Cheating Wife’s Hotel Mouth

My husband thinks I was at a client dinner. I was in a hotel room two miles away with my skirt around my waist and a stranger’s cock in my mouth. I’d met him on an app. We didn’t even talk much. He sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his legs and took him as deep as I could. I’m good at it. I know how to use my tongue and how to relax my throat. He kept his hand on the back of my head and fucked up into my mouth. I let him. Spit ran down his balls. I cupped them and squeezed gently while I sucked. When he got close he warned me. I didn’t pull off. I wanted it. He came hard, thick spurts that I swallowed one after another until he was finished. I cleaned him with my tongue after, slow and thorough, then stood up, fixed my lipstick in the mirror, and went home. My husband kissed me when I walked in. I kissed him back and tasted another man. I went to bed wet and guilty and came twice with my own fingers before I slept.