We attended the wedding of a good friend of Mrs. WI. This was the closest thing to a Lady Di wedding I think we'll ever get to. At any rate, it was the evening of day two of the celebration and we were both pretty loose. Dancing, flirting, being all romantic...it was starting to take it's toll. On the way up to our hotel room, we pounced each other in the stairs. Flesh was exposed, hands and mouths were grasping and gnashing. The gutteral sounds of lust eminated throughout the stairwell. We forced ourselves apart and she sent me up to the room...alone...and told me to get undressed.

I, of course, followed instructions. A few minutes later, she knocks on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw her standing in front of the door with her bra in her hand and a good portion of her cleavage showing. I opened the door and she said something like "I'm travelling for work and my husband stayed home...and I need a big cock."

I was initially protesting that I'm married, that I can't do this. She threw me on the bed and took my cock all the way into her mouth, moving her head around in circles...up to the head and deeply back down again. When she pulled me out of her mouth, I started to sit up. She violently pushed me down and climbed onto the bed, straddling my painfully erect cock and angrily pushed herself down onto me. We had animal sex. Grunts and groans, culminating in screams. Wow!

Wonderful, sexy and experience! I think we scratched each other's seven year itch by being our own fling.