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Subject: {ASSM} Hotel Thayer/Christmas Party
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Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2017 04:10:04 -0400
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Hotel Thayer/ Christmas Party
 
    The drive to West Point for my  husband's annual party was totally 
uneventful.  Some light snow flurries;  but not enough to cancel the event.  
Once we got there we would be good, as  we had booked a room to stay overnight.
    The roads around are not the  best in the wintertime.  At least we did 
not have to get out of my  husband's pickup truck when stopped at the gate 
by the MP's.  Some  questions and inspections of the undercarriage and engine 
area and we were  allowed to head to the Hotel Thayer.  Those not with 
reservations for  overnight; but going to the party had to go to a staging on 
the post where a bus  would take them to the venue.
    What was once an open post, now  very security conscious since 911.  
Plenty of parking as we are early for  the party; but on time to check in our 
reservation.  Grabbing the suitcase,  overnight bag and garment bag, my 
husband followed me to the front desk. 
    We had never stayed here before  and it is quite awe inspiring as a 
hotel goes.  Not your modern glass and  steel look; but that of an old stately 
hotel.  Signs of it being a military  hotel obvious by the painting and 
sculptures.  
    Finding out room and quite a  spacious area, and it should be for the 
price for the one night.  A nice  queen size bed and a view of the parade 
ground, even though it is a white one a  present as opposed to the green of 
most of the year.
    Carefully taking the garment bag  from my husband and hanging it up and 
then taking out each item to hang  separately and let them air out.    
    His gray and black pin stripped  suit, free of the plastic as it is 
only worn for weddings, funerals and this  formal parties like this.  It was 
easy to pick out his outfit for him as I  usually.
    My attire for the night will be  a first time wearing.  A metallic blue 
gown with bolero.  Satin  trimmed dropped waist bodice with a pleated lace 
skirt to my ankles.  Back  zip and hook and eye closure with spaghetti 
straps and a 3/4 length sleeve on  the lace bolero.  Silver opened heels, silk 
pale blue  thigh his w/a pale blue garter belt and an azure thong.  No  bra.
    For jewelry I have a necklace  with an oval of topaz circled by white 
sapphires on a silver chain.   Pierced earrings with oval of topaz and white 
sapphire chips.  A thin white  gold ankle bracelet with the letter "P".
    Smoke gray eye liner, clear lip  gloss and smoke gray toe and finger 
nails.  A french braid that my friend  is good at and my perfume, Red by 
Giorgio.
    I may be older, 40's now; but I  will look good and if the lighting is 
a little dim I could pass for my  30's.  I have dark brown hair to the 
middle of my back.  I am tall at  5'10" and maybe about 140 pounds toned, well 
mostly toned.  Small breasts,  still pear shaped and not drooping yet.  Not a 
beautiful face.  Hazel  eyes nose a little thin and a little long and mouth 
a little wide for my  face.  Overall not ugly; but may some might say pretty.
    We have been coming to   these Company Christmas Parties for a number 
of years, so I am familiar with a  number of the men he works with.  The 
President of his company a retired  West Point graduate, so that is why we have 
it at the Thayer.  My husband  an assistant plant manager at a very large 
stone quarry on the Hudson  River.  That is what this business is about stone 
quarries and asphalt  plants.  All the management and office staff invited 
with guest.   Three or four hundred people all told.
    Dressed and ready.  The  wait over as we go down to the lobby and find 
the room with multiple appetizer  stations and a crowded bar.  Nodding and 
greeting folks I know as my  husband stands in line for our drinks.
    Feeling pleasure as I can see  that some men have given my appearance a 
second look.  Also not feeling  overly dressed as other woman are wearing 
some very sophisticated  outfits.
    The talk of men with their  spouses about the job and the spouses about 
their family and children.   Feeling sort of left out as we have no 
children and I have a full time job as an  auditor.
    The servers circulating with  trays of delicious tidbits to tempt the 
palate.  The cocktail hour amazing  as usual.  The blur of introductions a 
whirlwind as it seem new people  filter into the old jobs at a quick rate.  
Some faces familiar, names more  familiar.  Finding a table with friends of my 
husband from the plant at  which he works.  Three couples from the plant of 
which we were the only  ones staying overnight.  The other two couples 
heading back tonight.   A couple of single men joining us as the other tables of 
eight fill up  quickly.  Both men working in stone plants rather then the 
corporate  office.
    The DJ putting on some dance  music now rather then the background 
music of the cocktail hour.  The dance  floor slowly populating with couples as 
the start overhead lighting becomes a  dimmer more subdued effect.
    My husband is not a bad dancer  at all as he takes me out to the floor 
and we circulate around it in a slow  number.  Now is the time to get him to 
dance as his smooth dancing becomes  a bit more frantic as the night goes 
on and he has a few more drinks.  He  doesn't fall down; but becomes more 
animated especially the faster dances.   I dressed more for the slow dances; 
but the skirt of my gown though a bit low,  roomy enough for me to shake it.
    The introduction of upper  management and awards to employers for years 
of service and introduction of new  employees and then a grand speech by 
the company president.  He actually is  a good and interesting speaker.
    Dinner is a buffet of many  stations and whatever you like to eat, you 
most likely could find.  Every  meat and seafood you could desire and 
numerous vegan  or vegatarian offerings for those that are not  carnivores. 
