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What goes around cums around We booked a hotel room a few hours away, as we always do, to assure anonymity. A spicy role-play was on tap for tonight. I dressed like a pro in a tight, very short black dress with a deeply plunging front that formed a vee just below my belly button, no panties or bra. Five-inch stilettos completed my outfit. Hubby instructed me to strut to the elevators, come back, and knock on the hotel room door, like he was a paying customer. He’d be waiting for me. And I would do his bidding. Nothing would be off limits. My pussy was already dripping with excitement and anticipation. My skimpy dress barely covered my B-cup boobs, my hard nipples tenting the thin fabric, helping hold the dress in place, but still not enough to cover the outer rings of my brown areolae from peeking out from underneath. The door closed behind me with an ominous click, I didn't have a key. I tentatively started walking toward the elevators, unconsciously rolling my shoulders inward in a futile attempt to shield my boobs from view, hoping that I wouldn’t encounter anyone on my hubby's mandatory walk of shame. Dressed like a slut, my tiny dress squeezed my boobs out toward my midline, like a vertical push-up bra, but I wasn’t wearing one, and the too short hem of my dress just barely covered my ass cheeks. Compulsively, I tugged at the hem, as it hiked up my backside with each step. Unexpectedly, my smoldering arousal began burning hotter with each step, pushing aside my self-consciousness, emboldening me. The farther I walked away from the safety of my hotel room, the giddier I became, drunk on euphoria. The risk of being caught was becoming my reward. I started to own the character I was playing that night. Unwittingly, I began pulling my shoulders back, pushing out my chest, my dress straining to its limits to contain my wayward boobies, as I strutted down the hallway, like a runway model at a fashion show, or more appropriately, a stripper on the catwalk at a club. My heartbeat raced. High on natural adrenaline and endorphins pumping through my veins, the urge to pull the front of my dress wider apart compelled me to free my nipples from the constraining fabric. I tucked the edges of my dress around outside of my boobs, pushing them inward, exposing them completely. Delirious in my exhibitionism, I knowingly and wantonly let the hem of my dress ride higher up my ass with each long stride, exposing my firm round glutes (I am an avid runner), now protruding below the hemline. I deliberately wriggled and contorted my hips with each step, intentionally coaxing the front hem to ride up to the crease of my thighs, revealing the bottom of my shaved pussy lips, already visible from the back between my exposed ass cheeks and now the front too. Anyone I encountered now would have no doubt about my intentions. Only a few doors from the elevator bay, I now hoped that someone would pass me in the hallway. I light sheen of perspiration glistened on my bare chest and exposed nipples. The ding of the elevator shattered my illusion. Reality came screaming in. WTF was I doing? I am a middle-aged married woman and mother. Before the doors opened, I could hear two men laughing and talking loudly under the influence of a few cocktails. Panic washed over me like a crashing wave. My first instinct was to cover myself with my hands, which would have be futile, given my state of partial nudity. My next best option was to run away but hobbling on stilettos made that method of escape both improbable and comical. Taking yoga off the mat, I inhaled deeply, expanding my chest and exhaled calmly and completely. I faced the parting elevator doors with serenity, willing to accept the inevitable humiliation that would surely come. My presence stopped them in their tracks. My presentation was an unexpected surprise and both men keenly inspected my offering with broadening lecherous smiles. One even unconsciously licked his lips like a Pavlovian hound. We stood there in a triangle facing one another for a interminable moment contemplating the peculiarity of the situation. My heart pounded like a kettle drum. The light sheen of perspiration glimmering on my chest gave way to a cold sweat, beads of perspiration popping forth and rolling down my brow to my chin, and down my back and my chest between my exposed boobies. They seemed mesmerized by the languid roll of each rivulet as it meandered down my torso, their eyes tracking its path until disappeared under my dress. “We told you to meet us in the bar” he said matter-of-factly. Before I could articulate my response, abruptly, he reached out and tweaked my bare nipple, and then cupped my exposed boob, as if he was determining its weight and density. Shocked by his overtness, and unprepared for physical contact, I recoiled, momentarily losing my balance, wobbling on my stilettos. His other hand stabbed at my partially revealed pussy. I was dripping wet. My lips parting easily as his middle finger slipped into me deeply, impeded only by his knuckle. I gasped. Then his index finger joined in. My knees buckling, I felt instantly woozy, as if I would pass out. Hooked by a pincer, between his two fingers jammed into my pussy, and his thumb, grinding down on my clit, he literally pulled me forward and upward toward him by my pussy, tugging on my pinched nipple with his other hand to guide me. My eyelids fluttered as I unconsciously submitted to his will, tilting my hips upward, offering his long thick fingers better access to pussy hole. His plunging to a new depth. Evidently satisfied with his impromptu inspection, he withdrew his fingers and nodded his approval to his colleague. Spinning me around toward the hallway, the three of us, me in the middle, walked urgently to a room at the end of the hallway. I passed my door, my hubby waiting inside, unaware of my predicament or maybe not. As we walked, the back hem of dress was yanked up to my waist, completely exposing my ass. A hand caressed my flexing glutes from top to bottom, forcefully grabbing my cheek and pulling it apart, exposing my asshole. A hard slap broke the silence as we walked on, a bright red hand print rising on my alabaster cheek. While prancing on my toes to keep pace, from behind, thanks to my flowing juices, two fingers mapped the contours of my pussy lips, gliding smoothly from front to back, probing the sensitive inner folds within. Looping back and forth, from clit to asshole, over and over, pausing at my opening, sinking a finger or two into me, to assess my readiness and sample my heat. I was growing hotter and wetter with each pass. My nether region and upper inner thighs were smeared with viscous self-lube. Lost in heightening pleasure, it seems as