We’ve been happily married for almost 30 years, raised three wonderful children and have four grandkids and I thought life was good just growing old with my husband. Well a couple of years ago he announces that he’d like to take up swinging. I was crushed and felt he didn’t love me. He kept telling me he did but wanted to try to put some excitement in our love life and I finally relented. We started going to some swinger’s meet and greets and dances. He’d dance and flirt and I’d just watch and sometimes get to dance but I really wasn’t interested in anyone else.
We went to a few house parties and he’d play. One time I went with this man because Allan, my husband, insisted that the only way he could play with his wife if I played with her husband. I did and it was no big deal. I told Allan later that he was a much better lover and still wasn’t that interested in swinging.
Allan found a couple of guys that he thought I’d be more interested in but I still didn’t find anybody that really sparked a fire in me or even turned me on in the slightest. Allan kept asking me to dress sexier but my conservative and religious upbringing made it difficult for me to do even though Allan kept buying me sexy clothes. I figured, who’d want some almost 50-year-old woman anyway. Well two weeks ago, that all changed.
The company I work for decided to completely upgrade their computer system and software, which required all of the regional office managers to go to corporate headquarters in Kansas City for a week of training on the new computers and software. I’m one I had to go even though I’m very computer literate and felt it was unnecessary. Headquarters set down what they’d pay for travel expenses and told us that if we could get it cheaper, we could keep the difference. On the other hand, if we went over, we’d have to make up the difference so I went online and found a great package deal. There were two flight offers that filled my bill and the one that was $25 cheaper had only a forty-five-minute layover in Salt Lake so I took it figuring that was an extra bit of spending money. My mistake.
We landed and some passengers got off and more took their place. When we taxied to the runway, the pilot announced that there was a problem and we needed to return to let the mechanics check it out. Apparently, there was an over heat light that was coming on and FAA regulations wouldn’t let them take off if it was on. The mechanics worked on it for almost an hour and then we taxied back towards the runway. Finally, I thought since now I’d get in late but at least we were on our way.
Well just as the pilot hit the throttle, that dang light came on again so he aborted takeoff and we headed back to the terminal and had all the passengers disembark. The airline official said that they were bringing in another plane from Denver to take us on to Kansas City but it wouldn’t be there for over an hour and to make ourselves comfortable.
Have you ever tried to get comfortable in those airport chairs? Well the plane finally gets there and we had to wait for them to transfer our luggage and by then we were running three hours late.
By the time I got to my hotel, it was almost one o’clock in the morning. As I walked up to the desk at this economy hotel, a little cutesy blond desk clerk said, “I’m sorry mam but we have no vacancies.”
I looked at her in disbelief and told her, “Look, I don’t have time for your games. I have a confirmed reservation and booked using my credit card. Here’s my receipt and confirmation number” as I handed her my paperwork that luckily I had printed out.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “when you weren’t here after midnight and this young couple came in needing a room, I gave them yours. I’ll refund your money and call around and see if I can find you a room but it’s going to be difficult since there are two conventions and the state fast pitch softball tournament going on this week. This couple was desperate, that’s why I let them have this room. We won’t have any rooms available until Thursday at the earliest.”
I could have wrung her neck. I didn’t want my money back; I needed a room! I took my paperwork back and used the counter phone to call the 800 number for the travel company. I explained to this nice young man my predicament and he asked to talk to the clerk. She explained how she had given away my room and was very sorry but there were absolutely no rooms available. I then heard her give him her phone number. She said to me, “Well he’s going to see if he can find you a room but I doubt if he’s going to have much luck.
I sat there fuming and was thinking that people as stupid as her shouldn’t be allowed to live when her phone rang and after a short conversation, she called me to the counter and handed me the phone. The nice young man that I had talked to earlier said that everything was taken care of. He said that they had found me a room at the Sheraton. I explained that I was on a set perdiem and couldn’t afford that type of hotel. “Don’t worry mam,” he said,” we’ve already made arrangements and the hotel you’re at now will make up the difference. We have someone from the Sheraton on the way over to pick you up now. If I can be of any more assistance just call and ask for Stephen.” I said my thanks and hung up. Shortly a young man arrived and picked me up.
When I arrived, I didn’t even have to check in. They whisked me up to my room saying that I could check-in in the morning. My room was on the top floor and when I walked into the room, it was so opulent I couldn’t believe it. The young bellman turned down my bed and left, not even waiting for a tip. I called down and asked for a seven o’clock wake up and crawled into bed wondering how I’d function on less than four hours sleep on top of jet lag. Well the next day I managed to keep on top of things even though I was getting dirty looks from the trainer every time I yawned. During the afternoon break, he made some snotty comment about being sorry I found his training so boring. I told Paul my plight and explained that it wasn’t him but my lack of sleep and that placated him. He thought it was great that I was getting to stay at the Sheraton and was paying only about a quarter of what it should have cost.
Tuesday I was more on top of things and even pointed some things that Paul didn’t know and also made things easier and helped cement my relationship with him. Things were coming easy to me but not to others and I found myself helping out quite a bit the next few days. I told him that this could have probably been done with a PowerPoint presentation and saved the company some money. “Hey, what are you trying to do, put me out of business?” he said. Having more time on my hands since Paul was busy with the others, I began to notice that he was very handsome. Hell, I even had a few fantasies about him and I, not that he’d ever consider someone my age. Paul was about six feet tall, jet-black hair and ruggedly handsome, kind of looking like Antonio Banderas I thought to myself.
