Mikesready07 - Untitled

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.

Oooohhhh yes

I’d like to see his hand slide inside your shirt and grab your bare tits.