if they were carrying me between them, my feet floating above the carpet. Standing at their door, as one of them fumbled with his key, the other plunged his fingers into me from behind. Two, maybe three, fingers pried at my opening, working their way in, stretching my pussy, as his thumb sinking into my asshole to the knuckle. I could feel the thinness between my pussy tunnel and my rectum as he squeezed his thumb and fingers together. I started bouncing on his fingers, instinctively thrusting rhythmically back into his hand, squishing and slapping sounds announcing my desire. My dress disappeared as we crossed the threshold but my stilettos stayed on, that was the order. For the next two hours they enjoyed my bounty individually and together, repeatedly filling every orifice. Their stamina amazed me. Every time I tried to excuse myself, they took that as an invitation to mount me again and again. But presumably satisfied now, they thanked me for my enthusiasm. Cum oozed out of my well used holes, and dribbled down my inner thighs in thick globs, my pussy still gaping from repeated penetrations, as I searched for my dress. Finding it half tucked under the bed, bending the waist to retrieve it, I felt hands on my hips, jockeying for position, fingers digging into me, aligning my body for re-entry, as his hard, pulsing cock, slipped into me again. Sinking deeply into me to its hilt, his swollen peg displaced the cum pooled within me, dredging up earlier deposits with each stroke, like piston, squeezing the goo out of me between the tight ring of my opening his swollen shaft. How much more cum can I hold? Impaled on his cock, he spun me toward the bed and pressed my head down into the mattress as he reamed me in long strokes. Not wasting an opportunity, his friend scurried across the bed and shimmied and under my face, presenting his cum caked erection to my mouth. He was large and long. And I was intent on taking all of him down my throat this time. They volleyed me back and forth between the cock slamming my pussy and the cock buried in my throat, my nose eventually flattening against his abdomen, finally taking it all. Back and forth, growing hotter and thicker with every thrust, I was about to enjoy yet another toe-curling orgasm. Fear of missing out, they insisted on switching positions. I paused for a moment, pushing myself up to my palms, while his cock twitched below my hanging boobs. The other cock continued to casually glide in and out of me from behind as they silently debated. New plan. My tender titties, covered in bit marks and bruises proved to be too enticing. The man beneath me reached up and clamped my raw nipples between his fingers and tugged me up onto the bed by my boobs, pulling me the rest of the way by my ass cheeks, parting them widely, presenting his friend with an obvious target. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, as he repositioned me so his cock could fill my open hole. How was this better for his friend? I needn’t have been concerned, he fell on my ass with his full weight, his cock filled my ass in one heavy stroke coming to rest with his chest heaving on my back, his ball sack slapping against my pussy and the cock filling me from underneath. My eyes bulged as the enormity of these two cocks tested my capacity at once, as the air was squeezed out of my lungs sandwiched between these two men. Sawing in and out of me first alternatingly and then simultaneously, I felt as if the end of the fireworks show was building to its crescendo. I wasn’t sure how I would handle it if both cocks thrust into me together but I soon found out. Overcum by pleasure and pain, exhaustion and satisfaction, I drifted off. When I awoke, they were gone. The room was empty and my dress was missing. As I thought about the evening, I didn't recall seeing any bags or toiletries in the room when we first arrived. Evidently, whoever they were had rented a separate playroom and now that the games were finished, they vanished. Was this part of my hubby’s plan all along? Was he planning on joining me here for his turn? It was very coincidental and convenient that this room was down the hall from ours. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling, replaying the highlights in my mind, curious about how the evening would end. Stretching my arms overhead and my legs wide, cum drained out of me saturating the sheet underneath me. Those two men really enjoyed themselves. My pussy and ass throbbed as a testament. My boobs were tender to the touch and my jaw ached too. I dozed off again. When I awoke, my hubby was still not here. It was still dark outside so I decided to risk the walk back to my own room. I didn’t have a key or a dress or a cell phone. All I had were my stilettos. I was quite the sight, welts, bruises and teeth marks beginning to show on my cheeks and boobs, and dried cum caked on my body and in my pubic hair even at the corners of my mouth and chin. I peeked into the hallway and all was clear. But what would it matter if someone saw me in the state anyway? Smugly, I walked back to my room, globs of cum plopping out of me and onto the carpet with each stride, and knocked on the door as my hubby instructed a few hours ago. No one answered but the door was ajar. I pushed in. Asleep on the bed was my hubby and a naked woman, about the same build as me, B-cup boobs, short brown hair, and wearing five-inch stilettos. A tiny black dress crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed. I stared at them for a long moment. It was 1:30am. I felt a twitch or a twinge. Unbelievably, yet undeniably, a spark of heat began smoldering in my flooded pussy. Stealthily, I approached the bed and leaned in and down. I could smell sex everywhere. Hubby and his had some fun here tonight. Snatching the dress from the floor, I pulled it on and it fit well enough. A little less discreet than my dress, exposing even more skin, if that was possible, but then I am not really a pro, I was just role-playing as one. I smoothed and adjusted my new second-hand dress and combed my fingers through my hair loosely, checking myself out in the full-length mirror. When I walked into the lobby bar a few minutes later, I found my two new friends, among a group of other men, crowded around along the bar. As I approached, they leaned in together and whispered among themselves. It was last call. And I knew of another place to continue the party. And the next rounds were on the me (or in me, actually). |
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9/19/2019 2:11 pm |
oh how I wish I had been one of those 2 men. Awesome. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow so sexy! I wish I was there and one of those guys!
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