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My father used to have a saying, 'Life can really fuck you up sometimes.' He'd say that so

my brother and sisters and I would prepare for anything. Well, sometimes the best

preparations aren't enough, like my story will show you.

My wife and I married 4 years ago. We've always enjoyed an active sex life. Both of us are

business professionals, both in management at our respective companies, and our work

requires business travel for a week or more at a time. Because of this we have decided to

wait before having children, as we are both very proud of our careers and wish to position

ourselves so that we are financially stable and have the flexibility and time to properly

raise children. My wife happily takes birth control pills because they help to lessen the

grief during her 'time of the month', and I appreciate that I only need to carry condoms

when I'm away from my wife.

I have a fondness for women in business dress, especially skirts and hosiery. Fortunately

my wife dresses to impress daily, so many of our lovemaking sessions begin with me

undressing her from her attractive outfits and stockings. My wife knows that, if she ever

wants to get her way, she needs only to slip into a pair of pantyhose or thigh high

stockings and give me her 'cum-hither' look, and she can have whatever she wants from me.

True story, we had car-shopped and decided to buy her a Toyota SUV, but she was a little

hesitant. The night before we were to sign the papers she came to bed in my unbuttoned

Yankees baseball jersey and a pair of black thigh highs with black 4' heels. The next day

she got the black Lexus that she really wanted.

My wife and I both find that our sex drives ramp up considerably during our business trips,

and our agreement is that we are free to explore any sexual opportunities that may present

themselves while we are apart. Infidelity has never been a negative issue between us, as we

both agree that we can maintain a healthy sex life, so long as we practice safe sex while

we're with other people. Since our wedding date I've had 6 lovers, and my wife has had 4.

Our arrangement had been comfortable and satisfying- at least until my April 2007 client

visit.

I spent that week visiting a large number of clients in the Midwest. I set this trip up as

a series of quick visits, so that I would get some face-time with our clients before a

quarterly presentation that I was making for the board. I honestly didn't think I'd have a

chance at a sexual encounter due to my full schedule and frequent travel, but my wife

encouraged me to look at it as a challenge and to make it a priority to get laid on the

road. As is our tradition, my wife and I stopped making love a few days before the trip, so

that I could build up a good load of semen and make my first adulterous orgasm as satisfying

as possible. My wife added quite a bit of teasing to get me in the 'right frame of mind'

before I caught my flight out of town. The trip started off on the wrong foot, as the

airline lost my suitcase. Fortunately I had my garment bag with 3 suits and ties, I was

wearing basic black shoes and I was able to make a quick stop at a mall near my first hotel

to replace my underwear and toiletries without a problem.

Most of my client visits took place in professional office buildings. The change of season

had many of the ladies appearing for work in shorter skirts and heels, and out of those long

skirts and boots that dominate winter fashion in the business place. This trip certainly

didn't disappoint me, as I caught repeated glimpses of professionally dressed ladies in the

elevators and halls. All these sightings were making me ache in the most wonderful way.

I almost ruined a business lunch because I couldn't focus my attention on the balding client

rep when a gorgeous 20-something blonde sat at the next table, wearing sandals with sexy

ankle straps over nude hose and a sinfully short skirt-suit. Visions of me pounding into

her wet hole kept distracting me from baldy's product questions. I was hoping that the bald

chump's secretary would be available for a late-afternoon rendezvous, and she seemed

willing, but couldn't join me before my flight. Seeing a couple of flight attendants in

skirts and navy tights added to my sexual frustration.

The more I craved sexual release, the more numerous the titillating encounters I

experienced. I left the hotel on a chilly Wednesday morning and passed a 30ish blonde in a

black sweater, above-the-knee skirt, black tights and boots. A quick lunch stop gave me a

nice look at a seated 25ish brunette in nude hose and peep-toe heels. Sadly there were no

seats nearby for me to sit and lust after her, nor was there time for me to get a number and

set up an evening visit. Every woman in every office seemed to have a great pair of legs

and a smile for me.

I had scheduled a Friday morning meeting at a location over 3 hours from the nearest

airport, and it was just before 11:00 p.m. that I drove my rental car into the parking lot

of my hotel. Thoughts of sexy legs in hose dominated my thoughts for the drive to the

hotel. The visit the next morning would take place in an all-male office, where I thought

I'd be trading stories of sexual depravity with the guys. I was ready to either seduce the

front desk clerk (provided the clerk was an even moderately attractive woman), or to admit

to defeat and spank the monkey while watching some sexy Home Shopping network model. I

checked into the hotel, deciding that the chubby, 50ish front desk clerk wasn't going to

beat my own hand that night. I dropped my bags and jacket in my room and went to fill my

ice bucket. As with every hotel I'd visited this trip, the ice machine on my floor wasn't

working, so I walked down to the first floor to get ice from the breakfast area.

