Waking up the following morning, I rolled over to watch my husband as he still slept. My naked body, still invigorated in the afterglow of the prior evening’s activities, lay just inches from my husband. The soft sheets fell lightly on my breasts. The warm pillow cradled my head just next to my husband’s chest. His breathing told me that he also slept well – exhausted and spent from it all. I watched him for a moment, pondering how anomalous it was to feel so connected to him after playing so intimately with another man. Watching him pleasure another woman further heightened my excitement to a whole new level. I wanted to experience it all again, and as though he could hear my thoughts, my husband woke up, expressed his enjoyment from the night, and proceeded to show me with his body just how thoroughly aroused he was.
Rolling on top of me, I could feel his strong body moving my hips and spreading my legs where he wanted. I was under his control. I wanted him to take me in a way that he needed. In that moment, I was his play thing, purely there for his pleasure to enjoy as we relived the sexiest moments of the night together. It was rough. It was sweaty. It was passionate. Having milked out his cum the night before with my hand, and watching him shoot in full loads past his shoulders to the pillow, I knew that this morning he would want to fill me up from the inside. I pulled his shoulders down on me tighter as his rhythm quickened. My legs were wrapped around his hips, opening myself to provide him with the best angle. He gripped my hair in his hands as his heavy breathing in my ear told me he was close. My body responded to that and I began to drip with anticipation of feeling his heavy stream pump into me. We climaxed together and the feeling of him pulsing inside of me resonated deep within.
We finally pulled ourselves from the bed, cleaned up, and had a light, late breakfast before heading down to see our friends at the pool. They were very social, and by the time we made our way to them, they had already befriended two other couples who were also enjoying a weekend of adult fun. The eight of us all hit it off, and spent the day lounging, drinking, and laughing until our cheeks hurt. Throughout the day, my husband and I would get caught up in flirting casually with our couple from the night before. I felt so sexy and naughty trying to keep my flirtations casual and unnoticed by the four new friends we made. But inside, my blood was pumping and I could feel myself getting wet as the day finally faded to the afternoon.
As we gathered our belongings from lounge chairs for the day, we all planned to see a show that evening. One with sexy performers and risqué adult content. We left our four new friends, and made our way back to the hotel with our couple. As we walked, the men flirtatiously commented about how us ladies looked at the pool. How our nipples had been so hard in the water. How our bikini bottoms rode up into us from behind. How our legs beckoned one to come and spread them wide. I imagined how her husband might spread my legs again tonight as we parted from them to go get cleaned up in our room.
Reading my mind, my husband commented about how much he would like to see me have more fun tonight. It was our last night together. There was no time for “later.” If we wanted something to happen, it would happen tonight. My husband pulled me close to him. He kissed me passionately – just how I like. Knowing that we weren’t quite comfortable sleeping with others just yet, he proposed the next best thing: a hall pass. He knew how much I loved kissing. I feel sexy and desired when a man takes my mouth with his. But because I get so lost in it, I had never allowed it to happen with another man since we had been married. Now, he wanted me to try it. And when he told me this with his lips and tongue exploring my mouth, I was in full agreement. I felt confident and comfortable with the idea of discovering a new side of me with this man.
We were eager about what the night might bring, and before we knew it, it was time to shower and dress for dinner and the show. I had packed a short black leather skirt and a white top that hugged my breasts and left little to the imagination as to the shape of my nipples. I slid on my heels, applied a spritz of perfume that I know my husband loves, and we headed toward the door. I could feel all eyes on me as we walked into the restaurant and joined our large party of old and new friends. I didn’t sit near the husband during dinner, but we made eyes several times throughout the meal which made me tingle between my thighs. As we finished eating and began walking toward the show in the same hotel, the wife and I paired off to chat together. We both relished the fact that dinner had made each of us lust for the other husband’s touch since we had not been seated next to one another. We decided that it would be quite a sexy surprise for the guys if we swapped seats at the show to sit by the other’s husband.
We made it into the theater area and allowed the two other couples to be seated down the row first, before she and I strategically sat where our men could infer our intent. The look in my husband’s eye when he realized what we wanted was absolute fire. He sensually squeezed my thigh as he passed me to be seated next to her. When her husband made his way next to me, we caught eyes and smiled, knowingly. As the lights dimmed so that wandering eyes would need to strain to see the happenings, his hand slid from the arm rest to my smooth thigh. My legs were crossed, and his fingers playfully ran along the line where my legs met. I could feel my nipples harden with his touch as he traced up toward my panties. Instinctively, my legs uncrossed. I spread my knees ever so slightly for him. My hand rested on his forearm as if to encourage him to continue running along my thighs. I had worn black lacy panties that barely covered me. His hand discreetly slid higher under my skirt and I felt his fingers rub along the lacy fabric that was now getting wet with anticipation.