    My husband on my right and the  other two couple, girl/boy next to him 
around the table and the two single  men to my left.  The conversation as 
usual turning to work and not boring;  but not very enlightening as to our 
fellow table mates.
    The man next to me, in my eyes a  young man or boy, as he is barely in 
his twenties and works for quality  control.  The man next to him divorced 
and mid thirties and operator of the  scales at our local plant.
    Both of them staying overnight  and the younger looking like he is 
hoping to score one of the young ladies that  work in corporate.  A hunger look 
as each young thing passes near by.   His problem I think is that he doesn't 
know any of them being as he works in a  plant.
    Taking pity on the young man and  drawing him into conversation as he 
is shy and nervous.  Two year college  grad and his second year in the 
company.  I vaguely remember him from the  previous year, at least I told him I 
remembered him from last year's  party.
    From being the wife of  a quarry worker for almost twenty years, I have 
picked up much  information being I am inquisitive.  It was easy to carry 
the conversation  and I think he was grateful that he was included.
    The wine that I had sipped  during the cocktail hour and dinner now 
changing to a nice aged single malt  scotch.  I think my husband likes that I 
love a good scotch.  So many  women have never tasted it and many men also 
don't have the taste for a good  scotch whiskey.
    Some flaky pastries my dessert  and a now time to enjoy the party with 
dancing and maybe some good  conversation.  The DJ back up front and doing 
his thing again and I am  ready to trip the light fantastic once again.  
Starting with a slow dance  again and then moving to a faster one as we hold the 
floor.  A group dance  which knocked my husband out as he forgets the 
controlled moves.
    The young man from our table now  working through the electric slide 
and quite capable.  He moves easy,  jacket open and tie loose.  As the dances 
speeds up a bit and others drop  out to a smaller group, I find myself next 
to him moving to the precise  steps.
    A loud sigh of relief as the  music ends and those on the floor stand 
catching their breath.  Tad, that  is the young man' name smiles at me as we 
stand on the floor and before I have  caught my breath, the music glides 
into a slow waltz.
    Couples hooking up on the floor  and others rising from the tables to 
join.  Holding out my hands to him as  if imploring him to dance with me and 
seeing his smile as he walks over and  easily we slip into a textbook 
posture.
    He is a pretty good slow dancer,  though I think I can see his lips 
moving to count as we mover around the edge of  the floor.  More couples 
filling the floor and packing it tighter now as we  are pulled towards the middle 
and the formal posture much tighter as room on the  floor becomes a premium.
    "You don't mind being seen with  an older woman on the floor Tad?"  My 
question an attempt to break the ice  of our silent waltz.  Also an attempt 
to fish for a compliment.  
    "You are not old Patrice, you  look lovely and only a year or two older 
then me."  Both of us laughing at  that.  I can feel some tension leak from 
his arms as they hold, one lightly  resting on my waist and the other 
tucked in my fingers held up and  close.
    I am older and use to the world  of men and know that he is holding me 
closer then might be seen as proper by  some as we are both brushing each 
other's chest and groin areas on occasion as  we turn and whirl slowly.  His 
hand on my waist has dropped till it is just  touching the top of my ass 
cheek.
    Feeling a little breathless as  the dance ends and the cramped dance 
floor empties for some more active  dancers.  Sitting down and taking my drink 
to wet my lips that are a bit  dry.  Tad not doing scotch; but a Bud.  My 
husband deep in  conversation over some breakdown in the plant that was 
reported to  him.
    Trying to distract him and let  him know that we are here for fun and 
that Monday he can go back to work and  figure it out.  Seeing the looks of 
boredom on the other wives as the men  get into the discussion.
    Turning to Tad and asking more  about his background and what type of 
music he likes.  Resting my knee  against his thigh as I look into his eyes 
as I speak and see that he is blushing  a little as I increase the pressure 
of my leg against his.
    A ballad and the two wives, get  up to dance together as their husbands 
are too busy "crushing  stone."
    Humming the song lightly under  my breath as I watch the couple out on 
the floor and feel a return pressure  against my leg as I have moved it away 
from Tad.  Still looking onto the  floor as I slip my hand down to my lap 
and then when covered by the tablecloth,  move it over to rest it on the top 
of Tad's thigh.  Never looking his way  as I take another sip of my drink.
    My husband and his friends  wandering off to the bar, after asking if I 
would like a drink.  The other  single man disappeared from our table as I 
sit one hand resting softly on Tad's  thigh.  Feeling the tenseness in his 
leg as I move my hand down a couple of  inches and back up.  
    Turning to look at him.  "I  am just curious, do you wear yourself on 
the right or the left or tucked in the  middle."  Hearing his gasp of 
surprise at my question.  Feeling a  quickening in my chest as I wonder why I said 
that.
    Meeting his eyes, "you needn't  answer, I am sure I could find out if I 
desired.  How about you ask me to  do a slow dance with you?"
    Extending his hand as we rise  and work our way through the tables to 
the dance floor.  I could dance all  night long it there weren't better 
things to do with the night.
    Tad really is not a bad dancer  in hold.  Holding him off as his arms 
pull me tighter to him then is  prudent in public.  The brief contact making 
me think he is a jockey  wearer.  Gliding in a slow circle of movement 
around the floor as he guides  me past the slower couples.  