Wednesday was more of the same but Joannie, this cutesy young blond from our L.A. office made the comment that I was the teacher’s pet. I chalked it up to her ineptness at the computer and her age. I found myself helping any others that wanted some help if Paul was busy and he really appreciated it. At break time I came up behind her as she made the comment to her friends, “I’ll bet Kelli goes to bed masturbating with thoughts of Paul in her head.” One of them pointed out that I was right behind her and she said as if to justify it, “Well I know I sure did last night. So, tell me, do you masturbate to visions of him taking you?”
I just smiled and walked away thinking, “What a bitch!”
Thursday after lunch, Paul took me aside and said, “Kelli, if you want to go back to your hotel you can, since we will be mostly reviewing the stuff that you have obviously mastered.”
Smiling I told him thanks and said I’d take him up on it. He then asked me if I was going to the bar at the Sheraton that night. “Why?” I asked, “What’s going on in the bar?” Paul explained that Thursday night was Ladies night and all women get their drinks for half price. On top of that they had a great dance band there. “Are you going to be there?” I coyly asked.
“I will if you’re going to be there,” he said. Now Paul is probably in his mid 30 and what he’d ever want with a woman my age is beyond me but heck, a few drinks and some dancing might be fun after what I had been through earlier in the week.
That afternoon, I allowed myself the luxury of availing myself of the hotel’s beauty spa and got a manicure, facial had some highlights added when they did my hair. The stylist asked me if I’d like my legs waxed and though what the heck, let’s go all the way. Then she asked if I’d like a bikini wax while she was at it and figured Allan would appreciate it when I got home and went for it.
When the young woman was done, my legs were baby smooth along with my pubic area. She had left only a dollar sized little heart above my pleasure cove and showed me her handiwork with a mirror. “Now you can wow them when you wear your bikini. Have you been to our pool or tried out the Jacuzzi?” she said. I shook my head no but made a mental note to be sure and use them since it was included in the room cost. When she presented me the bill, I had no idea that it would be that much and had to put it on my credit card, hoping that Allan wouldn’t mind once he saw the results.
I had planned on eating afterwards but figured I’d just spent so much money that maybe I could skip a meal to try to even things up a bit. I went up to my room and picked out a nice dress, cut slightly above the knees but still fairly conservative.
I got to the lounge before the music started and ordered a scotch and water, my usual drink. Even at half price I figured I’d just sip it since it was so expensive, at least a lot more than I’m used to. I was just relaxing and swirling my ice around when someone slid up next to me and put his arm around me. “Hi, Beautiful. Glad you decided to make it. What’cha drinking?” said Paul.
I was sure he could see the red my face. I felt like I was glowing but answered, “Scotch and water.”
Paul called to the waitress and said, “Two Chevas rusty nails, please.” I looked at him and asked if he was that thirsty. He said that since he was buying me a drink his would be half price too. When the cute cocktail waitress brought the drinks, she took my glass as she placed a drink in front of each of us. “Bottom’s up,” Paul said as he clinked my glass. Now I hadn’t had a rusty nail in years and boy did it taste good.
The place was filling up with young people but they were mostly men and as the band began to play, I was pleasantly surprised to find that they played mostly good old rock and roll. Paul pulled me to my feet and said, “Come on Beautiful, let’s boogie!” We danced two fast ones and then I told him I needed to sit the next one out so we returned to our seats.
I had only taken about two sips of my drink when another young man asked me to dance. I told him that I needed to rest up for a bit. He said, “OK but I get the next dance, if that’s alright with your husband.”
I blushed and told him that my husband was at home in Seattle and he got this silly grin on his face and said, “Well then I guess next dance is mine, right?” and blew me a kiss.
“Seems like someone besides me thinks you’re good looking,” Paul said. I told him that it was probably that they were horney and the pickings were slim here tonight.
Paul clinked his glass to mine and said with a grin, “Here’s to being horney. Nothing wrong with that!”
Just then the waitress appeared with another rusty nail for me. I said, “Paul, you didn’t have to do that.”
Smiling the waitress said, “It’s not from him, it’s from the gentleman over there and pointed to the young man that had just asked me to dance. Well as the song was ending, he was at my table with his hand out, waiting for me to take it. I grabbed on and as he helped me to my feet, Paul put his hand on my backside to give me a little assist. He kept it there a little longer than I thought it should have but it did feel good and I gave him a little wiggle, just for fun.
“Hi, I’m Don. I hope your friend doesn’t mind me taking you away from him,” he said as we got to the dance floor. Before I could answer, the band began “Michele” by the Beatles, which I dearly love. Don took me in his powerful arms as we glided across the floor. Don was an excellent dancer and he felt so good pressed tightly to me.
Before I knew it, I could feel my juices flowing in my pussy. I guess it could have been that he had a big lump in his crotch that was pressed tightly to mine that caused it but is still felt damn good. Luckily the music ended when it did or I think I would have had an orgasm right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. Don tried to walk me back to the booth Paul and I were in but I excused myself saying I needed to use the powder room. In there I took a healthy pee and noticed that my panties were soaked. I figured I’d better get out of there before I ended up doing something I would regret later. At first, I was just going to head back up to my room but figured I’d better say my goodbyes to Paul before I did.
