Roommates of Circumstance

For four years now, I've been working closely with a tall, willowy brunette with round, high tits and a girlish, short bob named Laura. And for four years, I have been turned on by her every move. We have become good friends---she is honestly my best friend in the office---and the flirty tension between us has been enough that I usually get hard whenever we're alone together for any period of time. Because I'm married, our conversations usually veer away from the explicit---she respects boundaries and probably doesn't want a messy situation. She got one, however, when we ended up sharing a hotel room when a dinner ran late on a recent trip. Laura was staying over and I missed my train home, so she invited me to sleep on her second bed because the hotel had given her two double beds. "It's fine," she said, "I trust you." My cock was rigid in my suit pants---not a good thing with boxers---and leaking precum the whole way to the hotel. We were both drunk and she sort of leaned into me in the cab---"accidentally" brushing against my bulge when we hit a bump. "Oh...my!" she said, and rested her head on my shoulder and guided my hand to her waist. I saw her crossing and rubbing her ankles as we cuddled. When we got to her room, we sort of pulled ourselves together---a little tense now, since we were about to be totally alone. "I've got a t-shirt if you want to sleep in your boxers," she offered. Yeah, in my soaking wet, bulging boxers. "It's OK," she said, "I won't look." Her t-shirt smelled so girly and wonderful and just like Laura's perfume and her body and it did nothing to help my situation when she came out of the bathroom wearing a loosely-buttoned pajama top with short short pants that barely covered her butt. Basically, my boxers were so hiked up that my own ass and balls were falling out and my cock was sticking out the top a little bit. It took about five microseconds before we were kissing and groping and grabbing---omigod, her body felt so good, those full soft breasts and long, muscular legs and that narrow little waist---as I reached towards her crotch, though, she stopped me. "No," she said. Simple enough: I knew what that means. I was still wearing my wedding ring. Or so I thought. Apparently it was OK in Laura's world if we made out and then got ourselves off together. She guided me to her bed and pushed me down playfully, rolling onto my wet and rigid cock and grinding her pussy through her shorts against it. I felt her wet pussy lips a few times graze me when I escaped through my fly, and my breathing must have revealed how much that turned me on. "Take care of that for me so we can sleep," she said in a pouty, little girl voice. She rolled over onto her back as I looked down at my cock spider-webbing with precum in the lamplight, my head glistening with our combined wetness. As she started circling her clit with her middle finger, I needed no further prompting. Her breathing got jagged and she wriggled out of her tap pants and started fanning away in broad, rapid strokes on her clit. I gripped myself---six inches, harder than ever in my life, with my balls feeling as big as tennis balls, and I stroked only a couple of times before I erupted. A spray came out like I hadn't seen since I was a teenager wacking off to my brother's porns. The first jet was almost totally liquid and shot (not entirely by accident) onto Laura's tummy, and she started groaning and orgasming. The second one (totally by accident) made it to my chin, a lot thicker and stickier. I was gripping my cock at the base and just holding it steady while I pulsed out my juices---three or four more spurts of thicker and stickier cum shot onto Laura's t-shirt and eventually my stomach. I was so caught up in my own orgasm that I didn't realize that Laura was still staring at my purple cock and jilling furiously away next to me on the bed, hitting one after another orgasms as her neck muscles stood out and the top of her chest, above those luscious tits, started to get all red and blotchy. I watched her cum at least twice more before I involuntarily spurted out the last of my load in a freak aftershock that drenched her thighs (I was sort of semi-hard and aimed to the left). That's about all of the story I can tell on this site. It isn't all we've done, though, and I have to admit that I never imagined cheating with a girl who loves to jill would be my destiny, but I can't stop myself. Enjoy.