At age 34, I suppose you could say my life had become fairly uninteresting. There's no reason it really should have, but still I don't apologize for what happened. Even with all the trouble it caused, it has still been the most exciting time of my adult life. I am a small, petite woman, redheaded and pale skinned. I wouldn't call myself a knockout, but I never considered myself undesirable. I'm not fat, even after the kids (though after my girl was born, my tits did swell a bit and so did my hips.)



The term 'milf' brings to mind images of made up older women in heels, still trying to sport skimpy cocktail dresses, with fake breasts. That isn't me at all. I dress in t-shirts and jeans much of the time. I don't wear cocktail dresses, I don't go out with bawdy friends on Saturday night. Until I started this part time job to pay some bills, I was a fairly introverted stay-at-home mom. My husband Tommy is an IT professional who works in various facilities around the state, meaning that he often goes out of town. He makes good money.



I'd gotten married to my first husband, Ron, quite young. We'd produced two wonderful children, who are now in their teens, a boy and a girl. But, soon enough, we both realized that we'd started out because of pressures from our families to get married and didn't really love each other. He cheated on me more than once. The third time was the last straw. I remember that I wasn't even all that angry about it. When he told me, I knew he wanted out and so did I. We had an amicable divorce and during that period was when I met Tommy.



Tommy and I married for love a year later. It was really my first time being in love. We did all the silly things you do. He romanced me and was good to my kids. We went out on dates and eventually he moved in. Having no children of his own, Tommy told me from the start that he'd like to try someday, but he wasn't pushy. I was reluctant, but told him I would consider it. My sex life with Tommy was quite good at times and pedestrian at others. That's life, I figured. It can't be good all the time. It was usually best when he came home horny from a long road trip. I had no major complaints. Tommy was a good lover and still is. I guess that's part of why I was so unprepared for what happened to me...



Tommy and I had overspent on Christmas one year and ironically, he got a raise that brought us into a new tax bracket. So, suddenly, we owed the government more money, too. He also broke his arm during a drunken basketball game with his friends. He tried to dunk and came down awkwardly. I felt bad for him and took good care of him after that, but the medical bills were still a mess, even with our health plan. To solve the problem, I volunteered to take the part time job for a while, just until the bills were paid off. Tommy told me it wasn't necessary and seemed to feel a bit inadequate over it all, but I told him that was nonsense. It was just a bump in the road and it wasn't his fault. After his arm had healed, I started looking around our small town for something part time. He started looking for a better health plan.



I found a decent paying job at a hotel. Just manning the desk, checking people in and out. The hotel was a major chain (won't say which one) and our town's franchise was even owned by a family I knew, so I applied. The proprietors were a couple; Sean and Jillian. I knew both of them, Jillian from high school. She graduated a few years after I did, but I had been friends with her sister and we hung out all the time until we became adults. Sean was older, in his mid forties. I didn't even really have to take an interview. I just showed up one morning and told them what was going on. They hired me and I started the next day. That's how things work in a small town.



Sean and Jillian look like the model couple. Sean is very handsome, in great shape. Jillian is a pretty blonde with a great figure, even after four kids. I had seen them working out and running together on a path that wound around the back lawn of the hotel. They did this most mornings, I later found out. The morning I started work, Jillian was there to show me the ropes. Within the first ten minutes, I knew it would be pretty easy money. Jillian was kind and patient. We laughed a lot. I told her about my situation and Tommy's broken arm, all the rest. She was sympathetic and gave me three day shifts a week, which was just about perfect.



On my second shift, I worked on my own, but Sean and Jillian came in to check on me after their workout. Jillian helped me through the checkout rush and made sure I was comfortable with running the breakfast that was set out for guests every morning. I told her it was no problem. And within a couple of weeks, I was totally settled in.



It wasn't long before Jillian started praising my work. She told me that she and Sean were really comfortable having me there. Normally, they had some college kid doing it, or they did it themselves. Neither was ideal. She asked if I could take a few more hours, but I declined for the time being.