As I got back, Don and another young man were standing at the table talking to Paul. “There she is. We were going to send out a search party. We thought you might have gotten lost.” Paul said.
“No, just needed to empty the bladder. Now I need to say goodnight.” I said. The three of them looked like little lost puppies when I said that.
Then Don said, “You can’t leave yet. We still have all these drinks to finish first.” I looked down and there were about six or eight rusty nails on the table.
I said, “Tell you what, I’ll finish two more then I’ve got to head up. I want to use the pool and hot tub.”
As I went to slide into the booth, the young man with Don, Kevin was his name, took my hand and said, “My dance,” and took me out to the dance floor. Over the next hour or so I was kept busy with one or another of them dancing like I hadn’t danced in years. I’d come back to the table and a take swallow of my drink and head out with another fellow to dance. We danced fast ones and slow ones and boy could those young men make me feel like I wasn’t as old as I really was.
Finally, I told them it was time to go as I figured I needed to sober up and the pool would help. They reluctantly agreed and I headed back up to my room.
As I opened my suitcase looking for my suit, I found that Allan had packed my string bikini instead of my one-piece suit. That imp I thought. Well at least he might like the fact that these young men had gotten my juices flowing if nothing else.
I put on my suit and a cover-up and headed down to the pool. Once there, I dove in, the cool water rejuvenating my brain, at least it seemed to help. I swam a couple of laps and then climbed out and into the hot tub.
As the heated water engulfed me, I heard some hoots and hollers as Paul, Don and Kevin came stumbling into the pool room. They all had a glass in each hand and Paul had one in each pocket.. “We brought you something to drink,” Kevin said as he handed me another rusty nail.
“Don’t you boys ever give up?” I said. I looked at them then continued, “Too bad you don’t have suits or you could join me.” Well that was the wrong thing to say as they all just dropped their clothes except for their underwear and hopped into the hot tub with me.
I leaned back against the jet, aiming it at my shoulder which I injured many years ago in a car accident and mentioned it to them.
Paul said, “Here, let me help.” He then turned me and began massaging my shoulder and back. Damn that felt good. His strong hands were working on my back when Don took my foot and began massaging it.
“Damn, are you boys trying to spoil me or what?” I asked. Kevin then took my other foot and after he worked on my foot, started on my legs. When he did, so did Don. Damn their hands stroking up my inner thighs felt good.
I was in a sort of sinful bliss when all of a sudden, the maintenance man came and saw that we had drinks in there and the guys didn’t have suits on. He threw a tizzy fit and expelled us from the pool area. We left giggling like a bunch of school kids, the guys just pulling on their trousers and carrying the rest of their belongings.
We entered the elevator trying to make a hasty retreat, when someone yelled, “Don! Hold the door.”
This mountain of a man entered the elevator with us and gave us this sort of funny look. Here I was with these young men, all of whom were only partially dressed and I in my bikini. I could only wonder what he thought was going on. Don spoke, “Kelli, this is Joe, my boss. Joe, this is Kelli and her friend Paul.” It seems that Don and Kevin work for Joe. He is a successful manufacturer of food processing and harvesting equipment.
“And what are you kids up to?” Joe said, giving us this condescending look. Don explained that they had kicked us out of the pool room because we had drinks in there.
“Well, ya’ll better come up to my room and have one. I won’t kick you out.” Joe said. Now Joe’s about my age, ruggedly handsome, 6’5″ and 275 lbs. but he seemed nice enough. I just went along with the crowd and we went into his suite. Damn, I thought my room was nice but his was really fine. It even had its own Jacuzzi in it and not just a little bathtub either.
We made small talk as Joe made us all drinks. He had this really well stocked bar of which we made good use of. I sat down on the edge of Joe’s bed with Paul and Don on either side. Joe and Kevin were sitting down facing us and we were making small talk and cracking jokes when someone brought up the subject of sex.
I must have been pretty drunk because I sort of let slip how my husband wanted us to take up swinging and how I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. The young men said that someone as beautiful as I was shouldn’t worry about it. I went on to tell them about having sex with that one man just so my husband could have fun with his wife. They asked me if I had fun and when I said that I didn’t, someone said that I probably didn’t have the right man then.
I guess the alcohol was getting to me because I couldn’t even tell who said it. I felt a bit woozy and lay back trying to compose myself.
Without warning, Paul’s lips ever so gently touched mine. Once, twice, three times, then his tongue entered my mouth and I found myself kissing back. Damn he was a good kisser. I was enjoying his kisses when his hand began caressing my stomach. Then he softly caressed my leg and I was moaning in pleasure when Paul’s hand slipped under my suit and his fingers hit my now wet slit.
When his fingers hit my clit, it was as if something exploded in me. I came like I haven’t in years. I began arching my back and pushing my crotch up so he could get his fingers in deeper. Someone untied my bottoms and that let Paul go deep. I was blasting off like crazy and everything felt so damn good. Don had slipped his hand under my top and was playing with my nipple. Then he removed my bottoms and Paul’s fingers plunged deep inside of me. Kevin was caressing my other breast and pulling my nipple. Oh damn, there I went again I thought as I felt myself soak Paul’s fingers. Shit this felt good. Maybe it was the alcohol but I didn’t care who was doing what all I knew was I was cumming like crazy. Now Don had moved down to my other nipple and I was in sensory overload and loved it.
