The Next Morning`

The rest of the night is a total blur. Steve must have cum inside you at least three more times before his balls finally ran dry. You were practically a puddle on the bed by the time he left. Before passing out, you heard him whisper into your ear, "Goodnight, my sexy baby mama." When morning finally comes, you're not quite sure how much of what you remember really happened and how much was just a dream. When you try to move though, your whole body aches with a satisfying soreness. Your pussy feels particularly tender, and the sheets smell of sweat and cum. You can't help but breathe in the deeply arousing aroma of last night's hot sex. A smile comes across your face as you slowly realize the events of last night were no dream.

Peeling away the sheets, you shiver as the cold air of your hotel room washes over your naked body. Goosebumps begin to form across your skin, and you fight the urge to curl up back underneath the bedding as you reluctantly swing your legs down off the side of the bed and stand. Groggily, you stumble to the bathroom and switch on the light, involuntarily squinting at the sudden and unwelcomed brightness. In the mirror, you're a total mess. From your tangled and tousled hair to the smeared remnants of lipstick across your mouth to the flakes of dried cum all over your pussy, you desperately need a shower. You start the water running in the shower and then turn back to the mirror to brush your teeth, but are suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. Quickly, you lean over the toilet and brace yourself as you vomit. The nausea passes, and you stand back up to rinse out your mouth before brushing your teeth, trying not to jump to any conclusions about your brief moment sickness. Once the bathroom begins to fill with steam, you step under the shower head and let out a sigh of relief as the warm water cascades down your body. Immediately, you feel the aches from last nights romp melt away. The stale sweat and cum sloughs off your skin and swirls down the drain as you scrub yourself from head to toe.

As you begin to wake more fully under the steady patter of the steaming water, your thoughts begin to drift toward your husband at home, wondering what he does to keep himself entertained whenever you're away on these business trips. He probably just watches a lot of porn and jacks off while I'm gone, you think to yourself a little guiltily. You know it's not fair to him for you to be using these trips to cheat on him while he's all alone for days at a time. You've thought about coming clean about these business trip affairs to him, but you just can't seem to bring yourself to confess. What am I so worried about? He probably wouldn't be that upset. He'll probably even think it's hot! You and Dave both have a very casual attitude about sex. You've even combined your porn collections, and you know he especially likes porn about hotwives and cheating spouses. Still, there's something thrilling about keeping these escapades a secret from him. The fear of getting caught and the brief pangs of guilt about hiding it from him only add to the excitement and addictiveness of these affairs. Maybe I should just encourage him to find someone to fuck while I'm away, you consider. He might be doing that already, as far as you know. You wouldn't really mind it if he did. Turnabout is fair play, after all. Maybe you should ask Diane to go over and see how he's doing. You've noticed the way Dave looks at your sister, and she has told you before in explicit detail over a bottle of wine everything she wished your husband would do to her body if she had married him instead of Steve. Now that she's single again, she could probably use a good stout fucking from Dave too, as long as he doesn't get her pregnant. A new pang of guilt hits you. What if Steve really did get you pregnant last night? That wouldn't really be fair to Dave to deny him the same opportunity with Diane. The more you think about it, the more you start to actually warm up to the idea of being baby bump twins with your sister and having your husband do the deed.

As your mind wanders, so do your hands. Absently, your fingers brush up your inner thigh and gently press along the outer side of your vulva. Slowly, mechanically, your fingers drift along the wet folds of skin, working their way gradually inward without deliberate thought or direction. Putting pressure on the hood of your clit, your eyes close and your lips part as a gasp of pleasure escapes them. Aroused by thought of Dave having his own affairs while you're away, your fingers continue to work delicately around your clit, still sore from last night and too sensitive for direct stimulation. Using your other hand to steady yourself against the shower wall, you continue to masturbate. As your fingers rub and press along the folds of skin surrounding your clit, your head swims with fantasies about who your husband might fuck. Maybe he would fuck Diane and knock her up. Maybe he would fuck your boss Jackie. That would certainly give you a good opportunity to fuck her husband Greg. Maybe he would fuck that neighbor who just moved in next door, or perhaps a complete stranger. Maybe he would...

"...fffffFFFFUUUUCCCKKK!!!!!"

Caught off-guard from the suddenness and intensity of your climax, you hold onto the walls with both hands and brace yourself as your body convulses. Your head spins with fantasies of Dave having his own affairs while you're out having yours. As the orgasm subsides, you steady yourself and turn off the water. Stepping out of the shower on unsteady legs, being careful not to slip, you draw in a deep breath and collect your thoughts before continuing with your morning routine. A crooked smile crosses your lips as your cheating husband and impregnation fantasies linger.

However, fantasies eventually give way to reality, and it's time to get ready for your conference. Once you're dressed in your pencil skirt, low neckline blouse, jacket and matching heels, you look yourself over in the mirror one last time before leaving your hotel room. It's Friday, the first day of your weekend conference, and you're feeling primed and ready to meet the day. As you walk out the door, you scroll through the contacts on your phone, eager to see who might hook up with next.