As I walked past the lobby, I was surprised to see 2 women and a man in business attire

checking in at this late hour. Among them was a gorgeous Asian woman with long black hair,

wearing a navy skirt suit with nude hose and navy heels. Needless to say, my prick

stiffened with a dire need for attention. I lingered within sight of the lobby as first the

man, then the other woman checked in and bid goodnight to their coworkers. Finally the

asian beauty received her key and rolled her suitcase to the elevator. I joined her in

waiting, giving her a smile as she eyed me in my suit and loose tie. We stood quietly in

the elevator as she punched the button for her floor.

As we arrived at her floor I held the door for her, she smiled a thanks and walked ahead of

me. I followed her at a respectful distance as she found her room and used her key card to

open the door. She turned to get her bag, and our eyes met. I gazed at her face for a

moment, then deliberately, slowly lowered my eyes to take in her graceful neck, her cleavage

peeking through her white blouse, and here wonderful legs. She stood stock still as I

leisurely brought my eyes back up to hers. Her lips were parted slightly as she looked

expectantly at me. I gave her a small smile and said, 'It's been a long week, I'm a long

way from home, and I need you tonight.'

Finding a woman for the evening has always been easy for me. Give me a few minutes of small

talk, and I can usually get a phone number and a promise of a night of memorable pleasure.

But this was way, way out of my comfort zone. Holding my breath, I waited for her reply.

The beauty backed into her room, maintaining eye contact with me. I waited for the door to

slam shut. And waited. And then it was clear to me that she was holding the door for me.

I stepped forward and entered the room. Had I know what was to come, I would have gone back

to my room and shot my load into a washrag while staring at the image of a cute, leggy model

selling junk jewelry on TV.

I wasted no time. No sooner had the door clicked shut than I had backed her to the wall

with my hands on her shoulders. I pressed my lips to hers. She opened her mouth and took

my tongue, flicking her own tongue to mine. We began that seductive heavy nasal-breathing

and moaning as I kept up the passion of the kiss. Her arms locked around my neck and she

stroked her right leg along my left leg. I slipped my hands over her shoulders, down her

back and rested them on her hips. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled my head into

our kiss. My erection raged, and I gave my hips a thrust to let her feel me. She moaned

into my mouth, hooked her right leg around my thigh and thrust herself to me.

Breaking our kiss, I picked her up and took her to the bed. I threw her down on the bed and

stopped for a moment to look at her. She lay on her right side, pushed up on her elbow,

legs together and bent at the knee. Her skirt had ridden up and was barely covering her

mound. Her eyes were glassy and she was panting.

I lost control at that moment. I tore off my shirt and began to work at my belt. I was

actually shaking, I ached so bad for her. Realizing that I couldn't handle unfastening my

belt and pants, I grabbed then and yanked them down my thighs. I climbed on the bed,

kicking at my pants until they turned inside out enough for me to move comfortably. I

grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, positioning my self between her thighs with my stiff

cock pointed at her. She'd begun to unbutton her blouse, but gasped as she realized that I

wasn't going to waste time undressing her. My cock oozed pre-cum on her thigh as I pulled

her hips to me. I looked her in the eyes as I grabbed a handful of the crotch of her

pantyhose and panties, then watched her squeeze her eyes shut and throw her head back with a

scream of pleasure as I gave a strong tug and tore into her undergarments.

I pride myself on being an attentive lover, but that night I barely glanced at her pink

pussy lips before spearing my cock into her. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust wildly

into her as I knelt at her thighs. Her hole was snug and oh, so very warm to my invading

cock. She made a series of 'Ahh' sounds and bucked back against me as much as she could.

She managed to dig her high heels into the bed and was able to press back toward my rutting

hips.

The smell of our lust had just started to fill my nostrils as my balls began to contract

with my imminent orgasm. It was then that I had a moment of clarity, and realized that I

was riding bareback on this gorgeous woman. That sobering thought slowed my frantic

thrusts. I was already risking an STD, and possible pregnancy. I found that I barely had

the presence of mind to speak at this point. So I croaked out, 'Buh.. buh.. birth...

control?'

She made no reply at first, and I slowed my thrusts even further. She rutted back at me

harder, then opened her eyes. She seemed to gain a little focus. Her eyes met mine, and

she sadly shook her head no.

I was moments from blowing a load that had been building for almost 10 days. My balls ached

and my cock was quivering with the need for release, yet I slowed to a stop, my cock buried

in her magnificent pussy. My last conscious thought was that life can really fuck you up

sometimes. As I began to pull back, she attempted to help by lifting her heels from the

bed.

