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Ekim 25, 2018 0 Yazar: admin



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My husband and I had made a plan for an evening out. We had reserved a room at the airport Marriott and had planned on a dinner and time in the lounge. A lavish expenditure for us, but a necessary luxury that we both needed.

For many years my husband has been trying to get me to have sex with him and another man. I must admit that while having sex, I did enjoy hearing the stories he told me. How my lover was doing this or that to me while he watched and sometimes participated. I love my husband very much and would like nothing more than to make him happy. This was just one of those things I could do without. There were more than a few times that IF someone had been with us, I would have wholeheartedly taken advantage of the situation.

Both my husband and I enjoy the feeling when I have one of my dildos buried deep inside my pussy, and my husband’s cock in my mouth. He always wants me to cum on my ‘lover’s’ cock, and then he will fuck me, getting his sloppy seconds. He eggs me on as I fill my mouth with his hard dick, and one of us fucks me with the dildo. I do enjoy the feeling of two hard cocks filling my holes. I really enjoy feeling my ‘lovers’ when they cum. My husband fills my mouth and the other one ‘fucking’ me will cum as well, always deep inside me. If only that were real.

The compromise we worked out, was for me to sit in a lounge somewhere and have someone ‘pick me up’. It is actually ‘pick me up’ and ‘feel me up’. No fucking, no blow jobs. I still had objections, I really didn’t need to have another man, but I was definitely intrigued. The deal included my husband had to watch, no hiding anywhere, and I would let another man feel just about any part of my body. It was all to be discreet, no blatant displays of nudity, and I remain in charge. He would be told who and where my husband was, and if I gave a predetermined signal, he would be there in a flash, to end the problem. Whatever it took. The potential ‘feeler’ would need to agree to whatever I said, when I said it. It was up to me to make him understand that my husband will ruin his day if he drifts off the course I had charted for him. If they agree to the rules, I offer only one promise, If they can make me cum, I will ‘relieve them’ one way or another. So I will have another man’s cock in my hand sometime tonight if all goes well. Either way I win, my husband is going to fuck me tonight, and it may not be the first hard dick I touched after dinner tonight!

After checking in, we relaxed for a few moments. The nervousness of both of us weighed heavy in the air. My husband went into the shower first knowing it would take me longer to prepare. While I waited, I laid out my clothes for the evening. A black wrap dress with side tie, a white thin sheer top to wear under the dress (to minimize ‘the girls’ movement somewhat. It still allowed all the feeling of bare tits under the dress) sheer panties, thigh highs again in black and black three-inch heels with an ankle strap. I was to make sure my hair and make-up were just the way I wanted them, sophisticated not slutty, and to have a smooth pussy, with the exception of my landing strip, or wisp has my husband calls it. I stripped down in anticipation of the shower and glanced in the mirror. For months I have worked on sculpting a better body, the fruits were coming to fruition. My husband never asked for it, but I wanted it. Looking back at the reflection, I was actually pleased to see myself in the nude. I still wanted a breast lift for some sagginess, and a tuck here or there. But overall I liked my nude image looking back at me.

My husband exited the bathroom, prancing his nude self around the room. I love this man dearly and hope that we can make tonight a special one. Even if we don’t find the right man to feel my body. My nipples harden at the thought. I see my husband’s nude body, and just want to put his cock in my mouth. Maybe I should give him a blow job before we go. If we do find someone, I am sure that they will bring me to orgasm while playing with my body. I walk over to him, get on my knees and immediately take his soft dick, and put it in my mouth. I suck on it, kiss it, run my tongue down the shaft, all while maintaining eye contact with him. I pull out only to mention the things that are going to happen to me tonight. “Somebody is going to touch your wife tonight, I am going to let another man see my pussy baby, a man I just met is rolling my nipples between his fingers.” I love the teasing part. I also like the potential reality. I had to stop. We had to get going. I promised him a fantasy; I needed to work on fulfilling it.

