Still, Veronica had been floored when he had suggested that she pick up a stranger and seduce him as Darin watched. Veronica Loved Darin implicitly, but she had had more than a few fantasies of what it would be like to have a fling. She never would have considered realizing those thoughts, they were just fantasy, but then he had brought the idea up to her. Now she wondered if he was having second thoughts.
He lay on the hotel room bed not paying her any attention, at least that's what she thought. Darin stared straight at the TV, but inside he was tremendously excited as he watched his wife get ready to go find a stranger to fuck. His eyes however were riveted to her each time her attention was focused on a task. His mouth went dry as he watched the creamy red lipstick glide across her moist lips, the way she carefully rolled each silk stocking up her thigh before attaching the garter. He had taken this process for granted during their own dates, not concerned with the details, only the end result. Tonight it seemed extremely erotic and altogether different.
They had agreed ahead of time that Darin would stay in the room. Veronica was nervous enough without having her husband stare at her as she picked from the available men. She rose from her seat at the mirror and did a slow pirouette at the foot of the bed. Darin's cock immediately sprang to attention. He tried to lean forward and grab her hips as she turned her back but she deftly skipped beyond his reach. "Uh Uh uuuuuuh, darling. You wouldn't want to mess up what I carefully prepared for someone else now would you?" She told him with a wicked little gleam in her eyes.
Darin groaned and fell back as she leaned forward and patted his bulge tenderly. "Don't forget to take care of this while he slides his cock into my tight little pussy baby." She said with mock sincerity. "The thought of you doing that will surely trigger my first orgasm tonight." Veronica hesitated a second, a moment’s pause swept through her before she carefully phrased her next question. "Baby, I want you to promise me your okay with this. If you're unsure we stop now. If we continue on, I want you to know there is no turning back, whatever happens, happens and there will be no regrets." Darin leaned up on his elbows looking his beautiful wife right in the eyes. "Have a good time baby, I love you very much." He whispered quietly, smiling. With that veronica kissed him tenderly and quickly left, closing the door behind her.
It seemed an eternity before Veronica returned. Darin watched TV for the first hour, confident that she wouldn't be back so soon, but then shut it off so as not to give them away. It was another hour still until Darin heard the electronic lock beep in annoyance at a card that had been incorrectly inserted. That was their signal, putting their cardkey in backward causing the lock to beep in denial. Veronica repeated it one more time as Darin quickly slipped into the closet of the hotel suite.
Darin dropped to the floor to peek out of the vent in the bottom of the door. He had carefully bent a corner to allow him a view into the room. He would use this until darkness and noise allowed him to crack open the door proper.
Veronica entered first, laughing playfully and pulling a man behind her. He was handsome if not a little stern. Maybe stern wasn't the right word, just very aware and calm. He smiled at her as she tugged his hand. He stopped and reversed the tug pulling her to his chest with a smooth motion. She gasped as he pressed her to him and kissed her deeply.
Darin's cock twitched as he watched this man so intimately kissing his wife. It seemed minutes before the kiss was broken and Darin hadn't breathed the entire time. Movement caught his eye as the man slowly rubbed her ass underneath her modestly short skirt. Veronica turned almost as if she were in a trance, obviously overwhelmed. Slowly shaking off the kiss, she excused herself to freshen up offering Jeff the bar.
Jeff fixed himself a scotch on the rocks and casually sat in the armchair awaiting Veronica's return, a slight warmth in the chair a little strange but pleasant. The sound of the shower running announced that she was washing away the smell of the bar.
Soon she entered back in the room in her silk robe. Moving toward the opposite chair. "No Veronica," he said in a smooth strong voice "Come sit beside me." She changed direction hardly missing a step and approached the edge of Jeff's chair, almost anticipating him uncrossing his legs and freeing his lap. Instead He dropped his right hand off the armrest to the floor beside him. Veronica's eyes dropped to the spot below his hand and she silently kneeled on the floor at his side, both of them facing the same direction.
After settling to her knees Jeff's hand gently started to stroke Veronica’s straight chestnut hair. His fingers sliding through it till they finally fell away at the end. She kept her eyes down and closed as she savored the sensual feeling. Finally, Veronica looked up and was surprised to see, directly in front of her, the full length mirror common to most hotel rooms. Framed in the mirror was Jeff sitting confidently in his chair with her kneeling to his side. Her eyes locked with the eyes of the reflected Jeff.
