My wife and I celebrated our anniversary this weekend at a deliciously gaudy hotel. Every room was adorned in a unique theme, such as the “Caveman” room, the windows of which were beautiful stained glass images of a caveman with his lustful eye on a sexy cavegirl. Ours was called “Rendezvous” as it intimately intersected with two other rooms. While not an “adults only” facility, the hotel attracts mostly adults. It was an ideal setting.
The weekend began with a drive to the hotel. In addition to the beautiful countryside, we occupied ourselves with good conversation, flirty behavior, and wondering hands . A favorite pastime, she completely lifted her shirt for the last 20 minutes of our drive as I, and others on the highway, admired her beautiful breasts.
Once we had checked into the hotel, we decided to explore a bit. In addition to the unusual architecture and aesthetic of the hotel (which warranted exploration in and of themselves), there were several shops to take in. One of the shops was hosting a wine-tasting. As wine-enthusiasts, we, of course, indulged. As an ethically non-manogamous couple, my wife also indulged her lust for the handsome sommelier. After the tasting, we headed to our room to settle in.
Our room had a large, beautiful bay window with a wonderful view of the lush, rolling hills that surround the hotel. Equally pleasing, the window also afforded a complete view into the room when the curtains weren’t drawn. Almost as soon as we entered the room, my wife laid down on the round bed and told me to start taking pictures of the room, and of her. With the curtains wide open, she pinched and pulled her nipples to ensure they’d poke out from underneath the thin material of her shirt. It wasn’t long before her shirt was lifted and her beautiful breasts were again on display. Seductively, she shifted and posed for the camera – and any passersby who looked into our room.
As the mood progressed, she stripped down to her sexy “cheeky” panties, approached me, and instructed me to remove my pants. Once my pants were off, she pushed me into one of the large high-back chairs and began to ravenously suck my cock. My back to the window, I could hear the footsteps of people walking past our room. Due to the size of the chair, they wouldn’t have been able to see any of me except the top of my head. But if they really looked into the room, they would have caught a glimpse of my wife bent over on her knees in front of the chair.
After she had gotten her fill of sucking and deep-throating me, she returned to the bed to resume her exebitionist show. I showed my pleasure and approval by stroking my cock while I watched her. Before I could cum, she went to the window and closed the curtains most of the way. She left a gap just big enough to look through, but small enough for plausible deniability. The light from our room (now turned on) was more than enough to entice any would-be peeping Tom.
She called me over to the bed and told me, in no uncertain terms, to fuck her. I slipped her panties off and began to eat her pussy. She writhed in pleasure, repeatedly running her hands over her tits. Again, she demanded that I fuck her. I responded by slowly sliding my tounge down from her clit to the loose, creamy opening of her pussy and thrust my tongue inside of her. She moaned in delight and proceeded to grind against my face. Finally, she begged me to fuck her, which I obliged. As I slipped my cock into her, I instructed her to raise her legs above my head so that I could penetrate her deeply. She rested her feet on my shoulders, completely opening herself to me. Doubtless, our neighbors could hear her cries of pleasure. I leaned in and kissed her passionately as I fucked her. I moved from her lips to her cheek, then to her ear. I whispered to her about the sommelier she had desired earlier that evening. I asked her if she wanted to suck his dick. She enthusiastically affirmed that she did and asked if I would like to watch her. I responded that I love to watch her work. I then leaned in close to her ear and whispered that I had brought condoms. She breathed deeply in anticipation of what I would say next. Quietly, I asked her if she wanted to fuck the sommelier. It wasn’t really a question; I was consenting to her desire. She answered in a gasp of excitement and pleasure that she did. I pulled out of her pussy, laid next to her on the bed, and masturbated her to orgasm while I spoke of our plan to proposition the sommelier later that night.
So began a memorable and pleasure-packed weekend at one of the sexiest hotels we’ve ever had the pleasure of staying at. The balance of the weekend, I’ll leave to the reader’s imagination.
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