Paul removed his fingers from my dripping love canal but before I could show my displeasure, Kevin kissed my clit then sucked it into his mouth. Oh God, here I go again I thought and my hips bucked and bucked as I came in volcanic proportions. Finally, he ended his pleasurable assault allowing me to catch my breath. There was no rest as Paul move in with his steeled shaft in hand. He quickly guided it into my wetness and I wasn’t able to stop him, not that I’m sure I wanted to. I felt him stretching my pussy as his shaft slowly filled my pussy, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Once he was all the way in, he began stroking his shaft faster and faster until he was driving me into an almost constant orgasmic state.Paul was pounding into my silky slit and I was cumming on it like a broken slot machine. Don was now frenching with me and Kevin had a nipple in his mouth, sucking for all his worth. I heard Paul let out a low moan and could feel him cum inside me. He shuddered a bit then slowly pulled out. I tried to catch my breath but before I could, Kevin took his place. His cock was thin but I still was having orgasms, maybe it was all the kissing and fondling the others were giving me along with his rapid pounding. Kevin only lasted a couple of minutes when he added his load into my pussy.
Don quickly took Kevin’s place, now he also had a healthy member on him. He was by far the biggest cock I had ever taken, not that I’d had that many, only two before tonight. Paul was lying next to me and I was so turned on that I took his limp shaft and pulled him up to me and took him in my mouth, which is highly out of character for me. Poor Allan hardly ever gets head from me. I usually have gagging problems but not tonight, it must have been the scotch.
Don’s cock was giving me lots of pleasure and I was showing my appreciation on Paul’s cock and he was moaning and caressing my hair. I could feel Don pick up his pace as he said he was about to cum. Having my mouth full, I couldn’t answer him but just kept on sucking. Don’s grunts as he came sent Paul over the edge and I felt uncomfortable having him cum in my mouth and pulled him out and he ended up spurting his wad all over his chest. I was amazed at how much he came. Not like my Allan who only gives me a little spurt. Don pulled out and sat down next to Joe.
I looked down at my body and it was covered in perspiration. My pussy was throbbing from all the action it’d seen. I still don’t know why but I looked at Joe who was still dressed and feeling naughty asked, “Wouldn’t you like some?”
Don got this really big smile and said, “If you really want some more.”
I told him it wasn’t fair to leave him out and he got this look like a kid locked in a candy store. I just lay my head back trying to catch my breath when I heard one of the guys, Don I think gasp, saying, “Damn Joe, you’re hung like a Rocky(H).” I looked down and saw the biggest cock I’d ever seen outside of a porn movie and maybe even then. He was only half hard and was longer and thicker than Don. I was apprehensive about whether or not I could take someone his size and told him so. Joe assured me, “Darlin, I want you to enjoy this so if I do anything that hurts you, you stop me, ya’hear.” I nodded and he took his cock in hand and guided it to my soaked pussy. He worked his half-hard cock into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his girth.
As he got more of it in, he began getting harder and I was feeling really stuffed, not painful mind you, just overly full. Joe slowly pulled out most of the way then ever so slowly pushed back in until he could go no more. I came as he touched bottom and threw my legs over his shoulders, hopefully to get a better position for us both. He began pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in until he bottomed out. I could feel my insides being pulled along with his shaft and was having a great time of it. I could hardly tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. Then Joe began pounding in earnest and it began hurting some. I put my hand on his stomach to slow him down and realized that there was still about four inches or so that he still wasn’t able to get in. Damn he was big.
Hoping to be able to control things better, I suggested that he let me get on top. “Are you sure lil’ lady? We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.” He said, sort of bashfully.
“No, we’re not going to stop, not until you cum that is. It wouldn’t be fair to you,” I blurted out, wondering who this woman was that was taking on four men, surely it wasn’t me? Was it? Joe slowly withdrew his member from my pussy and lay down next to me. The other men were all sitting on the couch now, watching the show we were putting on. It must have been the scotch because I decided to play the little slut for them and crawled up on top of Joe, kissing his navel as I rubbed my pussy on his leg.
Ever so slowly,I moved up to his nipples and took turns on both of them for a bit, enjoying the heat from his huge cock, which I was pressing against my tummy as I teased him. I then moved up to where his cock was rubbing my slit and was rubbing myself on his manhood, which was causing him to arch up in desire. I then moved up to his face and kissed him deeply, our tongues interlocking like teenagers. I felt him reach down and take his cock and aim it at my entrance. It slid in surprisingly easy, maybe I’d adjusted to it I thought, either that or I was numb from the alcohol.
As long as I kept kissing him, he could only get about half of that monster in me, even though he was humping under me like a mad man. I felt a wondrous orgasm overtaking my body and yelled out, “I’m cumming! Fuck I’m really fucking cumming HARD!” Just as I said the words, Joe’s huge hands grabbed my rib cage and he put me up on his rod so that I was sitting full force on it as the biggest orgasm of my life hit. I was seeing stars and babbling incoherently when without warning, everything went black.
