The Present… Early Evening…
It’s amazing what can begin in a library. Jill and I had graduated college a couple of years ago. I’m now a very junior officer and gentleman in the Navy while Jill teaches high school in whichever town I’m stationed at. Anyone who knew us, thought of us as a typical, loving couple. That’s because neither of us broke the Golden Rule- Never shit where you eat! That was why we were in a hotel almost two hundred miles from our home this weekend.
Sitting at a table in the hotel’s bar, I have files on the table and the blank paper I’m starting to jot this chapter on in front of me. Wearing civvies, I’m just another hard-working, corporate drudge preparing something for my bosses. But I’m not working. My wife is working. With earbuds in place, I’m listening to my wife’s fuck-me stilettos click, click, click on the slate floor as she approached the bar. Her cell phone is on but muted and I heard her whispered, “Game on,” as she entered the bar area.
Every man in the bar noticed Jill walk in. From her fuck-me stilettos to the top of her head, she was everything a man alone and far from home could hope for. Hell, she was everything any man, anywhere could wish for. A beautiful face framed by long, blond hair that shone even more against the loose film of the black dress she wore. It was the kind’a dress that wraps around a woman’s body, held closed by a single tie. Tied tightly at Jill’s waist, it just showcased her slender 34-23-34 body. The cleavage exposed by the deep-V of the dress’s neckline… The bounce and sway of her braless, perfect C-cup breasts under the silky material. The hard, nipple pokies… Even men already sitting with women couldn’t help looking.
Without being obvious, I watched her walk to the bar and sit on a stool. An amazing amount of slim, toned leg and thigh was soon being admired by men as the high slit in her skirt caused the silky material to slide open when she crossed her legs. In a loud voice she ordered a double bourbon over ice and told the bartender to keep ’em coming, “After the shitty day I’ve had I want to get plastered!” Jill wasn’t being obnoxiously loud, just loud enough that many of the men in the bar heard her.
Downing the first drink quickly in one long gulp, a talent she had that I’ve never been able to emulate, she held up her empty glass and rattled the ice to capture the bartender’s attention. Sure enough, like a fish drawn to a baited hook, Jill’s second drink was barely in her hand before a man moved over to stand beside my wife and told the bartender to put the drink on his room tab. Jill’s phone was on the bar and I heard him ask, “So, what made your day so shitty?”
After many years of practice, Jill had her tale of woe down pat. She’d taken off our wedding ring but had left her engagement ring on. Holding up her hand to display it, the man (Simon) and I both listened to her rehearsed lines… Engaged in college. Fiancée takes a job in another city after graduation while Jill stays to finish graduate degree. Asked to meet him here in a city halfway between their homes. She thought they’d share a nice weekend together. Instead, he’d broken up with her at a restaurant… “I just know he’s been fucking that cute secretary and, of course, he waited until after we’d had sex to break up!”
Yada, yada, yada… Blah, blah, blah… The second drink disappeared almost as quickly as the first. The cheap bastard hadn’t even paid for her room, he’d put it on his company’s credit card… He’d already left… Jill offers to buy Simon a drink and the drinks are put on her room’s account. “Bastard’s company is paying for the room so it can buy our drinks, too!”
Conversation continued with increasing sexual content and innuendos while Jill downed the third double and began sipping slowly on her fourth. She was slurring her words and acting much drunker than she really was. Jill has a hollow leg when it comes to alcohol. Slender with no appreciable body fat, she can, and has, drunk me and others at the Officer’s Club under the table. At the bar one thing led to another… “Ya know,” she slurred. “I’d like to do more than just stick him with a bar tab. Why don’t we go upstairs to the room he’s paying for. I’m in the mood to celebrate being single again. I’ll show you a good time if you’ll do something for me.”