    "Let's move into the inner  circle of dancers, my whisper a little 
throaty as I see that it is a mash of  bumping bodies.  Working in and moving fr
om the formal hand holds to hands  on the waists as the cram of people make 
the available room minimal.  My  back and butt being bumped regularly as we 
barely move now to the music.  I  am sure some of the bumps are intentional 
to get a feel of ass.
    Tad and I very close, our chests  and lower bodies touching.  One of 
his legs pressed between mine.  A  definite bulge against my mound and his 
chest rubbing my breasts as I tease him  with my warm breath finding his ear 
and neck regularly as we sway to the  music.  In the dimness of the floor, I 
manage to nip his left ear lobe with  my teeth and am rewarded with a moan.
    Fending him off after teasing  him is cruel; but appearances must be 
kept up.  And the fact is, I don't  know exactly where I want this to go.   
The next song fast and feeling  my heartbeat already accelerated; I figure I 
need to sit and slow down the  pace.
    Not noticing any looks as we  return to the table and one of the 
couples is back sitting down.  An older  couple; but the man is my husband's best 
friend at work so again prudently  having a conversation with them and not 
in close contact with Tad.  Feeling  that he is understanding the need to 
proceed slow, he asks Barbara to dance and  guides her out to the floor as they 
have a Lindy going.  
    Watching them move as I exchange  small talk with Ron.  The next dance 
a "line dance" and one of Barbara's  favorites as she does the local line 
dancing tour.  Tad trying to keep up  and learn; but quickly having to retire 
to the table as the steps are just too  regimented for someone new to them.
    Ron moving to find my hubie  after Babs returns.  Kisses and hugs and 
they both leave to head back up to  Poughkeepsie as they are not staying the 
night.  Again just Tad and me at  the table as we watch the couples dancing 
some fast ones.  Mostly young  women out there now shaking all they got and 
much more.  Seeing the hunger  in Tad's eyes as he see the lovely ladies 
showing off their best assets in their  dresses and antics on the floor
    Smiling at him, "you should see  if you can hook up with one of those 
young ladies.  They don't seem to have  a talented dance partner to make them 
look good like you are."
    I am sure my teasing has him  primed and maybe forward enough to try to 
find a lady for tonight.  The  night a series of ups and downs dancing and 
sitting and talking and circulating  with my husband as he is introducing me 
to all his friends and  acquaintances.
    Some of the ladies I would like  to kick as they kiss him hard and one 
even had the audacity to kiss him on the  lips as she pressed her big 
breasts against his chest.
    Back at the table again, alone  as my husband has wandered off once 
again to the bar to get more drinks.   Not expecting him back for awhile as I 
nurse my scotch and watch Tad looking  very good with the young ladies and 
feeling a little bit jealous of the younger  women.
    Watching as he walks off the  floor with one of the chippies, his hand 
resting on her ass cheeks and she  leaning close.  Sighing as I watch them 
move out of the room.  So much  for teasing a young man.  Started to prime 
him and now the young stuff  takes over.
    One thing I didn't mention is  that dancing makes me a bit horny and 
that I had hoped that I would get my  husband up to our room and work out that 
horniness in a number of ways on his  body.  If he keeps drinking like he 
is, I will be supporting him to our  room and riding my vibrator whiles he 
snore in the bed next to  me.
    And the dancing has gotten me  horny.  I can feel the middle panel of 
my thong damp against my swollen  labia.  And my bolero thankfully is hiding 
the hard tips of my engorged  nipples.  
    Eyes wandering around the dim  room and looking up at my husband as he 
sets a drink down for me.  Pulling  him down to sit, shifting my chair close 
to his and letting my hand rest on his  thigh under the table cloth.  
Knowing exactly where I will find him as my  hand cups the bulge of his jockeys.
    It is all there, just not  straining the way I like it.  Running my 
hand along the inside of his  thigh, brushing against it as I massage back and 
forth.  Feeling a  stiffening in his pants as my fingers deftly scratch my 
fingernails against the  material of his trousers.  Watching his face, seeing 
the flush and  tenseness as he leans back in his chair.
    Oh yeah.  I got him going  now.  Not only got him going; but I can feel 
myself becoming aroused as I  squeeze my thighs together, sealing my puffy 
labia around the entrance to my  leaking pussy.  Nervous as I can now feel 
the lengthening of the muscle my  fingers finding the tab of his zipper.
    And "oh shit" moment as the  other couple stop back to the table and 
Linda the wife explains how she is tired  and going up to her room.  After the 
usual hugs and kisses, she leaves my  hubie and his friend and me at the 
table.  Frustrated now as my husband and  his buddy get up and head to meet 
with other guys at one of the far  tables.
    Biting my lower lip as I watch  them walk away.  Wishing that I had 
thrown that little bullet vibrator in  my hand bag, so I could take care of 
this little problem I have; before it  becomes a major one.  Grabbing I guy 
standing on the edge of the dance  floor that I somewhat know and walking him 
to the middle of the floor.  He  isn't much; but it is better then sitting 
alone at my table.  A slow dance,  a faster one and then losing my partner 
when we hit an "electric slid."   Not having to think, just going through the 
motions as the dance progresses and  speeds up.  A little breathless as it 
comes to an end and the DJ is calling  for a 15 minute break.
    Taking a break myself as I grab  my purse and head to the restroom.  