After showering, make-up and hair, I asked my husband to hand me my clothes for the evening, he is not to look, just hand them to me. Also, bring my jewelry. I dressed, adding the drop earrings and long necklace last. The necklace was low enough that the pendant stopped right in the middle of my cleavage. I was going to make the men I met tonight look at my tits! I stepped out for the unveiling for my private audience. He had such a proud and horny look about him, I just wanted to remove my panties and mount him right there. Let’s cut through the b.s. and fuck now, why wait. Maybe nobody will play by our rules and we end up back here anyway. We both know I am going to take a hubby’s loads of cum tonight, let’s do it now.

But I thought the build up would be more fun. We went down and had dinner. A fruity tropical drink before dinner, glass of wine during, and another fancy umbrella type drink with desert. The conversation with dinner, was light. Both of us too nervous to offer an answer longer than yes or no.

Just before we were done, I went to the ladies room. Perhaps to take some deep breaths for courage. I checked my make-up, checked inventory in my bag. Phone, room key, make-up and a bottle of lube (if I have to jerk someone off I needed some lube) and headed back out. My husband waiting for me. The lounge was next to the restaurant, the next room over actually.

Here it is. The moment of truth. We looked at each other. He told me he loved me, and we could do what we planned or not, it was up to me. I breathed deep and told him I want to try. If it works, great for both of us, if not, it will still be great for both of us. I reached up on my toes, and he lowered his ear “I am going to fuck you either way dear, I am going to suck your cock and you are going to fuck me with the big black dildo I brought tonight. Then you can cum in my well used cunt!”

His eyes opened wide. I said the right things.

Hubby went to the bar. I went to a corner booth and sat down. The waiter took my order and told him to bill it to my husband at the bar. He asked if my husband would be joining me, and replied that he would later. I also asked for a tablecloth, dark colored if possible. He assured me he would find something for me. Remember you always get good service if you let them look down your shirt! The crowd was the out-of-towner business types, just what we wanted. No commitments, no drama, feel my tits, rub my ass, and go back to where you came from.

A man soon came over and asked me to dance. Not being what I was looking for I declined, adding I was waiting for my husband. Truth be told I did not know who I was looking for. It would just happen I figured. I looked to my husband, nursing his drink, and rubbed my earring. Our signal that everything was ok at the moment. The waiter returned with the tablecloth and drink. I made sure to offer the best possible view of my tits. You really can’t see much, but it is enough for most men. He got close when he threw the cloth over the table, the length almost to the floor. Perfect.

The next man that came over seemed to be a good prospect. Well dressed and distinguished looking, he asked if I was alone or waiting for someone. I told him I was alone. He asked if he could join me. He was being such a gentlemen, almost too much for what I was here for. His name was Walter, and we talked briefly about his business and why he was here in Tampa. I wanted him to talk to disguise the fact that I was a local looking for somebody to feel my tits. Too soon for that info. He asked me for a dance, the floor had a few couples dancing to a slow tune. I accepted. We danced while holding hands, a comfortable distance between us. Always the gentlemen, he seemed to be the real deal. Not the guy in town for the night looking to get in my pants. Although that would work out too. After the song was over we went back to the table. Walter had asked that the drinks be refreshed while we were gone. He told me that he had a confession to make. “I saw you sitting here, lovely as you are, and thought I had to spend time with you. My intentions were not completely pure; but will be if you preferred it that way.” Wow, he came right out and said it. Complete honesty. I ate it up. Walter has become my new friend.

Now that Walter had opened up, it was now my turn. I explained to him that I was there to spend time with another man. My husband is at the bar watching us. I left it at that for a moment. He asked if we were going to want the three of us together, because he didn’t think he could do that. I told him that was not the case, and explained how this would work. He had to be discreet, everything was to be subtle. No overt actions or the guy at the bar would bring this to a halt. Very quickly. He thought it over and was still not sure about it. I told him we should go to the dance floor and try it out.