Jill pulled Simon’s head closer and slurred into his ear, “I’ve never fucked another man other than my asshole ex-fiancée. I was a virgin when we met,” Jill ‘drunkenly’ complained. “All those years I wasted on that asshole! I wann’a feel what it’s like to fuck another man. I wanna fuck like a whore! I wanna make up for lost time and just fuckfuckfuckfuck! Gi’me some money, take me to your room and fuck me like a whore.”
Simon eagerly handed Jill some bills. She wadded them up and put them in her clutch purse without counting. The money wasn’t important to either of us. Sure, it would help cover the cost of our once or twice a month fun time. But what it mostly did was let Jill role-play being a whore. Jill loves role-play and Jill loves being a whore.
Exiting the bar, Jill molded her body to Simon’s side as he steadied her ‘drunken’ steps. Jill was really laying it on thick and stretching her acting talents to the limit. I heard elevator sounds and wet kissing and moans. Over the Ding of the elevator arriving to Simon’s floor, I heard Jill say, “I want you to do somethin’ else while we’re fucking.”
When Simon asked what the ‘somethin’ else’ was, Jill answered in a naughty whisper, “I want you to use my phone to take a picture of me while I suck your cock so I can send it to my ex-fiancée!”
For some reason Simon sounded like he was in a hurry to unlock his door.
Okay, I know what everyone is thinking, ‘No fucking way a story this lame works.’ And yeah, you’re probably right if this was used on a sober guy in a Wal-Mart while he was thinking with his big head. But, from a beautiful, drunk blonde in a hotel bar? To a guy who’s probably already had a drink or two before Jill’s entrance. To a guy thinking with his little head instead of his big head? You’d be amazed at how well Jill can work this.
This isn’t a weekly thing for us. As a junior officer in the Navy, many weekends I have duty that more senior officers don’t want. Our ‘adventures’ happens maybe once a month. Sometimes twice a month when Jill is feeling frisky and my duty schedule permits. On these weekends we’d jump into our car as soon as possible on Friday and return late on Sunday. Two or three hours of driving would pass quickly. Jill would suck my dick while I drove or I’d finger her pussy while she drove. I’d filled Jill’s mouth with cum once already in the car. Up in our room I stripped her and tossed her onto the bed for a fuck to relieve the pressure in my balls from knowing what our weekend would be like. Jill hadn’t helped me stay calm. All the time I drove, when Jill wasn’t sucking my cock, she’d fantasized to me on all the fun she’d have over the next couple of days and all the ways she’d get that fun.
As far as anyone who knows us is concerned, we’re a happily married couple. True-blue Americans dedicated to Truth, Justice and the American Way! In private, though, Jill loves fucking other men while I watch. I love being married to a Hot Wife Whore. We’ve tried the swinging life and given it up except for two couples we meet up with rarely because of distance. Unless I’m on leave I have to remain within a certain distance of the base in case my ship is called on to sail without warning for some reason. So, distance was one reason the swinging life wasn’t for us. Another reason was we’d quickly discovered that there were very, very few couples we felt comfortable with. Either the man wasn’t what Jill wanted or the girl wasn’t what I was looking for. Hot Wife weekends like this are more to our taste.
In my ear bud I heard the sound of a door closing and there was a long silence before Jill complimented Simon on how great he kissed. There was more moans and the sounds of wet kisses. Jill whispered that she needed to plug her phone in to recharge before she forgot. Loud noises of Jill messing with her phone and now I’m watching a video stream from her phone as she set it down on what was probably a nightstand in a way that I could watch what happened next.
Embracing, Jill moved slowly until she’d positioned Simon where she knew they were covered by her camera. Jill’s back was to me and as they kissed, I watched as Simon’s hands grew bolder in exploring Jill’s compliant body. The straps of Jill’s dress were soon pushed to the sides exposing her breasts. Jill turned to press her back against Simon’s chest. Now ‘facing me’, I watched Jill grin wickedly and blow me a kiss as Simon’s hands reached around to squeeze and play with her tits and hard nipples. Jill put her hands atop his and pressed his fingers deeper into her soft flesh.