Using a wipe to mask the sweat of my  underarms.  And yes, difficult to resist 
a little teasing as I sit on the  throne in my little stall.
    I am wet and a bit stinky with  musk and as I lick my finger it tastes 
like horny to me.  My thong  damp as I pull it back up and settle my skirt.
    Stopping to pick up another  scotch, talking the nice bar tender into 
making it a stiff drink to the top, ice  in a separate glass and carrying it 
back to my table.  Hubie still  circulating around the room.
    Resting my chin on my hand as I  look forlornly around the room and do 
my, "yes I would, no I wouldn't, well  maybe after another drink."  A game I 
play with myself when a bit  horny.
    Lost in my thoughts as I hear a  chair pulled out by me and my young 
friend Tad plopping down a glass of beer and  pitcher in his hands.
    Laughing as I think, what a pair  of losers we must be.  Me and my 
scotch and him drowning himself in a  pitcher of beer.  "DJ is on break, so this 
is the party  spot?"
    Tad looking at me as he takes a  long draught of beer.  "You know you 
drink a lot of beer you will be peeing  all night long."  Nodding his head 
and taking another long drink and  pouring to the rim again.
    "Guess you struck out with the  young'un you had on your arm."  Trying 
not to sound bitchy; but I think  some of it seeped into my words.
 
    "Two lost souls on the highway  of life
    we don't even have a sister or a  brother.....
    Two lost ships on a stormy  sea
    One doesn't have a sail and the  other doesn't have a rudder..........."
 
    My singing not the greatest as I  remember the words from a song in 
Damn Yankees.  Tad looking  at me funny as I explain that we look like two lost 
souls.
    His laughter nice to hear.   Leaning to brush his shoulder with mine, 
my hand falling unto his thigh once  again.
    "I came back to see if you were  up for some more dancing, I don't 
think the DJ will be going much longer unless  he was paid extra."  Lifting my 
drink as I run my hand down the top of his  thigh and then bring it back up 
the inside of his leg.  Feeling the bulge  of his package under his pants.
    "Hmmm.  That has an  interesting feel to it."  Feeling him shift as my 
hand rests over the  bulged material.  "Maybe you would like to pull down 
that zipper and air  that thing out for a little bit."  Looking innocent at 
him for a moment and  then back to the dance floor.
    A shifting of his chair and  feeling him slide down his fly, and with 
another shift of his hips, the warm  meaty flesh warm underneath my finger.  
Feeling the steely core and the  soft outer core.  The cock cut and the 
flared head feeling spongy as I  squeeze my hand over the cap.
    Both of us looking fixedly at  the dance floor as my fingers circle the 
shaft and slowly pump up and  down.  The engorgement continuing as the 
organ swells underneath my  attention.  The shaft already a bit moist as my 
fingers slip from head to  the base hidden in his fly.
    His soundlessness lost now as I  can a soft moan escaping his lips and 
the firmness increases.  Veins  bulging from around the shaft as the flesh 
tightens.
    His hand reaching to mine, "I am  going to come if you keep that up."  
I can feel his body tensing and the  strain in his voice.  Stopping my 
fingers from moving, just feeling the  pulsing of the erection against my palm.
    Considering my options, as I  would love to feel his cock spurt his 
seed into my hand; but I would like to  feel it spurting in a few other place 
also.
    My voice a little husky as I now  worry that he will get off with the 
slightest touch now or no touch at  all.  "You have a room don't you?"  
Watching him nod his head as his  tongue wets his lower lip.  "Do you think you 
can keep from coming for  about 15 minutes?  Another nod of his head.  "Then 
how about you go to  your room and I will meet you there in fifteen minutes. 
 You go first and  then I will follow in a few more minutes."
    My hand giving a brief squeeze  as I put it back on the table.  "What 
is your room number and your cell  phone number?"  Memorizing the cell number 
as I see him shifting to keep  his hard on from being obvious and him 
buttoning his suit jacket.
    Toying with my drink as I watch  the dancers for a few minutes more, 
then finishing the drink and wandering out  to the lobby.  Looking outside and 
seeing i flurrying.  
    My husband still at the bar with  his friends as I wave at him as I get 
another drink.  I am feeling a bit  lightheaded; but still able to function 
well as long as I don't have to  drive.  Finding the side elevators and 
pushing the button to arrive at  Tad's floor.
    My heart pounding in my chest as  I think of what could well be 
happening in a few minutes.  My body is  flushed and nipples and labia swollen an 
tingling as I text Tad and tell him I  will be there in a minute.  The "ding 
of the elevator making me jump with  nervousness laughing at myself.
    Quickly navigating the corridor  and stopping in front of his door and 
tapping on it lightly with my  fingers.  No time to turn back now as the 
doorknob turns and opens to admit  me into his room.
    As the door closes, he leans  forward and brushes my lips with his.  
Mine opening and letting my tongue  flick against his lips.
    Both of us nervous I think as I  step into the room fully and see the 
bed with wide eyes and then taking a sip of  the drink that was forgotten in 
my hand and setting it down.
    My hands finding his chest, as  his hands tighten around my waist and 
slip to cup my ass cheeks and pull me  tight to his body.  I can feel that 
his erection is still hard as he grinds  into my crotch.
