I hate wearing business suits. Dressing for an evening out is fun; you can show some flair if you want. But business suits are supposed to be boring. Hell, that's the point. You want to look conservative, trustworthy, conventional, inoffensive - in a word, bland. Don't want to scare off a potential customer, after all. And they're usually uncomfortable, too.
You can also get tired of strange hotel rooms. This one wasn't too bad. It had a king sized bed; the bathroom was actually pretty nice. It even had a minibar that I had already stocked with my own ice and soda. But it was still a hotel room: standard fittings, easy to clean up, interchangeable with hundreds of others across the country. After a while on the road, the walls can start closing in on you.
So what was I doing wearing a business suit, sitting in a hotel room and staring at the walls? Feeling pretty lonely and bored, that's what. At least I'd be checking out tomorrow.
My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind wander...
Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were cock. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new tricks... all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and scream in lust.