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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As I am working from home and very bored I thought I would share this true story and to give you a look into the lifestyle of a couple in a Stag and Vixen Realtionship
Gary first messaged us here on Fab between Christmas and New year last year. His message was how I like them, polite, interesting and not too forward.
We exchanged messages for a couple of weeks, he impressed with the photos that we sent him, and I attracted to the ones of him he sent us.
We have been on the scene for several years, played as a couple a limited number of times, visited many clubs and met several men who I have played with while hubby watched and sometimes joined in. Gary had a couple of verification's and had a little bit of experience so it was easy to communicate with him, it was a natural flow of events that resulted in us arranging to meet him in a hotel he would be in, in Manchester the first week of February.
The meeting was set for the Tuesday night, on the Sunday before Hubby broke his ankle and was put in plaster, he also was in a little bit of pain. I was gutted that we were to cancel the arranged meeting. It was then decided that I would go on my own.
The Tuesday afternoon train to Manchester was quiet, I sat in my reserved seat, my small pull along suitcase close by I sat worried and nervous about what could or indeed what should happen. I have met guys alone before, but only guys I had previously met with hubby by my side to make sure I was safe. I checked in at around 4pm, nervously glancing around the bar which is near the reception I think I recognise him from his photos. We had arranged to meet in the bar at 7pm so I hastily made my way in the lift to my room, there is no way I wanted him to see me in my normal clothes with minimal make up, it may have scared the living daylights out of him.
7pm came and I made my way to the lift to go downstairs to the bar. I wore a black dress that shows off my boobs, no bra and cream coloured knickers, black high heel shoes. I had consumed a couple of glasses of wine while getting ready, so the nerves had subsided and I was feeling confident, horny and I knew I was beginning to get wet.
The bar was quiet, my date was easily recognisable as I had previously thought sat at the bar, he in pristine white shirt and smart trousers, just as I like, clean shaven and smelling of Jean Paul Gaultier. He was a nice-looking guy and clearly the photos he had sent with his messages were up to date.
We did the pleasantries and I explained that I was alone, he was slightly shocked by this and I made a joke that I was hoping he wasn’t a serial axe murderer. I also told him I would be checking in with hubby by phone and text messages throughout the meeting, so he knew I was safe and sound.
I needn’t have worried, we got on well, the drink flowed as did the chat, we talked all things from politics to swinging, we sat close to each other, soon his hand rested on my knee , we had the odd kiss but as the bar was by now quite full we didn’t want to go into exhibitionist mode.
Hubby text me asking if “everything was okay”, lots of questions … “is he there”, “is he nice”, “do you fancy him”, “are you going to his room” , etc etc . Too many questions to answer so I popped to the ladies. I removed my knickers, so they rested against my ankle and took a picture. He got the message that everything was okay when he received that photo a couple of minutes later.
With knickers now in my handbag I sat back down with Gary. He laughed as I told him what I had done, he didn’t need any more invitation to slide his hand under my short dress to gently tease my pussy. I was wet, very wet and that clearly pleased him. We were lucky that where we sat, we had a table in front of us so it was quite easy to not be seen, but to be honest both of us were now not that too bothered. My hand was soon on his crutch over his trousers, clearly, he had no erectile issues with nerves, my hand stroking a very hard cock indeed. In my head I am thinking about size, my guess would be about 7 to 8 inches but a very nice girth, exactly how I like the cock to be.
We entered the lift, we were to go to his room rather than mine, no reason, it just panned out that way. As soon as the lift doors closed, he pulled me to him tightly and kissed me, he was a great kisser, his hand under my dress, his finger sliding inside my soaking pussy. I needed no more stimulation and came.
We stepped inside his room, he picked up the remote control and put a radio channel on the TV, I stepped into the bathroom to make sure my make up looked okay and spray on a little more perfume.
