My husband doesn’t know why I turn into a cock hungry slut in hotel rooms

When I was 18*, I developed a FWB relationship with a much older colleague at the fast food place I worked.

He had a beautifully proportioned cock, was very dominant and I revelled in it. I let him use me anyway he liked and I never told him no until I met my husband. We fucked for seven years all up. One of the things we’d do pretty regularly was get a hotel room where he could fuck the shit out of me while I could be as loud as I liked without us having to worry about parents or housemates.

He was studying videography at uni so would film a lot of it. We’d go at it for hours, he’d usually cum in or on me 6-7 times in a night, making me scream, leaving me stretched out and used. I’d always have to make excuses to the guys I’d date about why I couldn’t have sex with them in the week after one of those sessions. I still wonder if he has those videos. He’s married now himself, but the idea that he still jacks off to them gets me really worked up.

Last night my husband and I travelled interstate to see family and friends. We usually stay with family on these trips, but for various reasons decided to get a hotel this trip. After having a few drinks at the hotel bar we headed back up to our room for an early night.

Lying in bed reading confessions and naughty stories on reddit got me a little worked up and having had a few drinks I was feeling a little less inhibited than usual. So I adjusted my bra so my nipples could be seen peeking up above the cups of my bra, before straddling my husband and distracting him from his book. It didn’t take long before he had my tits out, lavishing then with attention while I ground my clit on his cock.

I was so worked up by the time he lifted me off him and tossed me face down on the bed, I begged him to fuck me and make me cum. He chuckled as he spread my legs and got behind me, and tongue fucked my pussy while fingering my clit until I came.

As I came down from my orgasm, he pinned me to the bed with his thighs on either side of mine and began to fuck me slow and leisurely. I felt so prone and vulnerable, pinned to the bed with no way to move; but it wasn’t the kind of fucking I wanted. I felt my clit throb as I began fantasising about my FWB and what he used to do to me in hotel rooms.

So I begged for what I really wanted in that moment. Which is something I rarely ever let my husband do since becoming a proper wife. I begged him to fuck my ass. I felt him shift to get the lube but told him no, I wanted it to hurt, I begged him to punish me for being a whore.

He spanked me while using his spit and the juices from my pussy to lube my asshole before plunging in. It hurt like a bitch since I haven’t had my ass stretched in years, but I forced myself to push back against him, chasing that incredible feeling of being full in a way nothing else satisfies. I begged him to fuck me harder and bit down on the pillow until I felt his balls slapping against my clit.

I groaned as the stimulation of my ass being filled and the friction of my clit and his balls began to do its job. I imagined I was being used by my FWB as I moaned and begged my husband to fuck his little whore. My orgasm built for what felt like ages and when I finally lost control I could feel my ass clench around his cock. That pushed my husband over the edge and he pulled out, cumming all over my ass.

I lay there on the bed, completely spent and unable to even muster the energy to lift myself in a more modest position. My husband unceremoniously got up and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on while I lay there thinking about how my FWB would be going for round two.

I mustered the energy to sneak my hand beneath my body and began stroking my clit as I continued to remember what it was like to be fucked and filled with cum by my FWB. I moaned his name into my pillow as I made myself cum one more time.

Eventually I worked up the energy to get up and join hubby in the shower. I winced as I moved slowly into the shower, bow legged, my ass, thighs and hips all hurting from the punishment I’d just received, and my clit well over stimulated. My husband welcomed me into the shower, smirking at me as he said “I don’t know what it is about you and hotel rooms.”

*age edited because reasons