Every three months or so, Matt and I spend a weekend at a fancy hotel out of town and go on the prowl for new partners.

We always book separate rooms so we can enjoy some privacy, but we make sure they’re adjoining, just in case we want to double our fun.

Last weekend was our latest night out, and it was one of our best.

On Friday, Matt and I played hooky from work and went to Boston for the weekend. It’s far enough away from where we live that it’s like a vacation, and we’re guaranteed not to run into anyone we know. But it’s also close enough that we can squeeze in plenty of fun with only one extra day off.

We checked into our hotel on Friday, as early as we could, and headed up to our rooms. We relaxed on our own, each of us enjoying some “me time,” but we met up a few hours later for a room service dinner in Matt’s suite. We shared a bottle of champagne with our meal and discussed our plans for the night.

As we talked about the bars we planned to hit and the kinds of dates we were hoping to score, we both got turned on. In the days leading up to our nights out, the sexual tension always amps up, and we both get so frisky that we can’t keep our hands off each other, and this time was no different. We’d had wild sex every night that week, and we’d fucked in the shower that morning before packing the car and driving to Boston, but we still weren’t satisfied. And we likely wouldn’t be until we got home Sunday night, when we’d finally fucked ourselves into oblivion.

But that moment hadn’t come yet, and Matt and I were still in need of some extra release. We’d been eating in bed, and when the mood finally struck and we couldn’t wait any longer, we swept the plates away, letting them and our silverware clatter to the floor while we jumped each other.

We fucked hard and fast, not even stopping to take off all of our clothes. It didn’t matter that I still had my shirt and bra on and his pants were only unzipped and pushed down enough for us to be able to screw.

Afterward, satisfied for at least the moment, I went back to my room to get ready while Matt called housekeeping to ask them to come clean up our mess while we were out. It would be pricey, but it was worth the cost to be able to do whatever we wanted when the mood hit.

I showered and dressed and did my makeup in my room, while Matt got ready in his, and we met out in the hallway an hour later, ready to hit the town. Sometimes we like to go to the same bars, and sometimes we split up. Boston has enough great places that we thought we could split up. I wanted to go somewhere upscale and chic, while Matt was looking for an old-school Irish pub to find a nice (or should I say naughty) local girl.

We had the elevator to ourselves, and we got in one last passionate kiss before wishing each other luck and heading out to our chosen hunting grounds.

There was a lounge right across from the hotel that I’d read was a hotspot for local singles and out-of-towners, and I decided that would be my first — and hopefully only — stop that night.

The place was crowded, but not packed, and I had some time to scope out the prospects on my way to the bar. There were a lot of attractive men there that night, and even a few women who caught my eye, but I thought I’d get a cocktail before making my decision on who I wanted to pursue.

As I placed my order, however, the decision was made for me. The bartender had just slid over my glass and I was about to hand him my credit card when Nick swooped in and told the bartender to put it on his tab. When I looked over to see who was picking up my drink for me, I saw the single most dashing man I could imagine. I hadn’t spotted him when I’d walked through the bar, but he’d clearly caught sight of me, and boy, was I glad.

I thanked Nick for the drink, and we introduced ourselves before he led me back to a private little nook where he had a table. Clearly, he was out looking for action just like I was, and I was happy to meet a man who knew how to play the game — especially when that man was so damn sexy.

We chatted and drank for a couple hours as we got to know each other, and we flirted shamelessly, too. Like I said, we both knew what we wanted out of our night, and we definitely weren’t afraid to go after it.

When he asked if he could kiss me, I told him if he didn’t I’d be very disappointed. And then, he did it. He kissed me. And all that flirting, all the sexual tension that had been building between us while we’d sat there sharing cocktails, culminated in a hot, steamy kiss that held a promise of even more pleasure. I’d found exactly who I was looking for!

We kissed a little more, sitting there at his table, but not long. After a few minutes, I suggested we close out Nick’s tab and go somewhere “a little more private.” And of course, as expected, he thought my idea was brilliant.

