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Great encounters often happened while I was absent in body, but present in spirit. For example, one day I had to drive off to a business meeting 100 miles away. I could have done it all in one day and returned at night, but we decided that she should join me on the trip, where we would spend the Friday night at an adult hotel 10 miles away from where my meeting was held. We had been at the adult hotel before; it broadcast X-rated videos into the room's TV sets and allowed nude swimming, sunbathing, and hot-tubbing. We arrived at noon and she planned to sunbathe, while I drove off to work. I planned to return before I had to head out again to my second meeting. As I stepped out the door, I approvingly eyeballed her in her bikini, a bikini she wouldn't have worn at the beach, it being too skimpy and too large at the same, which made it unbearable sexy, as the bottom looked as if it was about to fall off and the top had no chance of hiding all of her breasts. She often wore it as lingerie for me and I liked the idea of it being on display to the public.
She found a partially shady spot near the pool and lay on the reclining lounge chair. About a dozen people settled around the pool or swam in it. None was naked, although half the women were topless. She was about to remove her top, when a strange man climbed out of the pool, said hello, and then came over to chat with her, as he had gotten an approving hello back from her. He was in his late 30s or early 40s, with fit build and strong tanned arms and legs that contrasted with his white torso and feet. She assumed he worked in construction.
As they talked, she applied sunblock lotion to her legs and belly. He offered to do her backside. She couldn't figure out how to make the lounge chair fully recline, so she stood, her back to him. He started at her ankles and worked his way up, but lingered at her upper thighs, especially on their insides near her bikini bottom's thin strip of pussy-covering cloth. When he reached up her back near her bikini top, she undid the clasp, letting her top fall away. With her back glistening, she turned and faced him, holding her hair up with her hands, so he could apply lotion to her exposed breasts. He cautiously started with her belly, but soon covered her exposed breasts with his hands, over and over, gently cupping her breasts and timidly bumping his fingers over her stiffening nipples. She noted that several nearby men liked the show, smiling approvingly.
When he was done, she offered to rub his body down. He claimed to have had enough sun and swimming and countered with the suggestion that they visit his room for a drink, as the sun was so hot. She agreed, collected her stuff, but didn't put her top on, but she did bring it and her towel to his hotel room. Topless, she walked with him around the pool to the other side of the hotel, past all the male eyes, through the doors, down the long hallway, passing a few other guests before arriving at his door, while still topless, her breasts bouncing with each step. She counted how many men had seen her breasts, as she knew I would want to know. I did want to know.
Once inside his room, she spread her dry towel on his bed and sat on it. She chatted with him, while he made screwdrivers. As she sipped the vodka-heavy drink, he asked her if I, her husband, would be upset to know that she was in his room, drinking screwdrivers and topless. She laughed, causing her breasts to dance on her chest, before telling him that this situation would make my day, as I loved when other men saw her naked. This is how my spirit entered the room with them. She went on to say that, I would have dozens of questions for her when I returned from my business meeting. He asked for examples. She listed a few: Did she enjoy having him rub her naked breasts? Did he comment on her breasts or other body parts, such as her legs? Did he seem aroused? What was he wearing? Did her nipples harden? Did his swim trunks develop a tent-pole? Why hadn't she also remove her bikini bottom?
He interrupted her by telling her that, speaking of bottoms, he needed to put his wet swim trunks in bathtub, and asked her if he should do the same for her bikini. An odd question, as her bikini was perfectly dry. Yet, she agreed that he should. She stood to remove her bottom, but stopped after pulling it down only two inches, exposing a glimpse of her red pubic hair. She explained that I had instructed her always to turn around when removing her panties, so her ass could be slowly exposed, which I claimed was much sexier. She then turned her back to him and slowly pulled down her bikini bottom, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her entirely naked, except for her sandals. When she faced him, she was met with a big smile and him saying that I absolutely right, as that was much sexier.
She wondered if he would come out the bathroom naked or wearing towel or bathrobe. Naked, he emerged from the bathroom. He timidly sat next to her, atop her large beach towel. As they sipped, he asked what other questions I would ask later. She told him that I would want to know if she was completely naked in front of him, but she would tell me no. He was confused, so she held her legs out straight, explaining that she still had her sandals. He got off the bed and removed them from her feet, telling her that she could now answer, yes. She stood and turned around twice, before sitting even closer to him, saying, "Yes, I can tell him that you saw me completely naked."