Sometime later, in a foggy state, I remember waking up, my pussy still tingling and throbbing. Damn, what did I do? I was thinking when all of a sudden, I felt something twitch in my pussy. It was Joe’s cock! I had passed out on top of him and was still in the same position, only now the room was dark. I frantically looked at the clock next to the bed and it read 4:18 A.M. Oh my God, what had I done? I thought as visions of my wickedness filled my head. Surely Allan would divorce me if he ever found out. I then felt an urgency in my bladder and knew I had to extricate myself from Joe so I could use the bathroom and get back to my room.
As I attempted to roll off, Joe cupped my face in his hands and kissed me ever so gently, saying “Thank you. Kelli, you are a wonderful. beautiful woman.” I said I needed to use the facilities and he let me up. I staggered to the bathroom and after what seemed like the longest pee of my life, wiped my sore, puffy, well-used pussy. I was in a state of confusion. I’d just had the wildest, most sensual, night of my life but I felt guilty as all hell for doing it. I figured I’d just get my things and make my way back to my room. As I opened the bathroom door, there stood this grizzly bear of a man. “Me next!” he said as he brushed past me.
I was trying to find my things when he came out. I said, “Can you help me find my suit and cover-up? I need to get back to my room. I have to be up by six to get ready for class.”
Joe came over and said as he took my hand in his, “Would you do me the honor of staying here the next couple of hours? Not for sex, just to cuddle. Ever since my Clarice died two years ago, I’ve been alone and having you here I’ve slept better than since she went into the hospice and that was 9 months before she left this earth.”
I was torn up, then he added, “As for your suit, I think the guys it with them. Your little cover-up is under the bed though.” I was pissed off at them for doing that and really was still a little wobbly on my feet so I agreed. I was lucky they left my cover-up as it had my room keycard in the pocket. Then this bear of a man, gently cradled me in his arms as we lay down, giving me a sense of protection and comfort, which eased away my fears. No sooner had he pulled the covers over us than I fell back to a blissful sleep.
The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door. The bed next to me was empty. Had he left me? Was I late for class? How would I tell Allan? How could I ever face my husband again? My mind was racing with all of this and more when Joe came out of the bathroom and opened the door. The bellman pushed a cart into the room and smiled as he past the bed to put our breakfast on the table.
Joe tried to tip him $20 but he refused with this big grin. It wasn’t until he left that I realized that I had been sitting up in bed, the covers in my lap, my naked breasts in plain view. Joe laughed, “Now I’ll bet he’ll be telling all his buddies about this.” I was flustered. Joe came over to me and handed me a new hotel robe. It was soft as velvet and felt decadent against my skin. I then looked over at the clock and it was just 6:00 A.M.
Even though I thought I should be heading to my room, I was famished and breakfast looked fantastic. I think Joe had ordered everything on the menu. There were biscuits, gravy, sausage, bacon, eggs, toast, coffee, juice, two different omelets and an assortment of fruit and pastries. As I ogled the table, Joe softly said as he cupped my shoulders, “I didn’t know what you’d like. I hope this will be OK?”
Don’t ask me why but I turned to him and kissed him then headed to the table and filled a plate. I ate, no wolfed down my food as I knew I needed to get ready for class. Joe sat across from me, looking at me smiling as he sipped on his coffee. With a mouthful of food still in my mouth and a cinnamon roll in my hand, I leaned over to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Got to go!” I muttered through the food as I grabbed my lace cover-up headed out the door.
Once inside my room I raced into the shower, dried and threw on deodorant and some lipstick, no time for make-up today. As I reached for my purse that was on the chair under the dress, I had worn the night before I could hear my cell phone going off indicating I had voicemail. I opened the phone and saw that I had 6 voicemails. I then checked my missed calls and there were eleven from Allan. “Oh shit!” I muttered and hit the voicemail button as I headed towards the elevator.
“Well my love”, I heard Allan’s voice say, “It looks like you must have found a nice gentleman and had some fun last night. When you get this, please call to let me know that you’re OK. I do worry about you but I am hoping you managed to have a bit of fun with someone.” There was a sigh then he continued, “Knowing you, you’ve probably spent the night with the girls, gossiping or whatever it is that women do when they’re alone. Anyway, call me when you get this. I love you.”
There was a knot in the pit of my stomach as I tried to figure out what to tell Allan. On the taxi ride to headquarters, I waited until I was almost there, then hit his number. “Hello, sweetheart. I just wanted you to know I’m fine. I’ll call later and tell you the details but I’m late for class now so I can’t really talk. Love you.” I said.
“Bye bye, love you too!” He said and I closed my phone and paid the driver.
I rushed into class, which had already begun and all eyes turned to me as I got to my computer terminal. Joannie quipped, “Heavy date last night, dearie?” I wasn’t going to even acknowledge that I heard her then Paul came up and gave me a single red rose. He took my hand and kissed it, then went back to the front of the room to continue the final presentation. Joannie tapped me on my shoulder and I turned to see what she wanted. “You slept with Paul last night. Didn’t you?” Joannie whispered. I was trying to get the words of denial out but I could feel myself turning red and she guess the truth, at least part of it. “Way to go girl. Damn but I’m jealous. All I did was go to bed alone and masturbate to thoughts of him between my legs and here you go and do it. I’m proud of you!” she said, this time so several others heard and they all got big smiles and a couple gave me the thumbs-up sign. I still had the issue of Allan to deal with.