    Pushing him away for a  moment.  "Tad, I don't have a lot of time.  I 
will be missed and it is  getting late."  Making sure my dress doesn't catch 
under my knees as I  kneel down in front of him and my hands find the tab of 
his zipper.   Fingers trembling as I pull it down with a soft whisk of 
sound and his hands  have helped as he has undone his belt and button.  Tugging 
his pants and  jockeys down to feel his hard on smack against the side of my 
 cheek.
    A strong musk of masculine scent  wafts to my nostrils.  My fingers 
grasping his cock and pulling it to my  lips as I lower on my knees and lick 
from the base of his cock up the underside  till my tongue is teasing the 
swollen knob.
    His loud moan, making me shiver  with pleasure as I roll my tongue over 
the fat purple knob.  Tasting his  male scents on the tip as I press my 
tongue tip into the small pee hole  slit.
    My hand reaching between his  thighs and cupping the swollen and 
hairless ball sack.  My thumb separating  the two delicate orbs and rolling them 
gently with my fingers as I tongue over  and around his vein swollen shaft.  
    In haling scents to match the  tastes coating his cock.  Lowering 
further on my knees and letting my  tongue find the nut sack.  The cock bobbing 
against my cheeks and nose as I  open my lips wide and suck on one of his 
tasty nuts.  Rolling it with my  tongue as I suckle.  Swapping the tender parts 
to pull gently on the  swollen ball.
    Feeling his hands now in my  hair, pressing my head against his groin, 
my face indenting his thigh as I take  both in a my now chipmunk cheeks.  
Gobbling greedily for a bit more and  then releasing my captive twins as he 
grabs my french braid and pulls my mouth  of his trapped tesitcles.
    Feeling drool slipping from my  lips to wetly mark my blue skirt.  My 
breathing now a loud panting as I  open wide to feel him push his engorged 
cock into my mouth and with his hands  control my head as he uses it as a 
pussy, fucking into my warm wet and very  willing mouth.
    My cheeks pulling in and out as  I suck the big man teat.  Eyes 
watering as he plugs my throat and makes me  gasp for air through my nostrils as 
they flare to draw in precious  oxygen.
    My hands digging into the meat  of his thighs as I he face fucks me 
into a needy trembling mass of woman  flesh.  My thighs squeezing tight on the 
fat swollen lips of my  pussy.  Not able to stop the leaking of my juices 
into the soaking panel of  my thong.
    Desperately trying to pull free  of his cock as I look up eyes begging 
for his attention.  Finally gasping  and gagging as he eases up and pulls 
his fat cock head from my raw throat and  bruised lips.
    "I need you to fuck me and  quick.  I need your fucking cock in my 
nasty hole.  I want you to fuck  me hard from behind.  I want you to pound my 
cunt."
    Eyes begging as I struggle to  push myself from my knees to my shaky 
feet.  My skirt wet with my saliva as  I pull it up and drape it on my back as 
I bend over a chair in the room and  spread my legs apart.  Hands grasping 
the chair seat as I pull my throng to  the side and expose the fat red lips 
of my needy cunt.
    Feeling his body move behind  mine and his wet cock touch the inside of 
my thighs and then slide easily into  the warm welcoming darkness of my 
tunnel.  My cunt walls parting to accept  his cock head and shaft and then 
squeezing his prick in a juicy  welcome.
    Moaning loudly into the seat as  he pulls back and slams back into my 
cunt.  A grunt pushed from my mouth as  his groin flattens my ass cheeks and 
slams his prick deep into my pussy.   Our groans and grunts loud between the 
slap of wet flesh as his slimey cock  suctions in and out of my grasping 
cunt.
    I can feel his cock head  swelling and the tension in his body as his 
hands grasp my hips hard, fingers  digging into the soft flesh.  A loud grunt 
announcing the initial eruption  and the jerking of his hips spewing more 
spurts of his seed deep into my nasty  hole.
    Using my cunt to milk his cock  as with his last shot he holds my ass 
cheeks tight to his body.  My nipples  aching with pleasure as they rub on 
the bodice of my dress.  The hard  points ultra sensitive as I move my ass to 
wiggle his trapped cock for a few  seconds.  
    Then a gasp of loss as his cock  slides out of my molten cunt.  Not 
showing my disappointment as I turn  around, my legs squeezed tight and I kneel 
to take his slimey cock into my mouth  and lick and suck the last few drops 
of semen from his softening  shaft.
    Looking up at him and with eyes  large, "thanks, I needed that so bad." 
 Kissing the tip of his cock as I  give a wiggle of my ass.
    Sighing silently as I push  myself up and holding my skirt up smile at 
Tad.  "I need to use your  bathroom and then get back down to the party 
before I am missed.
    Closing the door behind me as I  swipe my fingers between my legs and 
lick the thick creamy froth of seed as I  push it out.  Then using a wash 
cloth to dab between my legs, sliding my  thong over the swollen and aroused 
labia.
    Next taking the hair dryer and  quickly using it to dry the drops of 
saliva from the skirt of my  dress.
    With a deep breath opening the  door to see Tad dressed and sitting 
looking unsure of what to do.
    "I need to have five or ten  minutes before you appear again."  Looking 
to see if he understands.   Picking up my drink and using the scotch to 
wash down some of the seed and the  smell of his cock and the other scent from 
my lips.
    Giving him a hug and rewarded  with a kiss on the cheek as I slip out 
to the corridor and the bank of  elevators.  Feeling more composed as I slip 
into the ladies room and  freshen up a little better then in Tad's room and 
then to the bar to get another  drink.
