The knowledge of what I was walking into already had me horny enough to burst; the sight of it didn’t disappoint. My nipples were tingling to the rhythm of my pounding heart, my cunt steaming. Even knowing that it was my cheating husband and his secretary didn’t lessen the horny, voyeuristic lust I felt from viewing the vision before me. Having utterly surrendered to Lana’s deviancy had its perks. What I saw sent jolts of horny pleasure through my entire body. Those lusty feelings were more intense than most of Louise’s orgasms had been.Susan was on her knees, facing the doorway, and wearing the promised lingerie. Her smooth, tanned skin contrasted well with the white thigh-high stockings and matching garter belt. Her wispy, white bra barely contained her breasts, lifting them upwards, enticingly. Not only that, but her lacy, white thong, little more than a tiny triangle of lace with some fine straps, was over the garters for easy removal. Her black hair billowed about her face as she knelt between Henry’s legs, her head vigorously bobbing up and down over his cock. She sucked him with gusto, showing no signs of a gag reflex, slamming her mouth all the way down to his groin, then back up. Shiny saliva coated her lips and his cock; she moaned with each downward thrust, a genuine, cock-hungry slut.Setting down my purse, with the incriminating evidence and divorce papers secreted inside, and my phone, strategically pointed to record the action, I stood in the entryway, watching. My husband was seated in a chair within the sitting area, his back to me. From where I stood, I could see the entire hotel room.Directly to my left was the bathroom, the door open. It featured a large tub with a shower, dual sinks, and plenty of towels. Just past the bathroom, the room opened up. My husband and Susan were in the lounge area, a large bed just beyond. The right-hand wall held a writing table, a large television, playing with the sound off, lined the wall across from the bed. Large windows, the curtains open, allowing anyone from the street to see inside, occupied the far end. None of that occupied my attention. Seeing Susan flushed with arousal, enthusiastically devouring a hard cock, sent my mind on fire and caused an eruption of passion between my thighs.She immediately saw me and locked her eyes on mine. şişli escort The lust in her gaze was indescribable. Deftly shifting to give me a better view, Susan kept her eyes on my impassioned face as she continued to suck the cheating bastard’s hard cock. I could hear slurping sounds, her moaning with enthusiasm, and Henry’s ragged breath. Leaning against the wall, I spread my legs wide enough to finger my cunt while I watched. I’d been feeling overwhelming lust for Susan since our eyes met at dinner. Our tryst in the ladies’ room wasn’t part of my plan; it grew from the overwhelming desire I felt for her.The lust was mutual. Squeezing and caressing his balls with one hand, her other hand moved under her panties, the outlines of her fingers stretching the fabric as she fucked herself with abandon. My hand matched hers, fucking myself as we stared at each other. My juices coated my hand, feeling like liquid fire, pouring out of me as a wet spot darkened her lace thong.Suddenly, she stopped sucking the cock, a long line of saliva trailing from her lips to the head of his cock. Her hand stroked his shaft hard and fast, her other hand leaving her panties and drawing near her face. Susan looked me straight in the eyes and brought up her index finger in a “hush” gesture, motioning me to silence. I stifled a moan as she plunged her lips over her cum-saturated finger and sucked it clean. Susan nodded at the door behind me, then held up a single finger, motioning for me to wait. I nodded but continued fucking my snatch.“You know what, lover,” she said to Henry, looking up at him, her face flush with arousal. “I’m going to go get some ice.”“What?” Henry asked. His disappointment was obvious; I knew that tone all too well.“It’ll be fun,” she said seductively. “If I cool down that hot, hard cock of yours, it lasts a really long time. I want to take my time with you, tonight.”“You’re so naughty,” he replied.“I know how you like me to be naughty, so I’m not even going to get dressed. I’ll just throw on my robe and go get us some ice, dressed like a slut for you. Why don’t you pick out a nice, sexy movie and keep that cock hard for me until I get back?”Susan stood up, a conspiratorial smile on her face, and grabbed a matching, white, satin robe from the chair beside them. Not bothering mecidiyeköy escort to tie it, she threw on the robe—it barely covered the top half of her ass—and walked towards me, towards the door.