I caught a glimpse two seats over at my husband and noticed his hand was equally engaged in pleasure between her legs. He saw my stolen glance and gave me a sly wink of approval, which I readily returned. With that, I refocused on the thrill of this other man’s touch on my panties. He rubbed them with such intentional focus, recalling from our previous sessions exactly how I enjoyed being played with. In the next moment, his fingers moved to slide my panties over, allowing him access to my delicately wet lips. He traced along my outer lips slowly at first, parting them so that my inner lips also began to spread. My breathing quickened as I held on to his arm, more tightly now, willing him to explore deeper as the show continued. His fingers knew what I wanted and they slowly but confidently slid in me, discovering how wet his teasing had made me. He left his hand still so as to be inconspicuous to anyone else, but began to move his fingers within me, almost in a “come hither” motion that hit on my most erogenous spot. Pressing harder and faster inside me, I could barely contain my desire to climax for him. I tried to keep my eyes open but pleasure washed over me and I closed them to fully enjoy my moment as I began to tense and release against his hand. It took everything in me to keep from moaning as my body succumbed to his touch.
When my breathing had settled, I realized I had been clenching his arm. I loosened my grasp on him as he slid out of me and replaced my panties over my swollen lips. He gave me a lingering stare as he brought his hand to his mouth and tasted me on his finger to clean himself. He mouthed to me “so delicious,” before once again resting his hand casually on my leg as the show came to its conclusion. When the lights came up, everyone commented on how entertaining the show was. All I could do was nod in agreement as I had not viewed a single moment of it. Since we had attended the second showing, the evening was late and the other couples decided to call it a night. We said our goodbyes to them and promised to stay in touch, which we did. For the four of us, however, the night was young, and we decided to try one of the bars in the hotel. The wife and I both excused ourselves to freshen up before we headed that way, and I decided to remove my panties since they were now wet. Sliding them in my purse, I walked out feeling more alive and sexier than ever.
We made our way to the bar and there were several people enjoying the dance floor. Being the vivacious person she is, the wife pulled my husband out to dance with her, while her husband and I sat together at a nearby table. Watching her body move for my husband was like watching poetry in motion. His hands traced her body and I knew he was aroused. Her husband and I began to chat about the day as his hand found its way to my leg once again. The warmth from him was like a bolt of electricity shooting up my thigh to my core. Acutely aware that I had no panties as an added layer of protection between myself and the world, I shifted my hips back and away from him, as I couldn’t trust myself not to let him explore me right there in the middle of the bar. As we spoke, he moved his seat close to mind. His legs were open, with my knees tucked between his, allowing his hand continued access to rub and squeeze my thighs. He then locked eyes with me and moved a hand up to my neck, pulling my face to his. I reveled in that first kiss with him. It took me by surprise how passionate and sensual it was. I could feel myself begin to pulse between my legs, and I wanted to continue this upstairs.
My husband and the wife rejoined us after dancing and we agreed to take things back to their room. Her husband held out his hand for me to take as I stood up from my seat. I watched his eyes widen as I stood, and following his gaze, I discovered the source of his amazement. In the heat of our kiss, I had become so wet that I had dripped onto the seat under me. We giggled together at the glistening wet evidence of my excitement (and yes, I was a lady and cleaned it up before we headed upstairs). When we reached their floor, I walked ahead with her husband as he had the key to the room.
As he opened the door and walked in, a brief moment of hesitation washed over me as I realized my husband wasn’t right there with me. I glanced back down the hall to see that he and the wife had stopped just outside of the elevator bank where there was a bench in front of a large wall mirror. She was perched up on the bench kissing him as his hand explored under her skirt. It was such an erotic view to behold, and the sight of it was more than enough reassurance for me. I turned my attention back to her husband and stepped through the open doorway toward him. He came to me and in one swift motion reached out to pick me up and kiss me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight to his shoulders as my mouth was taken in his. He had one hand holding me around my back while his other was supporting me from below, allowing his fingers to discover that I was indeed panty-less. As we stood just inside the door kissing passionately, my husband and the wife walked in to see us in that heightened state of lust (my husband later told me that this was one of the sexiest surprises to come upon).
Still in his arms, her husband walked me to the bedroom and let me fall to the bed. We were joined by our spouses, as I allowed him to undress me on the bed. Feeling his hand unzip my skirt and pull it down over my legs was beyond sensual. All my senses were heightened as I watched my husband begin to help her undress at the foot of the bed. Before I knew it, the four of us were in complete undress. Her nipples hard. My lips wet. Our bodies aching. The night was ours for the taking…
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