Anyone else want to take there wife to a motel and just let random guys come in and fuck her as they want to . Maybe even while she is ...... .
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I would be happy to fuck your wife.
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I would also happy to fuck your wife. Ppl here can fuck my wife too
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My thoughts on this as a woman :
1. If she's asleep/...... and hasn't given her consent first then it's ...... and that's not going to do your relationship any good.
2. It isn't much of a fuck if she can ...... through it.
3. If she's up for it - just do it, she'll enjoy acting out her slut fantasies and you'll be rock hard watching them use her like that xx
I am in agreement here. I’ll add to that. I wouldn’t want my wife extremely ......, either. I would want her aware of her senses so she can properly experience what another man has to offer.
Totally. A couple of drinks are OK to settle the nerves but she needs to be fully aware so she can enjoy every moment and importantly remember how much she loved it later so that she will want to do it again and again x
In our first or second year of wife sharing, we were staying at a motel with a great swimming pool (super long, perfect for serious laps) and with a jumping nightclub next door. But we had arrived too late, so the outside pool would have to wait until the next day. And I had to go to dinner with some business contacts that evening—without her. It wasn’t a fair arrangement, but a necessary one. She couldn’t accompany us, as she would be the only female there and she would distract all us men, as had happened before; besides she would be getting a special treat that night—or at least that was our plan. She and I hoped to find a man that night to entertain her in my absence that night.
Sadly, we were ill-equipped for her possible encounter. Our only plan was for me to visit the nightclub and stir up some interest in her, by showing a few single men a nude photo of her, and then she would show up, after I left, and let some guy pick her up, take him back to our hotel room, and fuck him good. Although she agreed to the plan, it was mostly my idea. If truth be told, she was more than a little anxious and fearful. In all her previous adventures with other men, I was with her—at least during the first encounters—and the pace was a slow one, starting with meeting and knowing the man and, sometimes after the second, ending his climbing on top of her naked body with my guidance. In contrast, she would have to forgo all that and let a strange man seduce her in less than an hour.
The first step in our plan was for me to take a Polaroid photo of her lying on the hotel bed entirely naked, except for her shoes and a necklace. The picture turned out well; it showed her reclined on the bed, naked, her legs open wide, a devilish smile on her face, and her hands covering her breasts, but not completely. She was nervous and quickly dressed again. I was a little less than steady, but the deadline of my having to be elsewhere in an hour forced us to act boldly. I walked in the nightclub, my first time there, and I sat next to a fit-looking, middle-aged guy at the bar. Once I got my drink and after we said our hellos, I showed him the picture, being careful to cover her exposed pussy with my thumb. I asked him if he had seen her. He acted suspicious and asked if I was a cop or private eye. I laughed and told him, “No, I am just a horny guy that had seen her last month in this night club. She’s married, but her husband gets off on her screwing around with other men. I hope no one else has got to her before me.”
I then showed him the entire photo, while I told him how much I enjoyed fucking her last month. A little later, I gave the same story to one other guy, before I left for my dinner date with my clients. She was supposed to walk in right after me, dressed to ......, and sit at the bar and wait for one of the men who had seen the photo to make move on her.
I enjoyed my night out with the guys, but my thoughts kept returning to her and the sex she might be having without me. What if the guy refused to wear the condoms we had brought? What if both men who had seen her photo returned to our hotel room with her? What if the strange man had a huge cock or was into rough sex. My stomach began to turn from a crazy mixture of sexual delight and fear. I returned at about 10pm, an hour earlier than I had planned, and I found her reading a book in bed. Under the covers she was completely naked, but not recently fucked. At the time, I was majorly disappointed, but later I realized that I had been asking a bit too much from her and I was glad that she didn’t bring a guy back to our room. I realized that the situation was just too dangerous for her, as the guy might rough her up or several men might have followed her back to our hotel room; I don’t know if she could have handled a gang bang, but I knew that I couldn’t cope with it. Nonetheless, we had a good time fantasizing about what might have happened.
Later that year, we returned to the motel, with better results.
Sadly, we were ill-equipped for her possible encounter. Our only plan was for me to visit the nightclub and stir up some interest in her, by showing a few single men a nude photo of her, and then she would show up, after I left, and let some guy pick her up, take him back to our hotel room, and fuck him good. Although she agreed to the plan, it was mostly my idea. If truth be told, she was more than a little anxious and fearful. In all her previous adventures with other men, I was with her—at least during the first encounters—and the pace was a slow one, starting with meeting and knowing the man and, sometimes after the second, ending his climbing on top of her naked body with my guidance. In contrast, she would have to forgo all that and let a strange man seduce her in less than an hour.
The first step in our plan was for me to take a Polaroid photo of her lying on the hotel bed entirely naked, except for her shoes and a necklace. The picture turned out well; it showed her reclined on the bed, naked, her legs open wide, a devilish smile on her face, and her hands covering her breasts, but not completely. She was nervous and quickly dressed again. I was a little less than steady, but the deadline of my having to be elsewhere in an hour forced us to act boldly. I walked in the nightclub, my first time there, and I sat next to a fit-looking, middle-aged guy at the bar. Once I got my drink and after we said our hellos, I showed him the picture, being careful to cover her exposed pussy with my thumb. I asked him if he had seen her. He acted suspicious and asked if I was a cop or private eye. I laughed and told him, “No, I am just a horny guy that had seen her last month in this night club. She’s married, but her husband gets off on her screwing around with other men. I hope no one else has got to her before me.”
