Summer was around the corner and there was no better time for a vacation to be scheduled. My husband and I were meeting up with Jack, Annie, and some other couples for a long weekend away at Lake Mead. We had rented a house together and one of our friends had a boat he was going to trailer in. It was sure to be an amazing trip. It had been almost six months since we had seen Jack and Annie, and my mind raced at the thought of seeing them again. I was excited at the possibility of enjoying some sexy moments with them, but didn’t want to get my expectations set on something that may not happen since we were sharing a house with others.
We had coordinated flights so we could rent a couple of cars and drive to the house together. Annie and I sat in the back and enjoyed catching up together while Jack and my husband drove. Periodically, I could sense Jack looking back at me from the rear-view mirror. Even through his sunglasses I knew where his gaze was falling. I could feel myself pulse between my legs at the thought of him undressing me with his eyes.
When we arrived at the house, we unpacked the cars and made a quick grocery run. Before we knew it, the house was stocked for the perfect weekend. It was still fairly early in the evening, so we decided to hop in the pool before dinner. As my husband and I changed into our swimsuits in our room, I mentioned that I was turned on earlier by seeing Jack. He perked up at this comment and told me how sexy that was to know. He loved the idea of me being aroused by another man, and the possibility of something happening with Jack this weekend.
Crossing over to me, my husband began to kiss me passionately. I was still dressed in my bra and panties, but they couldn’t withstand my husband’s deft finger for long, as he pulled them away from my body. Knowing we didn’t have long, we didn’t waste time. I needed to feel him in me. He laid down on the bed and I crawled up over him, my breasts hanging just over his mouth so he could lean up and kiss them. Already wet with anticipation, I slid my pussy over his tip, letting out a soft moan of pleasure at the intimate sensation. Rotating my hips just so, I lowered myself onto his hard cock, letting him fill me completely. I sat for a moment, reveling in the fullness of him before I rose up and began to ride him. He reached up and fondled my breasts as I fucked him. I leaned forward and rested a hand on his chest, my full body weight on him as my hips continued to grind. My other hand dipped low and I circled my clit with my fingers, feeling my wetness begin to drip. My husband’s breathing began to quicken. His cock stiffened inside me. He held my hips in his grasp and guided me down hard onto his shaft. Again. And again. Until I could feel warmth flowing from within as we both came together.
We barely caught our breath and dressed before there was a knock on our door to head to the pool in the back yard. We shared a quiet laugh as we walked out of our room as though nothing had just occurred. Music played and drinks flowed as we splashed the afternoon away. Before long a pile of swim tops had accumulated next to the pool. After all, who wants tan lines when you’re going to be wearing a strappy dress later?
It became rather chilly as the sun started to set, so we cleaned up for a dinner out. The master bathroom had a long countertop with large mirrors, so all the girls decided to get ready together. Between hair dryers and flat irons, it was rather warm, so we were in our panties as we applied makeup and selected jewelry. We had to laugh each time one of the men walked by the door and peered in as though he had never seen a bunch of women together in their panties. I had selected a light blue sundress with a low back didn’t allow for a bra. Underneath, I wore some of my favorite lacy white panties. From the doorway, my husband gave me an approving nod as I smoothed my hair and put on my shoes. He kissed me and gave me a flirty swat on the ass on our way out. All the girls were casually sexy in summer dresses, rompers, and heels. We were ready to be out on the town.
We took Ubers to the restaurant and once there, decided to mix up the dinner seating so that no one could sit next to their spouse. I found myself across the table from Jack and between two of the other husbands. All throughout the meal I felt Jack accidentally grazing my foot with his under the table, giving me bemused, apologetic glances in the aftermath. As we were getting ready to leave, a sly grin crept to my lips as I excused myself to the ladies’ room. I checked my hair and lip gloss, just as any girl does, but then I slipped my panties off and folded them gently in my hand before exiting back out to the group.
