Meeting Robyn (Part 1) | 2016

The first time I saw her in hallway outside my office, I was immediately attracted to her. I still remember what she wore and how her hair looked. She was stunning and succulent and I had to have her. Her name was Robyn and she was being given a tour of our office building. She got into an administrative operating group that partner with my division on tasks and regulations. Her small frame and innocent face made her look very young although she was 30. She caught me looking at her from my doorway. Underneath those bright blue eyes, a smirk formed on her lips as she turned and walked away.

Over the next few weeks, we’d pass each other in the halls and my attraction was becoming more and more. My wife and I ran into her at a restaurant one evening. We chatted briefly and my wife noticed my arousal becoming more apparent in my pants. In our sexually open marriage, we ‘gift’ each other partners, sometimes to share, sometimes to enjoy on our own. As she stroked me through my pants under the table, my wife whispered to me, “You can have her, love.” Those five words drove me insane and made me love my wife so much more. “But first, you’re going to have me,” she said before guiding me to the ladies room. We locked the door and pushed her against it face first. I lifted her skirt, she pushed her ass out for me to have, and I went down on my knees and spread her open. I got to enjoy her by licking her from cunt to asshole, lubing both with my spit. I spent some time tasting her before I turned her around. She undid my pants and pulled out my hard cock, stroking me while we kissed. My beautiful bride raised one leg up and around my waist and guided me into her moist and accepting pussy. I fucked her harder and harder, both of us stifling our moans of pleasure. I was close to cumming in her and…she pushed me out and away from her, my cock still connected to her by a string of glistening juices. “Save it for Robyn.” My wife continued to tease me over the course of the week, going down on me and fucking me just to the point of climax, but always stopping me and not letting me cum.

Robyn and I continued our awkward passings until, one day, I got a notice that I was to travel to Chicago for a 3-day conference and, as luck would have it, she was my travel partner. Our hotel arrangements and rental car were taken care of by the company and over e-mail we made arrangements for me to pick her up at the office on Sunday afternoon for the three hour drive up there.

The day arrived and wife teased me once more before I left. I had gone eight days without blowing a load, yet I had sex every day. She went down on me, stroking my shaft slowly while sucking my balls and swirling her tongue around my head before straddling me and guiding me into her moist box. Instead of going up and down, my wife began grinding on my pelvis with me deep in her. She was hugging me tight and kissing me hard. “I need you to fuck her, love. I need you to enjoy her,” she whispered as I nearly climaxed before she dismounted and walked away to the other room. As I finished getting ready, I could my wife masturbating with her Rabbit on our bed. Judging from the volume of her moans, I knew she came hard.

We said our good-byes and I drove the ten minutes to my office in the rental. Robyn was already there, looking beautiful standing next to her suit case and gear bag. She wore a light flowy short sundress with a denim jacket over it and brown cowboy boots. Her hair was pulled back and the front of the dress was low-cut, revealing her luscious tanned cleavage. I had to adjust my package before getting out of the car. I popped the trunk and helped her load her luggage. She was close to me and I snuck a look as her top gaped to show just a hint of the white lacey material of her bra. I inhaled and was struck at how deliciously sweet she smelled.

I closed the trunk and we both got in the car. I put the car in drive and we engaged in idle chit-chat for the first half hour or so. Her phone buzzed in a text. I glanced over subtly and saw the reply she typed: “I think he was hard. ” My heart raced as I drove on. She kept fiddling around on her phone. I kept glancing occasionally, almost wrecking once when she scrolling through her pictures. She knew I was looking by the angle she was looking at the screen. She slowly slid each picture across the screen. Jackpot! Nude selfies! Each subsequent picture was hotter than the previous. Her last image that I saw was a silent video of her playing with her tits and masturbating with a small red vibrator. My erect cock was making a bulge in my jeans almost big enough to touch the steering wheel!

I tried to clear my head enough to navigate our exits and eventually the streets of Chicago to the Hyatt. I pulled up to the valet station, got out our luggage and gear, and she lead the way into to the check-in desk, a breeze caused the back of her short dress to cling to her shapely ass. I nearly drooled.

We were served by a separate clerk. Mine was a young pretty blonde named Ashley. If I didn’t have one goal in mind in fucking Robyn, this girl would have done nicely for the night. The girl gave me my room number and card key as Robyn was getting her’s.

“Where are you?” Robyn asked me, her eyes twinkling.

“512. You?” I said as we went to the elevators.

“722. Do you want to meet up later? Maybe grab a drink and go over tomorrow’s itinerary?”

Fuck Yes! I thought in my head. “That’d be great. Meet in the lobby in an hour?”

I got to my room, made a quick call to my wife, and took a shower. I heard a knock on my door and I wrapped the towel around my waist before looking through the peep-hole. Robyn was at my door. I opened it a bit....