I then showed him the entire photo, while I told him how much I enjoyed fucking her last month. A little later, I gave the same story to one other guy, before I left for my dinner date with my clients. She was supposed to walk in right after me, dressed to ......, and sit at the bar and wait for one of the men who had seen the photo to make move on her.
I enjoyed my night out with the guys, but my thoughts kept returning to her and the sex she might be having without me. What if the guy refused to wear the condoms we had brought? What if both men who had seen her photo returned to our hotel room with her? What if the strange man had a huge cock or was into rough sex. My stomach began to turn from a crazy mixture of sexual delight and fear. I returned at about 10pm, an hour earlier than I had planned, and I found her reading a book in bed. Under the covers she was completely naked, but not recently fucked. At the time, I was majorly disappointed, but later I realized that I had been asking a bit too much from her and I was glad that she didn’t bring a guy back to our room. I realized that the situation was just too dangerous for her, as the guy might rough her up or several men might have followed her back to our hotel room; I don’t know if she could have handled a gang bang, but I knew that I couldn’t cope with it. Nonetheless, we had a good time fantasizing about what might have happened.
Later that year, we returned to the motel, with better results.
About four months later, we were planning on staying at the same hotel again for just one night, and then we would drive on to the big city, where we would spend the night and where my buddy wanted us to look in on his cat, while he was off on a long business trip. She surprised me by asking me if I was going to show her nude picture around the nightclub again. After what had not happened last time, it didn’t even occur to me that I might. I told her that that I didn’t plan on it. She said something like, “too bad.”
This got me instantly interested and I pressured her for more explication. She was vague, but I gathered that she liked the idea of me showing the photo of her naked to strange men, even if she wasn’t willing to follow through by picking one up afterwards. I could tell that she was asking me about something more than just my showing her picture to strange men, so I asked her if she would be willing to fuck a stranger, if I brought a man back with me from the nightclub. She said that she would be, as long as I was there while he fucked her. I liked this idea a great deal. We spent the next four nights going over some possible scenarios that involved her and the man—or men—that I brought back with me into our hotel room.
The two nights before our drive up to the hotel, we made a point of my not fucking her, as we wanted her pussy to be extra tight, in case the stranger had a small cock. We both got sexual relief, but without fucking. Indeed, we were ...... on sex, going over all the possibilities, all the sex she would have with another man…or men. Talking about her being fucked by two or three made both her and me dizzy with lust. But this might have been a mistake, which I was going to find out soon.
The big day was gloomy and wet. The previous trip had been in late summer and the cool pool was refreshing on those hot nights. Now, no one dared approach the sealed off pool. In fact, we feared that the nightclub might be empty, as few would be willing to brave the rain. So, we were relieved to see the parking lot to the nightclub half full. We rushed into our hotel room to escape the drizzling rain and cold. Once we were packed away, I told her that she had to get naked for the camera. She seemed hesitant and a bit frightened. I sat her down and told her that she didn’t have to do anything that she didn’t want to do, but she did have to tell me what she didn’t want to do.
She confessed to being extremely nervous about what might happen that night. To better understand her fear, imagine that you have revealed to your wife that you would welcome a homosexual experience, just to see what it was like. Your wife becomes so tickled by the thought of you sucking cock and being ass fucked that she tells you elaborate fantasies, where you suck off several big men, while being fucked from behind. You both get off on these fantasies, but you take comfort in their being only fantasies. Then, one day, she tells that you are in luck, as her old friend from college is passing through your town and he is gay and she invited him to spend the night at your place. She also tells you that her old buddy is eager to stick his cock in your mouth and that he looks like a linebacker or bouncer, standing six foot four and weighing 300lbs of muscle. How worried would you be? Say that he called and said that he is bringing his boyfriend with him. How about now, would you be nervous?
She told me that she only wanted one man to join us; and she said that the older he was, the more she would like it. I assured her that I would bring back only guy and I promised to try to find an older gentlemen for her. At last, she became more self-assured and calm. Soon, she had all her clothes off. I took a new picture of her naked on the hotel bed with our Polaroid camera and I added it to the pile of photos that she didn’t know I had in my jacket pocket.
I entered the dark and half-filled nightclub and sat next to a single guy who was in his early forties and wearing a good suit. We started chatting, while I kept scanning the room. He asked if I was looking for someone. This took me by surprise, as I didn't think I was being so obvious. I showed him the photo of my wife naked and asked if he had seen her. His eyes pooped and he said that he hadn’t. I told that she was married but her husband liked other men fucking her and she was supposed to show up in the nightclub. He had a bunch of questions for me and I answered them all honestly, without giving away that we were married. I showed him about three Polaroid photos and he liked looking at them. I had planned on showing the pictures to several men, but I liked him and I thought that my wife would as well, although I wished he was more fit.
At last, I told him that I was sure where I could find her and I asked him if he wanted to tag along. He looked supremely confused, but he got up, put on a big raincoat, and followed me back to our hotel room. I knocked on the door before opening it. I wasn’t sure what I would find inside, as when I had left, I told her I would like to see her completely naked, lying on the bed, her open legs facing the door, her pussy fully exposed. She complained about not wanting to be completely naked, so I relented and I told her that she could wear her black-lace stockings and heels, but nothing else. She asked if a garter belt was also ok and I told her it was.