Then, it started. Looking back now, I realize this was the beginning, even though it seemed sort of innocent at first. One morning, Sean and Jillian came in from their workout. I had noted often how good looking Sean was, but I never paid much attention. But that morning, he looked particularly good in his track pants and t-shirt. I don't know why I started to notice, exactly. I went back in the office at one point and found them making out. Jillian was practically crawling all over him and he had his hand under her shirt. I stopped, closed the office door and apologized profusely.



Turning in surprise, Jillian just laughed. "Oh, it's all right, Jen. Sean was just getting amorous."



"Well, don't let me get in the way," I yelled back as I left. "You two have fun."



After that, they both came out, smiling. I noticed Sean walked out of the lobby, toward the guest rooms on the first floor. Jillian sidled up next to me as I stood at the counter. She was giggling.



"Sorry about that. Sean's been a lot hornier than usual lately. I mean, he's always super horny, but we're trying for number five."



I smiled brightly, "Oh, that's great! Well, good luck, I guess. Five kids, wow. I can barely handle two."



"You should think about one more," she said. "Doesn't Tommy want children?"



"I think so, yeah. And I might be amenable. Just taking it slow. I still have time."



"True," she said, then her voice lowered conspiratorially. "So, we don't usually do this, but we're gonna go into room 110 for while. He got me pretty hot back there. Is that okay?"



I laughed. "Naughty, aren't we? But, sure. No problem. I'll mark it occupied until you give me the word."



"Thank, Jen."



I watched her scurry off to be with her husband, thinking little about it after that. They passed through on their way out about an hour later and Jillian winked at me, but that was it.



They started doing this regularly. Or at least, most days that I was on shift. I guess they just got horny after their daily workout and so it seemed pretty natural. They would go in the same room every time. I would have the housekeeping staff clean up after them when they left. They owned the place, so it wasn't like they were doing anything all that illicit.



One morning, out of curiosity, I walked by the room and heard them through the door. Jillian was extremely excited, I could tell. I listened, standing there like a voyeur, while she came. Loud. At one point, she hollered, "Fuck me with your huge cock, Daddy, I need it!"



That same day, Jillian went off to run errands, but Sean stayed behind and went for a swim in the indoor pool. And I had to do it. I snuck a peek at him through the glass doors that led to the pool. Sheesh, he had a good body. Well muscled, a six pack, large biceps. I hadn't paid much attention until that day. I watched him swim for a few minutes as the water glistened on his muscles, then hurried back to my post and looked busy.



He came out not too long afterward, shirtless, with a towel around his waist. He still had his trunks on, but his shirt was over his shoulder. He smirked at me as he walked by and said, "Just getting some clothes I've got stashed in the office."



I smiled, maybe a bit nervously. "Sure."



And, of course, he paused before he went in. The hotel was dead. The morning checkout rush was over. He said, "So, did you want to learn that new security software we installed last week? I've got some time, I can show it to you now."



"Okay," I nodded. "Seems like a good time."



He went to the computer and started pulling up windows. I stood back...and all I could do was stare at his freshly dried, muscular back. Stop it, I told myself. But, I kept doing it...even though I had my first inkling that he was doing this on purpose. Why would a guy parade around shirtless in a place of business unless he wanted to show off?



"Here," he said. "Take a look."



I moved up and stood next to him. I don't remember one damn thing he was saying. All I can remember was how good he looked without his shirt on. He had great shoulders. He took good care of his body and I found this very sexy. As we went through the ins and outs of the security program, he moved steadily closer, until he was right up against me. He smelled like the pool. And I knew he deliberately stood closer than necessary. Fuck, what is happening? I thought. At one point, his hips bumped up against my fleshy butt, he was so close...and I felt the bulge there for the first time. Fuck...



Finally, he walked away, but I was affected for a while. I had to fight hard not to show it. He left the hotel not long afterward and I went home for the day.



Tommy got home early that afternoon and I practically pounced on the man. Before the kids got home from school, we went to bed and made love. I didn't always have an orgasm with Tommy, but that day I did while I rode his cock. It was pretty great. After, I lay with Tommy in the afterglow and he laughed.



"Wow, what got into you? I haven't seen you like that in a long time."