We started dancing similar to our first. I made the somewhat aggressive move to be closer to him. He started warming to the idea. I could see the confidence grow with every dance step. Now, with him feeling ready he started moving in on me. At first, a too tight grip on my ass, an outright squeeze of one of my tits. I had to tell him slow down, I took his open hand, sliding down my ass, and showed him, I then twisted his hand to allow the back of his hand to graze my breast. “See Walter gentle, gentle.” He told me I seemed nervous. I was, I told him not to confuse nervousness with resistance.

“Walter I am here for you. My body awaits your touch. No limits Walter, touch me. He slowly reached into the slit of the skirt, slowly deliberately he grazed his fingers over my thighs, stocking tops and to the base of my boy shorts (I did purchase a size larger to allow for better access) “See Walter, you can touch me, if you stay within the rules, I will not deny you. I am here for this purpose. I will receive pleasure, you will receive pleasure and my husband will receive pleasure. We all win Walter.”

Walter now had the wind in his sales, I told him to use my body for our mutual pleasure. His confidence fully apparent, we walked back to the table. There was a reason Walter had been successful in business. He carried himself well. While portraying himself to me as a perfect gentleman, you can see that he usually gets what he wants. We sat closer this time. He immediately placed his hand on my knee. “No Walter, place it here.” Moving the fabric covering my leg, exposing the upper band of the stocking, I took his hand and placed it inside the leg hole of my panties, I guided his hand to my wisp of hair and gently pushed his hand down to my now swollen pussy. “Walter, I need you to touch my pussy.” His face lighting up like a c***d at Christmas. He needed no further coaching; he spread me open and found my clitoris, slowing working around, as if taking a tour. I assured him it was just what I needed, “please keep touching me,” I moaned.

We were both following the rules, being discreet. When someone approached or got too close he would stop, but not remove his hands or fingers, whatever was necessary at the time. He circled my pussy with great care, pulling at the exposed lips, and then diving a couple of fingers as deep as he could into my hot wet pussy, he had assumed control and I had let him. His pace quickened, his exploration of my body had begun in earnest. He grazed his hands over my fabric-covered nipples, he slip his fingers into the gap between the dress and the shirt underneath, the probing of my pussy took on urgency for both of us. I wanted to cum. He stopped. He looked to me and said “You are close to an orgasm, aren’t you?” I told him yes. “I want you to make eye contact with me as I bring you to orgasm. Remember people are around. Keep looking into my eyes.”

Walter had me, he knew it, I knew it, and my husband probably knew it too. Walter continued his thumb working my clit, some fingers in my pussy, and another finger reaching to my ass, flicking my anus with each thrust of his fingers. I was going to cum, hard, now. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, I came on Walters’s fingers. The waves of pleasure were slow to subside. I wet his hand pretty good and could feel the wetness all over my thighs. Here I was am married woman, husband sitting twenty feet away, watching what he could of his wife being used by this business man. Or was I actually using him? All while sitting in a hotel lounge with people around.

Walter withdrew his hand. He asked if I was ok, of course I was, I was just fingered to orgasm at his hand. He whispered into my ear a request. I nodded and got up from the table.

I went to the ladies room, barely in the door I pulled the dress over my head, if someone were to walk in right now, not only my fellow woman would see my ass clearly through the sheer panties, the others sitting in the restaurant by the ladies room would too. I did not care, let them look, I feel great! I stood and lifted the thin shirt off, my tits now exposed and quickly pulled off my panties, now completely nude, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. In the stall, door open, dress in hand I announced to my reflection “I’m a dirty whore, and I like it!” I settled down, the rush subsiding. I had an orgasm at a table out in the lounge, I stripped naked where if a door opened anyone could see me nude, big titties and wisp of pussy hair, and I didn’t care.

I reached into the goody bag and removed the lube, Walter only requested I take off the panties and do something with them. Walter did not ask for the shirt underneath to be removed or me squirting the lube onto my fingers and lubricating my anus. Slowly rubbing my anus I inserted a fingertip. With my other hand, I rubbed my clitoris. Anal play did not happen often, but did feel good when the time was right. This was the time. I inserted a second finger into my own ass while furiously playing with my clit, the tension was intense, I wanted to cum again. The spasms came in rolling waves, I could feel them flexing in my ass. Oh god! Yes. If only my husband could see this. I do play with my ass when we have sex, it feels good and brings on the orgasm waves quicker. But he has never seen me fingering my ass while playing with my pussy in a restaurant bathroom!

