Tales of A Naughty Wife At the hotel

His teeny tiny prick had swum and poked shallowly at the entrance of my cunt, making no dent at all. He played around there while I laid underneath him, knowing he would be done in a few seconds. He was.

He got off me, panting. As always, I wondered what kind of work he thought he must have done for him to be so breathless and proud of himself.

I never said these things to him, though. What good would it do to tell him that his dick was so small? I barely even felt it. It will only make him feel bad and despite everything and my multiple affairs, I do love my husband.

"Hmm..." was the sound that escaped me as I snuggled against his body. This aftermath was not so bad. I could simply hold the man I loved while trying to ignore the throbbing desire in my pussy.

"I asked if you are happy."

"Of course I am," I said, leaning up to look at him.

"I was thinking ... maybe we should consider trying for a baby?" He asked tentatively.

A giggle immediately escaped me, a sound which I tried to disguise with a cough. A baby? Did this dude really think his tiny penis can actually make babies?     I mean, how the hell was he supposed to get his swimmers into me when his dick can barely make it past the entrance of my cunt?

"Are you okay?" he asked, after my cough.

"Oh, yes. I was just surprised, that's all. Well, I guess we could try and see what happens." I said, leaning up to kiss him and feeling guilty that my thoughts about him were far from those of an adoring wife.

I woke up suddenly and looked around me, my mind registering where I was. I was in bed, in one of the hotels I usually frequent with my boyfriends. I checked the time. It was nearly 6pm. I looked beside me at the guy I had spent most of the day fucking. He was asleep but his eyes twitched as I made to get out of bed. He tightened his grip on my waist and opened his eyes, peering at me.

"I have to go. Michael will return from work by 8. I need to get home." I said, prying his hands off me. He did not relent, though. He roughly pushed me closer to him and moved on top of me. I placed my hands on his chest as I squirmed beneath him.

"Oh come on, I really need to go, Femi," I said, trying to push him off. I gave up the fight when he bent his head and claimed my mouth in his. I moaned knowing I had lost the battle when his erection poked excitedly at me. His tongue slipped in and around my mouth and I let him explore, grinding my hips against him. I pushed him, but this time, he turned and pulled me on top of him.

I withdrew my mouth from his. "Just one more round," I said and he smiled triumphantly. I sat up on him and held his cock to face upwards. I adjusted myself, leant up and then came down, sliding his cock in me as I went. My cunt, which was already sore from all the hours of fucking his cock, tingled in arousal. I bounced up and down on him and my pussy began to lubricate itself, making it so much easier to slide around him. He held on to my hips and I leant forward, making sure I slide over the length of his hardness.

My ass was grinding against his balls as we fucked and I moaned, enjoying the sensation of being pleased.

This was my third time with Femi. He was another boyfriend I met online. He was not married but the idea of fucking a married woman thrilled him and when he found out I was, he chased me until I gave in. I enjoy fucking him and we had a good time together. I actually did enjoy his company so being with him from morning till evening was not so bad.

I rocked my hips against him because I knew he liked it when I did that. I was rewarded with a deep moan and his grip on me became even tighter. I leant back up and he immediately brought his hand to my clit, stroking gently, slowly increasing the speed and pace until I bucked wildly, cumming all over him.

His own climax came soon after. He held my waist and pushed upwards, meeting my downward thrusts. The sound of my ass hitting his thigh and pelvis filled the room as he pumped into me until he came.

It was nearly 8 when I got back home. I quickly hurried into the shower. I did not get the chance to clean up at the hotel for fear of getting home late. I rinsed the scent of sweat, cum and sex off me, trying to cleanse myself of my sins.

I heard the lock turn and Micheal's voice, announcing he was home.

"I am in the bathroom," I called out.

I exited the bathroom and entered the room to see that he had taken his clothes off. After spotting me, he walked on over to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek. His hands gently slid my naked body and he bent to kiss me on the mouth. I kissed him back, moaning slightly to encourage him. He led me to the bed and soon came to lie on top of me. He must have inserted his dick because he soon began the usual grunting and groaning as he 'fucked' me. I thought about the man I fucked earlier and how he filled me so wonderfully. I held on to my husband and wished it was Femi's dick ploughing me and fucking my cunt.

I sighed, when after barely a minute, Michael jerked and came.