I really shouldn’t…my wife…

“Look, Jessica,” you begin, feeling your face go flush, “I’m married and you have a boyfriend. I'm not sure that this is something that either of us should be doing.” You smile at her, hoping to convey it is nothing against her.

“I'm fed up of bending over backward for that ungrateful bastard, letting him drag me around the country and getting next to nothing in return.”

“I understand that Jessica, but I'm happily married.”

“This doesn't have to affect anything in your marriage Mark,” she whispers, edging closer to you. As she does, she leans forwards so her robe falls away from her chest, giving you a quite deliberate view down her top. “What would you like to do with these?”

“I can't answer that Jessica,” you reply. “Please, I have a wife. I have no intention of cheating on her.”

“Would you like to touch them?” She whispers, ignoring your pleas. “I'd like you to. I'd like you to feel them. I'd like to feel your hot breath on my nipples.” She edges even closer, leaning further forward, giving you an even fuller view of those magnificent breasts, swaying gently in the open robe. She’s still young enough that they still stay up completely on their own.

You jump from your chair as if you'd been electrocuted. “Jessica!”

She glanced at your crotch, biting her bottom lip seductively. “It seems that he doesn't want me to leave.” You blush deeply, noticing the obvious erection now protruding from the front of your robe.

“But…” you reply, with a quiver in your voice

“Tell me that you find me sexually arousing. I haven't felt sexy for so long.” She runs a finger down between her breasts. Your cock throbs painfully.

“Please Jessica, you have to know how hot you are.” you pleaded

“I'm so fucking wet Mark. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on. Do you want to feel me?'

You fight the almost overwhelming urge to nod dumbly. Your tongue is dry and stuck to the roof of your mouth. Your twitching cock is the only response that she needs. She sits back down in her chair, pulls the top of her robe open, and slides her hand across her flat stomach and under the belt that is barely keeping the bottom half of the robe closed. You stand, dumbfounded in the middle of the room, as she begins touching herself.

“I can see that I turn you on.” Jessica gasped softly. ”I can't remember the last time I had this effect on someone.”

“Jessica...” is all that you can get out of your mouth. You want to say more, tell her to leave, but your mouth won’t let the words come out.

“I want you to touch me,” she whispers, “to taste me.”

You watch her wrist move as she circles her clit. The tension in the air was palpable, you desperately want to grab your cock out and show her just how much you are turned on, but your desire to stay faithful to your wife prevents it.

“No matter how much I want to Jessica…my wife.”

“So you admit that you do want to then?” She asks, gasping softly at your veiled admission. As she speaks, she loosens the belt on her robe, letting it fall off her, giving you a full view.

“Don't do this to me,” you say under your breath. You're not sure if you are talking to Jessica or your cock that is twitching with excitement through your robe.

Jessica to bites down seductively on her lip as she continued to writhe in the chair. She whispers. “You make me feel so naughty.”

You let out a little gasp as she wiggles her hips, she smirks. “You're enjoying this, aren't you? You like how naughty I'm being.”

You continue to stand, rooted to the spot, not joining her in masturbating, but unable (and unwilling) to take your eyes off her. She plants her feet on the chair you were in, her legs parted. You can now clearly see her fingers as they slide in and out of the folds of her pussy. Your heart skips a beat when she stands up, lets the robe completely drop off her tight toned body, and begins to slowly advance towards you. You find yourself backing away from her. After a few steps you hit the wall behind you. You stumble against it as she continues to narrow the gap between you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“Cat got your tongue?” She asks, sidling up to you and pressing her chest up against yours, allowing you to feel her full, fleshy globes pressing hard into your body.

“Lauren might be back any time,” you whisper as you feel her crotch pressing up against your thigh. You can feel the movement of her hand in between her legs as she continues to pleasure herself.

“Nuh-uh,” she whispers, leaning in close, forcing you to turn your head away rather than meet her lips with your own. She responds by nuzzling her lips into your ear - the heat of her breath sends tingles racing up and down your spine. “I told you Mark, these conferences run all day long.”

She reaches her free hand up and begins to stroke your hair as she continued her torment. Your dick is throbbing so hard at this point that the slightest contact was likely to make you explode. “I love how shy you've gone, it's cute. But that not the guy I saw in the fitness center earlier. The one who sneaks downstairs ahead of me, just to display his hard-on I gave him.”

She takes a couple of steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs again, giving you a full view, and her hand makes its way back down below her waist. She gasps, speeding up the pace at which she fingered herself. Her breath comes now in ragged gasps. She with her free hand she lifts one of her breasts towards her mouth. “I want you to bury your head between my legs and feel your tongue. I want... ohhh,” she gasped licking and nibbling on her nipple, “I want you to make me cum. Ohhh, fuck!” She pinches her nipple and pulls it hard as she fingered herself to orgasm. As she cums, a feet away from you, you swear you can almost feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs, her juices dripping as she fingers herself to a powerful orgasm, licking, kissing, and nibbling on her nipple, gasping, moaning, and cursing.

“Fuck,” you whisper repeatedly, trying your hardest to not blow your load as she writhes on the bed in front of you. It takes every fiber in your body to prevent you from joining her on the bed and giving her the fucking that she so richly deserves for this torture. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, it seemed that the ordeal was over. “Holy shit did I need that!” gasped Jessica as she falls back laying on the bed, legs still wide open.

You can only stand there dumbfounded, your cock still twitching, begging to be plunged deep into that wet dripping pussy on display in front of you. After what seems like an eternity in your head, Jessica finally closes her legs, gets up from the bed. Her knees are still shaking as she puts on the robe and picks her clothes up off the floor.

“Before I go, you sure you don't want me to take care of him?” Jessica asks with a wink and a nod towards your groin.

You are unable to respond. As she gathers the last of her things.

“Thanks for a wonderful morning, I guess I'll go back to my big boring empty room, to sit alone all day. While you do the same, right across the hall. Both all by ourselves.” She says with a fake little pout of her bottom lip.

You are still unable to respond. All your willpower is going into keeping you from just grabbing your dick and giving her a show too.

“See you soon, Mark.” She smirks as she walks past you, on her way out, but allowing just the tips of her fingers to brush against the tip of your aching, throbbing member.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp as the contact tips you over the edge. You can’t stop yourself. Without any further warning, you blow your load, right there in the middle of the hotel room. You grunt, red-faced as you are rocked by a powerful orgasm. You close your eyes shut, trying to force yourself to stop as you blast jets of warm, sticky semen all over yourself, your robe, and the floor.

By the time you have control of yourself again, you find yourself standing alone in the middle of the room. Jessica had let herself out. You stumbled across to the bed and plonked yourself in it, as you hear her door across the hall close.

Somehow you manage to compose yourself, and clean your cum off the floor, just in enough time for Lauren to not notice anything amiss when she returns later. You toyed with the idea of trying to come clean to her, but you imagined the conversation would go something along the lines of:

You: “So, I meet the woman. Had dinner with her, exposed myself to her at the gym, watched each other shower, then ate breakfast together in just robes, then she made me cum all over myself”

Lauren: “Well I guess we’re getting divorced”