I smiled. "Yeah, I don't know. I just wanted you today. You're not complaining are you?"



"No way, beautiful," he said, pecking me on the lips. "Whatever got you all excited, do more of it."



If he only knew.



We went at it that night, too. When he came to bed, I reached over and peeled down his underwear. My hand massaged my husband's cock and he got hard. We had a great fuck, with him on top this time. I didn't come, but I was close. I got myself off with my hand after he had ejaculated inside my pussy. I used Tommy's come for lubricant and he watched. Then, he fell asleep. I lay awake for a while, thinking about what an awful wife I was. The entire time, both times, I had been thinking about Sean.



And then a few days later, it all went to hell.



Sean and Jillian were doing it every morning. 9 AM workout. Then, right after, they'd go to room 110 and fuck. I started listening at the door regularly. Jillian had at least one strong sounding orgasm every fucking time. Usually more. Once, Esmerelda, the middle aged housekeeper caught me listening and smiled knowingly at me while I tried to act natural and walk away. Apparently, she knew all about it and said something under her breath in Spanish as she went the opposite direction down the long hallway.



Jillian would leave the hotel and Sean would go for a swim, then come through the lobby to get his clothes, always shirtless. And every time he did it, I would feel myself moisten. My eyes wandered and I know he caught me looking more than once.



I know this, because of what happened one Friday morning. After the usual routine, Jillian said goodbye to me and left the hotel. She and her husband had just spent an hour fucking like crazy in room 110. After the thing with Esmerelda, I had stopped listening at the door. But, Sean did his usual thing, walking through the lobby shirtless. He went into the office, winking at me as he passed.



About a minute later, the hotel desk extension rang. It was Sean, calling from the office. He had never done this before, but I picked it up and said, "Um, hello?"



"Hi, Jen," he said in his deep voice. "Hey, could you come back here for a minute?"



"S-sure," I replied, then hung up the phone. The office door was two feet away. What could he need that he couldn't walk out to tell me?



I opened it and immediately gasped and started to back out. He was standing with his back to me, completely naked. When he heard me, he just half-turned and smirked. "Don't worry. Come in and close the door."



"I...what?"



"Come in," he insisted. "And close the door."



I did as he asked, mind racing. The door shut behind me. The thought jammed through my brain...I was a happily married woman in a small room with my naked, married boss, staring at his amazing ass. And he did have an amazing ass. It's not hyperbole. At all. It was like something off a beefcake calendar. How did this happen?



He folded a shirt, all casual like nothing was happening, then set it on a shelf. He turned and said, "Come here."



I felt my body lurch forward, "Uhm...are you...?"



"Just relax," he said. When I got close, he pulled me forward and kissed me. I held back at first and he pulled back. His hands started roaming over me and I gasped. Then, I looked down.



He had the biggest, thickest cock I'd ever seen and it was hardening before my eyes. I mean, I'd never heard of a man this big, it was huge and thick and fucking gorgeous. He unbuttoned the pants I was wearing and I whimpered softly, "What...please..."



"I'm gonna fuck you, Jen," he said, peeling off my clothes. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. I need to get off."



Need to get off? I thought. I knew he'd just gotten through nailing his wife.



"But...Jillian..."



"...doesn't need to know," he interrupted. "Don't you dare say anything, understand?"



I didn't answer. He pulled up my t-shirt and tossed it aside, then went for my neck with soft, warm kisses. It felt heavenly...and naughty...and good. There was no one manning the front desk...Sean pushed my shoulders downward and I was suddenly confronted with his huge, semi-hard cock, inches from my lips. Even in this half-erect state, it was bigger than Tommy's ever could have been even at it's hardest. It was literally double the size. I felt a slight pang of sympathy for Tommy as I started gingerly licking the tip of Sean's beautiful member. It didn't seem fair that some men were equipped this way and others weren't. But it didn't matter. I was mesmerized and couldn't stop myself.



"Suck it," Sean demanded. "Get it hard."



