Hotel Threesome [MFF] [threesome][bondage]

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He stirred the ice in in the bottom of his tumbler absent mindedly. The bar at the hotel was quiet tonight. Piano music softly filled the dim arena with a calming melody. His wife’s shoulder brushed against his. He looked over at her. She looked back, a quiet, tired, but contented glimmer in her green eyes. She was truly the apple of his eye. She exuded self confidence. She was Empowered and strong. Yet she was his. There was an unspoken, unbreakable bond between them, gained only through time, effort and hardship. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Whispering in her ear, “Why don’t you head up to the room and get cleaned up.”

Her eyes glistened. She didn’t say anything, but instead half nodded and stood up from the bar, placing her nearly finished third gin on the counter. He watched her walk away toward the lobby and the elevator, then tapped the counter, prompting the bartender to come over and pour him another whiskey. He stroked his beard quietly, before looking down the bar.

There sat a beautiful, career aged, woman, with dark hair and dark eyes. Eyes that had more than once met his wife’s while they were sitting there, and eyes that his wife has spent more than a glance looking into. She cracked barely a smile. He looked away and took a sip of whiskey, smiling into his glass. He casually watched whatever was on the muted TV, his mind elsewhere, thinking of his wife in the room on a high floor of the hotel. She would be in the shower by now. He wandered what was going through her mind. He dwelled on the image of her while he finished the last of his whiskey, before leaving a large bill on the counter. He reached into his pockets and walked down the bar toward the woman, who pretended not to notice him. He pulled a room key out of his pocket and discreetly put it down in front of her while the bartender was turned around and said quietly “1821”. She didn’t respond as he turned away and walked towards the lobby.

She had just sat on the edge of the bed as she heard a click and the door opened. She looked towards the entrance and saw her husband coming in the room. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He removed his shirt and walked over to her. He cupped her face and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her back and holding her. She embraced him in return and let herself be taken up by him. His beard smelled of oil and whiskey. He slowly lifted her top off, and she felt his chest compress her bare breasts. He slid his hands down in between her panties and hips, and he slid them down as she fell back onto the bed. He pulled them all the way off her ankles. She felt like she was sinking into the king bed and the deep comforter. A calmness taking over her as she let the moment happen.

She kept her eyes on him as he walked across the room toward his bag. Reaching inside he came out with a handful of neatly kept ropes. She shifted to the center of the bed, knowingly putting herself against the pile of pillows at the head. She watched him come up to her left arm, taking it and tying it up firmly but gently. He then fashioned it, so it was heading toward the pillar on the headboard. He then walked around and followed suit on the right arm. Then her spread her legs, and fixed each ankle to a corner, making her immovable. When he was done, she was half sitting up, and facing the room. She looked him up and down, shirtless, his pants low on his hips, wondering what his next move would be. She looked into his eyes as he walked toward her, closing them right before he kissed her neck and cheek. He gently rubbed the inside of her arm, sending a wave of goosebumps over her exposed body. She curiously questioned when he turned and walked over to the dry bar in the room, popped the top on the bottle of whisky and poured some in a glass. Sitting in the lounger in the corner he kept his eyes on her as he removed his shoes and socks and crossed one leg over top of the other. She curiously wondered what he was up to.

The answer came seconds later, as she heard another click on the door and heard it open and shut softly. She looked at her husband, and the glimmer in his eye, before looking toward the door. Around the corner walked the young lady from the bar. The woman looked at her husband, who in turn nodded back towards her, his wife. The young woman turned her gaze back at her and looked into her eyes, and she felt her heart jump in her chest. She felt a warmth of blush as the dark eyes stared and didn’t break contact. She sat her handbag down, and reached for her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. Tied up and immovable, she was surprised by how curious and excited she was to see what was underneath of it. The blouse fell to the floor, revealing a well-endowed chest, held up in a smooth black bra. Tattoos covered the entirety of one arm, telling a story that conflicted with the personal attire of the woman.

The lady’s hands went to the side zipper on her skirt. She zipped it down before turning her backside towards the bed and bent over to slide it off onto the floor. She did the same with the matching black panties, her bare backside now visible. She stood tall, and reach back and undid her bra, before turning around again, and walking towards the bed. Her curvy form moving perfectly. She climbed up on to the bed.

He sat quietly in the chair watching it all and took another sip from his whiskey. He could see that his wife was excited, maybe even bordering on being overwhelmed. The young woman was beautiful for sure but did not bring him as much joy as seeing his wife tied up, forced into enjoying the sight of another woman. As she crawled up on the bed towards his wife, and placed a hand on her thigh, it was his turn to be surprised by how much he enjoyed watching his wife receive pleasure.

