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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.

Usually prefer it IN me than ON me.

We played with our friends yesterday. More like 2 threesomes sandwiched by some girl-on-girl playtime.

I have never felt so euphoric. If you and your husband have a married couple you’re close to, try it. I’m still in bed talking to my husband about our fun.

My top fantasy: A Train on Jane

One thing this lifestyle has done is given me lots of time to fantasize about all the kinky things I would not have otherwise imagined. Perhaps my biggest fantasy, though, is to have multiple men, back to back, in one night of debauchery.

It's not a "gangbang," where multiple men simultaneously stick their cocks at me or in me. Instead, each man takes his turn shoving his prick in me until he satisfies himself, erupting inside me and pulling his flaccid penis out only to be replaced by the next man's hardness.

I've explained how this night would work to my husband. He would be the organizer, and 'master of ceremonies,' as it were, leading each man to his turn on his well-fucked wife. We'd get a hotel suite, one with both a sitting room and the bedroom, so men could relax after they've had their turn inside me. My husband would present me to the gathered crowd - 6? 10? more? - and strip me before them all as the men disrobe and begin stroking their cocks.

He'd lay me on the bed - I like missionary, so this is to be the typical position each man will fuck me in - and kiss me tenderly as he presents me for service to our well-endowed guests. He'd find the hardest man to start the process. There would be little foreplay: maybe a kiss or a biting of a nipple. But then he'd slide his erection into me, tight but easily inserted given how wet I am in expectation of being used by so many fine cocks.

The first would grunt his orgasm as I, too, came from the first deposit of the night. He would roll off me just as the second man, chosen again by my husband, would climb on board. Number two would slide his cock into my well-creamed pussy as a new wave of ecstasy poured over me. My legs are splayed up over his shoulders, opening me to give him the maximum penetration into me.

And the night would proceed, each man filling me more and more as cum slimed my thighs, my belly, and the very wet bed. By #6 I have lost count, not even sure if I'm being fucked by the same man more than once, as some may have recovered and wanted another turn inside me.

Part of the thrill is being watched by so many horny men, knowing they'll get a chance inside me, to experience the victory of cumming in another man's wife, of giving her an orgasm in front of several other men. And the odor coming from so many masculine men, from the sex, and from the sweat of their persistent thrusting in and out of me.

And, in the end, as the men clean themselves and say their goodbyes, my husband would lay by me, feeling the soaked sheets and the gallons of cum that have been shot into - and leaked from - his very well-used wife.

Assertive Young Ladies #154

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