Of course, she revealed, that I would want to know all about his cock, how long was it, how thick was it, was he cut or uncut, did it bend, how hard was it, and what did she think about it? He laughed and stated that men were obsessed with comparing their cocks. He then stood and faced her, so his cock was just feet away from her eyes, and he asked what she thought of his cock. She praised its size and appearance. She also had nice things to say about his balls, which hung low, which she liked. She didn't tell how she loved when balls slapped against her asshole while she was being fucked in the missionary position, but that is what she was thinking about as she gazed upon his low hangers. She divulged that the big question I would ask was: Did she suck his cock? He asked, "What will you tell him?"
"That I did," she replied.
She fell to her knees and took his soft cock into her hands and kissed his cock. Soon, she was licking it and sucking it, striving to get its entire length in her mouth before it fully hardened. I had often coached her in the art of sucking cock, so she made a point not to squeeze his cock too hard with hands and ensure that at certain points the only contact between them was with her mouth and his cock. She also remembered to look up at his eyes, as she sucked him. And she didn't neglect his balls, giving them tender kisses and through licking.
I was in my meeting, but my mind kept returning to her. Before I had driven off, I had told her that if she got the chance to be laid, she should. At the same time, I doubted that the chance would arrive or that she would accept it if it did arise; she was very shy. With my first meeting done and with my not needing to return for a second appointment until later, I headed back to the hotel. I opened the door, but she was gone, being neither in our room nor at the pool nor anywhere else that I could see. I noted that her swimsuit was also gone and that her clothes remained. I wondered, had she chance to open her legs to another man? I hoped that she had, but I still doubted it. I removed my business suit, I took a quick shower, dressing in jeans, and a bright-colored shirt, as the next meeting would be far more casual. Maybe ten minutes before I was going to drive away again, she entered our room, wearing her bikini bottom and a big smile.
I kissed her and explained that I was about to go. She rushed over to the bed and laid her towel on it, removed her bottom, jumped on the towel, with her legs open wide. She told me to hurry then and examine her pussy. She actually didn't say "pussy," which she seldom uttered; instead, she called her vagina her "kitty." I got on my knees and sniffed her pussy, before sticking my forefinger deep inside her. She smelled of tanning lotion and sex. My finger easily slid inside her and soaked in the wet interior. She gave me a quick recap of her afternoon without me. I had two questions for her: how often had he cum and did she cum? He had cum only once and she hadn't cum. I then asked if she wanted to cum. She did, so I licked her just fucked pussy until she had one of her biggest orgasms, the type that made her thighs tremble and her asshole pucker and unpucker with the convulsions. I kissed her, then washed my face and left.
I found it almost impossible not to think about her afternoon with him and the possibility that she was with him then. No matter how much I tried to forget about her being fucked, the image of her legs wrapped around his torso, as he fucked her in the missionary position, returned over and over again. I raced back to the hotel. As I unlocked the door, I hoped that she wouldn't be inside or that she was naked on the bed with him on top of her. Instead, I found her lying on the bed, but dressed, reading a magazine. She told me that he had called her, telling her that he had run into another single man at the hotel and wondered if she wanted to join both of them in the hot-tub. She didn't, as she wanted to ask my permission first. She said that if he had been alone, she would have happily joined him, but with the other man and the possibility of an MMF threesome, she felt she had to have my okay first.
I was conflicted, as I was thankful that she sought my approval, but I also wished she had that threesome. We talked about and agreed that she should call him and explain that she had my okay. He wasn't in his room. Our next plan was for her to strip naked, wear her robe, and head out to the hot-tub to see if the two men were there. She soon returned alone. We fucked and she recounted her afternoon's encounter to me. I came almost instantly. Fortunately, my cock wasn't about to soften and we fucked for half an hour before I added my second load atop his.
She recounted how he had asked her, while she sucked his cock, if I would ask her if he fucked her. She answered that I would, but I would first ask if he had licked her and that she would tell me that he had. He accepted her indirect directions, laid her on the bed, and buried his face into her wet pussy. She enjoyed his tongue and lips, but sensed that she couldn't cum from his efforts, so she told him that she would tell me all about how he rubbed her opening with his hard cock before he plunged inside her and fucked her softly, then hard, and then came in her. They fucked, he came, she was happy. As they lay naked on the bed, she told him all about our special arrangement and how many men she had enjoyed because of it. She said he seemed both surprised and impressed.