Misplaced Phone

Jack, a young and ambitious man, found himself accompanying Mrs. G on a business trip. She was a stunning 50 year old, a force of nature with her unruly ginger curls and curves that were unscathed by time. Much older than him, but he had secret crush on her. While on the trip, he was in charge of her schedule, her appointments, and today, her misplaced phone. When he saw the phone in the conference room, he was happy that it will give him a chance to visit Mrs.G in her hotel room. Maybe they could even talk a little. As he walked down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his heart throbbed painfully in anticipation of seeing her. He looked at the phone as it buzzed. A message from Mrs.G husband filled the illuminated screen, a mocking reminder that this woman was out of reach. Two knocks - his fist connected with the door of room 409 in a measured cadence, and he was already so excited awaiting this woman to show, the woman who had unknowingly bewitched him. But, the sight that greeted him when the door swung open was shocking. Mrs. G stood before him in a white baby doll, wild-eyed, breath ragged. Her face was flushed, and it took him a few seconds for the image to connect to his brain because it couldn't accept what was in front of him - Mrs.G, his beautiful Mrs.G, was covered in cum, her breasts and even her hair. He couldn’t help but gasp, betrayed and stirred at once, imagining another man spraying his cum all over the woman his thoughts were consumed by. The he realized the presence of an unknown man loomed a few steps behind her, his identity hidden by shadows but impression very clear - he was the trespasser, the one who had just been tangled between the sheets with the mesmerizing, unattainable Mrs. G, and they were just waiting for him to leave to continue with the activities. "The phone." - Jack managed to mumble, and Mrs.G just nodded to him, and took the phone, and entered inside, pulling the door after her. Mrs. G, so frantic to resume her intimate activities, neglected to secure the door. Jack's heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he glanced back. He heard a man's voice calling to her "Come here, kitty." A decision made on impulse, he pushed lightly on the door. It silently opened, and just couple of steps inside, Jack was looking at the unbelievable scene. The man deposited Mrs.G onto the rumpled bed, and not a moment later, her legs were around him, her baby doll was now raised over he breasts. Jack's pulse throbbed in his ears, his attention drawn to the stranger dick as he positioned himself at Mrs. G's entrance. Some unclear words rolled off the stranger's tongue, whispered into Mrs. G's ear as he entered her. Jack swallowed hard, his mind a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. Mrs. G, the woman he had admired from a distance, the woman who held in his heart, was here, entangled with a stranger. responding to the stranger's movements, her body writhing beneath him as his dick went in and out of her pussy, shining from her juices. The sight of her pleasure, her submission to this man, tore at him. He could feel his heart breaking, the shards cutting deep. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He was trapped in this moment, caught in the twisted dance of desire and heartbreak. Jack remained rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto the bed where Mrs. G was losing herself to the stranger.  The sound of each of Mrs. G's breathy moans etched itself into Jack's mind. His hand slipped down and began to massage himself over the pants. He was ready to explode, fully aroused by the sight of Mrs. G's body arching beneath the stranger. By the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slapping of skin against skin, the grunts of the man as he took what he wanted, and Mrs. G's cries as she neared her peak. He watched as Mrs. G's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as a cry ripped from her throat. The sight of Mrs.G climax, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, pushed Jack over the edge too. His grip tightened around his arousal as he came, his release soaking his pants. It took him a second to gather himself, and he left quietly to his room. Heartbroken, tears forming in his eyes.