During break I listened to Allan’s messages, some of which he was telling me of what he wished I was doing with a guy. He said he hoped I was getting fucked silly among other things. Boy if he only knew. Hmmm, would he believe me if I told him the truth? At lunch, I called him as I walked towards the restaurant. “Hello Beautiful” I heard that familiar voice say, “So are you going to let me in on your evening?”
“Do you really want to know?” I barely got out.
“What do you mean? Did you really find a guy and play last night? he said.
“Is that what you wanted me to do? I asked.
Excitedly he said, “Oh, hell yes! Did you?”
“Um-huh” I answered.
“So, tell me, what did you do?”
Before I could answer, I found myself at the restaurant and there were several of my classmates already in the lobby of the restaurant so I said, “I’ll have to call you later tonight and give you all the details dear. I’m here with my classmates and we’re having lunch.”
“Call me as soon as you can!” he said with urgency.
Oh God, how was I going to tell him? I just picked at my lunch, even though I was hungry as the knot in my stomach kept it churning. The afternoon seemed to drag by; maybe it was the alcohol or lack of sleep or both.
Paul handed out our certificates of completion and asked me to stay. When we were finally alone, he held my hand and said, “I hope your husband appreciates what a wonderful woman you are. You are a vibrant, sexy woman and don’t let any of those young shits tell you different.”
He then kissed me first on the cheek, then my neck. That sent shivers up my body, bringing back some of the feelings of last night. “I don’t know how to ask this but here goes. Could I come up and see you tonight?” he softly whispered.
I shook my head no and said I had some things to do. Then he asked, “If I make it to Seattle soon, can I look you up?”
“E-mail me when you do. I’m going to have to see where this takes me,” I told him then left.
As I entered the lobby of the hotel, the manager caught my attention and motioned me over to the desk. “Mrs. Blake, there’s a delivery for you” he said with what I perceived to be a sly grin. Then he pointed behind me and sitting there was Joe, holding the biggest bunch of roses in a large hand-blown glass vase, I’ve ever seen.
Seeing me, he quickly rose up and brought them to me. “I didn’t know your room number or last name so they wouldn’t or rather couldn’t deliver them so I had to do it this way. I hope you don’t mind,” he bashfully said. I kissed him on the cheek and he followed like a lost puppy as I headed to the elevator and my room. I explained to him that I needed to tell my husband and asked his opinion on how I should do it.
“So, he really wanted you to screw other guys, huh?” Joe said and I nodded, “Well then just tell him the whole story, that is if he will believe you.”
‘Hmm’ I thought, ‘Allan probably wouldn’t believe me. How would I convince him?’ I turned to Joe and putting on my best bold face asked, “Joe, could we have dinner tonight? In your room?” His eyes glimmered and he boyishly nodded. I told him to order us dinner and I’d be up at 6:00. I almost laughed at his excited behavior.
Joe wanted to know what I wanted and I just told him to order something he and Clarice would have. He beamed and headed off.
Gathering up my courage as I undressed, I fiddled with my phone as I tried to remember as much of last night as I could. By now I was standing naked in my room, pacing back and forth and almost let out a yelp when my phone went off in my hand, it was Allan. Now the time had come I figured. “Hello dear. How are you doing?” I said.
“Right now, I’m on my way home. I’ve had such a hard-on since you called, wondering what you did that I couldn’t work. Can you tell me now? Please!” he said with urgency.
I decided to toy with him and said, “Call me when you get home. I wouldn’t want you to get in an accident playing with your cock while you’re driving,” and hung up.
It wasn’t five minutes when my phone rang again, “I’m here now!” his voice said and I could hear the garage door closing in the background so I knew he was following my instructions.
I began, “Now go to the bedroom and undress.”
He quickly did as I requested and said, “I’m ready. My cock is so hard it’s about to explode. Tell me what you did.”
Now I found myself valuing my newfound control over him and said, “Take some lube and gently stroke your cock. Not hard just keep it idling until I tell you, you can cum. By the way I’m laying naked in my bed, stroking my well used pussy. Do you really want me to tell you how bad a little girl I was?”
“Uh huh, please,” he pleaded.
“Well, what would you say to me having played with not one but four men last night?” I asked.
“No way! You? Never!” he said in disbelief.
I continued, “Well dear, I was thoroughly fucked by four men last night, one of which was hung like a Rocky(H). By the way, my fingers are dipping in my well-used pussy as we speak. Want to hear how wet I am?” and I held the phone to my pussy as my fingers made these squishy sounds for his enjoyment. I went into as much detail as I could remember about the night’s proceedings and while I was talking of taking on Joe, my fingers were a blur on my clit. My butt was bouncing off the bed and I had a tremendous orgasm.
“Oh, oh, oh shit!” I heard through the phone as Allan then let out a loud moan as he shot a big load of cum. After a bit of recuperating, he said, “So tell me, did you really do that?”
I paused and said, “Guess I’ll have to prove it, won’t I?” and hung up.
