Friends for years, affairs for years

I've known Daniel and Pam for over a decade; we're very good friends. But I must admit, I have feelings for Pam—in other words, I'm quite fond of her. Pam is a very beautiful and sexy woman, blonde with blue eyes, about 1.65 meters tall, and a voluptuous bust, probably a 36C. Unfortunately, Pam is in love with Daniel, and she's never made any advances towards me.
That day, I was sitting in the boarding area of Detroit Metropolitan Airport waiting for my flight home to Denver when I suddenly heard a gentle voice behind me say, "Hi, look who's here?"
I turned around and saw Pam and her two children standing not far behind me.
Pam had taken her children to visit their grandparents in Bay City and was now taking the same flight back to Denver as me. After greeting me, Pam sat down next to me, chatting casually while watching her children run and play around the seats.
The time was fast approaching our flight's departure time, but the airport hadn't announced boarding. As someone who frequently travels for business and leisure, I knew this wasn't a good sign.
Finally, the airport announcement stated that due to mechanical failure, our flight would be delayed by half an hour. Half an hour later, the airport announced again that our flight would be delayed even further. With no other option, I called home to inform them of the delay. Anticipating the possibility of cancellation, I called my original hotel to reserve two rooms.
Another half hour passed, and what I expected finally happened—our flight was cancelled.
Since it was late, there was no way to rebook another flight (the airline, of course, denied it was their fault, but they were definitely intentionally delaying). Now, it seemed I would have to find a place to spend the night and wait for my flight the next day.
At this point, I noticed Pam looked distressed and asked if she was feeling unwell. She told me she didn't have much money with her and couldn't find a room to stay overnight; she would have to spend the night with her child in the boarding area.
"I never expected this to happen. I used my last bit of cash to take the child on a boat trip, and my credit card is maxed out,"
Pam said.
"Don't worry, I won't let you sleep at the airport with the kids. Besides, if Daniel knew I was here and didn't help you, he'd kill me. Let me tell you, I anticipated the flight might be canceled and already booked two rooms at the Ramada Hotel,"
I told Pam.
After checking into the hotel, I discovered the two rooms were actually a suite, separated by a door. After putting down our luggage, I took Pam and the two children out for dinner. After dinner, Pam let the children play in the children's play area while we relaxed in the adjacent lounge, having an after-dinner drink. Then, I noticed the band in the lounge was about to start playing.
"You should know, of course, since I helped you today, you should pay a price,"
I said to Pam, pretending to be serious.
Pam looked surprised. Afraid of making things worse, I quickly pointed to the band and said to her, "Once they start playing, you have to come dance with me."
Pam immediately relaxed, smiled slightly at me, and agreed. After a couple more drinks, the band finally started playing. I pulled Pam down to the dance floor to the rhythm of the music. It wasn't my first time dancing with Pam, but it was the first time I'd danced with her without Daniel and my wife present.
After a few dances and a few drinks, Pam said she had to go see the children. After she left, I figured she probably wouldn't come back, so I wandered around the lounge alone, hoping to find a single woman to dance with.
Finally, I saw a woman sitting alone in a corner at the back of the lounge. Just as I was about to go find her, I heard someone say, "What's wrong with this man? I've only been gone for less than 10 minutes, and he's already thinking of finding someone to replace me."
I recognized the voice as Pam's. I smiled at her somewhat awkwardly and said, "I think you're going to look after the kids; you probably won't be coming back."
"You're joking! I've been staying with these two incredibly naughty kids at my relatives' house for two weeks, and I'm almost driven crazy. I finally have a chance to relax, how could I let it slip away? I've already put the kids to bed; I'll go see them later. I really want to have some fun here. Come on, fill my glass, and take me dancing a few times."
I'm so damn lucky, I thought to myself. Everything here is tempting her, and her children are still here. My inner monologue was definitely written all over my face, but Pam misunderstood. She turned to look at the woman sitting alone in the corner and said to me, "Oh, should I go and call that woman over for you?"
I smiled at her and said, "No need, darling, tonight I'm yours."
I can't hold my liquor, and after a few drinks, I felt a little dizzy and asked for soda water, but Pam insisted on vodka. We danced happily on the dance floor, spinning around almost every song.
There was nothing unusual when dancing fast-paced music, but I felt a little uncomfortable when dancing slow music. Because when we danced slow music, Pam was practically pressed against me, and I was afraid she could feel my erect penis.
Fortunately, she didn't show any signs of unease, but she didn't want to go back to her seat and kept holding me and spinning around. I thought, if she wasn't trying to tease me, she must have drunk too much. Oh well, I shouldn't think about it too much. Anyway, she could feel my hard penis pressing against her thigh, and I could feel her 36C breasts pressed against my chest.
After we finished a fast-paced dance, I said to Pam, "I think we should go back to sleep; we have to catch a flight early tomorrow morning."
Just then, the band started playing a slow dance track. Pam said, "Let's dance one last time, okay?"
