A True Story - Swinging
Hotel fun with a yummy Mum
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When you travel a lot with work, sometimes it is nice to get into the hotel early in the day and get a little time for yourself. Yesterday was one of those days, and by sheer luck it also happened to be one of those rare decent winter days in Victoria, so I planned to head out and enjoy it.
I unloaded my gear into the room and headed back down to reception. I had some mail to post, so decided a run to a postbox on such a nice afternoon would be a good way to enjoy the sun. As I made my way back through to reception, I noticed a young mother with her two kids, trying to get them out of the car and through to check in.
As her head was buried in the backseat of the car unbuckling kids, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful rounded ass that stared back at me through some tight jeans… to the point where I almost got busted as she stood back up. As she stood up, I noticed how sexy she really was… name your adjective here, yummy mummy, MILF… she was it!
My now obvious perving was broken by her son screaming and running into the car park. Before he could get too far, I jumped in front of him, stopping him long enough for his gorgeous mother to catch up.
She thanked me and made a comment on how quick they are, and we started a little small talk as we made our way to the reception, me grinning like a cat to have been able to strike up a conversation.
I got directions to a postbox, and headed off on my run, leaving Sally to check in and get her kids organized. As I ran I was desperately trying to figure out how the hell I could strike up another conversation.
An hour passed, and as I staggered back to the hotel, trying to figure out if the postbox was further than the receptionist had said, or I wasn’t as fit as I thought (probably a combination), I noticed Sally and her kids playing in the park on the foreshore opposite the hotel. She waved as she saw me across the street, so I wiped off the worst of the sweat and ran over.
She said she was trying to run off the kids excess energy or she would never get them to sleep for the night, so I joined in a game, now really cursing how far that damn postbox was. The kids finally started to wear out, and we headed back across to the hotel.
Not wanting to miss another opportunity, I asked Sally if she would like a drink before dinner. She hesitated for a moment, but then declined, saying she needed to get the kids bathed, fed and calmed down for bed, but thanked me, and said if the kids were ok, she might invite me over for a quick drink.
Needless to say, I promptly offered my room number, and offered assistance with the kids if she wanted it, and went back to my room with a degree of optimism. This optimism was enhanced when I realized they were staying 2 rooms down from me, as at least there was a chance I would run into her again.
I showered and finished off some work on the computer, not realizing that time was well and truly escaping, and I was about to miss dinner. I threw on a shirt, and headed out the door, only to see room service delivering to Sally’s room. I wandered up to say hi again, and I noticed she seemed very happy to see me again. The waiter advised I had missed dinner, but Sally was quick to point out she had ordered more than she could eat, and suggested I could share dinner with her. Not wanting to pass up such an enticing offer, I offered to run down to the restaurant and contribute a decent bottle of wine.
I arrived back at Sally’s door, only for her to suggest she had set up a monitor, and could we eat in my room, as we would be less likely to disturb the kids. Of course I agreed, and after a quick check of the monitors range, we were enjoying the wine and food.
The conversation and the laughter flowed easily, and very soon it seemed like I had known Sally a long time. We raided the minibar of its remaining offerings, not wanting to break up our new found friendship.
Somehow the conversation turned to ex’s and sex lives and lack thereof, and the sexual tension caused a brief lull in the conversation. I could see Sally had her eyes on the floor, but was also breathing a little heavier, and I could see her nipples hardening under her top. I reached out and took her hand, raising it to my lips to kiss it, while moving towards her. I lifted her chin, leaning forward to kiss her.
As we kissed our mouths and tongues seemed to meld into each other, as our hands started to grab at each others bodies. We knew we wanted one other, and whatever happened, now was going to be frantic sex, purely to quell the lust we had.
Sally tore my shirt open and started to kiss my chest, as I lifted my hands under her top, lifting it over her head to reveal a black lace bra, cover her now heaving breasts. I picked her up and threw her backwards on to the bed, reaching forward to undo her jeans and peel them and her underwear from her body, to reveal her fit body and increasingly wet pussy.
I dove into her pussy, first doing one big wide lick from her ass all the way up and over her clit and lips, followed by another and another, before starting to burrow in on her swollen pussy lips and clit. Sally’s hands grabbed the back of my head and forced my tongue deeper inside her, as she moaned and begged me not to stop.
I lifted a finger and inserted it into her pussy, which by now was incredibly wet, and it slid in easily, only to elicit more moans of approval from Sally. I quickly added another finger, and combined with my tongue, tipped Sally over the edge for her first orgasm of the evening. I continued enjoying licking and sucking her pussy to bring her off 2 more times, before she screamed at me to stop.