As I came back into the room, Gary was pouring two glasses of wine near the desk in the corner, he passed me my glass, while looking straight into his eyes, I took a drink and kissed him. I placed the glass on the desk and slowly hunched down, his groin now directly in front of my face, my fingers undoing his belt and zip. I let his trousers drop to the floor to revel his white briefs. His cock hard against the cotton materiel. I eased his underwear over his cock to release it and took it in my mouth. He moaned as I stroked his balls with one hand while holding his cock to suck with the other. My earlier guess on his size wasn’t that far wrong, a very impressively sized cock indeed.
I came back up for him to unzip my dress which fell to the floor, apart from shoes which I never, ever take off, I am naked, my pussy soaking wet and my nipples rock hard. In one movement he gently pushed me backwards onto the bed and dropped between my thighs, I spread my legs to enjoy his tongue quickly probing my pussy, teasing my clit and licking up my juices. I held my pussy open for him to get help him get his tongue as deep inside me as he could and was soon cummin again against his face. As I laid on the bed, naked, only shoes on, legs apart, my pussy swollen and wet he grabbed my phone from the bedside table and took my picture. I posed by holding my pussy lips open to show how excited I was, he then passed the phone back to me and told me to send to my hubby. As I did that he lay back between my legs and continued his fine work on my pussy.
He eventually came up for air, I had cum a few times, the bed sheet showing signs of how excited I was, he laid back. I kissed him and worked my way down his body, teasing him with my tongue until I reached his cock. I licked off the pre-cum that was oozing from him, licked his shaft and balls and took him in my mouth. He grabbed my phone; another photo was on its way to hubby.
Bloody condoms are sometimes devil work to get on, however and without killing the mood, I rolled one down his shaft, once on I sucked him over it to make sure it was all the way down his length. I positioned myself above his groin area, took hold of him and guided his cock into me as I slowly lowered myself down on to it. It stretched me and felt big, I have never had children, so I pride myself on having a nice looking and tight pussy, I am sure he enjoyed that from his point of view as his comments were certainly flattering. I moved up and down, my hand reaching down to stroke my clit as his cock throbbed inside me, inevitably I came again.
We rolled over, my legs as far wide as I could push them and he entered me again, this time it was harder, deeper and with more intent. We kissed passionately as he fucked me hard, really hard. Not fast but hard deep thrusts that were bordering on being as painful as they were enjoyable.
“Can I cum” he said into my ear…………. “on my pussy” was the answer given to him. He knelt up between my thighs, I once again spread my pussy lips with my fingers, I watched as he pulled off the condom and wanked his cock for a few seconds. The feeling of hot sticky spunk hitting my pussy always makes my cum and this time was no exception, I rubbed my clit to get the maximum pleasure I could, rubbing in his cum, licking my fingers and enjoying the moment. He picked up my phone, another photo for hubby. We laid on the bed, sweating, sticky and giggling. A couple more glasses of wine and general chatting.
I answered some of hubbys text messages, even phoned him to tell him I had been fucked and gave him some of the detail.
It was shower time, I went in and started to soap myself, hoping to keep the water off my hair, you really don’t need to see my hair when it’s not been blow dried and straightened. I was soon not alone. The shower door slid open and in he came. Stood behind me he kissed my neck while gently soaping my tits, stomach and pussy. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock once again stiffen and push itself against me. I turned around and dropped to my knees, my hope of keeping my hair dry was now in tatters as water covered me. I took him in my mouth, teasing his balls with my fingernails, wanking while sucking. His hand held the back of my head, I think he thought I would pull away. He was wrong, I never pull away. His spunk hitting the back of my throat, I swallowed all he could give and gently carried on sucking and licking as he went soft again.
Hubby and I had previously agreed that I wouldn’t sleep with Gary, so I got dressed, kissed him good night and went to my room. It was 3 am by now. I phoned hubby and went to sleep.
7am my phone bleeps. It is Gary, his message is simple ……. “my room or yours”. Panic sets in, I am half awake, no makeup, hair not done, there is no way he is coming to mine right now. I text back “your room” and tell him 15 mins.