His eyes seemed deep and riveting but at the same time caring. He smiled asking if she'd like a drink. She smiled, unable to take her eyes from his "I'll have what your having." She whispered, barely voicing it at all. "I know." He said simply. Instead of rising, he held his glass to her lips. The smoky amber liquid flamed on her tongue as she drank the scotch. Very careful not to tip too fast, he gently took the glass from her mouth, her lipstick left a dainty print on the rim. Turning the glass while looking directly into her eyes he first tasted the print then drank from the same spot.
Veronica's breath seemed trapped in her chest. She stared riveted not knowing what to make of this man that seemed so unusual and yet so very sexy. Her head swam as she finally dared breathe, clearing the smoky vapors.
Jeff's hand, stroking through her hair, tightened and gently but firmly tipped her head back exposing her lips to him. The kiss that followed shook her to her core; it was followed by another and then more still. He seemed so skilled, kissing her whole body through her soft tender lips. As the kiss broke she found herself shifting around in front of him. She clung to his leg, laying her head upon his lap as he continued to stroke her hair.
Veronica's heart slowed as the kiss faded and the petting calmed her. That is until she became aware of the subtle pressure below. Somehow as she had turned to face him, she had straddled his right foot. The ankle passing between her thighs seemed innocuous as she embraced him. However, the flame of her arousal burned within and she suddenly realized that he too must feel its heat.
"Sit up baby." He softly commanded as he lifted her chin. She looked up, her eyes wide as if she'd been caught having wicked thoughts. Veronica sat back on her heels; her hands upon her thighs, as her sex pressed more firmly against his foot, a tremor shook through her as she rubbed across the laces. "Strip for me." He told her. Another tremor shook through her as her eyes darted quickly to the closet and back. Reaching up Veronica pulled her robe open till the silk slid over and off her shoulders to pool around her on the floor.
Darin could not believe his eyes. There was his wife kneeling naked before a fully clothed man and Jeff had barely done a thing. In fact all he had done was kiss her and stroke her hair.
A nervous feeling grew within Darin's gut. This wasn't what he had expected at all. Raw passionate sex, he was ready for, but this slow sensual dance was almost more than he could stand. It was driving him crazy, in much the same way as it did his lovely wife.
Jeff looked directly through her. Veronica watched his eyes waiting for them to expectantly leave hers and drop to her chest. She had lovely breasts, all natural about the size of softballs, with a slightly upturned nipple, giving them a delicious difference. He held her gaze. She had turned many heads with her looks but suddenly veronica realized that he would not look until she first looked away, it was a power game and suddenly losing seemed like a great idea. Veronica dropped her gaze till she herself could see them. Jeff also dropped his gaze drinking in her loveliness.
"Arch your back Veronica, slouching will never do." He quietly told her.
Veronica did as he requested, arching her back until her tits were thrust out for his inspection, rolling her hips as her pussy once again stroked across the fine laces of his Italian made shoe. A slight sigh escaped her as another small quiver went through her.
"Cup them." He added.
She again followed his commands lifting them slightly almost as if in offering.
"Now play with them as you do when you're alone." He said as he reached again for his scotch.
Veronica moaned, just audibly, as her fingers encircled her rosy nipples. Closing her eyes she began to lightly tug and twist at them. The remaining fingers fanning out to caress her tits gently. Her head slowly moved from side to side as she pleasured herself in front of this stranger. Her hips began to rock ever so slightly of their own volition. Veronica could feel the wetness flush into her sex, preparing it for him. She knew that his shoe would now be covered with her moisture. She didn't care. Veronica began to roll her hips riding the leather. The laces rubbing across her clitoris were sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"Gooood girl." He soothed gently.
Veronica barely heard him. Her breath fell from her lips in ragged gasps, as the pleasure built within.
"Does that feel good Veronica?" He asked her gently.
Lost in her pleasure she again barely heard.
She opened her eyes smiling, panting slightly, "Yessssssssssssss!"
"Pinch them harder baby." He instructed.
Veronica's moans became gasps each time she'd pinch down on her nipples. The constant switching from the shocks the laces caused to the jolts of her nipples was driving her crazy.
She felt him shift slightly forward in the chair. As he stood the pressure on her pussy lessened. Veronica whined slightly as the intensity subsided. She had been sooooo close to cumming. Looking up into his eyes, she knew that he was aware of exactly what had been denied. Veronica had to lean slightly back to maintain eye contact around the bulge in the front of his slacks.
"Don't stop dearest," he stated, lifting the foot she had been riding "Just wriggle lower."
Veronica slid her ankles to the side and flattened them until she once again felt the laces upon her pussy, resuming her ride.