The Hotel Dare
My wife and I made a promise to have one date night out per month with just the two of us. Last Friday was the first of these. We decided that we would go to a nice hotel that had a bar/club with dancing. We would get there early in the afternoon, go swimming, visit a nice restaurant and then return for an evening of dancing and drinking at the hotel. So about 2:00 p.m. we checked into the hotel. Our room was on the second floor and had a view with a wall of floor to ceiling glass overlooking the parking lot below to the boulevard beyond. We changed into our swimsuits. My wife didn’t disappoint. She had promised to bring some of her sexiest clothes for our date. Her swimsuit was an unlined white string bikini with a Brazilian bottom and two small triangles barely covering her tits.
When we entered the pool area, there was only one other couple and three men that looked like they had been at a business conference (judging by the papers they were reviewing). All four men turned and watched my wife as she headed with drink in hand for a vacant table and chairs adjacent to the pool. She placed her drink on the table, and went and dived into the pool. That was a great move as far as I was concerned. She climbed out of the pool saying, “Oh, that was so refreshing!” Of course, what I liked best was that her swimsuit was almost transparent with the thin white material and no lining. One could readily see both of her dark, hard tits poking at the thin material. And the camel toe exhibited by the material sucking into her vagina left little to the imagination. All four gents were left aghast with tongues hanging out. However, the woman that was the other half of the couple in the pool was giving her husband some definite “Go to Hell” looks for staring. My wife likes to tease a bit from time to time, and this was one of those times. She asked me, “Aren’t you going to dive in?” I responded that the Jacuzzi was more my style. and that she should join me. She agreed and with drinks in hand, we entered the nice hot water. It wasn’t long before all three of those business guys quickly made their way to the Jacuzzi. They made small talk – mostly with my wife. She was aware that they were Looky Lou’s, and she was prepared to give them a little show. She had learned that when the Jacuzzi jets hit the triangular top at certain angles, the top moves over a little to partially or totally uncover the tit and/or boob. Several times she allowed the jet water to hit her in the boob in order to uncover her jug. She would pretend not to notice anything was out of place. Of course, as time moved along, she would feign sudden discovery of the offending boob. Then she would tuck it back in the little triangle top and say, “That is so embarrassing!” Then, after about twenty more minutes, the same scenario would reoccur. It kept the guys in the Jacuzzi with hopeful thinking so long as she was in there with them. There is something about straight liquor and the hot water in a Jacuzzi or hot tub that gets my wife overly inebriated. I checked my watch and it was nearing evening. I suggested that we exit the Jacuzzi and get ready for dinner. She agreed, but as she exited the Jacuzzi, I noticed that her bathing suit bottom was halfway down her crack and her right boob had fallen out of her top. She didn’t adjust anything, and dried off while standing near the Jacuzzi for the survey of the guys still hanging there with their wishful thinking that they could indulge in what I was getting ready to do.
As we entered our room, I tossed her on the bed and pulled off her swimsuit. We both performed oral sex on one another. When we are both intoxicated, our love-making can get a little out of hand. We moved from the missionary position on the bed, to my dragging her over to the edge of the bed and pumping her pussy while I stood up with her legs over my shoulders. Then we made our way to the sofa, and I entered her pussy from the rear as she leaned spread-eagled over the back of that couch. Then, with the curtain still pulled back on the floor-length glass exterior room walls, I pushed her naked body up against that cool glass. Her cheek, tits and boobs, pussy and thighs were all pressed against it as I fingered her. Then I pulled the desk chair over by that window for her to lean over and take it from the backside once again. Anyone and everyone in that parking lot, at the adjacent bus stop and walking along the sidewalk near the hotel street could see that in her naked state she was getting it and climaxing as we both culminated our screw at the same glorious moment.
