You give her a solution

Mrs. Morgan's knees nearly buckle. "Ethan, please—"

I cut her off with a low laugh. "I can't keep something this big to myself. Sarah deserves to know her mom is getting railed by strangers in hotel rooms."

"No!" she gasps, grabbing my arm. Her fingers dig in hard. "I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just name it."

I look her up and down, the modest dress doing nothing to hide how her chest heaves with every panicked breath. "Anything?"

"Yes," she whispers, voice cracking. "Please."

I step closer until my mouth is right by her ear. "Then get on your knees and suck my cock. Right here. Right now."

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn't pull away. Her hands are already trembling as they reach for my belt. "Ethan..."

"Do it," I say, voice flat. "Or I tell Sarah everything."

She drops to her knees on the carpet, fingers fumbling with my zipper. My cock springs free, already half-hard from the power trip. Mrs. Morgan stares at it for a second, then wraps her soft hand around the base and leans in.

Her lips part and she takes the head into her warm mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. She sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, trying to take more. Spit runs down my shaft as she works me deeper, gagging once before pulling back and trying again. Her wedding ring glints on her finger while she strokes the part she can't fit.

I grab a fistful of her hair and push her further down. "That's it. Show me how bad you want to keep this secret."

She moans around my cock, the vibration making my balls tighten. Her other hand cups them, rolling gently while she bobs her head faster. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. She pulls off just long enough to gasp, "Don't tell her," then dives back down, taking me to the back of her throat.

I thrust once, twice, feeling her gag and swallow around me. "Keep going and maybe I'll think about it."