Simon put his mouth close to Jill’s ear and whispered, “You like rough tit play, don’t you?”
“I love it,” Jill responded softly. Then her breath caught as Simon pinched both of her hard nipples between thumbs and fingers. While he continued to use her tits roughly, Jill’s hips pushed her ass backwards in a grinding, standup lap dance over what had to be a hard cock in Simon’s pants. My cock was certainly hard!
All this time Jill was ‘looking at me’ through the phone. Licking her lips as her dress slid to the floor leaving her naked except for barely-there thong panties, garter belt and black hosiery. With her face turned away from Simon, out loud Jill was moaning to both of us about how good his rough treatment of her tits felt. Jill was still looking straight at me through the lens of her phone as she took Simon’s wrist and pulled his hand down her flat stomach. Simon quickly took the hint and his hand slipped under her thong to finger her pussy. Simon may have thought otherwise, but I knew Jill was talking to me as she looked at me through slitted eyes and moaned, ‘I’m so fucking wet.’
Still looking at me, Jill thrust against Simon’s exploring fingers. I couldn’t see but from his hand movements it appeared his middle fingers were deep inside Jill. My suspicions proved correct when Jill slowly pulled Simon’s wet fingers from her panties and to her mouth. Putting them in her mouth, she let me watch her suck on them like a cock to clean them of her pussy juice. As Simon continued to maul her tits with one hand, his other hand pushed between her legs to slide deep into her pussy again. Both of Jill’s hands were behind her during this. Licking her lips, I heard her softly mumble to both Simon and me, “Mmm, I hope your cock is as big as it feels.”
Turning in Simon’s arms so they could easily kiss again, I watched as Simon pushed Jill’s panties down until they dropped out of my sight. Gripping firm ass cheeks tight, Simon pulled Jill to him as, blocked by her body and out of my sight, her hands probably worked to free his cock.
Jill turned slightly so I could watch as she began playing with the now exposed cock jutting from Simon’s pant’s fly. “Oh, my God, you’re so much bigger than my fiancée… My ex-fiancée,” Jill whispered between kisses. Okay, measuring the cock in question against the hand slow stroking it, I knew that wasn’t true. But it excited Simon which was why she’d said it. With years of practice, Jill is a professional cocktease!
“I’ve never let another man touch me except for my fiancée,” Jill whispered as Simon captured a hard nipple with his mouth. “Oh, God! It feels so good!” I almost laughed at my table in the bar. It had to be only three weeks since she’d been with a man other than me. But her words had the desired effect as Simon grew more fervent in his tit play. They continued to swap wet kisses and grope each other. Simon continued to switch between squeezing tight ass cheeks and soft tits with one hand while fingering Jill’s wet pussy with the other. Simon also alternated between kissing Jill and sucking hard on erect nipples while Jill stroked his cock and played with his balls.
All the while Jill was moaning how good it felt to be with a man that wasn’t her fiancée. Her moans and words inflamed Simon more. Simon’s hand molded soft tits stronger. Nipples were sucked on harder while his other hand never stopped finger fucking Jill while trying to push further inside her wet pussy. Jill moved her hips to push against Simon’s hand for a few more minutes before, rubbing her body against Simon’s, she slowly knelt to sit on her heels. Simon remained leaning against the credenza looking down at Jill as she worked his pants to his ankles.
Jill turned slightly so neither her head nor Simon’s body blocked my view as she took her time slow-stroking Simon’s cock while telling him again how much bigger and thicker his cock was compared to her ‘ex-fiancée’s‘ cock. Jill extended her tongue to lightly run just the tip over the soft skin of the bulbous head. Dipping her head to lick Simon’s shaft from balls to tip followed before she took just the head between her lips. Sucking and licking on just the tip had Simon gripping the edge of the credenza. Pulling her mouth away, Jill looked at me and asked in a sexy voice, “Do you like this, Baby? Do you like watching me suck cock?” Simon may have thought she was asking him, but I knew. Simon answered that he loved what Jill was doing when she turned to gaze up at him with his cock in her mouth. Then his eyes closed as more and more of his shaft disappeared into Jill’s mouth and Jill’s eyes returned to me.
