This assumes you have read “First Date As A Whore .” This continues the night after their nap. The continuation is rather longer and much, much more...

After the Nap

After Roger ate my pussy like a fiend, kissed me like a French lover and fucked me in a flurry of long-supressed lust, we were both exhausted and fell asleep together like lovers.

I woke up first, we were perspiring and the room was warm enough that we had not been under the covers. I didn’t move, I just spent time gazing at Roger’s body while touching myself and imagining being a bad girl. Also I was being subtle seeking to arouse his resting cock using my natural perfume. These days at home the system worked about 25% of the time.

One of my thoughts was about monogamy. They say women are naturally monogamous. I agree with that in general, there is a predisposition encouraged by most societies. But I also think there is a universal exception. I believe that many women have a secret wish for a night with another man - the attraction of a strange hand, curiosity about lips, is he different as a lover, etc. - enjoying her body. Maybe it is a handsome movie star or an Olympic athlete. Maybe the one who got away or was lusted from afar. Some couples even write 5 or 10 names on a “free pass” list before they exchanged vows, allowing their spouse “hall pass privileges” with those named, should the chance ever arise.

Roger was the only “other man” I thought about that way and my man knew all about it, he had seen Roger’s fingers probing inside me, bringing pleasure to my pussy. That was a decade ago but we still had vivid memories recalling hands and lips pleasuring bodies on the dorm room beds across the room, stirring exhausted bodies to passion one last time on a Sunday evening. I enjoyed Roger and Roger’s girl Foxxy enjoyed my man Tracy. The only explicit limit was no “cock in pussy” penetration. (Well, there was also an unspoken understanding about the back doors.) Fingers could go everywhere, like when my hand stroked Roger’s cock as he taught me the perfect touch. His tongue tickled my pussy as my guy watched.

Sometimes we flipped the switch; instead of switching MF couples the guys both watched as Foxxy and I played girl-on-girl games with each other. In either case the objective was for the ones with hungry pussies to revive their flagging lovers after a long weekend of sex, so they could get it up to thrill us one more time. Jealousy is a powerful spice if used with a light touch and the right audience.

In the years between I dreamed of Roger doing more to me, things like him fucking me then sending me back across the room to my man, soiled and wanting more of the same from my man, who would then send me back. Tracy knew of and supported these dreams, he also contributed ideas like three-in-a-bed, maybe with a blindfold “to make it interesting.” He even got a toy which we agreed was a close approximation of Roger’s cock, we employed it in our private fun. Telling me that scenario always got me wet. But I never thought I would be alone in bed with Roger, playing his whore waiting for him to get hard again while Tracy was nowhere near.

I guess my attempt at chemical sex-play was working, Roger’s cock moved as it stiffened a bit. A moment after it moved he woke up. He blinked like a owl, trying to recall how I moved from his dream to his bed, then he gave me a smile that said, “I wasn’t sure if I would find you here. I thought maybe I dreamed of you again. Of maybe you left after.”

We had stayed out dancing a little later than usual. Then came the sex, which burned fast and hot during that first round. We were both exhausted so afterwards sleep was inevitable. We both lost track of how long we slept. But we still had appetites.

Roger knew our routines. It was around 10:30 and he knew my husband and I were usually in bed by 11:00, since Friday was a work day. “Is your husband coming by to pick you up soon? Do we have time for...?”

“Yes and no,” I answered. “Yes, he is coming by to pick me up ... but maybe not so soon. He mentioned you were due at his office around 10 in the morning, so we agreed that 8:30 tomorrow morning was when I would meet him in front of the hotel.” I sighed, I tried to give it a ‘forlorn’ feel. “I guess until then I have to rely on the kindness of strangers ... or maybe an old friend. I do have my husband’s blessing to be friendly ... very friendly, all night.”

“I hoped, but could not believe it possible ... I have some ideas about what we might do. I admit that sometimes I dreamed...”

“You are not the only one,” I said as I moved to take his soft cock in my mouth, savoring our rich combined flavors. I took all of his shrunken cock inside my lips, for at least for a short time before it grew. I guess that meant he liked it too. Our “overnight date” was scheduled to run “until the morning coffee,” and neither of us wanted to short-change the other. So with my mouth full I wondered what else we might do next.