I looked up at her concerned, only to realise she needed to be fucked and told me so. She turned over onto her hands and knees, looking back sexily over her shoulder to command: “Don’t be gentle, fuck me hard, fuck me real hard.”
I didn’t need to be told twice and ripped my jeans off and jumped on the bed behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit just to tease her a little, and she screamed again to be fucked. Before she finished her cry, I grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as I could, causing her to cum hard once again.
Soon we had a steady rhythm going, with me slapping her ass hard, and my balls swinging through and slapping on her pussy and clit. Sally had surprised the hell out of me. What I had first thought to be a mild mannered mother was screaming for hard and dirty sex. She came again, and I knew I didn’t have long left in me, but then her next demand came.
“My ass, please fuck me hard like that in my ass?” Sally begged.
WOW, this sexy mother was hot, and who was I to say no? She was incredibly wet, but I still wanted to be gentle, and started to rub moisture and push my finger into her open ass. “No!” she cried, “Just ram it in, don’t be gentle!”
The surprises kept coming, but I withdrew from her pussy, and pushed the head of my cock against her ass. I heard Sally start to say “please” again and just rammed in as hard as I could. She let out a low guttural moan and came again, as my head was spinning by her insatiable sexual appetite.
I quickly worked into a rhythm and she knew I was about to cum and begged me to cum in her. I gave a few last hard thrust and then buried myself in her, releasing a load that seemed to last forever. I collapsed on top of her, and rolled into a spoon position, still with my now softening cock in her ass.
We were both covered in sweat, and were panting to catch our breath (that damn postbox). Sally was the first to speak, and her words surprised me.
“I’m sorry” she whispered. Somewhat confused I asked why, commenting that it was hands down the best sex I had enjoyed in some time. Surprised, she turned over to look at me. “You mean you like sex like that?” she replied. My confidence waned for a second, but I replied that not only did I like hard and rough sex, I loved it. She was amazed. She then went on to tell me that the reason she had broken up with her husband was in a large part to their sexual incompatibility, as he was disgusted by her urges, and felt she was a slut.
My god… some blokes don’t know a good thing when they have it. I told her I thought she was incredibly sexy, and asked if there were any other urges or fantasies she had that needed fulfilling. She smiled and replied “Just a few!” before kissing me, then sliding herd hand down my body to grab my cock, “but there are thing I need to do for you first” as she slid her way down to take my cock into her mouth.
The rest of the night continued with Sally sharing a few more fantasies, and not much sleep. Sally was taking the kids to live with her parents up on the Central Coast, and I don’t know when I will be up there next, but I want to make sure I see her when I am.
I unloaded my gear into the room and headed back down to reception. I had some mail to post, so decided a run to a postbox on such a nice afternoon would be a good way to enjoy the sun. As I made my way back through to reception, I noticed a young mother with her two kids, trying to get them out of the car and through to check in.
As her head was buried in the backseat of the car unbuckling kids, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful rounded ass that stared back at me through some tight jeans… to the point where I almost got busted as she stood back up. As she stood up, I noticed how sexy she really was… name your adjective here, yummy mummy, MILF… she was it!
My now obvious perving was broken by her son screaming and running into the car park. Before he could get too far, I jumped in front of him, stopping him long enough for his gorgeous mother to catch up.
She thanked me and made a comment on how quick they are, and we started a little small talk as we made our way to the reception, me grinning like a cat to have been able to strike up a conversation.
I got directions to a postbox, and headed off on my run, leaving Sally to check in and get her kids organized. As I ran I was desperately trying to figure out how the hell I could strike up another conversation.
An hour passed, and as I staggered back to the hotel, trying to figure out if the postbox was further than the receptionist had said, or I wasn’t as fit as I thought (probably a combination), I noticed Sally and her kids playing in the park on the foreshore opposite the hotel. She waved as she saw me across the street, so I wiped off the worst of the sweat and ran over.
She said she was trying to run off the kids excess energy or she would never get them to sleep for the night, so I joined in a game, now really cursing how far that damn postbox was. The kids finally started to wear out, and we headed back across to the hotel.
Not wanting to miss another opportunity, I asked Sally if she would like a drink before dinner. She hesitated for a moment, but then declined, saying she needed to get the kids bathed, fed and calmed down for bed, but thanked me, and said if the kids were ok, she might invite me over for a quick drink.
Needless to say, I promptly offered my room number, and offered assistance with the kids if she wanted it, and went back to my room with a degree of optimism. This optimism was enhanced when I realized they were staying 2 rooms down from me, as at least there was a chance I would run into her again.