She trembled as the hand touched her thigh, those eyes meeting hers. The young woman climbed on top of her, straddling her. Her body was gorgeous. His breast fell with a natural weigh over a rounded stomach which led to a waxed smooth pussy, made up of plump lips. Her thighs were surprisingly smooth against her own skin. Her weight was firm but delicate as her butt settled into a seat on her lower stomach. She felt her heart in her throat as the woman towered over her, dominatingly. Then she felt the hands on her breasts. Strong, but feminine. She sighed and sank into the pillows, taking a glance over at her husband before closing her eyes.

Then she felt the lips. So soft and serene against her neck. Then her cheek, and then finally they met her own lips. It was more than she had ever imagined. She wriggled in pleasure against her bonds. The lips lingered on for an eternity against hers. Then finally, they started a downward journey along her neck. Finding her nipple, she felt the pressure of the suckling. She moaned softly. One hand pressed against her right breast, while the mouth was cupped over the left. Then she felt it.

A slight warmth at first. Then exquisite smoothness. The young lady started grinding her sex against her lower stomach. Then the wetness of it. For the first time, she become aware of her own wetness between her legs. The thought of the young woman enjoying this as much as she was made her flush with warmth. The woman’s wetness made its way lower, grinding back and forth, then she felt the wetness meet hers. She moved her legs in between her own spread and bounds legs, and felt the woman’s mound against her own. She opened her eyes and made contact with those deep dark eyes as their pussies met. The young woman straightened up, and spread one leg over her hip, so their legs were in a sort of a cross pattern. Now both fully spread, she felt the full wetness of the other woman. The slippery smoothness pressing into hers. The weight of the woman caused their clits to be pressed together. She gasped as the woman started fucking her. Slowly first, then with more intensity. Not faster, but with more and more pressure. Their labia catching on each other’s in a warm wet dance somewhere between smoothness and friction. They were both panting a bit now from the ecstasy. She was so horny now and almost lost to the world, when she looked over at her husband in the chair. She could read the pleasure on his face and that turned her on even more. She then looked back up at the woman, who then turned and also smiled at her husband. She felt another unique wave of excitement over this as the woman faced her again. She bent down and gave her a kiss on her lips, their breast pressing together. She only wished she wasn’t tied up so she could embrace her to herself and feel the woman fully on her.

Then the young woman slowed before stopping. She rested her hips on hers and reached up and put her hair up sensually, looking back towards her husband. Then she crawled backwards off up off the bed. She slowly walked over to him, and she watched as her husband and her maintained eye contact. He broke it for a few seconds, and looked around the woman towards her, helpless on the bed. The young woman knelt in front of him, and reached up to his pants fastener, undoing it. He leaned back into the chair as she slid his pants off. He was fully erect from watching, a fact that surprised no one. The young lady turned around and made eye contact with her again as she bent over in front of her husband. She lowered her backside towards his lap, she reached between her legs, and grabbed his member in her grip, holding the tip against her wet sex. She never broke eye contact while she slowly slid his tip inside of her. She found this hotter than she expected. She felt a fresh rush of wetness as the woman slid herself all the way down onto her husband, and as his eyes closed and his head went back against the chair.

She slowly started moving up and down on him. The sight of him receiving pleasure from her was exhilarating. Her pussy spread around him, her labia holding him into her and watching them move over him, as he started to breath heavily.

He felt her slide over him and leaned back. He imagined the thought of his wife’s wetness mixed with hers on him. Her ass compressed against his hips as he felt himself deep inside of her. Her soft wetness almost hot around him. He felt trembles inside of her as he held her upper arms and moved her up and down. Then he opened his eyes and looked towards his wife. Her beauty spread on the bed. Helpless, she wriggled her hips in sync with the hips that were in his lap as their eyes met. Seeing her craving the pleasure and enjoying watching him enjoying her made him even more aroused. He lifted the woman off of him and stood up, walking toward the bed with the woman, his hands on her hips. He half pushed her onto the bed next to his wife, before climbing up, between his wife’s legs.

She looked up at him and then closed her eyes as she felt him enter her. Her husband felt so good deep inside as the woman began sucking on her breast. Helpless and tied up, she was overwhelmed with the sensation as they both focused on her. The woman’s mouth made it’s way to her pussy, but stopped short. Instead wrapping her lips sideways around her husband as he went in and out. He moaned loudly, and she felt a rush of wetness inside her. He was deep inside of her, going to the bottom, his pubic pressing into her clit. The woman reached up and undid her left hand from the ropes, then reached over and undid the right. Her husband stopped. He pulled out and stood up at the foot of the bed and undid her legs. Finally, free to move, she didn’t know how to respond. In her moment of hesitation, the other woman found her way between her legs, and began kissing the inside of her thighs. Was the moment she had fantasized so many times about to happen? The kisses made their way up to her mound, switching between suckling and light touches. Then it happened. The smooth roughness of her tongue parted her labia. She audibly moaned, no longer in control. It felt so much better than she had imagined. She pulled her legs up from behind her knees, and fully spread herself. The tongue and lips seemed to explore every invisible imaginary part of her. It was good…too good, even. She was so horny; she didn’t know how long she could hold on. She looked down between her legs and saw the other woman’s rear stuck up in the air, at the end of the bed. Her husband centered himself behind her, and slid in. She felt the woman’s moans against her pussy as she took him into her. The sight was exhilarating as her husband started thrusting hard into her, holder her ass in his hands and forcing her whole body to move, driving her mouth deeper in her own pussy.