And, in doing so, closed her legs a bit. Enough that her legs stroked along my thighs.

From knee to heels.

I felt the nylon sliding sensually along my exposed thighs. The leather of her heels was

cool on my ass.

My cock lurched.

I lunged forward, bringing a gasp from her.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs into the air. I pulled back and slammed into her.

She groaned with the force of the impact. I did it again. And again. Her shouts were

music to my ears.

I put her ankles on my shoulders and stroked her legs as I recklessly pounded into her. I

felt my orgasm begin, and I didn't care. My stroking of her legs strengthened with the

stroking of my cock into her. I began tearing the legs of her pantyhose with my stroking,

but I couldn't help myself. The feeling of the nylon under my hands, ticking my balls with

each thrust, was driving me wild.

I felt my base instincts take control of me. Words began to drift through my head.

Vagina... semen... cervix... seed... womb. This had never happened to me before. I felt

some fear, but an overwhelming desire to possess her most intimate place, to place my

essence in her uterus, where it truly belonged.

So I did. I've read stories in which the man shoots some amazing quantity, gallons of

semen. I'm more of a shot glass filler myself. But I certainly shot this beauty so deep

that there was no question that I'd accomplished that ancient goal of seeding my woman.

I shortened my strokes, grabbed her hips and began my own 'Ahhh!'lelujia Chorus. Making one

final thrust into her vagina, I fired shot after shot of my cream into her. She screamed

and thrashed, kicked her legs at my chest and shoulders. Her struggles to get away from my

spurting cock only fueled my lust. I felt the ass of her pantyhose and panties rending in

my grip, but I held her tight. She finally slumped limply as I ended my cum. I slumped

down on her, keeping her bent double while we both gasped for breath. My cock softened

slowly, and I only rolled off of her when I finally slipped from her soaked hole. I fell to

the bed next to her, totally spent.

Neither of us moved for several minutes. After resting and catching my breath, I lifted my

head and looked at us. My t-shirt was stained at the hem with our juices, and my slacks

were inside out and wrapped around my shoes, which were still tied to my feet. Her skirt

was rucked around her waist, blouse unbuttoned and still tucked into the skirt. I could see

a lacy bra peeking out from the blouse. Her left heel had come off. Her legs were still

splayed, and I could see my cum leaking from her slit into an impressive puddle on the bed.

She had both hands on her belly below her navel, mingled into the tattered pantyhose and

panties there. She had a concerned look on her face, which made my guilt rise up into my

throat. She turned her head to me and gave a slight sigh as she smiled at me. I instantly

felt better.

We both drifted to sleep. Sometime during the night I heard her get up and use the

bathroom, then lay down beside me and go back to sleep. I think she stroked my cock, but

I'm not sure.

I woke at sunrise and found her asleep beside me. I got out of bed without waking her, then

shuffled to the bathroom. I fixed my clothes and washed up. I decided not to wake her,

and left the room.

A couple of hours and a shower later I was finishing up a quick breakfast before going up to

her room. As I walked out of the breakfast area I saw her outside with her coworkers as

they loaded their bags into their car. She was wearing the same skirt suit and heels on her

bare legs. I walked outside and stood at the door. A moment later I caught her eye. She

smiled at me and blew a kiss as she turned to get into the car. I stood and watched them

drive away.

I told my wife that this anonymous night was the most intense affair I'd ever had. She was

mad at me for not using protection, and I saw my doctor to make sure that I hadn't

contracted anything ugly. My wife quickly forgave me when the doctor confirmed that I was

in excellent health, and told me that the thought of being unprotected was intense to her.

We both agreed that we needed to be safe, and she gave me permission to carry a condom in my

wallet at all times. Our sex life resumed and we were very happy.

Then last month I got a call that floored me. My April lover had kept one of my business

cards that she'd found on the floor when she'd gotten up to use the bathroom, and she was

calling to tell me that she'd deliver my daughter in 4 months. She demanded money to

support her, as she was going to quit her job to raise the baby.

I did the right thing and told my wife immediately. She hit the roof. She went with me

when I met my lover to discuss finances. She had nothing to say during the meeting, even

when I offered to pay my lover a large lump sum to handle the baby herself. My wife has

been distant with me since that day.

Today my lover called me at the office to reject my settlement offer and to tell me that she

was expecting $5000 a month or she would file in court. An hour after I hung up the phone a process server arrived to hand me my wife's divorce filing.

So now I'll lose half my worth to my wife, and who knows how much to this scheming bitch.

Yeah, life can really fuck you up sometimes.