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Hard

Hard as hell.

Getting my jackpot in Jackpot

This was probably one of my most spontaneous and most dominant encounters. Many years ago - maybe a couple years into our hotwife lifestyle - we had a weekend getaway to Jackpot, NV. This is a border town on the south side of Idaho, where Idahoans can make a trip to gamble, etc. We were in the main bar of the casino, at a table with me on my 3rd Crown Royal of the night. That's quite a bit for me, so I was feeling hot and frisky. Fortunately there were a bunch of college guys - probably from Boise State - at the bar, watching whatever sports were being shown.

The closest guy was clearly eyeing me. I was sporting tight jeans, a top that didn't quite reveal too much other than I had a great rack, and my favorite black come-fuck-me pumps. My husband was rubbing my back, and was also on his 3rd drink. Every time the guy looked over I'd do my most flirtation gesture: smile demurely, play with my hair, or move my legs in my chair.

My husband saw what was happening, and so we decided he would "go to the restroom" to see if the guy could be made to make a move. And a move he did: he came over to offer me a drink, as his buddies half watched, half continued watching their game.

"How about I get us some drinks, and you can sit with me," I offered. His eyes lit up, expecting a rejection given that I was just with my husband. He asked about the guy that left. "That's my husband, but don't worry: he really wanted me to meet you. I really wanted you to come over," I said, touching his arm.

The waitress brought us drinks and we got to know one another. They were indeed from Boise State and were there to watch some band play tonight (don't remember who). And I asked: would he prefer to be with me, with my husband watching, than see the band? Probably the most forward statement I have ever said. Being on the 4th Crown Royal of the night probably had a lot to do with that. He was excited but nervous, as 1) my husband came back, and 2) his buddies were headed over to see the band, and saw that he was "occupied."

But he stayed. We talked some more before my husband walked us back to our room. I held him, and he held me, his hand going down to my ass. I'm pretty sure one of his friends saw us, and that made me hot. Our room was on the same floor as the casino, so it was close and we were ready.

He was nervous. Very nervous. Of course he was: he was at most 22 years old and was in a bedroom with some guy's wife, with said guy watching his every move. I had my husband shut off the lights, so he wouldn't be seen and the college stud could get in the mood. I removed our clothes, and took a very dominant role, going down on him as he laid on the bed. He wasn't big - in length or girth - but was EXTREMELY hard by the time I got him going. Seriously, it was like steel.

I climbed on top of him. I rode him HARD. I was a complete slut in that moment, letting some college kid fuck my married pussy while my husband listened silently somewhere in the room. His dick was so hard that I came twice in rapid succession before he filled me, his loud grunts probably echoing into the hallway. I kissed him, thanked him encouragingly, his erection still quite solid in me.

I got a warm washcloth and cleaned his limp penis. I thanked him as he got dressed, and he went off to find his friends. We didn't see them for the rest of our weekend stay.

I hope he told them about the hot married slut he just had.

Our room wasn't ready despite asking for an early check-in, so we sat in the atrium on a 2-seat couch. My husband held me, and was getting frisky with his hands. He knew I had no panties on beneath my lengthy dress, and slid his hand behind my back and down to my seat, cupping part of my cheek. I had been sexting with my soon-to-be lover for the first couple hours of the trip, so my husband knew I was already quite worked up. We watched the other guests come and go, watching for anyone to notice our heavy petting in such an open place. None did.

The man we were meeting came in, immediately recognized us, a big smile on his face. Even without the sports coat, navy blue shirt, and tight jeans he was a dead ringer for a younger Don Johnson. It should go without saying I was happy with this man's looks.

We stood, and I gave him a warm hug. I'd come to know him through messaging, so it felt right. He shook hands with my husband, talked about our respective trips, and generally had a good conversation without awkwardness despite all knowing what he was about to do to me. My husband went to check on the room, leaving us alone to chat.

Once we got to the room, my husband opened a bottle of wine we had brought from home, and we sat on the couch to relax. Soon I motioned our new friend to sit by me, to which he immediately leaned in for a kiss.

And it was on. I stood after a bit of passionate french-kissing and proceeded to the bedroom, inviting the men to follow.

"Will you take it off of me?" I asked my husband, raising my arms to help him slip the dress off. He pulled it off in a mostly-smooth motion, revealing my corset top, my leggings, and the very bare pussy between.

My new lover came over for a deep, deep kiss, cupping my ass with one hand, and pushing my corset up with the other. He got it off, and fell in love with my tits as they bounced, released from compression.

I proceeded to get his clothes off, unbuckling him and mostly getting his jeans off as he removed his shirt. His boxers were silky and did little to hide the obvious erection.

He went down on me, and gave me two intense orgasms back to back. My husband, sitting in the chair, was quite impressed. I stood to suck him, but, he turned me around instead, bent me over the bed, and slowly worked his cock deep into me. He was good. His thrusts were slow but very passionate. He thumbed my ass without penetration.

I was able to stare into my husband's eyes for a good while. "Come here," I told him, inviting him onto the bed. He laid down and kissed me, suppressing the moans as the cock in me began to move faster and faster. My 3rd orgasm came while my husband had his mouth solidly against mine.

My lover fucked me in so many positions I lost count. And he lasted well over an hour, stopping only twice to eat my pussy. When he came as we were fucking missionary, it felt like I'd been injected with a gallon of hot cum. It was definitely a lot: cum doesn't flow out of me so easily as his did.

"Be gentle honey, she's been through a lot," I told my husband, as he moved in between my legs, my lover and I laying back in exhaustion.

Half an hour later he fucked me again, cumming inside me a second time. He thanked us and left after a shower in our bathroom. I gave him a deep kiss in the hotel hallway in just my corset and a pair of shorts.

It was 5pm, just over 5 hours after we first met. I had a looong night of sex with my true love ahead of me.

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