I showered and finished off some work on the computer, not realizing that time was well and truly escaping, and I was about to miss dinner. I threw on a shirt, and headed out the door, only to see room service delivering to Sally’s room. I wandered up to say hi again, and I noticed she seemed very happy to see me again. The waiter advised I had missed dinner, but Sally was quick to point out she had ordered more than she could eat, and suggested I could share dinner with her. Not wanting to pass up such an enticing offer, I offered to run down to the restaurant and contribute a decent bottle of wine.
I arrived back at Sally’s door, only for her to suggest she had set up a monitor, and could we eat in my room, as we would be less likely to disturb the kids. Of course I agreed, and after a quick check of the monitors range, we were enjoying the wine and food.
The conversation and the laughter flowed easily, and very soon it seemed like I had known Sally a long time. We raided the minibar of its remaining offerings, not wanting to break up our new found friendship.
Somehow the conversation turned to ex’s and sex lives and lack thereof, and the sexual tension caused a brief lull in the conversation. I could see Sally had her eyes on the floor, but was also breathing a little heavier, and I could see her nipples hardening under her top. I reached out and took her hand, raising it to my lips to kiss it, while moving towards her. I lifted her chin, leaning forward to kiss her.
As we kissed our mouths and tongues seemed to meld into each other, as our hands started to grab at each others bodies. We knew we wanted one other, and whatever happened, now was going to be frantic sex, purely to quell the lust we had.
Sally tore my shirt open and started to kiss my chest, as I lifted my hands under her top, lifting it over her head to reveal a black lace bra, cover her now heaving breasts. I picked her up and threw her backwards on to the bed, reaching forward to undo her jeans and peel them and her underwear from her body, to reveal her fit body and increasingly wet pussy.
I dove into her pussy, first doing one big wide lick from her ass all the way up and over her clit and lips, followed by another and another, before starting to burrow in on her swollen pussy lips and clit. Sally’s hands grabbed the back of my head and forced my tongue deeper inside her, as she moaned and begged me not to stop.
I lifted a finger and inserted it into her pussy, which by now was incredibly wet, and it slid in easily, only to elicit more moans of approval from Sally. I quickly added another finger, and combined with my tongue, tipped Sally over the edge for her first orgasm of the evening. I continued enjoying licking and sucking her pussy to bring her off 2 more times, before she screamed at me to stop.
I looked up at her concerned, only to realise she needed to be fucked and told me so. She turned over onto her hands and knees, looking back sexily over her shoulder to command: “Don’t be gentle, fuck me hard, fuck me real hard.”
I didn’t need to be told twice and ripped my jeans off and jumped on the bed behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit just to tease her a little, and she screamed again to be fucked. Before she finished her cry, I grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as I could, causing her to cum hard once again.
Soon we had a steady rhythm going, with me slapping her ass hard, and my balls swinging through and slapping on her pussy and clit. Sally had surprised the hell out of me. What I had first thought to be a mild mannered mother was screaming for hard and dirty sex. She came again, and I knew I didn’t have long left in me, but then her next demand came.
“My ass, please fuck me hard like that in my ass?” Sally begged.
WOW, this sexy mother was hot, and who was I to say no? She was incredibly wet, but I still wanted to be gentle, and started to rub moisture and push my finger into her open ass. “No!” she cried, “Just ram it in, don’t be gentle!”
The surprises kept coming, but I withdrew from her pussy, and pushed the head of my cock against her ass. I heard Sally start to say “please” again and just rammed in as hard as I could. She let out a low guttural moan and came again, as my head was spinning by her insatiable sexual appetite.
I quickly worked into a rhythm and she knew I was about to cum and begged me to cum in her. I gave a few last hard thrust and then buried myself in her, releasing a load that seemed to last forever. I collapsed on top of her, and rolled into a spoon position, still with my now softening cock in her ass.
We were both covered in sweat, and were panting to catch our breath (that damn postbox). Sally was the first to speak, and her words surprised me.
“I’m sorry” she whispered. Somewhat confused I asked why, commenting that it was hands down the best sex I had enjoyed in some time. Surprised, she turned over to look at me. “You mean you like sex like that?” she replied. My confidence waned for a second, but I replied that not only did I like hard and rough sex, I loved it. She was amazed. She then went on to tell me that the reason she had broken up with her husband was in a large part to their sexual incompatibility, as he was disgusted by her urges, and felt she was a slut.
My god… some blokes don’t know a good thing when they have it. I told her I thought she was incredibly sexy, and asked if there were any other urges or fantasies she had that needed fulfilling. She smiled and replied “Just a few!” before kissing me, then sliding herd hand down my body to grab my cock, “but there are thing I need to do for you first” as she slid her way down to take my cock into her mouth.
The rest of the night continued with Sally sharing a few more fantasies, and not much sleep. Sally was taking the kids to live with her parents up on the Central Coast, and I don’t know when I will be up there next, but I want to make sure I see her when I am.