So, as I pushed the door open, I wasn’t sure what I would see; she might be still completely dressed, as might not have felt willing to go through with it; or, she might be completely naked just to prove me wrong in underestimating her. In fact, I was absolutely sure that she would be gone, that she would have felt too embarrassed from my having shown the pictures of her naked body to strange men, that she would have gotten fully dressed and headed for the car or a coffee shop. I began to think of what I would have to tell the guy, when he saw that the room was empty.
I pushed the door open into the silent room and she was there, lying on the king-sized bed six feet from the door. She was wearing her black-lace stockings and shiny black leather high heels, but no garter belt; and her legs were opened, very opened, revealing her red pubic hair and delicate labia; but she also wore her heavy jacket. It had been a cold, dreary, rain-filled day and it was more than a bit cold in our room. She smiled at me in playful manner that seemed to say, “See, I could go through with it.”
I introduced her to our guest and offered him a drink, which he declined, while she continued to lay on the bed with her legs wantonly opened. Her pussy looked both a tad red and moist, as if she had been fingering herself before we had entered the room. He and I took off our thick jackets and she remained still, except for her right hand, which she had brought down to her pussy, not to cover it from view, but so she could play with herself! I was impressed. She was giving us a good show and show is what it was, as she masturbating the way a porn star or stripper would, with big exaggerated movements. Her normal fingering was much more delicate and was usually limited to the top of her pussy, just above her clit. But now she was sticking her fingers deep inside her vagina and pulling her tiny labia out and apart, so our guest could see her opening more clearly. While she played with herself, I kept talking; and our guest just watched her, with an open mouth and an intense stare.
She apologized to me for wearing the jacket, explaining that although she had turned up the heat, the room refused to get warm. I walked over to the heater against the wall and saw that she had turned the heat up 78 but she had failed to turn on heater, which I did for her. Soon the heater was loudly puffing away. She jumped off the bed and ran to the heater. I loved seeing her strut bottomless in front our guest. Her legs and ass never looked sexier, as her large jacket covered everything else, forsing our eyes down to her lovely bottom half, her pale white ass cheeks and red pubic hair nicely contrasting with her black-lace stockings.
She stood in front of the heater and we all chatted a bit. She asked me for the photo I had shown our guest and I took all of them out of my pocket and handed the stack to her. She then did something that she did often, which is not easy to describe, but which perfectly captured her personality. She acted as if she had forgotten that she was standing half naked in front of a strange man and that the room was filled with awkward sexual tension, as both this strange man and I wanted her to be fucked by him. But as she looked at the photos and made comments about them, she seemed to have taken a time out, during which time her nakedness and the possible sucking and fucking were absent from everyone’s thoughts, as the sexual tension had been put on hold. This sort of thing had happened many times before and I never encountered again with another woman.
Our guest stood next to her and looked at the Polaroid photos with her, giving her compliments and throaty approvals as she flipped through the short stack. I leaned in as well and I was struck by how I could smell her pussy, no doubt because her fingers had just been inside her vagina. She liked one of the photos a great deal, as it was the most artistic and least lewd. He told us he preferred the photo of her sucking two cocks at once and he asked her if she liked sucking cock as much as the photo seemed to imply. Her answer was a brief, but satisfactory, “Oh, yes, I do—very much.”
I had only shown him three photos in the nightclub, but the stack held closer to ten photos, so when she flip up a new one, he pressed in even closer to her to get a good view. One photo showed her being fucked in the missionary position on the floor of our place, with another naked man standing next to her and her regular lover, watching the two fuck, as if he was waiting his turn, which he was in fact. Our guest blew an almost silent whistle before asking her how long had she and I been letting men fuck her.
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This got me instantly interested and I pressured her for more explication. She was vague, but I gathered that she liked the idea of me showing the photo of her naked to strange men, even if she wasn’t willing to follow through by picking one up afterwards. I could tell that she was asking me about something more than just my showing her picture to strange men, so I asked her if she would be willing to fuck a stranger, if I brought a man back with me from the nightclub. She said that she would be, as long as I was there while he fucked her. I liked this idea a great deal. We spent the next four nights going over some possible scenarios that involved her and the man—or men—that I brought back with me into our hotel room.
The two nights before our drive up to the hotel, we made a point of my not fucking her, as we wanted her pussy to be extra tight, in case the stranger had a small cock. We both got sexual relief, but without fucking. Indeed, we were ...... on sex, going over all the possibilities, all the sex she would have with another man…or men. Talking about her being fucked by two or three made both her and me dizzy with lust. But this might have been a mistake, which I was going to find out soon.
The big day was gloomy and wet. The previous trip had been in late summer and the cool pool was refreshing on those hot nights. Now, no one dared approach the sealed off pool. In fact, we feared that the nightclub might be empty, as few would be willing to brave the rain. So, we were relieved to see the parking lot to the nightclub half full. We rushed into our hotel room to escape the drizzling rain and cold. Once we were packed away, I told her that she had to get naked for the camera. She seemed hesitant and a bit frightened. I sat her down and told her that she didn’t have to do anything that she didn’t want to do, but she did have to tell me what she didn’t want to do.