She snuggled into my arms, and with each closer touch, I felt a growing ache in my erection, almost bursting through my pants and plunging into her. I knew that the first thing I would do when we got back to our room was masturbate to release my pent-up desire. Her thighs rubbed against my erect penis with each dance step, and I struggled to control myself from kissing her rashly.
The dance finally ended, and I quickly led Pam outside. At our room door, Pam tiptoed and kissed my cheek, thanking me for giving her such a wonderful night, before going into her room.
I sat on the bed, vigorously stroking my penis, when suddenly I heard a click. The door between our two rooms opened, Pam came in, and then quickly closed it behind her. Seeing me masturbating, she quickly said, "No, no, don't do that, I need your thing."
With that, she pulled her bathrobe off her shoulders.
She stood naked in front of me, her figure incredibly sexy and beautiful. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, cupped my face in her hands, and gave me a deep, lingering French kiss. Then she reached out and grasped my hard penis, beginning to masturbate me.
I struggled to get away from her mouth and asked a very stupid question: "What about Daniel?"
Pam replied, "He's not here. As long as he doesn't know about this, it won't hurt him."
Saying this, she lowered her head, rubbing her lips against the head of my penis, then licking the coronal sulcus and the side of my penis with her tongue, before opening her mouth and taking my entire penis into her mouth, beginning to give me deep throat oral sex.
She licked and sucked me for about five minutes. Every time I was about to ejaculate, she would quickly stop and hold the base of my penis to prevent me from ejaculating so soon. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and told her I was going to cum.
Hearing this, she tightly pursed her lips and enveloped my penis, continuing to stroke it, letting me ejaculate all my semen into her mouth, which I then swallowed.
Only after my penis had completely softened did she release her lips, stand up, and kiss me. She used her tongue to push a little semen into my mouth, letting my tongue intertwine with hers, giving me a stimulation I had never experienced before. Then, she lay on the bed, spread her legs, and told me it was now my turn to serve her.
I knelt on the floor, pressed my face between her legs, and vigorously licked her vulva, making her moan loudly. Her head swayed from side to side, her vulva wriggling and scraping against my face. Then, she let out a soft scream, grabbed my hair tightly with both hands, and pressed my head hard against her vulva. She had an orgasm!
After she calmed down from her orgasmic gasps, I stood up, straddled her legs, and slid my penis between them, searching for the entrance. She wiggled her hips, helping me adjust the angle to align with the entrance to her vagina. Although her vagina was very wet and slippery after her orgasm, it was still incredibly tight, and I could only penetrate little by little.
Suddenly, Pam pushed me off her and said, "Stop teasing me like that, I want you to fuck me hard! Don't be so slow, fuck me harder, okay?"
Fuck! This woman is fucking horny! The folds of flesh inside her vagina felt like being inside a slippery velvet glove. I thrust into her vagina hard, fucking her with all my might. Not long after, I felt like ejaculating again, but I tried to hold back, wanting to fuck her harder and longer according to her desires.
But I knew I couldn't last much longer, because this woman's vagina was just too stimulating.
Pam's body trembled uncontrollably; I knew she was close to another climax. Suddenly, she screamed, "Ahhh, yes, good, fuck me harder, fuck me, ahhhhh..."
I had never seen her climax so intensely before. A moment later, I ejaculated into her hot, wet vagina.
We lay side by side on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of our climaxes. Pam rolled over, propped herself up on her elbow, and looked at me. "You do this all the time, right? I mean when you're away on business."
"Whenever I get the chance."
"Oh, and what does your wife, Marie, think about it?"
"We have a Clinton agreement." "
What does that mean?"
"Like the Clinton rule for gay men in the military—she doesn't tell unless I ask." "
So, she has other men outside?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Marie is giving a deepthroat blowjob to a man right now, and there might be two penises in her anus, and maybe even her vagina."
"Don't you care?"
"Every time I come home from a business trip, she fucks me like crazy. I don't care who she fucks while I'm away! What about you?" "
When I visit relatives, I sleep with a few ex-boyfriends for a night or two each. But I didn't find them this time."
As she spoke, her hand stroked my penis again. "Looks like it's not enough, is it?"
she asked.
“Of course I hope it wasn’t enough.”
I said, reaching out to rub one of her nipples.
Pam got up, turned around to form a 69 position with me, and began sucking on my limp penis. Within three minutes, my penis was erect again. After we did it twice more, Pam got out of bed, put on her bathrobe, and walked towards the door separating our two guest rooms.
Just as she was about to open the door, Pam turned back and said, “I won’t do this again when we’re home, so you should understand that it was just an unexpected passion, right?”
I nodded, indicating that I fully understood her meaning. She gave me a happy smile and said, “It was a wonderful night, my love, thank you!”
Then she opened the door and went back to her room.
Three weeks later, I was busy in my office when the phone rang. I answered the phone, and a voice said, "Hello, my love, do you remember when I said 'an unexpected passion'?"
Before I could answer, the voice continued, "Okay, I guess I broke my promise. How long will it take you to get to room 162 of the Best Western Hotel at the intersection of 184th Street?"

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