This is Part 1 of Story # 46 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a sequel to Story #43 ("Oh Canada").
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Several years prior to the events of this story, I had taken a business trip to the Toronto area, where I had randomly bumped into a gorgeous woman named Emily. We met at a store buying wine, and by the end of our chat, I had invited her to my room at my hotel. Emily was a classic cheating wife, bored with her hubby and looking for excitement outside of her marriage.
Before Emily left my room at the resort that night, I wrote my number on a business card and slipped it into her bag. I knew her type, and once she found it, I was sure I'd hear from her.
Sure enough, about four months later, I got a text:
"Hey it's your slut in Toronto. When's the next time you're in town? I need a good pounding."
I smiled to myself as I read her message. Emily was really sexy, and I thought about our time together. My cock grew hard as I thought about that sweet pussy and fine ass. I stroked myself and soon reached my climax, cum shooting onto my stomach and half way up my chest.
I took a quick video of my cock and cum and sent it to her, asking, "is this what you want?"
Within minutes I received a response: "OMG I opened the pic and got so wet."
She sent a pic of her wet pussy back with a message that said "that thick cock needs to be inside this wet pussy."
As it happened, our CFO was supposed to go to the Toronto office the following week, and I heard him asking around for someone to go in his place since he had a conflict. I went to his office and volunteered.
My assistant made my flight and hotel reservation, and I texted Emily once all was confirmed and gave her the details.
"Do you want to get dirty?" I asked her.
"MMMMMMM yes!!!!" she replied. "Filthy!"
"Meet me in the hotel gym at 4:00 on Tuesday. Be dressed to work out. Don't be late."
I checked into my hotel early and went to the gym. I worked out hard for about an hour while I waited for Emily, and had worked up quite a sweat. The gym was empty, which I assumed it would be. A Tuesday afternoon around check in time would not likely have many users of the hotel gym.
Emily appeared right at 4:00 and smiled at me as I worked out on an elliptical machine. She carried a small gym bag, and was wearing tight yoga pants and a tiny pink tank top, her plump tits and hard nipples visible through the thin material. She took a position right next to me on a treadmill and began a light run, which soon cranked up a bit until she was running at a decent pace. Her big tits bounced with every step and I felt myself getting very hard under my gym shorts as I watched her.
We both worked up a good sweat over the next twenty minutes. Emily was in great shape --nice D cup tits and a tight round ass -- and she had obviously made sure she kept her body in shape. I slowed my pace and she did as well.