His Affair, Her Affair


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Married saleman picks up a married hooker in a hotel bar.

He sat at one end of the bar, nursing a drink. His sport coat was unbuttoned and his tie pulled down. His eyes kept darting down to the blonde sitting at the other end. Of medium height, she wore a black leather skirt. Already short, that skirt was cut up the side, showing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the straps of the garter belt that supported them. She crossed and recrossed her legs, obviously aware of his scrutiny and just as obviously ignoring it.

The next time the bartender wandered down to his side of the long polished wood bar, the man jerked his head towards the woman.

"What's her story?"

The bartender looked at him with surprise. "Are you kidding me? I've never seen her before, but whatever you want from her I'm sure its available. For a price."

"Oh, she's hooker?"

"My God man, does she have to post a 'For Hire' sign on her? Look at her."

As though she could hear them talking, the blonde pivoted on her stool. Her black brassiere could be seen through the half-unbuttoned blouse. Her make-up was heavy, particularly her dark red lipstick. She looked over the two men, immediately dismissing the bartender but eyeing the man with interest. She lifted an eyebrow. When he gave a small smile in return, she ran her tongue over her lips. He grinned, picked up his drink and walked down to where she was sitting.

"Buy you a drink?" He slid on to the stool next to hers, one foot braced on the bar railing and the other on the floor. In spite of his self-assured tone of voice and attitude there was something in his demeanor that was hesitant, slmost shy.

"Sure." She turned to face the bartender, who was watching with an amused smile on his face. "Give me one with real booze in it this time," she ordered.

"Real booze?"

"Yeah, this one was soda water." Seeing the look on his face, she snorted. "Hey, if I could afford my own drinks and all, I wouldn't be here, and doing this."

"What would 'this' be?" The man chuckled as he laid a hand on the woman's leg.

"Hey, no free samples," she brushed his hand off, jumping in surprise. She wavered in uncertainty, as though she was tempted to run for the door before she settled back onto her stool.

"Okay then. How much?"

"How much for what?"

"Oh come on honey. Cut the crap. We both know what you are. How much?"

"Well," her voice was scornful. "If we both know what I am, I at least think you should take off your wedding band before you start picking up any girl in a bar."

"Why? Are you married?"

She snorted "What gives you an idea like that?"

"The pale skin at the base of your ring finger gives me that idea."

"Gee, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes aren't you? Okay, so I'm married. It's a long sad story, accompanied by a full orchestra. What does that matter?" Her voice quivered, not matching the bravado of her words.

"Nothing. I just wanted to point out that your throwing stones is ridiculous. So, how much?"

"God, I should have worn my rings. I think the idea has you excited."

"How MUCH?" he persisted.

"Three hundred."

He snorted. "Honey, I just want to rent it. I don't want to buy it, take it home and put it up on the mantel."


"Two hundred and two ways."

"Okay. but the original three hundred if I can get you back up a third time."

"Three-fifty then, for around the world."

"My," she marveled. "You do fancy yourself as some kind of stud don't you?"

"I guess we'll find out."

"I guess we will." She slid off the stool, her dress riding up enough to show that she didn't seem to be wearing panties. "Pay the man would you?" She indicated the bartender with a nod.

He tossed a twenty on the bar and took her arm. they left the bar, turned right and went down the hall and outside. He guided her to a first floor room, unlocking it and then closing it firmly behind them. He hooked the chain and turned the deadbolt.

She stood in the room, her hands on her hips. "What a dump." She popped gum she must have slipped into her mouth after they left the bar.

"We're not here for the ambiance. We're just here to fuck."

"God you're a romantic. I bet your wife can't keep her hands off you."

"Never mind her," the tall man said. "Lift your skirt." The woman did, revealing that she indeed had no panties." "Good." He walked up to her, spun her around and kissed her. As he did, he pushed her backwards until the back of her thighs touched the low set of cheap drawers against the wall.

She kissed him back, even as her fingers undid his slacks and reached in to pull out an already hard cock. "Hmmmmm," she whispered as the kiss broke. "This might not be so bad after all."