She couldn’t hold it. She has wanted this too bad. She let go. Clenching hard, she came as her clit was embraced between the woman’s lips. Wave after wave swept over her. She screamed and arched her hips up into her face. The woman knowingly stopped and moved her efforts to her thighs. Her husband smiled at her over top of the woman between them.

Then he stopped and flipped the woman over onto her back, and reentered, spreading her legs, looking at his wife, who, coming back to her senses got up to her knees. She watched her husband going in and out of the woman and centered herself over the woman at the shoulders, face to face with her husband. With out any inhibition, she reached a hand down to the woman’s pussy and pulled it up, rubbing her clit, while maintaining eye contact with her husband as he went in and out of her. They kissed and held it.
It was all so hot, she felt herself not being far off from be ready again. Then she felt hands between her thighs, cautiously exploring her. She opened her eyes and looked down at the woman below them, her husband penetrating in and out of her, listening to her moans. Surprising herself, and partly to satisfy her own curiosity, she bent down, and timidly gave the woman’s pussy a small lick. A sweetness met her tongue as she felt her husband pushing in and out, and she gave in, and started exploring more with her tongue. She felt herself being tenderly aroused again. Then felt a surprise jolt as the tongue at the other end of the bed made its way between her labia again. She moaned. The woman moaned. They all moaned.

Sensitive, she stopped and turned around. She laid on top of the woman, face to face, giving her husband dealer’s choice as her pussy met the other and ground back and forth. Then she felt him slide into her.

He panted, overwhelmed by the two pussies pushed together in front of him. His wife’s rear on top, facing him. He cupped it and slid out of the other woman, and into his wife. She felt so good, and her ass felt good against his shaft, he pushed into her shoulders, pushing her into the other woman and they embraced cheek to cheek. His wife was grinding hard into the hips of the woman on the bottom, and she in turn was starting to moan louder and louder. He slid back out of his wife and into the other pussy. He felt himself losing touch with reality. He pulled out again, and between them both. Both labia parted around him. The woman on bottom was gasping, and his wife started to as well. All of them melded together.

She felt him between them, the top of his shaft between her swollen and wet lips, knowing the bottom was between the woman underneath her. Then she felt him slide out, and into her, and then out again and disappear into the bottom. Then she heard his gasp, she felt him slide between them both, a rush of hot wetness coming out of him onto both of their pressed together mounds. The thought of both of them doing this to him was more arousing than she could imagine. Then he went back into the woman, still feeling him thrusting. Her clit was pressed into the other woman’s. Then she felt it, the hips of the woman pushed into hers, her husband still inside. Again, the thought of her husband and her doing this to this woman was hotter than she could have imagined. The young woman began to come. She pulled down on her, pressing their breasts together. Her whimpers in her ear. Her hips arched up, her husband still inside.

He felt her start to come around him. Her pussy clenched around him, and he watched his wife slide back and forth over her. It was such a fulfilling feeling to satisfy this woman with his wife. His member and hers, his wife’s labia rubbing against it, joining together to make her come. It was more than he could handle. He started to come.

She felt her husband’s thrusts lose their rhythm. She knew he was coming too. The woman’s orgasmic cries and her husband’s tells combined to start pushing her over the edge again. She felt him thrust hard forward, know he was inside of her, then she felt another hot rush of wetness against her spread pussy, and then, as the final straw, she felt her husband slide inside of her and finish his orgasm, pushing as deep and hard as he could, the rest of his warmth filling her. She clenched around him…. letting go. The shivering of the pussy underneath touching hers, the fullness of her pulsing husband inside her, being sandwiched between them served to drag out this orgasm longer than the first. Time stopped in her head. She was elsewhere, her subconscious the only thing still living. Then light started to come back.

Her husband was still in her. The woman looked up. Her hair a disheveled mess against the sheets. Smiling. They kissed. She felt fuller and more satisfied than she could ever remember feeling. Her husband pulled back and she rolled to the side. He fell on the bed next to her. He wrapped a reassuring arm around her as the woman put a soft hand on her stomach. They just laid there together. She felt wonderful between them.

Spent. Content. Peaceful.

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