[MF] Hotel Exhibition with Anal

This happened a few years back but I still think about that night while traveling.

I had traveled a lot that year. The first two months I saw my coworker more days than my wife. Time apart was frustrating to say the least but I racked up some good mileage and hotel status.

With that being said, I decided to take the wife out on the town when I got back. Saturday, after a week of being back, I told her I wanted to take her out and to get dressed up. She curled her hair and put on black thong and a sexy black dress that cane down about mid thigh. No bra as the dress was made to be worn without one.

My wife, is athletic, gorgeous 5’4”, about 130lbs, long brown hair, ample C breasts; her ass is beautifully round and has nice bounce; her arms and legs are toned from working out and you can trace the outline of a couple of abs on her stomach.

We went out to eat at a nice restaurant overlooking downtown and the river at sunset. We got kinda tipsy from the wine at dinner but decided to head inside this old historic hotel down the street for a few more drinks.

The ti[m]e I [f]ucked my wife in college in the front yard and got caught by the neighbor.

First time post. True story with a bit of added detail. Not joking.

We got married after our junior year of college at 21. My wife was and still is smoking hot; 5’4”, 125lbs hour glass figure with ample C breasts, a beautiful round bubbly ass, and long brown hair. She’s athletic and loves to work out so her legs are semi-thick and strong, toned arms, and abs outlining her stomach. I’ve always had a bit of a dad bod; 5’11” about 200lbs and average 6” cock.

Our first year of marriage was full of sex. Instead of eating lunch at the house, I ate her pussy till she came twice and then fucked her brains out at every angle. Oh to be young and in love. Those days there was an adventure each time we fucked, made love, or played with each other.

We lived in an alley-way apartment about one block away from campus from an older lady who lived in the main house. It was a studio apartment with the door leading out to a covered porch looking into the neighbor’s backyard. There were college students on either side of us and up and down the street.