I put the dress back on, I glanced in the mirror as I washed my hands of any evidence. A woman came into the bathroom and quickly got in to a stall. I could see her legs shifting, wiggling and then her panties falling to her ankles, stepping out of them, she exited the stall, shot a knowing smile at me and left. If only she knew how liberating it would have been with the door open. Someone could have seen her ass or pussy just like they almost saw mine.

I left the room and started towards the lounge, I looked for the woman that just removed her panties, I could not find her. I walked with confidence sizing up all the men at their tables, whether with their wives, girlfriends or business partners, only my Walter and my husband were going to play with me. Go ahead look, come to the lounge soon and watch Walter and me.

I walked into the lounge and went to my husband. I handed him my panties. He took them and started to put them away. I stopped him. Walter requested I remove them and give them to you. He said he would continue to play with me, as long as the panties remain on the bar. Once they are removed from the bar, everything stops. “Do you understand?” I asked. “Yes I understand, but what do you want me to do?” good question hubby. “You also have to explain to whoever asks that they belong to your wife, and point me out to them, so they will know I am with Walter and not you, my husband. His eyes widened, then went back to normal. “What happened to you being in control of this, are you letting him run the show here?” My answer of “Yes, he is in control, he wanted it and I let him have it. I now plan on going back over there and letting him use my body for our mutual pleasure. He made me cum honey, hard, and I do mean hard, it was quite the rush. I am using him, not the other way around. I have removed my panties at his request. I have lubed and fingered my own ass for him. And now I give my panties to you to remind you of all of the pleasure the three of us are receiving.” “OK dear what would you like me to do?”

“Simple, leave the panties on the bar.”

I walked back towards Walter; I slid in and raised the back of the dress so only my bare ass was touching the front part of the leather cushion. I leaned and placed my leg over Walter’s. “I have completed all your requests, now what Walter, please tell me what to do. “Sit back and enjoy. But, one other thing, you must look to your husband with each orgasm you feel.”

With that Walter picked up where he dropped off. His thumb stayed with my clit, two fingers inside my hungry wet pussy, and now two fingers up my ass. With each and every orgasm, I looked to my husband. My husband would know I was cumming, he has seen it before. Walter stopped removing his hands when people came around, no point to it, I did not care, someone might be able to glance at my open cunt, but I would want them to see. This whole affair was that good.

Walter finally stopped. He said I looked done. And I was, almost. Tell your husband to come over here. I waved him to come over. We never discussed that gesture. He eventually came over. Walter immediately stood to shake his hand. My juices practically dripping off his hand. My husband knew what it was on Walter’s hand. He smiled, Walter smiled and I finally sat up.

I just wanted to thank you for this special evening. I have one last request of your wife. Well, two actually. Walter was reaching into his pants. I want you to ask your wife to suck me off. “Honey, will you suck Walter’s cock?” I didn’t answer, I bent over, not caring who saw and stuffed his cock in my mouth. He immediately started cumming. I wanted every last drop. And I did it.

Now . Walter started, I want you to kiss your husband right now with that whore mouth. I went right over and rammed my tongue into his mouth. Kiss your whore wife I would softly repeat.

I told hubby and Walter I have something for them to do for me. They quickly agreed. Let’s go to our room.

And off we went.

I grabbed the hands of my two men, we walked through the lobby together, my tits were trying to fallout with every step. I didn’t care. In the elevator hubby stood behind us, I placed Walter’s hand on my ass; raise my dress Walter, I asked. He began the rise of the dress until my husband could see my ass. Take a good look dear, I want you to think about it. Walter has been in my ass almost as many times as you. And it felt good. I didn’t mean to sound so nasty about it, but I had given him what he wanted. He wanted me felt up and I did it. Walter touched me everywhere honey, he rubbed my clit, fingered my whore pussy and he fingered my ass. I gave him everything I have ever given you except one thing. And if you two agree to MY rules, there will no longer be anything that I have not given Walter.

