The hotel bar was starting to become crowded as my husband and I walked in. He was working out of town and I had decided to follow along for the weekend so we could have a few nights alone in a different city. Work was done for the day and the early evening crowd was just as eager to sip their end of week libations as we were. We found a small table in the corner of the bar and ordered a round for ourselves as we sank into a slower pace for the night.
As the drinks began to erase the cares of the day, my husband’s hand became more exploratory under the table. I was wearing a tight cerulean dress that accentuated the soft curves of my body. His fingers traced along the hem of my dress, teasing my thighs casually without notice from anyone around us. I closed my eyes and let his touch pull me in. I always feel most alive and sexy when his hand is on me.
Our conversation turned from light pleasantries to sultry whispers as the drinks continued to come. At some point, a group of attractive, professional men in their mid to late twenties entered the bar and sat a few tables down from us. One man in particular caught my eye. He had dark skin, a strong jawline, and the deepest eyes that practically burned through me when we looked at one another. I almost felt flustered at the way his confidence exuded into his glances in my direction.
My husband noticed the shared glimpses and prodded me to flirt more. He squeezed my thigh and whispered how sexy it was that another man was checking me out at the bar, despite me being there with my husband. I smiled. Once again, my husband ignited a fire in me. Fueled by a deep passion and respect for one another, stoked by the thrill of new shared experiences.
I was filled with a sense of sexy confidence in that moment. Standing up, I excused myself to the ladies’ room to freshen up… and took the long way around in order to walk by the guy’s table. I attempted to breeze by nonchalantly, but couldn’t help crack a grin as we caught eyes just as I passed by. Once in the ladies’ room, I touched up my lip gloss and gave myself the obligatory once-over in the mirror. I smiled at how my dress highlighted my backside. If you looked closely enough, you could even see the outline of my thong. But who was looking that closely, I mused to myself…?
The bar seemed to be more crowded as I walked back to my seat. Yet despite the chatter from the patrons, all I could hear was the sound of my stilettos striking the polished floors as I sauntered past the guy’s table. I was greeted by my husband and his sly smile as he told me how sexy I looked walking back. So much so that the guy from the other table had stared at my ass for the duration of my journey to my table. I blushed and glanced up to once again see the dark stranger peeking in my direction.
My stomach fluttered with excitement. There is an unspoken thrill that any woman has when she knows a guy finds her attractive. Especially a young and handsome guy. It is flattering in every way. I felt my husband’s hand once again against my thigh. His voice was deep as he asked me whether I felt sexy in that moment. “Yes.” He pressed. Would I go to the bar and have a drink with the guy? “Yes.” Would I want to kiss him if the opportunity came up? “And then some.”
My husband’s hand ran up my leg and pressed against my already damp panties. I was aroused by all the pictures being painted in my mind. He nudged me to get up and walk by the guy’s table again. It was on the way to the bar anyway, so I could very well be getting another drink that way. But to my disappointment, just as I was summoning the courage to go, the three men stood up and walked out of the bar. Just before passing through the exit, the guy made one last glance my way and grinned. I’m sure I had the most blank expression on my face in return. My mind had been racing with possible things to say for light conversation. And now it was all moot. My husband felt the same sense of pent-up frustration so he suggested we go back upstairs to our room for the night and make the most of it together. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in that moment.
We walked to the elevator and pressed the button. I felt my husband lean into me from behind as he whispered in my ear, “What if you had gone back upstairs with him instead of me tonight?” The ding of the elevator snapped me back to reality as I had slipped into that fantasy for what seemed like hours. We walked into the elevator together and he pressed me against the back wall as the doors closed. Running his hand behind my waist, he pulled me against his hardness and kissed me. He asked whether I would have kissed the guy in the elevator like that. “Yes.” Would I have let him trace his hands up my dress? “Yes.” Our kisses became deeper and more urgent as the doors opened to our floor.
We barely made it into our room before he had pulled my dress off, leaving me standing in nothing but my red lingerie and heels. Picking me up, he carried me to the bed and threw me down on it. He then surprised me by not joining me, but instead walking to the windows and pulling the curtains open to the night. We were in a large city, so there were office buildings across the way, some with lights still on for people working late. With a mischievous grin, he walked back to the bed, commenting that he wanted to know that others could take in the view of us.
I sat up on my knees and watched him unbutton his shirt and slide his belt out from the loops. I crawled on my hands and knees to undo his pants and slide them off. My hands traced the hard outline of his cock and I pressed my lips along his boxer briefs, letting him feel my warm breath against him. His cock pulsed behind the fabric, and I pulled the waistband down slowly, letting his cock slap me gently against my cheek as it was freed.
Taking the head in my mouth, I tongued him briefly before wrapping my lips tightly around his shaft. His hands locked in my hair at the base of my neck and he guided my head up and down his hardness. Opening my throat, I took him as far as I could, pressing my tongue hard against the base of his shaft with each dip of my head. Moaning into him, he started fantasizing about how I’d look to the guy in the bar if I were taking his cock instead.
He leaned over me to trace his hand down my back to my ass, nudging my thong to the side. His fingers deftly began to trace around my wet folds, teasing and pulling my lips apart for his fingers to slide in. I continued to take his cock in my mouth as he fingered me, telling me all the things he’d envisioned me doing with the guy from the bar. I could hear my wetness against his hand as he finger fucked me harder, building me up to climax. With his other hand he held my head still on his cock as I began to cum, feeling myself soak down my legs to the sheets.
With that, he turned me around on my hands and knees, pulling my hips back toward him. Still standing beside the bed, he gripped my thong to the side and pressed into me with one smooth movement. I inhaled deeply at the sensation. He filled me up and stretched my little opening, taking me swift and hard. His hands grabbed at my ass and spread me wide for him to see. He commented that the guy in the bar wouldn’t have lasted long in me like this. The thought of that sent me over the edge. I lowered my shoulders and arched my back as his cock thrust into me, hitting me in just the right place so that I began to squirt all over him and the bed. The moan from my husband told me he needed to finish. I wanted to see it. I needed to taste it.
Pulling away, I dropped to the floor in front of him and took his cock in my hands. I gripped him tightly as I began to pump out his thick ropes across my lips, neck, and breasts. He covered me. It was warm and sticky as it began to drip. I traced a finger through it and looked up at him as I licked it clean. In that moment he told me to be still as he got his phone and snapped a photo. He wanted to show me how sexy my body was when covered in cum. How powerful and womanly I looked. It was indeed a striking photo. He helped me up and kissed me deep before we cleaned up for the night. It was only when I climbed into bed that I was reminded the curtains were still open. He went to close them and we laughed, wondering whether our escapade had been viewed by anyone from afar. A thought that certainly made me smile as I drifted off to sleep.
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So freaking hot!