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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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After the lunch date, we arranged to meet at a hotel at cuck's expense. They got there first, and I joined them in the bar. I saw them sitting in the middle of an open bar and knew we would be very much on show. I walked up to them and told cucky to get me a drink. I then took his place next to his wife. I greeted her with a passionate kiss, long and lingering, in full view of the bar. I sat next to her, and he brought drinks back we chatted. Hubby mentioned that his wife, whom I will call Sarah from now, said she had a delightful lunch. I had placed my arm around her and was now caressing the side of her breast. This was all part of their fantasy, the public taking of his wife from him. Who was I to not help and be a part of it! We chatted some more. Her hand drifted towards my thighs, stroking them, and I could hear her breathing beginning to deepen as she moved from my thing to my crotch. Her finger felt so deliciously light as they traced the outline of my responding member. I leaned across and kissed her neck and whispered, “let's go”.She and I got up to go to the room. I told cucky to stay and wait until he was called. We left hand in hand, with me showing off a noticeable erection through my trousers.
She and I went to the room. She was dressed in a sexy little black dress, heels and holdups. She was about 5’ 5” tall, size ten and a lovely hourglass figure with d-cup breasts that heaved in her clingy dress, and they left nothing to the imagination as her pert nipples pushed through to alert everyone to her arousal. In the lift, she turned to me, and I took her head in my hands as I bent down to kiss her. I heard a moan escape from her throat as our tongues entwined, and I felt her hands wander to my belt line as my cock started to stiffen. Her hand slipped inside and tried to reach around my now hard cock pushing its way out of the restraints of my clingy black briefs, and she cooed as she felt the heat and my cock throbbing in her hand. In turn, my hands were finding their way around her body. Cupping her breasts as her breathing became heavier and her leg reached up around me, pulling me into her. The kiss was electric, and I had never before felt anything like this. I had had many wives, but this one was special. She oozed a need for my attention that was the most potent aphrodisiac tasted by man.
The lift door pinged, and we heard a cough behind us; we quickly adjusted and stumbled out of the lift, giggling. Her hair was slightly messy, and my bulge was straining at my trousers.
We walked to our door arm in arm, and she squeezed my arse as I tried to open the door. We staggered in, kissing, kicking the door behind us. The room was a substantial glorious suite with a panoramic view of the garden in summertime. We went to the window, kissing; the taste of her lips was exquisite, her perfume filled my head, and her hands worked on my belt to release me from my cage. My trousers fell to my ankles, I kicked off my loafers and socks, and she kneeled. She took the top of my lycra pants that were stretched to their limit and looked up at me as she pulled them over them away from my cock, which sprung to attention throbbing in the cool summer evening air that came from the window. She maintained eye contact as she took my member in both hands and slowly fed it between her lips. Inch by inch, she slid her mouth over the length of my shaft. Effortlessly swallowing me down her throat until she had every inch inside her, she held me there and stared at me, her eyes gleaming. As slowly as she had taken him in, she began to rerelease me, feeding me to the sun rays that pushed through the windows |
