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She let herself into the hotel room. She'd walked through reception without glancing at the desk, ignored the elevator and took the stairs to the first floor. Left along the corridor, passed the large frosted windows, third door on the right. She was slightly out of breath as she entered, feeling beads of sweat forming on her forehead, another tickling her side as it rolled from her armpit over the swell of her stomach, a damp aching heat between her ample thighs. She leant her back against the door for a moment, taking him in. Letting him take her in.

"You're late." he observed, his arched eyebrows turning the flat statement into a query. He lay on the bed, wrapped loosely in a robe, a streak of later afternoon sunlight highlighting his thighs and midriff in the darkening room.

She stepped forward, kicking off her shoes. "It was Tony." She padded across the carpet, barefoot, towards the bed. "Of course he picked today to suddenly rediscover his libido." She sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down the parting of his robe.

His eyebrows arched further. "You... ah..." He cleared his throat, his momentary loss of cool drawing a satisfied grin from her. "You fucked him?"

Her grin widened as she flicked his robe apart with her hand and stood, reaching for the zip of her dress. "Of course." she said as her dress fell. She stepped out of it, her magnificent belly wobbling as she did, her breasts pendulous and braless. She saw his gaze flick to her crotch. Her only remaining item of clothing still covered her there but she knew the knickers were sodden, riding up into her still dripping slit. "Of course." She said again, leaning over him now, an erect nipple brushing his exposed chest and shoulder. "But first he came in my mouth." She brought her mouth to his as she said this, kissed him, gently at first, then opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, hoping that he could taste Tony.

She felt him moan into her mouth and a shiver pass through him. She slid a hand down him, soft, fat fingers eventually finding his erection. She slid her thumb through the pre-cum leaking from him and down the side of his already throbbing cock.

She broke the kiss and let go of him, unbending herself. "Then I let him fill me. Would you like to see?" This elicited only another moan. He was quivering now and she had to stifle a laugh. She'd known he would be excited, of course. They'd discussed all of their fantasies with each other. Months of the intense intimacy their affair had afforded them had allowed them to discuss deep desires they'd never thought they'd be able to voice, let alone explore. By their standards, particularly hers, this one was reasonably tame, and she was surprised, and gratified, by the effect it was having.

She slid her knickers down to her knees and took his hand, sliding his fingers up the thick, wet, trail now coating her inner thighs, through the thick, coarse hair covering her vulva and bringing it to her labia, where drops of Tony's ardour and her own, rising, arousal were now gathering.

His hand trembled as he slid his fingers up her slit, his eyes widening as he watched her husbands cum coating them. He slid them back down and then slowly pushed his middle finger deeper, his thumb making a tentative pass over her clitoris as he looked up at her.

She rewarded him, briefly, by grinding down onto his hand, before stepping back. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his still dripping fingers towards his own lips. "Open." She said and he did, of course. She slid his fingers into his mouth and watched with satisfaction as his lips closed around them.

As he suckled, eyes still on her, she clambered onto the bed and straddled him. She could feel his heat between her soaking thighs now. He thrust his cock up, slithering along her cunt and she let out her own moan as it slid over her clitoris. She dropped more of her weight onto him, feeling his hard, jerking shaft nestle perfectly between her lips. She began to slide her cunt along his length, making a conscious effort to eject Tony's cum as she did so.

Leaning forward, she rested her full weight on him, her chest to his, his cock now trapped in the cummy mess between her thighs. She brought her lips to his ear. "Do you want to cum inside of me? Where he came? You might make me pregnant. Maybe he made me pregnant. Do you want to take a chance?" Her hot, wet breath, still carrying the scent of her husband washed over him and he felt himself trying to grind up and into her in helpless lust. "Yes." he panted. "Please...".

Lips still next to his ear she slid her hand down, lifting herself slightly as she grasped his cock, sliding the head against her opening. "Fuck me, now," she breathed as she guided him into her. "Fuck me as deep as you can, let it be your baby..."

She buried her head into his shoulder, biting and kissing, as he planted his hands on her thighs and thrust into her. After only a few thrusts she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. Now she planted her hands on his thighs and pulled. Pulled him into her. Pulled his cock through the viscous mess of her cunt. Pulled him as deep as she could, parting her thighs as far as they could.

As she pulled he gazed down, amazed by the sight of his cock being engulfed by this messy, magnificent cunt, Tony's cum coating his shaft and her labia.

She heard his orgasm begin as low grumble at the back of his throat, an animal groan of pleasure that rapidly escalated into a full blown roar as she felt him push hard, HARD, into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her as forcefully as she could, at the same time snaking her arms around his shoulders and pulling herself up to meet his lips.

They tasted each other (and Tony) as they came, eventually panting wet and hot into each others mouths as they held each other and he gradually softened in her warm passage. Cum (his and his) seeping passed his cock as it wilted inside of her.

"Fuck." He breathed.

"Yes." She answered.