Chapter 8

Debbie phoned later that night to tell me that she would be coming home on the morning flight and should be back by lunchtime. I thought that she sounded quite subdued and asked her if she was OK. She said that she was but had some things to discuss with me once she was home but wouldn’t say anymore on the phone. I went to bed feeling puzzled and a bit apprehensive as she wasn’t the bubbly happy person that she sounded when she was enjoying the company of her colleagues at her conference in Edinburgh. I tossed and turned but eventually got to sleep and wakened quite early, eager to see my wife after so many days away. Late morning a car eventually turned into our drive and out steps Debbie looking fresh and gorgeous. She waved the car away and came over to me wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly. It was then I felt wetness on my neck and realised that she was crying! “C’mon babe, I’m not that scary am I!?” I joked. She pulled away and we went into the house and I went to make her a coffee. She sat down and told me just to listen to what she had to say before I made any comments. I brought both cups over and sat opposite her as she started to tell me of her conference trip. It all sounded quite boring at first until she got to the last night, and my interest picked up then! I listened while she told me all the details and said nothing until she’d finished, then I sat back quite astounded!

Here’s my account of Debbie’s last night in Edinburgh:

Debbie’s Conference Confession

It was Debbie’s last night at the marketing conference in Edinburgh, and she was excited to be going home tomorrow but determined to make the most of her last night in town and looking forward to seeing her husband after her few days away.

The end of conference meal had been held in the hotel and all the staff had decided to go for a couple of drinks at a night club close by. Everyone was in a boisterous and jubilant mood after the success of the past few days and were happy to let their hair down on this last night before flying home tomorrow. The bar was packed with attendees and Debbie was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. All her male colleagues were downing drinks quickly, making the most of the generous company expense tab and got more boisterous as the night went on. A small combo started playing some smooth jazz music in a corner and the club lights were dimmed to encourage guests to dance. Debbie was enjoying the music and was feeling no pain with the drinks that she’d had with and after the meal. After some twenty minutes or so the men decided that this was too boring and wanted to go on to a casino and asked Debbie to join them, which she declined and said that she would stay and listen to the music while she finished her drink then off to bed. The men left with whoops and cheers and Debbie sat back and sipped her drink, noticing a well-built blonde haired man sitting at the bar, glancing and smiling her way. He was well-dressed and looked to be in his early thirties, with a chiselled jawline and piercing blue eyes. Debbie couldn’t help but feel a little excited by his presence.

She smiled at him as he approached her, feeling flattered by his attention. “Hey there,” said the blue-eyed man, “Mind if I join you?”

Debbie shrugged, “Sure, why not?” she replied, taking another sip of her drink.

He introduced himself as Sven over here from Sweden and explained that he was in marketing too. He was charming and flirtatious, and Debbie found herself enjoying the attention. She felt a thrill of excitement, and for a moment, she forgot all about her husband and life back home.

As the night went on, Debbie found herself laughing and chatting with Sven. He was both intelligent and had a good sense of humour, and she enjoyed his company. However, as the drinks flowed, Debbie began to feel a little dizzy, and her judgment became clouded. She knew she should probably call it a night, but she was having too much fun to stop.

Debbie continued to chat and laugh with Sven, feeling more and more comfortable around him. He bought her drinks and made her feel like the most desirable woman in the room. She could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her giddy and reckless.

Soon, she was up dancing on the crowded dance floor, with Debbie pressed close to Sven. She felt the heat of his body against hers, and she relished in the attention. As the night wore on, the dancing became more intimate! Debbie led the way to a dark corner of the dance floor, where the music was louder, and the lights were dimmer. She started to grind against Sven, feeling the hardness of his body against hers. Debbie let out a moan as he touched her, running his hands over her body. She could feel herself getting wet with desire, and she knew that she wanted him, relishing in his physical reaction to her. Sven was turned on by Debbie’s boldness. He could feel the heat between them, and started kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes, sending shivers down her spine. Debbie knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and she was getting more and more turned on by the minute. She let out a soft moan as Sven’s hands slid under her dress, running his hands over her bare thighs. Then he was exploring her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves. The music was loud, and the club was dark, which made it easier for Debbie to let go and indulge in her desires. She had always been adventurous had never experienced anything like this before. The alcohol was making her feel dizzy, and she felt like she was losing control.

As the music thumped and the bodies gyrated around them, Sven’s hand crept higher and higher up Debbie’s thigh. She could feel the heat radiating off his palm as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Debbie’s breathing grew shallow as she felt the familiar ache of desire building deep within her.

As they continued to dance, Sven’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and began to tug them down, inch by inch. Debbie’s heart raced as she felt the cool air hit her bare skin, and she wondered if anyone else could see what was happening. But then his lips were on her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered in her ear, “Relax, no one’s paying any attention to us.”