    Feeling lightheaded from the  scotch and the recent dalliance with Tad, 
and feeling the swollen lips rubbing  against each other as I walk.  The 
inner lips greasy with my secretion and  his seed.  Fat engorged nipples 
rubbing against the taut fabric of my  dress.  
    Smiling as I look for my husband  in the thinning crowd, weaving 
between the groups of people making their  partings.  The DJ still entertaining a 
small group on the dance  floor.
    My eyes finding my husband with  a couple of other men and walking over 
to them with a slight sway to my  hips.  The alcohol is taking its toll on 
my inhibitions as I hook my arm in  my hubie's.
    "You don't mind if I borrow him  for a dance or two.  Giving a wink to 
the men as I lead him to the dance  floor, not letting him protest as I set 
my drink down and take his from his  hand.  And then carefully move him to 
the floor where my fingers find the  small of his back and the upper swell of 
his buttocks.  I can feel the  fingers sliding partway down my ass cheeks 
and pulling me tight, so that our  groins are pressing against each other.  
    Diamond hard nipples pressing  into the front of his shirt as I lay my 
head on his shoulder and we sway to the  lulling sound of the music.  One 
leg between mine as we move in  place.  His leg rubbing against the swell of 
my pubes, my leg feeling the  turgid swell of his organ.
    The dancing is arousing me again  as we lean into each other.  Wanting 
to slip my hand between us and rub his  bulge and bring it to a full 
erection.  The middle panel of my thong soaked  with my grease and the remnants of 
sperm from Tad.
    Whispering into his ear that  maybe we should retire to our room, and 
feeling a bob of his cock as I nibble  his ear lobe and his neck just below 
the ear.
    "Oh fuck."  His words husky  as he pulls me tighter against his leg.  
Using my hands to push him away as  I am afraid that he might try to hump my 
leg like a dog on his  bitch.
    "Oh baby, we need to get to our  room quickly."  My warm breath and 
soft words finding agreement as we break  our clasp and walk towards the lobby. 
 Supporting him as we say quick  goodbyes, some with knowing looks.
    The elevator empty as we ride up  to our floor.  My hand finding his 
rigid organ and rub it firmly through  the material of his trousers.  The 
moans of pleasure from his lips, letting  me know that he is ready.  How ready 
and how long will be a good question  as I guide him into the corridor and to 
our room.  The card key lock  blinking green as I pull the handle and we 
move into the room.
    Closing the door behind us and  locking it and putting the chain on the 
door as he pushes me against the wall  and his hands now roam the outside 
of my dress.  Fingers pinching the hard  nipples as his lips work against my 
willing mouth.  His other hand finding  the inverted "Y" of my body and I 
moan loudly into his mouth as her rubs hard on  the needy lips of my pussy.
    Eyes closing as I reach for my  skirt and pull it up to my waist, 
exposing the my lower body.  His hand  finding the soggy crotch of my thong and 
pushing it aside as his finger slips  into my pussy and thumb finds the small 
button of my clit.
    Pinned against the wall and  moving my hands to work the buttons open 
on his shirt as my finger find the  little man nipples and pinch them.
    The feel of his aroused organ  against my bare flesh exciting me 
further as he grasps my waist and lifts me up  till the knob of his aroused prick 
is rubbing my fat lips.  A thump of my  back against the wall and find 
myself impaled by his cock as my legs wrap around  his waist and I dig my heels 
into his ass cheeks.
    The thrusting of his hips  burying his cock and then pulling it back as 
my body rattles against the  wall.  My wet walls enveloping and squeezing 
the meaty dick.
    Mewling softly as I feel  myself  becoming more aroused; but also 
fearing that we will tip over in  this awkward postion.  Awkward for two people 
who have been  drinking.
    "The bed my prince."   Moving somewhat unsteadily to the king size bed 
and falling backwards onto the  soft comforter and mattress.  His cock still 
in my body as he pounds my  body into the mattress.  Raising my legs up to 
the ceiling and spreading  them apart, as he settles into a steady rhythm 
between my thighs.  His  grunts and my moans and the wet slap of flesh the 
only sounds as he finishes  with a loud grunt and his body jerks a few more 
times and the hard cock softens  and slips from my messy cunt.
    My eyes staring at the ceiling  as I continue to run my hands up his 
back, fingernails raking the hard muscled  flesh.  With no response, lowering 
my legs and gently rolling him off of my  body to lay sprawled on the bed.  
    Standing up feeling a drip of  cum down my inner thigh as I slip out of 
my clothing, looking at my dress and  wondering if any stitches have been 
ripped or stretched.  My thong a soggy  mess as I throw it at an empty chair 
in frustration and then follow it to the  chair as I roll down my stockings 
and sit totally naked looking at my  husband.  Almost wishing I was as drunk 
as he is.
    Shaking my head as I stand up  and work his clothing off till he is 
also naked.  His penis looking like a  cute little nesting worm, coated in 
slick moisture from my cunt and his  cock.  
    Shifting him into the bed and  after straightening out our clothing and 
sitting down with a quick raid of the  mini bar.  A Johnny Walker Black and 
some peanuts my comfort food as I turn  down the light and look out the 
window at the gently falling snow unto the  parade ground across from the hotel.