I nodded, now half naked on my knees and took the head into my mouth. I had to work at it to get the right motion because of his size. Fuck, it was big...and wonderful. And in the end, I could only take maybe half before I felt myself begin to gag. I was still stunned and I knew I was doing a terrible job of pleasuring this man. But, I tried. I licked the head and touched the rim with the tips of my fingers. I couldn't believe I was doing it. I was cheating. This had never happened to me, even when I was dating as a young woman. No man had ever just grabbed me like this. I fucking loved it.



He groaned his approval a few times and pretty soon his massive pole was fully erect. I saw the full glory of it for the first time and it made me weak in the knees.



He pulled me to my feet, roughly, and started removing the rest of my clothes. In my lust, I was eager to help him do this. I was soon completely naked, like him, and I inwardly marveled at the fact that I was technically getting paid for this. He placed his palm on my pussy and I soak his hand. He smiled, licked his fingers and turned me around, bending me over a table. I felt the huge head poise itself at my entrance. He teased me with it for a moment and I moaned. Then, he slid it in, slowly until I was full. So fucking full. I made a noise I'd never made before in my life.



I knew I'd never be the same after that. While Sean mercilessly subjugated my body with his big cock, I realized that an entirely new world had revealed itself. My pussy opened for him and I took it...all of it. He was slow at first, then started really giving it to me. I made slightly choked, surprised sounds, rather than moans. My body must have looked small next to his. He is six three, I'm five one. He was very tan, I was pale. He manhandled me, it's the only way to describe what he did. It was something like rape, only I was completely willing. I realized that after this, Tommy would never be a completely adequate lover for me again. Then, I didn't think about Tommy or Jillian anymore. I just got fucked. Well. After my pussy got used to feeling so full, I started to come. He forced my head down onto some folders on the table.



"Quiet..." he said. "I don't want anyone hearing you."



I nodded to him that I understood and quieted myself. It wasn't easy. It felt so fucking good. This was what sex was supposed to be. When you're a woman, getting properly fucked by a man, you're never quite the same afterward. I felt like I suddenly understood so many things about sex that were a mystery to me before. Why some women always talked about men with big cocks with such admiration. How it is when a man is a great lover. I understood why Sean seemed so cocky and arrogant with me...because he knew that when I let go, I would be his without argument. I felt a certain sexual joy under Sean's attention that I never knew existed with Tommy.



"I'm...coming..." I whimpered softly. He gave me my own t-shirt to shove into my mouth. I moaned into it and my pussy exploded with pleasure. The rest of me came along shortly. My thighs quivered...then my feet and legs trembled while the waves of euphoria went through my body.



But, Sean clearly wasn't interested in what I felt, at least not at that moment. He didn't pause at all for me to come down. He just kept fucking me, pleasuring himself, using my body. It went on for what felt like a very long time. But, I fucking loved every second of it. I was sprawled over the table and, because I'm short, the force of his thrusts started lifting me off the ground so my feet were dangling. He grabbed my hips and rammed me harder. I cried out once when he did that and he slapped my ass hard with his open hand. "Shut up. Take it and be quiet." I nodded again.



Finally, he turned me over and I sat up on the table. He had to lean up on his toes to get inside me. I watched that fucking incredible, giant pole sink into my drenched cunt without resistance. Fucking beautiful. He forced his hand over my mouth and my loud moans were muffled. I spread my legs apart to take him, my feet flat on the tabletop, but lifting my ass and rocking it back and forth. Fucking hot. He got a very steady motion going again and I felt my body react. Another orgasm began. I hadn't come twice in the same fuck session in years. He released his hand from my mouth and my hips pushed back and forth to meet his thrusts.



"Coming...again..." I whimpered meekly, practically weeping at this point.



"Me too," he announced.



While my own orgasm started to wash over me, his began and he pulled out. My pussy felt like it had just been cruelly abandoned. I didn't quite get there, but he certainly did. He groaned and started spraying hot jism all over my front, aiming for my breasts. I achieved a small release and I fell back onto the table.



After he finished shooting all over my bare skin, he sighed, gave my inner thigh a little peck and bent down to collect my clothes and a hotel towel, which he tossed on top of me. He started getting dressed while I took a moment to collect myself. He left without another word. When I got back out to the lobby, having cleaned up, he was gone.