He made a decision, I was still sucking him when he reached, picked up the phone and ordered room service: coconut shrimp (they are famous for it) with some fruit, Drambuie coffee and a collection of sinfully decadent (and expensive) chocolates. The kitchen normally shut down by now except for one guy. Most of the order was easy, but if we wanted the shrimp it would take 75 minutes this time at night, most of that was needed to heat the oil.

We wanted the shrimp, it was a special treat in this town, but one I had never tasted. He said I was in for a treat.

By the time he finished the call his cock had swelled beyond my ability to engulf, so I had to use my hands to keep working up his desires.

It seemed that room service was not his only aroused desire. He picked me up and carried me to the shower where we could both handle each other in all the good places.

Good Clean Fun, Until...

We had 75 minutes in the shower so we both helped the other get clean and very dirty. As I held his body against mine I assured Roger that anything I did with him was not going to ‘cross a line’ with my husband, he knew where I was and what I was doing because he had set up this date. Then I gave Roger a very hot kiss while running my hand down his crack to run a fingernail lightly over his balls. He returned the kisses with great passion. Then he began to nibble my breasts. I said I was not as big as Foxxy’s plus there was a little sag, but he replied that my big puffy nipples were the best he had ever seen and he often thought back on how he got them to stand tall and proud with just his mouth.

I coaxed him to giving the nipples a touch of his teeth, these days that always did the job for me. Once they were standing up he could not get enough of my erect nipples.

I admitted I was interested in getting his beautiful cock to stand up hard in my mouth. I wasn’t big on oral in college, in those days I only took his tip. With my guy oral pretty much dropped off the menu after the first few years, we both liked fucking more. But Roger’s cock looked delicious to me, I often dreamed about having it cum inside my mouth as his cum dribbled out from my lips and ran down my chin. So while he had his way with my nipples I handled his manhood. Then he let me go down on him. My lips had some quality time with his whole business.

I am no oral expert, my husband almost never finishing that way, but this time I was doing it please myself and satisfy my curiosity. Roger didn’t complain as I alternated between sucking his large cockhead and licking his balls.

He noticed this little kneeling pad in the cabinet under the sink, it was a lot easier on my knees. I guess that at a hotel like this, with willing men and well-paid professional women, kneeling in the shower was routine. That image, that this was a temple of commerce where oral sex was done routinely by professional call girls to absolute strangers, made me hot. Also, Roger’s cock and balls looked yummy. So I got into licking and sucking like never before. I was putting on a show for him by sucking on the cockhead, ducking my head down to tongue his balls, and using my lips on the shaft like a cob of corn with my lips. Roger was moaning with pleasure thru it all. He periodically pulled me back up for more passionate kisses.

I said I was not an expert at oral and rarely did such things, but as long as I was getting paid I was determined to be enough of a mouth-slut to earn his cum if he wished it. He said the show was fantastic as I sank to me knees again. I was determined to get him into my throat this time.

When he was fucking me earlier I thought Roger might have a bit more length than Tracy, but when I first tried to take him deep I could not get as far as I usually did. The issue was the very prominent ridge of his cockhead. It was much more than I was used to dealing with so I could not take him very deep.

Using a slow pace and careful breath control eventually paid off when I finally pressed my lips to his shaved pubic flesh, I took him all the way in by overcoming my gag reflex. But I could not hold him there or use it to pleasure him.

My husband’s cock was also thick and long, I honestly could not say who had more meat. But Tracy did not have a wide ridge. So I could take my man moving deep in my throat, which he enjoyed on occasion. In college I sometimes I got a “touchdown climax” from him there.

After I released Roger’s shaft he lifted me up and pulled me close, locked us together in a breathtaking kiss and embrace. His tongue deep inside, after his cock, really packed in his desire. It was sincere and passionate, a real connection. When we broke the kiss he told me how happy he was to be with me “instead of the usual pro with her painted-on smile and her step-by-step gameplan.”

Roger visited our town about four times a years, and since his company did enough business my husband’s firm kept him supplied with a top-notch pro escorts each visit. I knew all the pros could take him deep in the throat so I wondered if he was missing that service I could not provide.