After throwing on something simple, I left my room and headed down to one of the shops in the lobby, I found a sexy little dress that I knew would excite most men. It was soft black patent leather, which showed off my cleavage and was slit almost to my waist. To this I added a pair of matching 4″ strap heels that just screamed ‘Fuck Me’ and a pair of black crotchless nylons. This would be perfect I thought and after paying headed back to my room. I hopped in the shower where I shaved my armpits and legs, including my rather tender pussy.
I had plans for the evening and I wanted Joe and Allan to have a surprise. I dabbed on my perfume making sure to put some on my nether regions in anticipation. I then slipped on my new outfit and sauntered down the hallway to the elevator. You should have seen the looks I was getting from the men I passed in the hall and the two college age boys in the elevator. They even stayed in the elevator when the doors opened at their floor, just to be with me. I was so wet I figured they could see a slick spot running down my inner thighs.
At Joe’s door, I was going to knock but found he had propped the door open. I walked in letting the door close behind me. I was trying to accentuate my wiggle since I was feeling so sexy. Boy did Joe’s eyes almost pop out of his head when he saw me. Taking a big gulp, he said, “Wow!” followed by a wolf whistle. That boosted my ego and confidence.
Joe came over to me and handed me a martini. Now I’m not usually into martinis but this time it tasted delicious. “Perfect!” I mewed to Joe.
He was beaming and said, “Clarice and I used to enjoy a few of these before we played when we were out of town. I was hoping you’d like them.” Taking another sip, I nodded my approval.
Now it was time to put my plan into action. “Joe, would you do me a favor and take my picture?” I said as I took my camera phone out of my purse.
Grinning he said, “I’d be glad to only let me get my camera, it’ll be a better picture.” I said that he could do both but I needed for him to take some with my phone and he agreed but had this puzzled look.
I explained, “Allan doesn’t believe that I played last night and I want him to tease him and send him some pictures. Mind helping me out?”
His smile turned to this big silly grin and his eyes gleamed in anticipation. He then took some pictures first with his camera then I showed him how to operate my camera phone and he took a few of me, first sipping my martini, then sitting on Joe’s couch with lots of leg showing.
Joe then asked if I was would like to eat or was I in the mood for something else. Looking at the Jacuzzi tub, I asked if we could hot tub first. He quickly pulled off the cover and I asked him to take pictures as I undressed in front of it and got in. He was busy taking pictures first with my cell phone then with his camera, getting two shots if each pose. I was trying to be as sexy as I could. I wanted to torture Allan for doubting me. Joe took several pictures of me entering the tub and the bubbles swirling around my body as I sipped my martini. Joe kept it refilled as soon as it’d get down halfway.
I told him he’d better slow down or I might pass out on him.
“Well we sure wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we,” he said.
I asked Joe if he was going to join me and he quickly dropped his clothes and headed towards the tub. “Grab the cameras,” I asked.
After climbing in and getting used to the hot water, Joe turned and kissed me, sensually and deep.
Not a quickie, but passionately and with true feeling. I broke off our kiss and said teasingly, “Remember, I’m a happily married woman.”
He got this little bad boy look on his face and said, “Well you can’t blame a guy for trying, now can you? You have single handedly changed my outlook on life. Today is the first day in two years that my heart hasn’t ached for Clarice. Here’s to you, a beautiful sexy woman!” and he clinked his glass to mine.”
I had him raise up out of the water with his cock near my face and took a selfie to send to Allan. I’ll show him for doubting me I thought. We made out in the hot tub for a while and his fingers brought me off several times and I played with his huge cock, stroking it slowly and teasing him but not letting him cum.
After another very nice orgasm, I told him I needed a break and we should eat. Joe got out of the tub and handed me one of those soft robes. After drying off, I laid the robe down on the chair and set at the table naked. Joe moved the dinner cart to the table and served dinner for us. I asked him to take pictures of me at the table and eating dinner naked. He was using both cameras and I enjoyed showing off. We enjoyed lobster bisque, New York steak, baked potato, candied carrots all of which were perfectly done.
For dessert he brought out a decadent chocolate mousse to which he drizzled Kahlua over it and topped it with fresh whipped cream. It was heaven. Finishing it up, I intentionally dropped the last bit on my left nipple and pulled it up to slowly lick it off. Joe stood up to get a close up with my camera phone and I swear he almost tipped the table over with his hard cock. He grimaced a bit when he did it and I coyly asked, “Do I need to kiss it and make it better?” His smile spoke volumes.
I took my last spoonful and placed it on his cock and slowly licked it off as he moaned in pleasure.
I had him lay on the bed and took the phone and took a picture of his hard shaft, being sure not to show his face. Then I handed the phone to him and said, “Call Allan for me. I want you to tell him what I’m doing to you. I want you to take pictures as I’m giving you head so he can’t say I didn’t do it.” I quickly showed him what to do to call Allan and how to send pictures. “Let’s have some fun,” I said as I took a taste of his wonder fat mushroomed head. I had both hands stroking him and there was still a lot exposed for me to lick and suck. Poor Joe was having problems concentrating on dialing as I teased his cock so I grabbed it and put it on speakerphone
“Hello, Allan?” I heard him say when Allan answered.
“Who is this? This is Kelli’s phone. What are you doing with it?” Allan said.