    Sighing as I use my fingers to  tease my pussy lips and clit as I toss 
down peanuts and sip my drink.   Finally rubbing out a small orgasm that 
wasn't much more exciting then a  hiccup.  My frustration still nagging me as I 
slip into the bed and spoon  my snoring husband.  
    A troubled sleep of a couple of  hours or so and staring up at the 
ceiling and watch the clock changing time, one  slow minute after another.  
Finally at six, slipping from the bed and into  the bathroom.  Taking a quick 
shower externally; but not more then a  passing swipe at the fat lips between 
my legs.  
    The mini bar yielding another  scotch as I pull the curtains aside and 
look at the small flakes still falling  to the ground.  Setting down the 
drink, as I go through my clothing and  find something to wear.  
    Taking my time as I slip on a  plaid skirt and an Irish Clan Sweater.  
The wool material dragging over my  semi hard nipples in a delicious way as 
I slip my bare feet into a pair of  low shoes.  Then as an after thought, 
pulling up a pair of panties under my  skirt.  A little wiggle to settle my 
skirt and then leaving a message for  my husband propped up on the nightstand 
next to his cell phone.
    "Went to explore the hotel and  get some of my morning lifeblood 
(coffee).  Text me when you wake up and I  will meet you for breakfast.......  
Love you  always .......Patrice."
    I doubt that he will go  wandering around when he wakes, he is down for 
a few hours yet.  Naked on  his back with his sweet thingy soft and curled 
into his pubic hair.   Leaning over and taking it into my mouth and sucking 
it for a few seconds then  giving a soft kiss on the tip.  Smiling as it is 
not a hard thumper; but it  has swollen a little with my attention.   
Pulling the covers over him  and giving him a soft kiss on his lips.  Just a tease 
of tongue tip and  then walking to the door.
    Hanging the, "Do not Disturb."  sign on the door knob as I lock it as 
leave.  Room card and a few dollars  in my pocket as I check my phone as I 
walk down the quiet corridor to the  elevators.  Punching the button and 
receiving a quick ding", as I step  through the open doors and punch the floor 
number.
    Not a soul as I step out to the  main floor and then to the quick 
coffee nook and make a couple of coffees and  then carrying them to an easy chair 
where I sit down and look quickly at a  paper, as I take a few sips of the 
hot brew.  Texting.   And  sipping more as I await a response.  No answer so 
taking my coffees and  back to the elevators to find myself wandering 
another empty corridor and then  stopping in front of a room.  Knocking on the 
door.  No answer, so  texting again and then just deciding to ring the phone.
    The groggy answer that he will  be right there to let me in.  Hearing 
him rattle the door open as I step  into the room and hand him a cup of 
coffee.  Walking into the room and  taking a sip of my coffee; before setting it 
down.  He silently following  me back to the bed and taking his coffee from 
his hand and putting it down next  to mine.
    Smiling as I look at the mussed  up hair and the obvious man not 
getting the sleep he needs as my hand reaches to  his waist and tugs the belt of 
his robe.  Stepping close and kissing his  lips. The tastes of last night 
still on his lips as my tongue swipes over  the lower and upper lips.
    My hand finding the not quite  ready penis as it sways gently in front 
of him.  It may not be stiff; but  it is long and round and flexible as I 
know he has waken with a piss  hardon.
    Not giving him a chance as I  kneel down and take his sweet cock in my 
mouth.  Fingers and mouth working  together to quickly get a proper response 
and one that I need from his  organ.  I love to watch and feel a soft cock 
as it comes to life and swells  and hardens because of my attention.  
    I know that for those moments,  it is my ministrations that have caused 
it engorged and that now I have his  attention, body and mind.  I have 
never had a man turn away from me when I  have got him to this state.
    Standing up as I grab the hem of  my sweater and tug it over my head to 
expose my naked torso.  My nipples  getting another lovely caress as the 
open weave of the sweater drags on the  sensitive tips.  Moaning as I drop it 
on the floor and quickly undo my  skirt and push it down my hips.  Catching 
the waistband of my panties and  letting skirt and undergarment puddle 
around my ankles as I now stand  naked.
    Stepping closer till the head of  the trobbing prick is touching my 
bare pubes.  My cunt lips are  full and fat with my need, my musk and grease 
oozing from between the fleshy  labia.
    Slipping the robe off of his  shoulders and turning him back to the bed 
as I reach between us and my fingers  grip the veiny shaft with my long 
slender fingers.  My moans escaping  without him even touching me as I give a 
shove with my free hand and follow him  onto the bed.  A soft oommph of air 
pushed from his lungs as I wiggle his  legs apart and trap his cock between 
our bodies.
    My mouth finding his small man  nipples and I bite and tease them with 
my finger nails.  Feeling the cock  pulsing between us as I rub my body up 
his chest and then back down.   Massaging his dick with my tummy and pubes.
    Pushing up and standing at the  foot of the bed.  "Climb up there 
cowboy.  I am going to ride you like  a cowgirl on a stud bull."  Laughing evilly 
as he shimmies back to lay  fully on the bed and I crawl up between his 
spread legs to feast on his cock and  balls with my eager mouth.
    Looking up at him as I kneel  between his legs, "don't you dare cum.  I 
will tell you  when."