We exited the elevator and stopped before the door to our room. Gentlemen thus far tonight, I have given control of my body to you. Now I want something for me. BUT, you must agree before we go in. I will tell you it will be at a much slower pace, and less intense to start. But, it will lead to pleasure for us all. This is only for my pleasure. Do we understand each other? If not, I bid you goodnight.

Of course they both agreed. Then let’s go! We entered the room, no lights yet please I instructed. I went to the large bay windows and opened the curtains. The skyline could be seen in the distance, behind it the darkness of the Gulf of Mexico. The runway to the airport was right here as well as one taxi way. I wanted someone to watch, but not today I guess. Walter please remove your clothes. Everything. Hubby started to undress; I looked to him and stated “not you”.

Walter stood naked, bathed only in the light from outside. He was in good shape, and his penis was already hard. I walked up to Walter and started kissing him, softly but passionately. My hands constantly roving over his chest and stomach and down to his penis. I got on my knees and started kissing, licking and stroking his penis. Walter, you gave me great pleasure tonight, I kept moving all around his body, kissing, nibbling. This night was the culmination of years of persistence on my husband’s part, you benefited from it as well. But right now with your nude body I want you do something for me. “Anything”. I knew he would say that. Walter, I want you to make love to me. What we had downstairs was lust. We all had it, we all needed the releases we had, I enjoyed tasting your semen for the first time. Of course, hubby has not had his release yet. No, Walter I want you to enter my vagina and make love to me, slowly for as long as we can.

I want my husband to watch as me, his wife points your beautiful penis into my vagina, I want him to see me as I spread my legs to offer my treasure to you. I want him to see my breasts sway gently as you make love to me. Can you do that for me Walter? “Yes I can. Do you have a condom?”

Ah yes, another request of mine. I do not want anything between us as we make love. I want to feel the tip of your penis enter me; I want to feel every vein on your penis touching my labia as it goes In and out. I want to feel you inside me and sensation of the release of your sperm inside me, I want to place pressure on your testicles as we make love to coax as much out as I had downstairs, I want you to fill my vagina with your sperm. “I can do that”. Thank you Walter please come to the bed. Honey, please turn on a small light. I want you to watch as Walter makes love to me. I want you to see us become one. I want you to watch and I want to be watched. Please watch as I guide Walter’s penis into my vagina. I grasped Walter’s penis and placed it at the entrance to my vagina. Please watch hubby, as he enters your wife. Walter slowly entered my vagina, no effort, I was well lubricated from earlier events.

Do you see him honey? I can feel him, oh so deep. Please Walter continue making love to this man’s wife. We kept up the pace, I opened the top of my dress to allow everyone to see my breasts as they swayed. Are you liking this honey? Watching Walter make love to your wife. Do you like my legs spread and offering my vagina to this new man. All he could say was “yes dear”. Walter are you ready to spread your sperm deep inside me? “Almost” he replied. Honey, come here quickly. Sit on the bed next to me as Walter makes love to me, hold my hand. Walter is about to give us the gift of his sperm inside me. Come on Walter, give me your warm sperm.

Walter tensed up and with several short bursts, I could feel the warmth coming from his penis and into me, I tried to spread my legs further to get him deeper, but it was far enough. Honey ,please take off your clothes. Walter please dress and leave us. Thank you for a wonderful night. Walter dressed and left. Hubby come here. Please insert your penis into me, you can become one with me as well. Please shoot your sperm inside with Walters. Please tell me you love me. “Honey, I love you.”

The next morning I awoke to the sun shining. I was home. I looked and saw the dress hanging on the door. Honey, where are you? My husband came out of the bathroom nude, with a building erection. “My goodness. What are you thinking about so early in the morning? “I’m thinking about our journey to Tampa tonight, I confirmed the reservation. Are you feeling up to it?

Oh yes, Yes I am. I feel like I’ve been there already.