I mouthed the words, ‘tell him what I’m doing’ and went back to sucking his cock. “Well, right now she can’t talk, you see she’s got my cock in her mouth and is, ‘Oh my God’, giving me the best blowjob of my life.” Joe told him.
“Did Kelli put you up to this?” I heard Allan’s now shaky voice.
Taking my mouth from his cock, I said, “Yes, I did dear but I am sucking the largest cock I’ve ever seen. Joe is huge and later I’m going to take him in my pussy for your enjoyment. Joe, send him some pics, since he doubts us.”
Joe was having difficulty focusing on sending the pictures as my mouth and hands were severely distracting him.
The flash of my camera momentarily blinded me, as Joe took a pic of me sucking him. He then sent it to Allan and set the phone on the nightstand so Allan could listen in. Lifting my face from his cock, he pulled me on top of him and kissed me very passionately. We moved up on the bed where he spread my legs and went down on me, taking his time gently nibbling and licking me into several wonderful orgasms. They were great but I wanted something else. “Please, let’s make love?” I asked making sure it was loud enough for Allan to hear.
Joe moved up and I took his cock in my hands and guided it to my wetness. He tried a couple of times but today it didn’t want to go. Joe hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. Curious, I asked “And just where do you think you’re going?” ”
Ahh, I found it!” he exclaimed, “I didn’t know if it was still in my bag. I guess I kept it for sentimental reasons.” Joe was holding a bottle of lube. He continued, “Even after all our years together, sometimes I was just too much for Clarice and this would help. I sure hope this works.” With that he applied some to himself then put a finger full into my pussy. The coolness of it tingled and I shivered. “Here, let me warm you up,” Joe said as he crawled between my legs. This time his cock stretched my pussy but entered it, filling me up like no other. I arched my body up to meet him and came before he was all the way in.
Joe’s cock hit bottom and another explosion hit me. ‘Damn, what a cock’ I thought. He was stroking almost all the way out then slowly back in, giving me time to relax and let my pussy become accustomed to such girth. When things felt right, I wrapped my legs around his butt and he began fucking me in earnest. I was cumming non-stop. I really couldn’t tell where one orgasm left off and another one began. I could hear my own cries of pleasure, echoing off the walls.
‘What if the people next door heard us?’ I thought. As another orgasm hit, I said to myself, ‘I’ll bet they’re jealous!’
“Oh My GOD!” Joe bellered as his cock began shooting hot jet after jet of his cum deep in my love tunnel.
Covered in perspiration, Joe rolled off of me and I spoke into the phone, “Did you hear that, Allan?”
Somewhat breathless, Allan answered, “Yes I did. In fact, I came twice listening to you two while I was looking at the pics you sent. Do me a favor, since I couldn’t be there to watch, have him take a picture of your cum-filled pussy for me?”
Joe smiled saying, “That’s the least I could do for a guy that lets me play with his lovely wife.”
There were several flashes, both from my phone and Joe’s camera. “Wow,” Allan said when Joe sent them, “you really did it. I love you! Get a good night’s sleep and I’ll see you when you get home tomorrow. Love you!” Then he hung up.
I turned to Joe but he had this down look. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Letting out a big sigh, he said, “Tomorrow you’ll go back to your husband and I’ll never see you again.”
Playing with his hairy chest, I said, “Well we do have the rest of the night and who knows, maybe you could come out and visit us in Seattle. After all, Allan wanted to watch us play.”
A smile filled his face and he said, “A friend asked me a while back to bid on some work in the Seattle area. I’ll just have to see if he still wants me to. Hell, I’ll do the job at cost just so I can have an excuse to see you again.” He kissed me and as we lay together,
I could feel his manhood swell so I pushed him on his back and climbed aboard. Damn I was feeling slutty and enjoying the hell out of it. I rode him until he again filled my womanhood with his hot seed then we fell into a blissful sleep.
I woke Joe up two more times that night for sex. I was horny beyond belief and he was happy to oblige me.
In the morning after breakfast, Joe walked me to my room and helped me pack. Then he took me to the airport where we said our goodbyes. The flight home was something else. My pussy tingled and I was leaking cum. I had to make several trips to the restroom just to wipe my tender, well-satisfied pussy. When Allan picked me up at the airport, he was all over me. He wanted to make love in the parking garage but I convinced him against it.
We were hardly in the front door when he had me on the carpet and began licking my tender pussy. We were like teenagers filled with lust and loving every minute of it. Allan then turned me over, pulling my butt in the air as he guided his cock into my well-used pussy. Poor Allan only lasted a few minutes before he gasps and grunted, shooting his load in my pussy. As he pulled out, he gave my ass a slap, not real hard but it was unexpected and surprisingly erotic.
That night we made love and I again told him of all the details only this time he was able to get me off several times before he came. A few days later, Joe e-mailed me the pictures he took and I shared them with Allan. At the end of Joe’s e-mail was a note, ‘I just talked with my friend and he wants me out there at the end of next month to bid on a couple of jobs for him. It would please me to no end to be able to see you again. Would you be available?’
I asked Allan if it was OK if he stayed with us, and the gleam in his eye said it all so I quickly replied to Joe that we’d love him to stay with us. Now if I can just wait until he gets here.