She confessed to being extremely nervous about what might happen that night. To better understand her fear, imagine that you have revealed to your wife that you would welcome a homosexual experience, just to see what it was like. Your wife becomes so tickled by the thought of you sucking cock and being ass fucked that she tells you elaborate fantasies, where you suck off several big men, while being fucked from behind. You both get off on these fantasies, but you take comfort in their being only fantasies. Then, one day, she tells that you are in luck, as her old friend from college is passing through your town and he is gay and she invited him to spend the night at your place. She also tells you that her old buddy is eager to stick his cock in your mouth and that he looks like a linebacker or bouncer, standing six foot four and weighing 300lbs of muscle. How worried would you be? Say that he called and said that he is bringing his boyfriend with him. How about now, would you be nervous?
She told me that she only wanted one man to join us; and she said that the older he was, the more she would like it. I assured her that I would bring back only guy and I promised to try to find an older gentlemen for her. At last, she became more self-assured and calm. Soon, she had all her clothes off. I took a new picture of her naked on the hotel bed with our Polaroid camera and I added it to the pile of photos that she didn’t know I had in my jacket pocket.
I entered the dark and half-filled nightclub and sat next to a single guy who was in his early forties and wearing a good suit. We started chatting, while I kept scanning the room. He asked if I was looking for someone. This took me by surprise, as I didn't think I was being so obvious. I showed him the photo of my wife naked and asked if he had seen her. His eyes pooped and he said that he hadn’t. I told that she was married but her husband liked other men fucking her and she was supposed to show up in the nightclub. He had a bunch of questions for me and I answered them all honestly, without giving away that we were married. I showed him about three Polaroid photos and he liked looking at them. I had planned on showing the pictures to several men, but I liked him and I thought that my wife would as well, although I wished he was more fit.
At last, I told him that I was sure where I could find her and I asked him if he wanted to tag along. He looked supremely confused, but he got up, put on a big raincoat, and followed me back to our hotel room. I knocked on the door before opening it. I wasn’t sure what I would find inside, as when I had left, I told her I would like to see her completely naked, lying on the bed, her open legs facing the door, her pussy fully exposed. She complained about not wanting to be completely naked, so I relented and I told her that she could wear her black-lace stockings and heels, but nothing else. She asked if a garter belt was also ok and I told her it was.
So, as I pushed the door open, I wasn’t sure what I would see; she might be still completely dressed, as might not have felt willing to go through with it; or, she might be completely naked just to prove me wrong in underestimating her. In fact, I was absolutely sure that she would be gone, that she would have felt too embarrassed from my having shown the pictures of her naked body to strange men, that she would have gotten fully dressed and headed for the car or a coffee shop. I began to think of what I would have to tell the guy, when he saw that the room was empty.
I pushed the door open into the silent room and she was there, lying on the king-sized bed six feet from the door. She was wearing her black-lace stockings and shiny black leather high heels, but no garter belt; and her legs were opened, very opened, revealing her red pubic hair and delicate labia; but she also wore her heavy jacket. It had been a cold, dreary, rain-filled day and it was more than a bit cold in our room. She smiled at me in playful manner that seemed to say, “See, I could go through with it.”
I introduced her to our guest and offered him a drink, which he declined, while she continued to lay on the bed with her legs wantonly opened. Her pussy looked both a tad red and moist, as if she had been fingering herself before we had entered the room. He and I took off our thick jackets and she remained still, except for her right hand, which she had brought down to her pussy, not to cover it from view, but so she could play with herself! I was impressed. She was giving us a good show and show is what it was, as she masturbating the way a porn star or stripper would, with big exaggerated movements. Her normal fingering was much more delicate and was usually limited to the top of her pussy, just above her clit. But now she was sticking her fingers deep inside her vagina and pulling her tiny labia out and apart, so our guest could see her opening more clearly. While she played with herself, I kept talking; and our guest just watched her, with an open mouth and an intense stare.
She apologized to me for wearing the jacket, explaining that although she had turned up the heat, the room refused to get warm. I walked over to the heater against the wall and saw that she had turned the heat up 78 but she had failed to turn on heater, which I did for her. Soon the heater was loudly puffing away. She jumped off the bed and ran to the heater. I loved seeing her strut bottomless in front our guest. Her legs and ass never looked sexier, as her large jacket covered everything else, forsing our eyes down to her lovely bottom half, her pale white ass cheeks and red pubic hair nicely contrasting with her black-lace stockings.
She stood in front of the heater and we all chatted a bit. She asked me for the photo I had shown our guest and I took all of them out of my pocket and handed the stack to her. She then did something that she did often, which is not easy to describe, but which perfectly captured her personality. She acted as if she had forgotten that she was standing half naked in front of a strange man and that the room was filled with awkward sexual tension, as both this strange man and I wanted her to be fucked by him. But as she looked at the photos and made comments about them, she seemed to have taken a time out, during which time her nakedness and the possible sucking and fucking were absent from everyone’s thoughts, as the sexual tension had been put on hold. This sort of thing had happened many times before and I never encountered again with another woman.
Our guest stood next to her and looked at the Polaroid photos with her, giving her compliments and throaty approvals as she flipped through the short stack. I leaned in as well and I was struck by how I could smell her pussy, no doubt because her fingers had just been inside her vagina. She liked one of the photos a great deal, as it was the most artistic and least lewd. He told us he preferred the photo of her sucking two cocks at once and he asked her if she liked sucking cock as much as the photo seemed to imply. Her answer was a brief, but satisfactory, “Oh, yes, I do—very much.”