After we showered and got dressed to head for the restaurant, I noticed that she was wearing the deep plunge, cowl neck mini-dress that I had just bought her. The dress plunged in the front just below her naval, and it had a slit from the short bottom hem to her waist on each side. There was no way that any panties or bra could be worn with that dress. I noticed that her nice, hard brown titties were readily visible poking out against the thin yellow material. And whenever she leaned over, her boobs were totally visible and in danger of escaping from the open front, and her pussy and butt would be readily seen with only a slight breeze to take that light weight skirt portion of the dress up to her waist where the slits terminated. In fact, once we arrived at the restaurant, her tits fell out of the dress as she was exiting the car. And a slight breeze hit her from the rear which made the lower rear portion of the dress fly like a flag exposing her butt. As we sat down at the table, I noticed the maitre de eyeing her tits as she leaned down to sit at the booth. Then the waiter got a pretty good look at both jugs as the material gapped open in the front. Fortunately, my wife was still tipsy from the afternoon’s drinks and didn’t seem to mind the difficulties with the dress. I ordered more drinks to maintain her buzz.
After finishing our dinners and heading back to the hotel, I suggested a little dare to her that I thought could spice up the night. I offered up the idea of her going into the hotel bar/club and seeing if any guys hit on her while she was awaiting her date for the evening. I told her that she could tease them in any manner she saw fit. I had had this idea before we left home and had a disguise available so I could watch the action and then ditch the disguise as I came to the aid of the damsel being hit on. As I said, my wife can be a real tease, and she liked the idea. Upon returning to our hotel room, I asked what she was planning on wearing to the club. She pulled out a purple see-thru blouse, a very short denim skirt, high heeled boots that climbed way up her leg above her knees. Of course, she mentioned that there would be no panties or bra. I said, “Perfect!” My disguise was a fake beard, a snap-down brim hat, and a sport coat. My wife claimed that even she did not recognize me. I told her to go down to the club about five minutes ahead of me, and she was to sit at the bar with empty stools on each side of her. I would sit at a table a few feet away to watch the scenario unfold. According to plan, she was at the bar with no one nearby. There were some single guys scattered throughout the club. A band had started playing and a few dancers were on the floor. My wife saw me arrive and twirled around on the stool toward me and the dance floor while throwing back her shoulders and resting both elbows on the bar behind her. It was then readily apparent that she had on a see-thru blouse unbuttoned down below her cleavage. She was sitting with her legs crossed with more weight on one hip than the other, which offered a slight view of perfected shaved pussy. However, the view was so slight that one could not be certain whether he saw underwear or a pussy slit. But then she started moving her weight from one hip to the other and alternately crossing her legs and spreading her knees a little more as she changed positions. It became vividly apparent to all lookers that she was commando. It wasn’t long before the single guys began to make their move. They would buy her a drink and slowly come over and ask about her availability. She responded that she was waiting for a date that was late in showing. Each would attempt to get her to come with them, because obviously this man was not showing her her just due. She declined in each case. Eventually, a good-looking guy came around with a drink in hand for her. After some small talk, he asked her to dance. She agreed. I could tell she was pretty inebriated by the way she moved on that dance floor. At first they danced a few fast dances. When a slow dance came around, his hands moved to her bare breast and gave her a nice massage. She seemed to be enjoying it, and I think I heard a slight moan. I believe that he must have heard the same, because his left hand moved down to her lower dress and up to her bare pussy. She didn’t seem to fight his advance. As the dance ended, he reached around and grabbed her ass before escorting her back to her barstool. Since her barstool was facing away from the bar, he managed to move in-between her knees as he talked to her. With no knee defense available to her, he was able to work his way up her dress and into her pussy and start fingering her. Although she has been fingered and fucked by many at swinger get-togethers, she always likes to call the shots as to whom it is with and when. I could see that she was growing a little uncomfortable with his forwardness. I quickly got out of my disguise, re-entered the bar and walked directly to my wife. I apologized to her for being so late. I then looked at the guy and said, “But it looks like you found someone to keep company with.” She responded that this is Peter, and we had a few drinks together while waiting for you. I said that it was nice of Peter to keep you busy. I thanked him and asked if I could offer him a drink, and he declined. I responded, “Well, then, maybe we will see you around some other time. Peter took the hint and moved away. He still stood off in the background for about half an hour. For what, I do not know. He finally left the club, and my wife and I danced and drank the night away.
Around one o’clock we left the club and headed back to the room. Once there, I pulled off that yellow dress, and threw her spread-eagled on the bed with all the curtains still pulled back and the light on. We attempted to recreate the earlier screw in that room, but we were too exhausted to duplicate it. So we just had a slow comfortable good-night fuck.
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09-17-2013, 04:36 PM
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