Philip didn’t try to prolong it in case they were interrupted. He kept fucking Samantha until he started cumming inside her. He shot his entire huge load into her pussy, his whole body practically shaking from the long drawn out climax.
When he was finally done, he pulled out and put his cock away and fixed his clothes. Samantha also took a couple of minutes to fix herself. She had to put back on her panties, adjust her bra, and straighten her blouse. Philip then guided her back onto the path by holding her hand. They held hands for a while longer as they walked towards the hotel and he only released her when the hotel was coming closer into view. Neither of them spoke during the walk back. It was as if they were both still in shock.
Samantha kept trying to find the words to say something but she didn’t know what to say. When they arrived at the lit-up part of the walk, closer to the hotel, they looked at each other’s face and smiled as they saw each other’s reaction.
They walked up to the steps at the front of the hotel. Philip took out his phone and said: ‘I somehow have to ring Bev and try to have a normal conversation. Will you excuse me?’
‘Of course, I’ll see you later,’ Samantha said.
He smiled and walked ahead of her and as he walked away she could hear him greeting his wife.
Samantha walked into the hotel and was going to join the other delegates in the bar, but decided to go upstairs to her room instead. She was too tired and distracted to make small talk.
Back in her room, she undressed and got into bed and brought herself to climax over and over again to the thought of what had just happened. She felt like such a whore for simply letting another man fuck her like that. Any respectable married woman would have stopped it when he reached under her skirt for her panties. It made her smile mischievously to know that she was no longer that kind of wife. Instead, she was the kind of wife who loved the thought that another man’s cum was still inside her.