I had only shown him three photos in the nightclub, but the stack held closer to ten photos, so when she flip up a new one, he pressed in even closer to her to get a good view. One photo showed her being fucked in the missionary position on the floor of our place, with another naked man standing next to her and her regular lover, watching the two fuck, as if he was waiting his turn, which he was in fact. Our guest blew an almost silent whistle before asking her how long had she and I been letting men fuck her.
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She explained that we had started letting her fuck other men as a way for her to sexually catch up with me, as I had easily ten times the number of sex partners that she had. She went on to explain how our sharing her body with other men was now more of an effort to please me, as I enjoyed sharing her so much. I argued that our arrangement was closer to 50-50 and I mentioned a lover of hers, a hung neighbor of ours back home, who she loved to fuck but whom I didn’t particularly like.
She agreed to the 50-50 evaluation and returned to the pictures to me. She asked me which was my favorite and I told her my preference was for the pic that showed her naked on the bed that was in our hotel room and which I had taken just an hour earlier, stating that I liked how it showed off her legs so well. As she handed our guest the photo, I casually began to unzip her jacket, slowly pulling the zipper down, allowing the opening to slowly develop, giving her ample time to stop me, if she wanted to, but she didn’t. She didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she began to jut her breasts forward, causing the jacket to open wider, revealing much more of her chest. Her brief time out was over, the game would begin again, and we all knew it.
I loved how sexy she looked with her open jacket on and her naked pussy exposed, so a small part of me was a tad disappointed when she quickly pulled the jacket off and threw it onto a chair. Our guest didn’t seem to mind in the least. He openly stared at her exposed breasts and moved his open palm to one nipple, but then froze, his hand inches away from her tit. He seemed a bit embarrassed, but only for a second, for she moved her breast to his hand and told him to feel free to feeling her up. He did. His hands slid across her naked skin, pausing at her belly, then moving on to her back and then down to her ass. He was much shorter than me and she was wearing tall high heels, so it was easy for him to bend over and suck her nipples, while still cupping her breasts in his hands. She gave me a look that seemed to say, “Isn’t this great?”
The room was also getting physically hot, so I removed my heavy sweater and boots. She offered to help our guest remove his clothes. As soon as she had pulled his shirt off, she began working on his belt buckle. This seemed way too fast to me, as I believed that we should slowly work our way up to sex. But he was ready and he had his pants and underwear off in no time. His cock was short but sturdy looking, as it poked out from a full bush of reddish-brown pubic hair that was so thick that his balls couldn’t be seen. Soon they were in a tight embrace, kissing and running their hands over the other’s body. I pulled off the bedspread, as I knew she would feel better with it off. She feared bedspreads in hotels, as she knew that they were seldom washed, whereas the sheets were washed after each use. I then sat down on the bed and pulled out my hard cock, which dripped with clear pre-cum. As I slowly stroked my hard cock, I watched them tightly embrace next to the heater, him in only his socks and her only wearing black stockings and heels. They made an attractive couple and their bodies seemed to fit together well.
His hands tightly cupped her ass cheeks and their mouths locked into a fierce kiss. I could tell that she was a bit nervous, as her hands were open and away from his back. But soon she seemed to melt into mood, which her hands betrayed by grasping his naked back and neck. She opened her eyes and watched me jack off and I gestured that she should suck his cock. She seemed to like the suggestion, as she was soon on her knees, with his stubby cock deep into her mouth, while he held her head against his crotch with his rugged hands. She was giving a first-rate blow job, very wet, very deep, with lots of licking. Too good, as it turned out. He pulled his cock free from her hungry mouth, complaining that he would soon cum, if she kept at it.
I helped her get up and we kissed, my mouth instantly tasting his cock scent on her lips and tongue and I told her so. She seemed to melt in my embrace and face took on that ......, blissfully sleepy look, with half-opened eyelids. As I kissed her I slowly brought my free hand down to her pussy, where I was surprised to feel his fingers poking through from behind her. So, it wasn’t my kissing that was getting to her. I brought my hand up to her breasts and let him his hand room freely down below. She was beginning to breathe in panting gulps, which meant that she was getting close. I wanted her cum, but only while he was fucking or eating her. I moved her to the bed and told him to fuck her.
She climbed up high on the bed and opened her legs wide for him. He placed his head in her thighs and licked her pussy instead. She began to writhe and beckoned me to place my cock in her mouth. She sucked my cock hungrily, as he licked up and down her slit and I pulled her erect nipples with my fingers. She came instantly, making crazy gurgling sounds, with my cock still in her mouth. This was bizarrely unusual, as she seldom orgasmed with her lovers and never in the first ten minutes of sex. Later that night, she told me that she had brought herself close to orgasm several times with her fingering herself, before we showed up, so she was quite primed.
I pulled my cock out of her wet mouth and kissed her, as our guest climbed atop her, without wearing a condom, which we had all forgotten were there on the night table. His cock slid into her in one quick movement, but I could see her surprise and pleasure at its stiff girth. I stood by the bed, stroking my eager cock, while I watched him pound her over and over again. He had developed a fierce rhythm, which impressed me greatly, but he soon stiffened, then shuddered and trembled, as he shot his load into her. He rolled off of her, exposing her body wet from his sweat (the room had become toasty warm). Lying there, with her knees wide open, her pubic hair wet, she looked completely slutty and spent. Although he had only fucked her for minutes, not tens of minutes, she had greatly exerted herself, fucking him back hard, every muscle worked to bring him to his ejaculation. So, it made sense that she should look so tired, but the wanton look of a whore recovering from a team of Johns came from her feeling both sexual pleasure and deep shame for that pleasure with someone other than me.