I quickly jump in the bath apply some, but not enough make up, grabbed a quick coffee from the machine in the room. I put on my black high heels and then a sense of naughtiness came over me. His room was a floor up from me, but like mine only a couple of doors from the lift. I put on a very thin and light dress and took everything out of my handbag. Out of the lift and glancing down the corridor to see it was empty I quickly removed my dress and put it in my handbag. I knocked on his door stark naked except for my shoes, he opened the door, to my delight he too was naked, his cock stood proudly outward of his body. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom window, pulling back the curtains I could see the streets of Manchester below busy with people making their way to work. He lifted me and placed me on the window ledge, my back against the window, my legs apart , I looked him straight in the eye, no words, no conversation, no kissing as he put on a condom, walked towards me, held his cock and guided it inside me. He banged me hard against the window, my holding onto the windowsill to stabilize myself. He pushed hard and deeply into me , I looked over my shoulder, excited at the thought that someone just maybe looking upwards and could see what we were doing. He helped me down and I turned around, bending over and leaning against the windowsill he fucked me from behind, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back I came immediately …. “fuck me” I said, “fill me with your spunk” I said. He shuddered as he filled his condom inside me……….
Sat with him at Breakfast I texted hubby to update him, told him I would soon need to leave to make my way to the train station, me and Gary chatting, and I was a very happy girl. Gary said that he had a meeting in the morning but if I wasn’t in a rush would take me to lunch. I went on Trainline and changed my train reservation for later in the afternoon. Gary was in Manchester for the week, so I collected my stuff and left it in his room and went shopping.
Lunch was to be at 1pm in a restaurant in the City Centre. It was great, we talked a lot, drank a little and generally flirted. Gary in his suit looked great and I was soon in the mood. “What are your plans for this afternoon” I asked politely. He paused for a while and then said “fucking you in the sauna” he said…. I replied “oh, which sauna”. It transpired the hotel had a health club, I didn’t know, but it was in the lower floor of the hotel. As we walked back to the hotel it was a quick visit to Next in the Arndale for a bikini.
I was swimming in the hotel pool later when Gary came down. To my annoyance there were two other guys in the water, we swam, laughed and generally made it look like we were a couple. He would swim past me and cheekily stroke my tits or pussy and me his cock. One guy eventually left the pool and me and Gary went to Sauna. It wasn’t that hot, so Gary poured water onto the coals. I sat on the higher bench, he sat on the lower one below me so he could finger me, and no one could see from the pool area through the small window on the sauna door.
I spread my legs to allow him access, he half stood up, I pulled my bikini bottoms to the side and he started to lick me. … I moaned softly and as quietly as I could. I stood down and kissed him, stroking his cock through his swim shorts, as usual he was rock hard. I wanted him and said I wouldn’t fuck without a condom, miraculously he produced one from his shorts pocket !! (Men!)
I turned around and started to bend over, desperate for him to fuck me and the sauna door opened, we both sat down quickly as a guy, the one guy left in the pool came in. I glanced at Gary, his cock stood out in his shorts like a light house , me my bikini bottoms half on, half off.
The guy smirking said ….. “oh sorry”…… “caught you at a bad time?” ….. Now at this point I would normally blush, make an excuse and leave, but I was in an excited and horny mood, still benefitting from a couple of glasses at Lunchtime so I replied “ not at all, you want to watch?”
Very soon I was bent forward, my arms on the bottom benches, my bikini bottoms around my ankles and Gary was fucking me from behind. The guy sat in the opposite corner, his towel open and wanking his cock. Gary then sat on the bench and I sat on him, fucking him slowly, leaning forward so the guy could see Gary’s cock in my pussy. I stopped for a while and sucked Gary through his condom. I was now in exhibition mode and wanted to show off.
Once again, I stood up, Gary came behind me and turned me towards to guy wanking. Gently bending me forward he entered me again from behind, this time I reached to the guys cock and wanked him while Gary fucked me. He wasn’t really my type, but he had a nice average cock and I was, by now too excited to really care. I encouraged Gary to fuck me and fill me with spunk, as I felt him doing so the guy came all over my fingers. I turned around, pulled off Gary’s condom and licked off all his spunk off his cock .
One hour later I am sat on the train, on my way home, buzzing at the thought of telling hubby everything and arranging to meet Gary again.
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