“Be back soon; make it a nasty movie,” she cooed. Taking me by the hand, she led me out into the empty hotel hallway.Just down the hall, there was a little lounge area right beside the ice machine, and she pulled me into it. We both sat on the small couch. Staring at each other, feeling the heat between us, I decided that I couldn’t go through with my plan. I truly felt something for her and didn’t want her caught up in my plans.Her moist, pouting lips parted, her head moving toward mine, ready for a kiss.“I need to confess something to you, first,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Susan only nodded.A few deep breaths built my courage. “I’m not here for you, and I’m sorry. I was going to destroy the man you’re with, Henry, for good reason, but I’m deeply attracted to you. I can’t go through with it, because I don’t want to see you hurt. I want you, and I don’t want to hurt you. What we did in the bathroom was real to me. I’m so horny for you.”Susan sat there, nodding feebly, her eyes locked to mine. “I felt it, too, Mrs. Stevenson.”“What, you fucking know who I am?”She sighed. “Henry, your husband, has been fucking me for almost a year. I’m so sorry,” her face showed pain and remorse. “I recognized you from the picture on his desk and thought that maybe you’d shown up to confront him. I never believed his lies that you knew and were into it; I was using him to get ahead at work.”“He told you that I was into it? That lying, cheating, son-of-a-bitch.”“Yes,” she sobbed. “He lied to me and told me you two were swingers. I went along with it because I wanted to get promoted. I don’t give a fuck about that asshole, I want more of you.”I hugged her to me, delighting at the feel of the smooth satin of her robe. “I was going to serve him divorce papers and make him sign,” I confessed. “But, I don’t want the fallout to harm you.”Her body relaxed in my arms. “I’ll help you! What do you need me to do, Mrs, Stevenson?”“We’ll start by having you call me Lana…”Unified by mutual attraction, Susan quickly became my willing accomplice. Kissing her passionately, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies, fingers probing wet holes, we broke our embrace. She filled the ice bucket, blew me a kiss, and went back to the hotel room, again leaving the door unlocked for me. I waited for a few minutes, fingering my cunt in heat, and then followed. Hopefully she had everything set up.As planned, she had everything prepared. As sexy as walking in on her, kneeling with a cock in her mouth, had been, she outdid herself. Susan had removed her lacy thong and was bottomless, her manicured tuft of black pubic hair visible and sexy. Straddling my husband’s face, reverse cowgirl fashion, facing the door, she had blindfolded him with his tie, and had his hands tethered, her damp panties impromptu shackles. Some ice lay on the floor, melting away, the ice bucket near the chair they’d previously occupied.Her wet cunt was sliding over his mouth, hips humping from nose to chin, as she rode his face. As soon as she saw me, she made kissing motions with her lips, her hands rising to squeeze her own tits.“That’s it,” she urged. “Lick my fucking pussy, like it’s the last time you’ll ever taste it. Deeper. Stick that tongue up my hole while I grind on your face. Do you like drowning in my wetness?”Henry had disrobed, his pathetically average cock fully erect, bobbing along with Susan’s gyrations. A porn movie played on the TV, but it was boring by comparison. Susan leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands, her tongue snaking out to torture his cock while she stared at me.“That’s it, tongue my asshole, you filthy pervert.” She began to say more but had to stop as her body shuddered in pleasure.I kept my dress on, but hiked it up over my waist, exposing my pussy, my arousal dripping down my thighs. My clitoris was throbbing with lust, my fingers quickly stroking it into volcanic heat.Susan’s hips bucked against my husband’s tongue, loud moans escaping her mouth. Finally, she spoke again. “Remember the sexy blond you saw in the restaurant?”“Mmmph, Nmmph,” he mumbled into her crotch.“I met her in the ladies’ room,” Susan growled, her body nearing orgasm. “We, ah fuck, lick me…we made out, you feel so good…in the ladies’ room.”Henry’s cock twitched violently. He thrust his head into her cunt, licking and lapping furiously.“I fingered her hot cunt, and she fucked my cunt…ahh, so close. I’m fucking cumming.”Susan collapsed over his body, shaking and contorting herself demonically. Her panting moans were so overpoweringly sexy that I fingered myself to orgasm just watching her.