I climbed on top of her and gave her wet pussy a quick lick before mounting her. I would have gladly eaten her pussy for a good long time, but she would not stand for it, I knew. The instant my hard cock pushed through her wet pussy lips, I could feel how her vagina felt so different, feeling like it was much roomier than usual and feeling recently fucked, extra warm and wet. His cum had given her pussy a slightly sticky feel that was far different from sex lube. I was slowly fucking her, savoring the differences that my naked cock was feeling inside her, when she begged me to fuck her hard and I did my best. I wanted to show off, to show our guest that I could fuck with the best of them. But like our guest, I found that the excitement had been too much and that I couldn’t keep my thrusting without cumming, so I stopped mid-stroke and got off of her, asking him to take over.
He couldn’t. His cock had gone so soft that it could barely be seen in his thick bush of pubic hair. ....... I didn’t want to embarrass him, but he looked embarrassed. I was about to mount her again, when he climbed up and began eating her pussy. I knew that she couldn’t cum again so soon after the last time, but I was happy to let him try. Once again he gave her some expert pussy licking, but she still told him to stop and asked me to resume fucking her. I began stroking in and out of her, I asked him to suck on her nipples while I fucked her. He happily did so, while I propped myself up on my extended and lock arms.
Amazingly, I was now able to withhold cumming, so fucked her with a firm and steady pounding. She pulled his head up and began kissing him in earnest, a deep, soulful kiss, with tightly shut eyes and loud slobbering sounds. He gripped one of her breasts tightly in his hand as he kissed her and I exploded in her. My orgasm was so intense that it was painful, feeling like I was losing an internal organ or two with the ejaculation. I rolled off of her, exhausted and oblivious, sweat dripping off my face and chest.
Damn, I had forgotten to turn down the heater. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I clenched my eyes closed. Just then, I felt my still stiff cock being drawn into a warm mouth and I wasn’t sure who the mouth belonged to, so I quickly looked down and saw my wife gently sucking on my cock. I came again in less than two minutes and she swallowed every drop I could summon.
Our guest tried to get hard again; in vain. He was apologetic and angry with himself. Both of us told him not to worry, while he pulled and pulled on his soft cock. I got up and told him to lie down and let her slowly work on his cock, while I would go to our car and get the bottle wine we had in the trunk. I took my time getting dressed and going out to the car. When I entered our hotel room again, almost ten minutes later, I saw her on top of him, fucking him with gusto, as he held her hands clasped in his. I made a small joke and said, “So, we had lift off after all?”
Neither laughed nor said anything. My wife had that look of super concentration, wherein she wanted to give her best possible performance to the strange man she had only met less than an hour ago. I sat down in the only chair and watched. She was pulling her ass up high and then dropping it fast and hard on his pelvis, over and over. His eyes followed her breasts every bounce and giggle. She then stopped and I thought she might have gotten too tired, but I was wrong. She gripped his hands tightly and shifted her weight, so she could bring her right leg up, allowing her place her right foot under her, shifting her weight to it, while she brought her left foot under her, his cock never leaving her pussy’s grip. She was now squatting over him and fucking him again. If you could only see his face, you might imagine that he was being operated on without anesthesia, as his face wrinkled up in twisted look of agony; the only sound he made were groans and gurgles.
She asked me to help her stay upright and I, still completely clothed, kicked off my boots and climbed on to the bed with both of them and stood behind her lifting her up at her armpits. It took me a while to find her rhythm, but soon enough I was in sync with her poundings against his cock. My thoughts were filled with regrets that no one else was there to snap a photo or shoot a movie of us three. I also thought about how about how strange our little hobby was and how I was effectively jerking him off with my wife’s cunt, as I lifted her up and down on his prick. I also feared making too much noise or breaking the bed frame.
As such crazy thoughts poured forth, his cock swelled and spurted in her and he moaned loudly, his body convulsing wildly. He then relapsed and looked as if he had ......—or died. But she kept on fucking him for at least a minute, looking as if she might cum again. She then abruptly rolled onto her back next to him and ordered me to eat her fast. With my jacket and pants still on, I dug my face into her sticky-wet pussy and tasted his salty semen mixed with her thick vaginal fluids. Her skin tasted raw and hot; her red pubic hair was wet and flat against her white skin. I loved it all and I gave her a well-deserved orgasm, which like his, was loud, really loud. What would the other hotel guests think, having heard two men and one woman’s cry of pleasure in less than one hour?
Our guest got up and disappeared in our bathroom, while I held and kissed her warmly, while she stroked my hard cock, which she had yanked free from my pants. When he came out, his hair was neatly combed again and his cock small, soft, and bright red. We three talked and laughed as we all got dressed. I washed her pussy scent off my face and we all headed out for a nearby Chinese dinner.