Roger knew what I was thinking. “I have no complaint about what the escorts do, they are pros at making the client happy. But there is also no doubt that it is a job for them, a routine of checking off the boxes as they try to keep a smile fixed on their faces. You have to tell Tracy I am really thankful for this. I can’t hope for it as a regular thing ... but it sure is nice to see you this way.” He was deliberately making a comical ‘big eye’ at my nipples when he said that. We both laughed.

“I will be sure and tell him. But you have to know that you can’t say a word about me at the office. Somebody is seriously screwing with him and his job, when I heard he didn’t have a girl for tonight I would never have volunteered until he said you were the client. He knows I have always lusted after you, so we agreed to let him talk me into this. He knew I have always had sexy dreams about you so there was always an extra sexual draw. Sometimes the dreams involve both of you doing ... amazing things ... to me. I tell him I love him, but sometimes I lust for you. We don’t do this sort of thing with anyone else, we do not have that type of lusting feeling about anybody else. You spoiled me. I promised that I will tell my husband all about it.” I grinned and got a little embarrassed. “I am sure he will have me do a little show-and-tell ... Fuck, that idea makes me hot!”

Roger pulled me in for another passionate kiss, then turned me around, so my back was against his chest. He held me tight but lovingly, with his erection against my bottom and his hands cradling my wet tits. He felt very masculine and sexy, like in college. I felt so good knowing he really desired me.

As he was kissing me on the side of my face, on my cheek and ear, he asked,

“You will tell him all of it? How much detail will you share?”

“Oh, everything I can recall ... I said show-and-tell. That is part of marriage.”

“Most guys would take offense. Doesn’t he have a line...”

“No. He sent me to you for the night and ... well, our fantasies have included much more. Things like watching, sharing serial sex ... like two-on-one. He knows I always wanted to have you, I lusted for you in college. He loves me and sent me to you willingly, because I really wanted it. One of the things we talked about was ‘a line.’ I told him there were some things I would never do with him, because of our love. But that I just might do them with you, to try, because with you it is lust, not love. He was fine with it.”

Roger said, “I never thought of that, but now that you say it I can see the sense of it. Is there anything you want to ask me about?”

As soon as he said that I knew HE wanted something naughty, and maybe he didn’t want me to share that something with my husband. I wondered what?

I replied, “If I do I’ll let you know. I called him when we got to the room, after I undressed. Do you know what he said?”

“It must have been a fast call, I didn’t notice.”

“Well, maybe my legs were holding your ears at the time.”

“Ah yes, I remember not hearing that. What did he say?”

“I told him that I was wearing just my stockings and my rings while I was in your bed, which made me a very naughty married woman. We both knew what you were going to do next, after you finished what you were doing so wonderfully. We would add ‘unfaithful and dripping’ to the list of my sins. He said, ‘What type of husband would I be if I sent you to a lousy lover? You know I want the best for you.’ He meant it, and it is so true.” I was baiting Roger a little, he had a secret desire about me, I could sense it. I wanted him to have me in every way he wanted. But there was something he was afraid to mention.

“Wow ... I really appreciate that. You can be sure that showing you a good time is my first priority.” He hesitated, he was considering what he would say next. Finally he took the risk. “Talking about experiments ... We talked about how Foxxy was so sexy, but did you know that in one way you had her beat?”

From the way he was talking, being cagy, I could tell he was thinking of something way off the union-approved-menu, something ‘he had never done before’ daring. Based on the earlier questions about detail, it was something that he didn’t feel good about my guy knowing. But he wanted it a lot. What could it be?

Then he started to handle my bottom with his hands. Bingo!

Roger whispered, “You always had the cutest buns, with the sweetest rosebud.”

That was way off the menu, if a guy even mentioned anything in that area to a union girl he got sanctioned by the union. For Tracy and me, anal sex was a couple of times a year, when we are both in the mood. (Yes, I got in the mood, sometimes I wanted it.) Sometimes the mood hit us together and I enjoyed giving it up, sharing his need feeling him fuck me there and enjoying him getting off hard there. For Roger the size thing had me a little concerned, because his ridge was wider. Could my flesh stretch that far? I was sure it would hurt.