I practically dragged him across the street to the hotel, and we barely made it into the elevator before we were on each other again, kissing passionately.

When we reached my room, Nick took the key card from my hand and opened the door for me, then pushed me inside before kissing me again and kicking the door shut behind us. Inside, we could hear noises coming from the room next door, and Nick commented that the couple in that room must be having a very good night based on the sounds we were hearing. Only I knew, though, that my husband was next door with a new friend, and hearing him clearly enjoying himself got me all hot and bothered.

I practically mauled Nick as I pushed him down onto the bed and then climbed on top of him to continue our makeout session in a more comfortable position. We continued to kiss, exploring each other’s body with wandering hands. Nick was ripped; he clearly spent plenty of time in the gym, but not so much that he was overly muscular like some fitness magazine beefcake. He had just the right amount of lean muscle and soft skin, and not quite six-pack abs; his stomach was rippled enough to be sexy and not intimidating.

He seemed to like what he was feeling, too, and he kept caressing my hips and ass. He was definitely an ass man. And I knew exactly what we’d be doing once we finally got naked.

We started to undress each other, hands ripping at clothes, and I’m pretty sure a few buttons popped right off in our eagerness to get down to bare skin. But it didn’t matter. The noises from next-door were getting louder, and the added sound effects were definitely causing our arousal to soar. I felt like I couldn’t get Nick stripped fast enough.

He was as hot naked as I’d imagined he’d be, and I spent a few seconds just enjoying the sight of his toned physique. And that sight turned me on. I knew from the hard-on that stood tall that he felt the same way about me.

I told him to snag a condom from the box on the nightstand, and while he suited up, I crawled to the center of the mattress and got on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air for him. He seemed like he would like doing it doggy-style, and I wasn’t willing to waste any more time before feeling him inside me.

“I got on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air for him.”

As soon as he’d sheathed his cock, he jumped onto the bed and got behind me, pressing his dick into my pussy from the behind. I leaned down onto the bed, my face and breasts flattened against the mattress while my ass went higher in the air. The position caused Nick to enter me at the perfect angle, hitting my G-spot and giving him plenty of space to reach down and rub my clit.

He did exactly what I wanted without my having to direct him, and between his cock and his finger, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I reached orgasm.

Nick slammed into me, his hips slapping loudly against mine, but I could still faintly make out the sound of my husband and his friend next door. I liked how I knew we were both getting exactly what we’d been craving right at that moment. I loved it, in fact!

As Nick’s finger circled my clit and his cock hit against the front wall of my pussy, I started thrusting back against him, increasing the pleasurable sensations tenfold. I was having trouble breathing. I was so overwhelmed with excitement, and I was panting heavily, but when Nick asked if I needed to slow down, I yelled at him to keep going. “I need you to fuck me — hard!” I cried.

I reached back between my legs and pressed my hand over his, forcing him to put even more pressure on my clit. I guided him to stroke me exactly how I needed. After that, it was only another minute, two at most, before I felt my spine stiffen as I reached orgasm. My pussy gushed, my nipples ached, and for a moment I didn’t even breathe, and then the pleasure waned and I started to come down from my orgasmic high.

But Nick wasn’t done yet. He kept pumping into me until he, too, climaxed a minute later. He must’ve come hard, because I felt his semen rocket out of him even through the condom. Then, I was done. I thanked Nick for the lovely night, let him wash up and get dressed, then walked him to the door.

A few minutes after Nick left, my husband knocked on the door between our rooms. Since it wasn’t locked, I told him to come in. He was glistening with sweat from his “date,” and I know I was drenched and sticky myself, but it didn’t matter. He climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around me, and we fell asleep together.

Over breakfast the next morning, we discussed our night, enjoyed a little married sex, and then returned to our normal lives. But in a few months, we’ll be back at it again, and I can only hope our next date night goes just as well.

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