Everyone was walking to the door for our awaiting rides. Jack was near the back of the group so I slid up next to him and pressed my hand against the inside of his arm. Looking down at me, he took my hand in his, but only momentarily as I slipped mine away, leaving behind a lacy treat for him to enjoy later. I smiled at his flustered demeanor as he tried to pocket them away before being discovered. It brought me an added sense of excitement to lean over that much further as I climbed into the Uber. I could almost hear the audible sigh behind me as I felt my dress inch up.
I sat next to my husband in the back of the car and let his hand rest on my knee. I glanced at him and tugged his hand gently upward, allowing him to discover that there was no barrier at the top of my thighs. His eyes widened a bit, questioning where my panties had gone. I silently hinted toward Jack and my husband’s hand dug into my thigh in excited pleasure. He took my hand in his and pressed it into his lap, showing me just how turned on he was by my gift to Jack. I squeezed his hard cock in the darkness of the car and let his hand trace circles against my inner thighs.
By the time we made it home, everyone was a bit travel weary from the day. We all hung out briefly in the living room to plan for the morning, but quickly said goodnights afterward. As my husband and I closed the door to our room, sleep was the last thing on our minds. The thrill of not wearing panties under my flowy dress for the last hour had left me quite aroused. My excitement was only heightened by the fact that my husband also found it sexy. I began to undo my dress, but was halted by my husband. He wanted me to leave it on as he fucked me tonight; wanting me to feel what it would be like to be taken in such passion that there was no time to remove our clothing.
He pulled me close to him and wrapped his strong arms around my little waist. His unbuttoned shirt gave me a tantalizing hint of what was below. I could see his chest muscles tighten as his arms gripped me. My breasts peeked out of the top of my dress, rubbing against his skin as he pressed into me. His hands pulled at the hemline of my skirt, raising it up so that he could take my ass in his hands. His fingers dug into my smooth skin sending waves of pleasure through my body. Kissing me hard, he began to whisper to me how sexy I had looked tonight when I was flirting with Jack.
We had revisited our prior Hotwife conversation several times over the last few months, and here we were, broaching the conversation again. My husband asked me whether I would be interested in finding some alone time with Jack on this trip. The thought of it made me wet. “Yes,” I whispered into his mouth. I wanted that. Wanted to feel what it would be like to be alone with another man. Wanted to explore the familiar in a new and unexpected way. It gave me a sense of security and comfort to know that the relationship my husband and I have is such that we could enjoy this type of exploration. The mutual trust and respect added a whole new layer of intimacy and arousal between us. I felt free to share all my thoughts and desires with him. About him. For him. And this new desire was strong. To feel a man take me all to himself.
I told my husband this as he laid me down on the edge of the bed. He wanted to hear more. I described to him what I wanted another man to do to me and he followed every word of my description. Lifting my dress over my hips, my husband knelt on the floor and began to kiss along the inside of my thighs, inching higher until he was at the apex of my legs, brushing his lips against my wetness. I closed my eyes as his tongue began to penetrate me, tasting my sweet nectar. His hands spread my legs wide, allowing him access to everything he desired. Closing my legs together, he held them up, lifting my hips off the bed slightly. His tongue explored lower, tracing from the top of my slit all the way to the bottom. I moaned in delight as he took in all of me. Turning me over on the bed to my hands and knees, I heard him undo the belt buckle and zipper on his pants. Sliding his briefs down just enough to free his hardness, he took a hold of my hips as he stood behind me.
I only had a moment to describe the pleasure I desired from this angle before he thrust into me with my feet dangling off the bed. My breasts were still confined in my dress, but he reached forward and pulled at my dress to free them. Tugging gently at my nipples, he brought each one to a firm peak with his fingertips before moving his hands back to my waist. My core was beginning to tighten with his movements. I could hear drops of my wetness dripping to the floor below us as he swiftly pumped from behind. My head lowered into the sheets to stifle my moan of, “I’m cumming!” I was answered by my husband’s own deep resonance as his seed began to flow into me. The warmth of his thick streams filled me in ways that only he could. Collapsing on the bed together, we finally managed out of our clothing, and drifted off to sleep with much anticipation for the day ahead.
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