My husband poured himself a whiskey on the rocks then sat down in the chair facing the bed. I stood in front of the bed with two men I barely knew.
I met them in a club on Bourbon Street only an hour earlier. We didn’t talk much. Dave, the more muscular of the two offered to buy me a drink. At the same time Will, the taller man asked if I wanted to dance. I accepted both offers to their dismay.
Neither of them complained though and a few songs later I whispered something to each of them that cheered them up. “I’m so fucking horny. I want the three of us to go back to my hotel room. Oh yeah, my husband will come with us. But don’t worry, he just wants to watch.”
I wish you could’ve seen the looks on their faces. Shock. Excitement. All rolled into grins.
I led them out, picking up my husband at the bar. I strutted back to the hotel, feeling like the sexiest woman on Bourbon Street. The fabric of my thong turned into a wet mess.
Walking into the elevator, I spotted the hotel clerk checking out my entourage. I smiled at him. The way he looked at me, then my new friends said it all. I felt so turned on, I thought I might melt away.
Then, like I said my husband poured himself a drink. He offered a drink to my two new friends, but I don’t think they even heard him.
I kissed Dave first and felt Will’s hands on my waist. I turned towards him and my lips met his. The first kisses or in this cases kisses, always made it feel so real. Dancing with other men in a club is one thing, kissing another man is a thing called cheating.
Of course we did more than kiss. Two sets of strong hands explored me, going well beyond my waist. Hands groped my breasts. Hands cupped my ass. The room started to feel very hot. I looked behind me and my husband smiled. I looked in front of me and couldn’t resist reaching out to greet the two growing bulges in front of me.
I unzipped my dress, the kind of dress that I would never wear where we might see someone we knew and it fell to the carpet. In just a sheer thong and the matching black bra, I felt like a Playboy model. Both men took a moment to look me up and down before attacking me again. I smiled as hands reached into the cups of my bra and pulled out my full breasts. That grin grew bigger as I felt fingers slide into my underwear and into my wetness.
I wanted to get fucked, but I knew my husband would be disappointed. That would have to wait. I slid to my knees and looked up at the two men standing in front of me. Time to cross another line. While a certain president may have not considered this cheating, I definitely did.
“Unzip your pants,” I said and they both didn’t hesitate. My heart started to pound. Mostly naked and with the air conditioning on full blast, I started to sweat.
I reached into Dave’s pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Long, thick and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I repeated the process with Will and found his strong, powerful looking cock waiting for me. Tonight had the makings of a very good night.
I stroked one in each hand, feeling their hardness. I felt like a kid in a candy store, all giddy and ready for more. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face.
They stood on either side of me and I went back and forth on them. First just kissing, then only licking. However, I wanted more. I knew my husband wanted to see more too.
I opened my mouth and took Will into it. I slid my red lips down his black shaft. I moved my lips up and down his shaft, his cock filling my mouth. I could’ve kept going, but I didn’t want Dave to feel left out. I turned directions and wrapped my lips around his swollen head. His hardness stretched apart my lips as I lowered my mouth on to his shaft.
I stroked one cock while working my mouth on the other. I raced my lips up and down one shaft for a minute or two, then switched to the other. I showed off my cock sucking skills and felt damn proud of my slutty self.
I looked back and caught my husband stroking his own cock. I slid Dave into my throat. I held him there until I needed to breathe again. I did the same to Dave and he gave me the warning, “I’m getting close.”
“Not yet,” I said as I removed my lips from him. “I want you two to come all over me, especially my face. But first I want to get fucked.” I didn’t sound like myself. I definitely didn’t sound like that at the office. I certainly never talked to my husband like that. I didn’t just sound like a slut, I was a slut.
I climbed off of my knees and on to the bed, leaving my remaining clothes behind. The two men quickly undressed, leaving a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. I licked my lips as I checked out their bodies. Both spent time in the gym, but had that toned, lean body that I loved so much.
They both put condoms on before they joined me. I would’ve been happy without any protection and my husband felt the same way. I didn’t hate the way sex with a latex barrier felt, but I loved the way it felt when nothing separated me from my lover. Even more than that, I loved the way it felt as they deposited their cum deep inside of me.
I laid on my back and opened my legs. Will climbed on to the bed first and climbed between my legs. Lust filled his eyes as he positioned himself over me. The scent of his fresh cologne drifted down. I locked eyes with my husband as Will penetrated me with his hardness. I’d lost count of how many times another man had been inside of me since his fantasy turned into a reality, but it still didn’t seem real.