    My fingers finding his ball sack  as the nails rake gently over the 
tight pouch of his heavy nuts.  Finger  nails tracing up the underside of his 
cock, the vein being pressed back into the  flesh as I flick my fingernail 
against the underside of the head.  Working  him  with fingers and hands and 
mouth.
    Eyes looking up to see his head  moving side to side and his mouth 
fighting back moans and groans of  pleasure.  His cock strong and hard and thick 
and long.  The skin  tight on the shaft and each vein outllined as I lean 
to use my teeth to rake  along the underside and then suckle on the mushroom 
head.  The knob a dark  red gland, piss hole open and leaking that precious 
clear  pre-cum.
    My cunt is aching and my fat  cunt lips hot and inflamed with my grease 
oozing down inflamed flesh.  I  would love to tease him more; but I need 
that cock and I need it  now.
    Sliding up, my knees on either  side of chest ass I fold my legs back 
and trap the swollen cock between my  thighs.  Feeling it pressing my fat 
lips and twisting to the side to let it  slip against the inside of the lips 
and then leaning back arms braced on either  side of his legs, I take the cock 
deep into my greasy cunt. 
    Rocking with my legs and arms to  take it slowly in measure strokes 
deep into my cunt.  My nipples aching  with pleasure as they bounce on my chest.
    Grabbing one of his hands with  one of mine and placing it on my mound 
and directing his strong fingers to rub  on the small smooth button of my 
clit.  The leaning back to rock on his  cock as he massages the smooth center 
of my pleasure universe.
    Worrying my lower lip to keep  from screaming as my legs tremble and 
tense.  My walls grasping the cock  tight with my skanky walls.  Clenching and 
releasing as I work his cock and  my body.
    My walls now taking over,  involuntary contractions gripping his prick 
and holding and then releasing it as  my legs spasm and I cum hard on his 
cock.  My body rocking helplessly as I  have lost all control of my muscles.
    His hips snapping up to meet my  thrusts the slap of wet flesh loud.  
My upper lips slack as drool slips  from my mouth, nostrils pinching tight 
and my eyes glaze over for a few seconds  as I ride a long hard orgasm.  My 
cunt shuddering with one long hard  release and then another as I mark him 
with my nasty grease.  The scent of  my musk strong in the room and wafting 
freely. 
    Sweat coating my skin as I  finally am able to force his finger from my 
clitoris.  The pleasure too  intense as I bit my lip and taste the iron of 
blood in my mouth.  
    Slipping forward onto his chest,  my breasts mashed flat, nipples hard 
diamonds digging his  chest. 
    Cock still impaled in my cunt as  another orgasm gives it some hard 
squeezes.  Moaning into his shoulder as I  feel him now swelling inside of me 
and his cum injecting my insides with thick  white clots of semen.  My womb 
awash with his swimming seed.  
    Panting and huffing as my body  finally slows down and I lay quietly 
stuck to this man with my sweat and his  sticky cum.  Feeling his hands 
kneading into the ass of my cheeks as I  nestle into his shoulder.  Clenching hard 
to keep his slowly softening cock  slips from my messy hole.
    Sighing as the cock slips  totally out of my slick hole.  Kissing my 
partner on the mouth.   Smiling at him as I slowly unglue myself from his body 
and turn so that I can  take his cock in my mouth and noisily slurp on the 
still semi hard tip.   Tasting his cream and my cunt as I lick down and 
around his shaft and then  licking my cunt juice from his thighs and balls. 
    One hand cupping my pussy lips  as I anoint his cock with my spittle.  
Then sitting cross legged in front  of him and pushing the creamy white goo 
into my hand and licking it slowly and  with a great show.  Strings of goop 
like a slimey cobweb as I slurp it into  my mouth like a long strand of 
spaghetti.  
    Laughing as I see his eyes  watching fixed on my hand and mouth.  "Do 
you want to try some?"  You  already kissed my mouth that had this stuff on 
it.
    "You enjoy."  Shaking my  head in agreement as I gently touch the sore 
and bruised labia.  My clit  still sensitive to contact and I sit wondering 
if I should have another go right  now.
    My cell phone letting me know I  have a text message as I reach back to 
my skirt and pull it out and  read.
    Sighing loudly again...."I have  to go; but so would like to make that 
hard and then soft again.  Leaning  once more to kiss his cock on the tip.  
Then kissing his lips, feeling a  little resistance as I press my lips to 
his and my tongue into his mouth.   Letting him taste the small snowball that 
I kept for him.
    "You know Tad, this was lovely  and I hope that we can do this 
again........soon.  Oh, I know you fucked  some girl last night before you did me.  
I could taste his pussy on your  cock."
    Smiling sweetly, "like you I  fucked someone last night other then you. 
 I was wondering if you could  taste not only me but my husband's cum on my 
lips just now when I kissed  you."  Not a question, just a rhetorical 
statement as I dress and make as  if to kiss him goodbye.
    Giggling, "don't call me if you  want to get together again.  I will 
text you in a few days and you can let  me know if we do this again.  I would 
like it; but you are the one with  more freedom then me."
    Putting a little wiggle in my  stride as I pick up my coffee and twirl 
my panties in the other hand as I open  the door and step into the hallway.
    Waiting till I am in the  elevator to text my husband that I can bring 
him up a coffee or meet him in the  restaurant for brunch.  Setting my 
coffee down and slipping my panties back  under my skirt.  Wondering if someone 
is watching me in the security room  as I smile up at the camera 
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