipping cocktails for what felt like forever, the air thick with unspoken promises, and I could feel the heat building as his knee brushed mine under the table. My hand slid over casually, landing on his thigh, fingers inching higher until they grazed the bulge in his suit pants—God, that thick 8-inch cock was already hardening under my touch, making my pulse race with that familiar, insatiable hunger I could never quite tame.

My husband chuckled at something the client said, oblivious or maybe not, as I leaned in closer, whispering in the client's ear about how I remembered every inch of him from last time, my voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. The flirting escalated, my fingers now boldly tracing the outline of his shaft through the fabric, feeling it throb and grow, while I shot a glance at my husband, whose eyes darkened with a mix of jealousy and excitement—he knew where this was heading, and it only fueled the fire. The tension coiled tighter, my body aching for more, as we finished our drinks in a rush, the promise of what came next hanging heavy in the charged silence.

We stumbled out of the bar and into an Uber, my hand still on his cock as we sped toward the hotel, the city's lights blurring by in a haze of desire. Once inside the room, I immediately dropped to my knees before him, fumbling with his zipper and freeing that massive, veined shaft that I craved so badly, my mouth watering as I wrapped my lips around it, sucking deep and hard, tasting the salt of his skin. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, while my husband watched from the corner, already stroking himself through his pants, the room filled with the wet, slurping sounds of my enthusiasm and the building moans that pushed us all closer to that inevitable, explosive edge.

With a sudden surge of strength, he flipped me onto the soft hotel bed, the sheets cool against my skin as he yanked down my tight blue jeans, exposing my soaked panties that clung to my throbbing pussy. I gasped, my heart pounding, as he tossed the jeans aside and carefully slipped my 5-inch stilettos back onto my feet, his eyes gleaming with that raw hunger he always had for them, making me feel even more desired in my vulnerable state.

His hands spread my thighs apart, and he dove in, his tongue lapping at my pussy with eager, rhythmic strokes that sent electric jolts through my body, while he occasionally slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot deep within. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against his face as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over me until I came hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flowing as I cried out in ecstasy.

He didn't stop, diving back in with more intensity, his tongue flicking and sucking on my swollen clit while those fingers pumped faster, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as another climax hit me even harder, my body shaking uncontrollably as I gripped the sheets, lost in the overwhelming rush of sensation.

Still trembling from the aftershocks of my last climax, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over roughly, positioning me on all fours with my ass high in the air, the cool air hitting my slick, exposed skin as I arched my back instinctively. His hands gripped my waist firmly, and without a moment's hesitation, he plunged his huge, throbbing cock deep into my soaked pussy, stretching me wide with that familiar, intense fullness that made me gasp and push back against him, the initial thrust echoing with a sharp, wet slap that reverberated through the room.

He started fucking me hard and fast, his thick shaft sliding in and out with a rhythmic squelch, each powerful stroke hitting deep inside me and sending jolts of pleasure up my spine, while I felt my husband's presence nearby, his breathing heavy as he stepped closer. I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, reaching out to pull his hardening dick toward my mouth. Not yet I exclaimed. ,

As he drove into me with increasing force, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, I felt the heat building again, my body rocking between them in perfect sync, the room filled with our shared grunts and the slick, primal rhythm of flesh meeting flesh.

With a sudden surge of desire, I turned my gaze toward my husband standing there, his eyes locked on the scene, and beckoned him closer with a firm wave of my hand, my voice coming out in a husky whisper, 'Come here, baby, I need you now.' He hesitated for just a second, then stepped forward, his breath quickening as he climbed onto the bed beside me, his hard dick bobbing in front of my face, the familiar scent of him mixing with the heated air of the room. I wrapped my lips around him immediately, sucking gently at first, then with more urgency, my tongue swirling over the tip as I took him deeper, feeling the veins pulse against my mouth while the client kept thrusting from behind, each movement pushing me forward onto my husband.

As I bobbed my head faster, my husband's hands tangled in my hair, guiding me with soft grunts of 'Oh fuck, just like that,' his hips bucking slightly to meet my rhythm, the salty taste of him growing stronger with every stroke. I felt him swell even more in my mouth, his body tensing as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, the wet slurping sounds blending with the slap of skin from the other end, building toward that inevitable release that made my own body throb in response.

His grip tightened suddenly, a low groan escaping him as he thrust once more into my mouth, and I felt the hot rush of his cum flooding my throat, thick and pulsing, forcing me to swallow greedily to keep up, the warmth spreading through me as I milked him dry with eager laps of my tongue.

At that moment, his voice broke through the haze, a rough growl in my ear, 'I'm gonna cum, I can't hold back anymore,' the client's hips slamming harder against me, his thick cock throbbing inside as he gripped my hips tighter. I pulled my mouth away from my husband, who was still catching his breath, and looked back over my shoulder with a wicked grin, my words coming out in a breathless command, 'put it in my pussy, fill me up with it all.' He groaned in response, sliding out just enough to reposition, then thrust back in deep, his massive shaft stretching me wide as he picked up the pace, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the dim hotel room.

He pounded into me relentlessly, each powerful stroke hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl in my stilettos, his hands digging into my flesh as he chased his release. I felt him swell even more, his breaths turning to animalistic grunts, and then it hit—hot, thick streams of cum flooding my pussy, pulsing wave after wave as he buried himself to the hilt. My body clenched around him, milking every last drop, the warmth spreading through me in intoxicating bursts, leaving me trembling and slick with our shared mess.

As he finally slowed, still buried inside, I arched my back slightly, savoring the fullness, the sticky evidence of his climax trickling down my thigh, mixing with the sweat and scent of our entangled bodies in the stuffy air of the room.

After a few lingering moments, still catching my breath with his softening cock slipping out, I felt the cool air on my skin as I reached for my tight jeans crumpled on the floor, the fabric sticking slightly to the mess between my thighs. My husband handed me my tank top with a knowing smile, his eyes lingering on the flush of my cheeks, while the client zipped up his suit pants, adjusting his tie as if nothing extraordinary had just happened in this dimly lit hotel room. We moved in quiet efficiency, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

As we stepped out into the hallway, My husband wrapped an arm around my waist, his touch familiar and grounding, while I exchanged a playful glance with the client, his athletic frame filling out that suit even more enticingly now. 'Until next time,' he said with a smirk, his voice low and promising, before turning towards the elevator, leaving us with the echo of his footsteps fading down the corridor.

We made our way to the car, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement, and I leaned into my husband, feeling the day's adventures settle into a warm, satisfied hum in my veins, already imagining the thrill of his return.