After several minutes of sucking Simon’s cock, Jill acted reluctant to stop long enough to retrieve her phone. The video feed shut off but not the sound and I heard her give instructions of what button to press, “Take my picture while your cock is in my mouth. I want my ex to have something to remember me by.”
The wet sounds of Jill sucking cock resumed then stopped after a short time. Soon my phone pinged. Opening the message, I was rewarded with a beautiful, close-up picture of my wife’s face with a cock between her lips. I saved it knowing Jill would want to add it to her ‘Trophy Album’ that already had many photos just like it. Even in the poor lighting I could see how much she was enjoying her time with another man’s cock.
When the live feed resumed, Jill had changed the direction of where the camera pointed. There was a view of an empty bed while wet sucking sounds and Simon’s moans off camera indicated that Jill was busy with his cock. Soon, though, I heard Jill tell Simon to put her on the bed and fuck her. Now as I watched, Jill and Simon moved into view. Jill wasted no time in lying on her back with her legs spread towards the camera. As Simon moved to cover her, Jill was wondering in a small voice what it would be like to have sex with another man. This only made Simon move faster and I watched as Jill’s hand closed around his cock and guided his tip to her pussy.
What followed was exactly what Jill had asked for. I had a good view of Simon’s cock pounding into Jill’s pussy in fast, hard thrusts. Thrusts that had her crying out in approval that he was going to make her come. Moving slightly until her body was angled differently on the bed, I still had a view of Simon’s cock driving into Jill but she was now able to look past Simon and into her phone to talk to me and Simon simultaneously. Jill isn’t a quiet lover when she doesn’t think someone can hear her. Hell, she isn’t a quiet lover if she thinks someone can hear her and she doesn’t care if they do. Jill kept up a litany of, ‘Fuck me harder! Oh, my God, your cock feels so good! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod My fiancée never fucked me this good! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckmeeeeee…’
I had to admit that while Jill was lying (I hoped) about my cock size and performance, Simon’s stamina was amazing! He would pound his cock into Jill as hard as he could, then change the angle of his thrusts and slow his thrusts to lessen his need to come . At times he kept his cock motionless while grinding against Jill’s swollen pussy lips. When nothing else worked, wanting to last until Jill had the orgasm she seemed so close to having, he would pull out completely. Two or three fingers would push inside Jill. Roughly stretching and fucking her until Simon was in control again of his desire to come. Then his cock would replace his fingers again.
All the while, as Simon pounded or fingered her pussy, Jill’s fingers never ceased to frantically play over her clit. Jill’s body tensed and relaxed several times, each time the muscle spasms lasted longer until with a long, loud screech of, “OOHHFFFUUCKKK, III’MMM CCCCOOOMMMMINGGGG!” she orgasmed in a series of back-bending convulsions. Even as she came, her hips pushed her pussy up to meet Simon’s cock in loud, wet meaty thuds. Anyone hearing that sound would know that it couldn’t be generated by anything but hard sex.
Jill’s thighs were still trembling in orgasm when she began loudly demanding, “Come in my mouth! Come in my mouth! I never let my fiancée! (Liar! Liar! Pussy on fire!) I want to taste cum! I want your cum!”
Jill demanding cum in her mouth for possibly the first time, was enough to finally push Simon over the edge. Jerking his cock out of Jill’s pussy, he gripped the shaft tight in his hand as he quickly knee-walked up Jill’s body. Jill leaned her head forwards and propped herself up on her elbows as she opened her mouth… Simon almost made it… The first stream of thick, white cum splashed against and over Jill’s forehead. The next stream and those that followed did go into Jill’s mouth, though, as he shoved the tip of his cock deep into Jill’s receptive mouth. With the phone propped up on the nightstand beside the bed, I could see the portion of his cock not shoved into my wife’s mouth twitch and throb as one stream of cum followed another while he groaned his release.
