“Pet, I want you to meet him at the door tonight naked. He’ll like that.”
“Naked? Naked-naked? Are you sure?” She bit at a hangnail as she contemplated this turn of events.
“Did I stutter? Naked, as in no clothing. I want you to be completely nude when you open the door tonight.” She could feel that familiar anxious feeling start to grow in the pit of her stomach. She trusted her Mr. implicitly, of course, and she did her best to follow his requests, but she had to wrap her mind about this. Greeting her…guest…at the door with nothing on was so forward. What if he didn’t think she was sexy? What if he thought she was an actual whore?
She heard her husband’s voice over the phone line. “Sweetheart, did you hear me? Do you understand?”
She had made up her mind: she would step outside of her comfort zone. She had already started to get turned on by the idea. “Yes, Sir; sorry. I heard you and I understand. I’ll make sure I’m naked tonight when he arrives.”
“That’s my girl.” She could tell her Mr. was smiling. “Tell me again what our rules are. I want to make sure you remember.”
“No anal sex, but toys or fingers or tongues are okay. I can’t call him Sir or let him give me orders, but something like spanking or restraints are allowed. No cumming on me, but cumming in my mouth is fine. I think that’s it, right?” She frowned a little bit, worried that she had forgotten something.
“Good girl; that’s exactly right. Text me when he arrives, text me when he leaves. Remember that I love you. Have fun tonight. I look forward to hearing all about it.”
She blew her husband a kiss as she hung up the phone. She pattered to the hotel room bathroom and finished getting ready. She had already showered and shaved, so all there was left to do was to put on a smidge of make-up, brush her hair, and await the arrival of her new friend. They had already spent one night together. A couple of hours of getting to know one another, followed by a couple of hours of talking, making out, sex, resting and doing it all over again. He had left in the wee hours of the morning, and she had only been able to grab a couple of hours of sleep before a full day of business meetings. But those few hours had provided her with numerous delicious memories to distract her throughout the day. She was thrilled when he asked if he could see her tonight. Her husband was even more thrilled when he asked if he could see her again.
She heard a knock on the door of her room. She quickly sent a text to her husband: “He’s here. Love you.” She peeked through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some unexpected maid or other staff member at the door. Seeing his face instead, she eased the door open, her body hidden behind it. She poked her head around the door and smiled at him. “Hi, stranger.”
He came into the room, and she closed the door behind him. She watched his face go from confusion about why she was hiding behind the door, to surprise at seeing her naked, to sheer desire. He dropped the backpack he had in his hand and closed the distance between them in a couple of steps, using the momentum of his movement and his body weight to push her backwards, up against the wall. His weight against hers forced the breath out of her. His hands were all over her, somehow everywhere at once. He pressed his lips against hers, hard, sliding his tongue between her lips. His hand traced her collarbone. Then his teeth were nipping at her neck and his fingers were squeezing her nipple, pulling it away from her body. She moaned and felt goosebumps break out across her skin, making her nipples pucker painfully.
He dropped to his knees, wrapped his hand around her hips, and dug his nails into her ass, pulling her towards him. Before she realized what he was doing, she felt his warm tongue started to dart between her labia, seeking her clit. Her knees buckled for a moment, and she arched her back to lean against the wall to support herself. His tongue was soft, but firm and she could feel his nose pressed into her mons. She watched the top of his head rocking up and down and could feel her thighs becoming damp with her juices. He pulled away and looked up at her, “You taste so good. And you’re so wet. I think you’re happy to see me, aren’t you, you little slut?” He winked and started his ministrations again. She couldn’t formulate a reply other than a breathy “fuuuuck.” She could hear him chuckle as he continued to lap at her pussy.
Her hand wandered down and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled his face into her. He responded by moving his tongue a bit quicker, a bit more firmly. She felt his hand push her thighs a bit farther apart and she widened her stance. He slid one finger inside of her and started to move it in and out. She whimpered. “Do you like that, slut?” he asked. All she could do was nod. Another chuckle was followed by the addition of a second finger. She gasped, and instinctively pushed his head into her cunt. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her, her pussy making sloppy, wet noises. She could feel herself getting closer. Her breathing became shallower, and she braced herself against the wall. His tongue circled her clit in a strong, steady rhythm. She clenched her thighs and held her breath. She was so very close. Just a little more. He added a third finger and she felt herself stretch. He had to slow his fingering due to the much tighter fit.
“Please…don’t…stop,” she begged in between ragged breaths.
“Hmm? I didn’t hear you. Say it again, louder.”
“Please don’t stop,” she nearly shouted. “I’m nearly there.”
She could feel him smirking. “That’s a good girl. Cum for me. Cum for yourself. Cum for your husband who’s nice enough to share you. You’re a very good girl.” He returned his attentions to her soaking pussy. Her body had grown accustomed to the three fingers, so he was able to finger fuck her harder now. She felt that familiar tightening in her groin and let the feeling roll over her. Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm started. Her legs began to tremble and she began to shake as she reached her peak. He stopped thrusting his fingers and let them sit inside of her, being squeezed by her pussy. He slowed down the movements of his tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
Suddenly she was cold and too sensitive to his touch. She pulled his face away from her by his hair. He looked up with a smile on his face, which was glistening with her juices. “Was that fun, sweetheart? Come here,” he tugged her hands downward until she was on the floor with him. He leaned against the wall and lifted his arm. “Come on, get under here.” She snuggled up under his arm, her head on his chest, his warm arm wrapped around her shoulder, urging her closer. He reached up and started stroking her hair. “You’re such a delicious little whore. Literally and figuratively. I enjoyed that immensely. Are you all calmed down now? I thought you were going to suffocate me there for a minute. Luckily I survived.” She giggled. “Sorry about that. Give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll repay you for your near death experiences.
To be continued…
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