The man pushed her back onto the dresser top. When she toppled, her legs flew up and he grabbed an ankle in each hand. Spreading her wide, he jammed the head of his cock between her labia."

"Hey! Watch it. For crying out loud put it IN me. Don't beat the outside into submission. You're already paying for it." The she gave a muffled cry as he adjusted their position and in one long stroke drove his cock up inside her. "And wait a minute! I need to get a condom on you."

"Fuck that," he growled. Wasting no time, the man began to slowly pump in and out of the woman. He drew back just a little at the first thrust. Each subsequent entry pushed a little harder, pulled back a little farther. In a short time he was almost pulling out of her and then pounding her with long deep strokes. He had pulled her to the edge of the dresser and his balls swung forward each time and slapped against the cleft of her ass.

Her legs were spread into a wide open Vee and her hips rolled back, lifting her ass from the wood top of the dresser. He maintained his grip on her ankles, leaning forward now to add the weight of his muscular body to the hammering of his hips.

"God," the hooker's head rolled on her shoulders. "Let me put my legs around you before you split me apart and make a wish."

"Already making a wish little darlin'," grinned the man. "And its coming true, 'cause I am just ... about to ... oh yeahhhhhh..." He fell forward on top of her, bringing one squeal from her as he pinned her into a U-shape, her high heels up around her ears. A second squeal came as his buried cock spasmed and emptied a load of hot cum deep in her pussy. A third squeal came as she bucked so hard that she nearly threw his much bigger body off of her own.

When the twosome calmed down and their breathing returned to normal, a rather plaintive voice said "Could you let me up now? I think my spine is permanently bent in a half circle."

"Oops, sure." The man hastily rose, then nearly tripped as he tried to take a step and his forgotten pants, now around his ankles, caught him.

"Are you okay?" asked the woman anxiously as the man nearly toppled to the floor, catching himself with one hand.

"Just embarrassed," he admitted.

"Well good," she replied. "Why don't you go ahead and take those off? I'd hate for you to fall and break your neck. Not only would I have a hard time explaining this to the cops, I'd have an even worse time collecting what you owe me."

The man pried his shoes off and dropped his slacks and underwear. He caught up the slacks and draped them over the straight-backed chair sitting in the cubbyhole in the middle of the dresser.

"Probably have a rough time explaining it to your husband." he noted.

The woman snorted. "That worthless bum? Crap, if he could keep and hold a job I wouldn't be out here supporting his lazy ass by spending my nights on my back or on my knees."

"That's a helluva a way to talk about him." the man commented. He walked over to a carrying case on the sink and opened it up to reveal two bottles of whiskey. He took the top off one, poured three fingers in a hotel glass, added a single ice cube and stirred it with his finger. He turned to look at the hooker. "Scotch?" He indicated the bottle he had just poured his drink from. "Or Irish?"

"Irish please," she responded. "As for my jerk husband, what do you care? Are you going to tell me what a saint and great lay and all around lovely gal your little woman is?"

He snorted back. "That frigid bitch? She's rapidly turning into a cow, she's gaining so much weight, and you and I have already had more sex tonight that she and I have had in six months. Besides, I'm on the road all the time working my ass off. I deserve a little R&R." He passed over the drink she had requested.

"Why stay married to her then?"

"Why stay married to your old man?"

"Why are we even HAVING this discussion?"

"Beats me." The man took another sip from his glass. He walked over to an overstuffed armchair and sat down in it. "Why don't you finish your drink and come over here and get on your knees?"

"Just a moment." The woman undid her blouse and hung it up in the clothes enclave. She unfastened her bra, heaving a sigh of relief as she did and massaging the strap marks. Her skirt followed, draped carefully over yet another hanger with the bra tossed on top.

"Whenever you can spare the time..." came a dry hint from the other side of the room.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. What is your hurry? You rent the room by the hour or something?" She crossed the room and lowered herself to her knees. Bending forward, she took his balls in one hand and began to rub them gently with her thumb. He sighed. Then her mouth descended on his cock as it rapidly grew stiff again and he groaned.

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