During our meal, he had plenty of questions for us. He also informed us that he was recently divorced but that he hoped to get together with his ex-wife again. I didn’t realize it until years later that he was interested in getting into a similar situation to ours with his ex, that he saw it as a way to overcome, or rather accept, her feebly faithful nature. But at the time, I believed that he seemed so intensely interested because our special arrangement was sexually interesting and altogether sui generis, truly unique, not because others could do the same. We exchanged phone numbers and he called a few times to talk to me, seeking advice on how to convince a woman to be shared.
She agreed to the 50-50 evaluation and returned to the pictures to me. She asked me which was my favorite and I told her my preference was for the pic that showed her naked on the bed that was in our hotel room and which I had taken just an hour earlier, stating that I liked how it showed off her legs so well. As she handed our guest the photo, I casually began to unzip her jacket, slowly pulling the zipper down, allowing the opening to slowly develop, giving her ample time to stop me, if she wanted to, but she didn’t. She didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she began to jut her breasts forward, causing the jacket to open wider, revealing much more of her chest. Her brief time out was over, the game would begin again, and we all knew it.
I loved how sexy she looked with her open jacket on and her naked pussy exposed, so a small part of me was a tad disappointed when she quickly pulled the jacket off and threw it onto a chair. Our guest didn’t seem to mind in the least. He openly stared at her exposed breasts and moved his open palm to one nipple, but then froze, his hand inches away from her tit. He seemed a bit embarrassed, but only for a second, for she moved her breast to his hand and told him to feel free to feeling her up. He did. His hands slid across her naked skin, pausing at her belly, then moving on to her back and then down to her ass. He was much shorter than me and she was wearing tall high heels, so it was easy for him to bend over and suck her nipples, while still cupping her breasts in his hands. She gave me a look that seemed to say, “Isn’t this great?”
The room was also getting physically hot, so I removed my heavy sweater and boots. She offered to help our guest remove his clothes. As soon as she had pulled his shirt off, she began working on his belt buckle. This seemed way too fast to me, as I believed that we should slowly work our way up to sex. But he was ready and he had his pants and underwear off in no time. His cock was short but sturdy looking, as it poked out from a full bush of reddish-brown pubic hair that was so thick that his balls couldn’t be seen. Soon they were in a tight embrace, kissing and running their hands over the other’s body. I pulled off the bedspread, as I knew she would feel better with it off. She feared bedspreads in hotels, as she knew that they were seldom washed, whereas the sheets were washed after each use. I then sat down on the bed and pulled out my hard cock, which dripped with clear pre-cum. As I slowly stroked my hard cock, I watched them tightly embrace next to the heater, him in only his socks and her only wearing black stockings and heels. They made an attractive couple and their bodies seemed to fit together well.
His hands tightly cupped her ass cheeks and their mouths locked into a fierce kiss. I could tell that she was a bit nervous, as her hands were open and away from his back. But soon she seemed to melt into mood, which her hands betrayed by grasping his naked back and neck. She opened her eyes and watched me jack off and I gestured that she should suck his cock. She seemed to like the suggestion, as she was soon on her knees, with his stubby cock deep into her mouth, while he held her head against his crotch with his rugged hands. She was giving a first-rate blow job, very wet, very deep, with lots of licking. Too good, as it turned out. He pulled his cock free from her hungry mouth, complaining that he would soon cum, if she kept at it.
I helped her get up and we kissed, my mouth instantly tasting his cock scent on her lips and tongue and I told her so. She seemed to melt in my embrace and face took on that ......, blissfully sleepy look, with half-opened eyelids. As I kissed her I slowly brought my free hand down to her pussy, where I was surprised to feel his fingers poking through from behind her. So, it wasn’t my kissing that was getting to her. I brought my hand up to her breasts and let him his hand room freely down below. She was beginning to breathe in panting gulps, which meant that she was getting close. I wanted her cum, but only while he was fucking or eating her. I moved her to the bed and told him to fuck her.
She climbed up high on the bed and opened her legs wide for him. He placed his head in her thighs and licked her pussy instead. She began to writhe and beckoned me to place my cock in her mouth. She sucked my cock hungrily, as he licked up and down her slit and I pulled her erect nipples with my fingers. She came instantly, making crazy gurgling sounds, with my cock still in her mouth. This was bizarrely unusual, as she seldom orgasmed with her lovers and never in the first ten minutes of sex. Later that night, she told me that she had brought herself close to orgasm several times with her fingering herself, before we showed up, so she was quite primed.
I pulled my cock out of her wet mouth and kissed her, as our guest climbed atop her, without wearing a condom, which we had all forgotten were there on the night table. His cock slid into her in one quick movement, but I could see her surprise and pleasure at its stiff girth. I stood by the bed, stroking my eager cock, while I watched him pound her over and over again. He had developed a fierce rhythm, which impressed me greatly, but he soon stiffened, then shuddered and trembled, as he shot his load into her. He rolled off of her, exposing her body wet from his sweat (the room had become toasty warm). Lying there, with her knees wide open, her pubic hair wet, she looked completely slutty and spent. Although he had only fucked her for minutes, not tens of minutes, she had greatly exerted herself, fucking him back hard, every muscle worked to bring him to his ejaculation. So, it made sense that she should look so tired, but the wanton look of a whore recovering from a team of Johns came from her feeling both sexual pleasure and deep shame for that pleasure with someone other than me.