Debbie let out a soft moan as his fingers found her wetness, and he began to tease her with light touches and gentle strokes. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve ending in her body alive and pulsing with desire. His other hand held the small of her back, pulling her in closer to his body as he ground against her.

They were lost in their own little world, the music and the crowd fading away as they explored each other’s bodies. She knew that she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. She was lost in the moment, with this handsome man all over her. She felt alive and desired, and didn’t want the night to end. As the music reached a fever pitch, Debbie felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She knew that she was about to do something that she would regret, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Sven was breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto hers. They knew what was about to happen, and they were eager for it. Debbie leaned in, her lips meeting Sven’s in a passionate kiss and for a few moments, everything else faded away, and Debbie was lost in the moment. She didn’t care about the consequences or the guilt that would come later. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she was experiencing at that moment.

Debbie pulled away from the kiss, feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt. She looked up at Sven, who was grinning at her with cheeky smile. Debbie hesitated, feeling torn. She was married, and she knew that this was a mistake, but a part of her didn’t want the night to end. Sven leaned in close to her, his breath hot against her ear. “Come up to my room with me, for a nightcap” he whispered. Debbie bit her lip, feeling a thrill run through her body. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist the temptation.

“I shouldn’t,” she said, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

Sven leaned in and whispered in her other ear. “Come on, just let go and have some fun, you won’t regret it.” he said.

Debbie hesitated for a moment longer, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong. She nodded, feeling a rush of excitement as she followed him out of the club and into the elevator.

As they rode up to the hotel room, Debbie felt a mix of nerves and anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was about to do something reckless and dangerous, but a part of her couldn’t resist the thrill of the moment.

As they stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway, Sven opened the door to the hotel room, and Debbie stepped inside, feeling like she was walking into a trap as her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew that this was something that she would regret, but she couldn’t help herself. Sven closed the door behind them, and Debbie turned to face him.

“Let’s get this dress off,” Sven said, stepping closer to her. “I want to see what you’re hiding underneath.”

Debbie felt her heart skip a beat as Sven reached for the zipper on her dress. She lifted her arms, letting him slide the dress down her body. As the fabric fell away, Debbie stood there in her bra, panties, and black stockings feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Sven both let out a low whistle, appreciating the sight before him. “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” said, stepping closer to her. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

Debbie felt a shiver run down her spine as reached for the clasp on her bra. With a quick flick of his fingers, her breasts were exposed, the cool air of the hotel room causing her nipples to harden. Sven stepped closer to her, his hands running over her body. Debbie could feel the heat of his body against hers, and she was getting more and more turned on by the minute.

His hand trailed down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her panties. Debbie gasped as his fingers brushed against her sex, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Sven leaned in, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Debbie responded eagerly, feeling his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She was lost in the moment, her body responding to the touch of this handsome stranger. She knew that it was daring and irresponsible, but she couldn’t help herself. She was caught up in the thrill of the moment, relishing in the physical pleasure that he was giving her. She felt his hands on her, pulling at the elastic of her panties until they fell down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of him and felt a blush creeping up her neck as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

Sven hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly as he leaned in to kiss her again pulling her closer to him until she was pressed up against his hard body. Debbie could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew what he expected from her. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers working his zipper down until his hard length was free.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire as she leaned in to kiss his cock head. She could feel it twitch in her hand, responding to her touch. Debbie felt Sven’s hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she worked her lips and tongue over his shaft. She could hear his moans growing louder, and she knew that he was enjoying what she was doing to him.

Finally, Sven pulled away from her, his erection still hard and glistening with her saliva. Debbie looked up at him with a sultry gaze, her lips swollen and wet with saliva.

“Please eat my pussy, then fuck my mouth” she pouted, her voice thick with desire.

Sven grinned down at her, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. “You really want it, don’t you?” he asked.

Debbie nodded eagerly, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Yes, please,” she murmured.

Sven pushed her back on the bed and she spread her legs wide, her pussy lips glistening with her abundant juices. He was enthralled with her wantonness as she lay back, her blonde trimmed pussy framed by her black stockings, cheeks flushed and long blonde hair all mussed. Dropping to his knees he slowly kissed his way up her stocking clad legs until he reached the creamy band of flesh at the top. Debbie was thrashing round on the bed urging his face closer to her pussy but he continued to tease her, slowly running his tongue up to her very aroused pussy lips and gently nibbling up each lip before flicking his tongue over her very erect clit. Debbie was loving it and then he stiffened his tongue and slid it straight into her very open pussy hole like a miniature cock and started to thrust deeply in and out all the while using his fingers to stroke her clit. The juices were pouring from Debbie especially when he moistened his thumb and started teasing he rosebud, inserting just inside. Debbie exploded then, spurting her juices all over his face and trembling through climax after climax until she lay back exhausted.