Drained, Simon fell onto the bed on the other side of Jill. Both of the remained motionless for several seconds and it was Jill who moved first. Propping herself up on one arm, she leaned over and, with Simon unable to see, she opened her mouth carefully so as to not spill any of the copious amount of cum Simon had deposited in her mouth. Thick, white clumps of cum were floating in a greyish, watery cum soup. With her tongue playing with the cum in her mouth… God, she looked so good with the thick ribbon of cum in her hair and more cum running down her face from Simon’s cum stream that had missed her mouth.
Grinning, Jill turned away to face Simon and let him watch her play with his cum before swallowing. “Mmm. I’ve never let a man cum in my mouth before,” Jill told him. Even though it was a lie, Simon didn’t know that and I’m sure it did wonders for his ego.
I watched as they rested and cuddled for a short time. What followed next were disjointed scenes of Jill and Simon walking about. I heard the sound of running water as Jill washed the cum from her face and hair. Both of them adjusted their clothes, exchanging hugs and kisses as each told the other how good a fuck it had been. Simon was already asking Jill to spend the rest of the night with him. No doubt hoping for more sex. Pleading the need for rest before a long drive tomorrow, Jill said no, and left soon after.
The video feed wobbled with views of Jill’s feet and the hall’s carpet but soon Jill’s face came into view as she waited for the elevator. “I hope you enjoyed it,” she said, no longer having to mouth silent messages to me. “Because I certainly did!”
I assured her it had me hard and wanting her. Jill laughed and soon she opened the door to our room and sat on the bed. More wobbles as she plugged the phone in to keep it charged. Then, as I watched, Jill opened her dress and I didn’t see panties, just bare pussy lips. Reddened lips from hard sex and creamy with her juice. Jill brought the lens close between her legs and I watched as a long fingernail scrapped up a generous amount of pussy juice from her still moist slit. Showing me her fingernail, I heard her ask laughingly off camera, “Want a taste?”
Now that Jill had had her joke, she went to wash between her legs and put on clean panties. We talked more and after a decent amount of time I told her that Simon hadn’t come back to the bar. Jill smiled and said she’d be right down and disconnected to save battery power.
Maybe ten minutes later she called again and I said Simon was nowhere to be found. I could hear in my ear buds the click, click, click of her fuck-me stilettos on slate and a softly whispered, ‘Show time,’ as my wife entered the bar area and called for a drink because she’d had a shitty day!
We’d left home around 3:30. Checked into our room around 7:00. A quick fuck, a short rest and then I’d left for the bar while Jill dressed and did makeup. At almost 8:00 on the dot Jill had entered the bar and met Simon. It was now about 9:30 as Jill called for a double bourbon and keep ’em coming because she’d had a shitty day…
Again, the prospect of a beautiful woman getting shit-faced was like sugar to a fly. I knew the large, Black guy moving in to offer to buy Jill a drink wouldn’t be turned away. The Web of Lies Jill spun again lured in her unsuspecting prey. Soon I had another cock sucking photo to add to Jill’s collection, more video to watch and record of what looked like a very enjoyable fuck for Jill and the man who brought her to another orgasm before coming inside her.
The bar closed at 1:00am and it was almost midnight by the time Jill re-entered the bar to the bartender’s knowing look. I was tired. It had been a long day. But, Jill? Where did she get the energy? Counting the fuck we’d had in the morning, the fuck we’d shared on arrival at the hotel and the two men she’d fucked since then… Jill had to be tired, but she hated to waste even a minute of one of ‘her weekends’. I wondered whose cock she’d be sucking next when two guys who’d been at a table together rose to offer to buy her a drink if she’d tell them why her day had been so shitty. Jill loves threesomes and I knew I’d be spending much of tonight alone…
