I look at the bar while my husband talks with the stranger next to him. We come here every weekend for the last three months, and we always do the same thing.
The stranger glances at me when Ben points to me. I wave at them, smiling.
The two of them approach me, Ben holding a drink for me too.
They take a seat at each side of me. The stranger leans into me, and I take him in. Ben knows how to choose them. The stranger is attractive. He looks like someone I would pick myself.
But that’s not the deal.
Ben chooses them. I fuck them.
A different man every weekend.
That’s why we chose this place. The bar belongs to a hotel, and between the conferences and people always coming and going, it’s easy for us to find someone to entertain me.
Sometimes Ben likes to join us in the room and watch, but most of the time he just waits down here for me, and when we go home I tell him all about what happened. By the time we get home he’s so horny that we barely make it into the house before he’s inside me.
The stranger talks about something, his eyes focused on Ben. I can’t focus on his words. His hand rests on my knee, and it’s starting to go up my leg slowly.
I open my leg to give him access when he slips his hand under my dress. My pussy is already wet, tingling in need of his touch.
I give Ben a pleading look.
He smiles and places the key card for our bedroom on the table.
“Maybe you two should take that upstairs,” he says, looking down at the stranger’s hand between my legs.
I look at the stranger and he smiles, nodding. We both stand. He places a hand on my back and walks me to the elevators.
The door opens with a bip and we step inside. We’re alone in the small space. I lean against the wall, while he stares at me.
“It’s a weird arrangement —”
I pull him to me, taking his lips with mine and interrupting him. I don’t like when the men talk too much. I don’t even like to know their name.
His hands travel across my body. His leg slips between mine and I press myself against him. His hard cock presses against my belly.
He holds me by the neck, pulling me into him and making the kiss deeper. My fingers caress his hair, feeling how soft it is.
The elevators doors open all of the sudden, and we move away from the wall. Waiting for us to get out we see an old couple staring at us in shock.
My cheeks become hot, and I bite my lower lip to prevent from laughing while we both stumble out of the elevator in the direction of our room.
We find the room and as soon as we step inside, the stranger pins me against the wall, lowering his head to mine. His lips are a few inches away from mine. I look up, willing to kill the distance between us and kiss him again.
He smiles before he takes my lips with his, his kiss passionate and full of desire. A desire that matches mine.
His leg slips between mine while he kisses me harder, and I rub against him. I can feel his hard cock on my belly, and I reach out to caress him through his pants.
I unzip his clothes, taking his dick in my hands, stroking him. He moans against my lips, interrupting the kiss.
I keep stroking him while he traces a path of kisses down my neck and my cleavage. My nipples harden in need of attention.
He makes me turn around, so I’m facing the wall, and I look down while he unzips my dress and pulls it off.
I turn to face him again, standing in front of him wearing only lace lingerie.
He smiles, taking in my looks before he unlocks my bra, freeing my boobs. He feels them with his hands before he leans closer, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking.
I arch my back with pleasure. Reaching down, I find his cock and start stroking him again while he keeps teasing my breasts with this mouth.
One of his hands slips inside my panties and he finds my clit, circling it slowly.
My head falls back, hitting the wall, but I don’t even notice the pain. The pleasure he’s giving me is all o can feel right now.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers against my nipple.
Turning me around again, he makes me lean against the wall.
I feel him standing behind me. He makes me open my legs more while he positions himself between them.
I feel his tip brushing my cunt before he’s entering me with a thrust.
I gasp, surprised by the sudden invasion. My pussy slowly starts getting used to him, while he starts moving with determined movements.
He speeds his rhythm when I start moaning in pleasure. The sounds of our bodies clashing into one another make everything more exciting.
I press back to him, needing to feel him as deep inside me as possible.
He holds me by the hips and thrusts harder and faster, groaning on my ear.
Feeling my orgasm close, I reach down my clit, moving my fingers in a circular motion until I reach the climax I desperately needed.
He roars and pulls out before he spills his seed on my ass.
My breath slowly returns to normal.
He moves away from me, zipping his pants, and giving me a smirk.
I look at him with a smile. My phone is on the nightstand. I get it and text Ben, saying that he can come up now.
“Time for you to go,” I tell the stranger.
He looks confused at first, but then he just shrugs and leaves without a word.
I get in the shower, cleaning his cum from my back.
Ben joins me after a few minutes.
I get on my knees and start sucking his hard cock.
“Did you suck him too?” He asks between moans.
I look up at him and shake my head.
“Tonight my mouth is just for your cock.”
I keep sucking until he comes into my mouth. Then he takes me to the bed and eats my pussy before he climbs on top of me and fuck me hard.
Our sex life used to be different. Boring. I don’t know how Ben came up with this, but becoming his hotwife was the best thing I could do.
And turns out I really like it.
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