I climbed on top of her and gave her wet pussy a quick lick before mounting her. I would have gladly eaten her pussy for a good long time, but she would not stand for it, I knew. The instant my hard cock pushed through her wet pussy lips, I could feel how her vagina felt so different, feeling like it was much roomier than usual and feeling recently fucked, extra warm and wet. His cum had given her pussy a slightly sticky feel that was far different from sex lube. I was slowly fucking her, savoring the differences that my naked cock was feeling inside her, when she begged me to fuck her hard and I did my best. I wanted to show off, to show our guest that I could fuck with the best of them. But like our guest, I found that the excitement had been too much and that I couldn’t keep my thrusting without cumming, so I stopped mid-stroke and got off of her, asking him to take over.
He couldn’t. His cock had gone so soft that it could barely be seen in his thick bush of pubic hair. ....... I didn’t want to embarrass him, but he looked embarrassed. I was about to mount her again, when he climbed up and began eating her pussy. I knew that she couldn’t cum again so soon after the last time, but I was happy to let him try. Once again he gave her some expert pussy licking, but she still told him to stop and asked me to resume fucking her. I began stroking in and out of her, I asked him to suck on her nipples while I fucked her. He happily did so, while I propped myself up on my extended and lock arms.
Amazingly, I was now able to withhold cumming, so fucked her with a firm and steady pounding. She pulled his head up and began kissing him in earnest, a deep, soulful kiss, with tightly shut eyes and loud slobbering sounds. He gripped one of her breasts tightly in his hand as he kissed her and I exploded in her. My orgasm was so intense that it was painful, feeling like I was losing an internal organ or two with the ejaculation. I rolled off of her, exhausted and oblivious, sweat dripping off my face and chest.
Damn, I had forgotten to turn down the heater. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I clenched my eyes closed. Just then, I felt my still stiff cock being drawn into a warm mouth and I wasn’t sure who the mouth belonged to, so I quickly looked down and saw my wife gently sucking on my cock. I came again in less than two minutes and she swallowed every drop I could summon.
Our guest tried to get hard again; in vain. He was apologetic and angry with himself. Both of us told him not to worry, while he pulled and pulled on his soft cock. I got up and told him to lie down and let her slowly work on his cock, while I would go to our car and get the bottle wine we had in the trunk. I took my time getting dressed and going out to the car. When I entered our hotel room again, almost ten minutes later, I saw her on top of him, fucking him with gusto, as he held her hands clasped in his. I made a small joke and said, “So, we had lift off after all?”
Neither laughed nor said anything. My wife had that look of super concentration, wherein she wanted to give her best possible performance to the strange man she had only met less than an hour ago. I sat down in the only chair and watched. She was pulling her ass up high and then dropping it fast and hard on his pelvis, over and over. His eyes followed her breasts every bounce and giggle. She then stopped and I thought she might have gotten too tired, but I was wrong. She gripped his hands tightly and shifted her weight, so she could bring her right leg up, allowing her place her right foot under her, shifting her weight to it, while she brought her left foot under her, his cock never leaving her pussy’s grip. She was now squatting over him and fucking him again. If you could only see his face, you might imagine that he was being operated on without anesthesia, as his face wrinkled up in twisted look of agony; the only sound he made were groans and gurgles.
She asked me to help her stay upright and I, still completely clothed, kicked off my boots and climbed on to the bed with both of them and stood behind her lifting her up at her armpits. It took me a while to find her rhythm, but soon enough I was in sync with her poundings against his cock. My thoughts were filled with regrets that no one else was there to snap a photo or shoot a movie of us three. I also thought about how about how strange our little hobby was and how I was effectively jerking him off with my wife’s cunt, as I lifted her up and down on his prick. I also feared making too much noise or breaking the bed frame.
As such crazy thoughts poured forth, his cock swelled and spurted in her and he moaned loudly, his body convulsing wildly. He then relapsed and looked as if he had ......—or died. But she kept on fucking him for at least a minute, looking as if she might cum again. She then abruptly rolled onto her back next to him and ordered me to eat her fast. With my jacket and pants still on, I dug my face into her sticky-wet pussy and tasted his salty semen mixed with her thick vaginal fluids. Her skin tasted raw and hot; her red pubic hair was wet and flat against her white skin. I loved it all and I gave her a well-deserved orgasm, which like his, was loud, really loud. What would the other hotel guests think, having heard two men and one woman’s cry of pleasure in less than one hour?
Our guest got up and disappeared in our bathroom, while I held and kissed her warmly, while she stroked my hard cock, which she had yanked free from my pants. When he came out, his hair was neatly combed again and his cock small, soft, and bright red. We three talked and laughed as we all got dressed. I washed her pussy scent off my face and we all headed out for a nearby Chinese dinner.
During our meal, he had plenty of questions for us. He also informed us that he was recently divorced but that he hoped to get together with his ex-wife again. I didn’t realize it until years later that he was interested in getting into a similar situation to ours with his ex, that he saw it as a way to overcome, or rather accept, her feebly faithful nature. But at the time, I believed that he seemed so intensely interested because our special arrangement was sexually interesting and altogether sui generis, truly unique, not because others could do the same. We exchanged phone numbers and he called a few times to talk to me, seeking advice on how to convince a woman to be shared.
We did it once, years ago in a cheap motel she pretend to be a cheap prostitute, 10$ for the blowjob and 30$ for the fuck, we went home with 1400$ lol, one of our craziest things
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