“Andee’s Hotel Adventure” by Andee – MMMF

Hotel Sign

It wasn’t every day that Andee had the chance to travel for work, but this time was exciting. She had been selected to attend a training session in Denver for a week and she was determined to make the most of the experience.

After checking into the hotel, she headed down to the lounge to get something to eat. It was a pretty quiet place, with only a handful of guests sitting at the various tables. Andee found an empty stool near the end of the bar and made small talk with the bartender. He seemed to be genuinely happy that she had sat there, as it gave him someone to chat with as he polished glasses and poured the occasional draft beer.

Andee asked if she could change the channel on the TV behind the bar, and the bartender obliged by handing her the remote. She scanned through some channels before settling on a medical documentary that was showing surgeries. Shortly afterwards, she heard a collective groan from behind her. She turned around to see a table of four guys all laughing.

“Come on, we’re trying to have a drink here,” said one of them. “Not watch some dude have his eye carved out.”

Andee smiled and apologized, saying she was just trying to find something other than sports.

“Well, why don’t you come over and join us … conversation has to be better than watching that gross stuff.”

Andee looked at the bartender, who gave her a knowing nod as if to suggest the guys were decent enough to join. He mouthed “I’ll watch out for you” and gave a little wink.

She got up and joined the four men, who she learned were in Denver for a sales conference. Steve, the one who spoke first, was in his mid-40s, married (she noticed his ring) and had a well-kept goatee. Dan, also in his 40s, looked like he was into fitness – not a bodybuilder, but his tight-fitting t-shirt revealed he was in shape; Connor was younger, probably in his late 20s, Andee suspected; while Tony was older, also married and rather quiet. Andee figured he was probably the “fatherly” one of out the group; whose job was to keep them on the straight and narrow during these conferences.

Andee told the guys about her trip to Denver and her plans for the week. As it turned out, the four were only in town for a couple days, but offered to treat her to dinner if she needed some company.

As the drinks kept coming, and tongues loosened up a bit, the conversation became a bit more relaxed. The young member of the group, Connor, had only been with their company for a year and was attending his first sales conference. Dan was recently divorced – leaving Steve, the obvious social convener to say that meant two of the group were “single and available.”

“What about you Andee … obviously, you are married because I saw the rings on your finger?” Steve asked.

“I am … 18 years now. And still loving it.”

“Really?” Dan interjected. “What is the secret to that?”

Andee wasn’t certain if his question was rhetorical or if he was being sincere. So, without committing too much information, she simply replied “A good sense of adventure and lots of communication.”

The five of them continued to chat about life, relationships and general nonsense until the bartender came over and announced last call. Tony looked at his watch and said it was a good time for him to head back to his room, despite his friends encouraging him to join them in one of their rooms for a few more drinks. He politely said goodnight and left.

“How about you Andee, why don’t you come up for another drink … we promise we’ll all behave like proper gentlemen,” Steve said.

Andee thought about it for a moment – as the guys all half-heartedly begged – and said she would join them but needed to slip up to her room for a minute. Steve told her what room they were in, and Andee headed back to hers.

She whipped through a quick “freshen up” process and dug through her suitcase to find the lace panties and matching bra she had packed to wear under her business suit; something a little sexier than the comfortable “travel” pair she was wearing. Knowing her husband would anticipate some sort of intriguing stories when she returned home, she had packed accordingly. She quickly slipped them on and wiggled back into her jeans. She swapped her casual sweater for something that buttoned up in front and left an extra button undone – just as a little teaser.

Quickly checking herself in the mirror, she grabbed her room key and headed for the guys’ room.

When she got there and made her way in, Steve offered her a drink and Andee looked for a spot to sit down.

“You know what they say about hotel bedspreads,” Andee said as she lifted the bottom corner of the one on the bed. It was a rhetorical question, but she found herself explaining about how they are the one item on the bed that doesn’t get washed as frequently. “And in hotels like this one, who know what people have been doing!”

The guys laughed. “Like what?”

Andee told them about some of the things she had heard about what goes on, and what gets on, in a hotel room. Each of them took turns trying hard to gross the others out; and gradually the conversation became very sexually-oriented.

“Guys, I think maybe it’s time for me to go. I don’t think I want to be the cause of any divorces,” Andee said just before swallowing the last ounce of beer in the bottle.

“Don’t go yet, we’re just having some fun. Besides, only Steve has to worry … Connor and I aren’t married. Which reminds me, you told us downstairs that one of the secrets to your marriage was ‘adventure’ but you never explained what that involved,” Dan asked as he sat down on the bed across from where Andee was sitting.

The silence wasn’t so much as “awkward” as it was “dramatic.” For most of the night Dan had come across as a little standoffish and cocky, but this time he was almost boyish. Andee gave him a slight curled smile and began to talk about how 10 years ago she made a conscious decision with her husband to explore what life had to offer and shed a whole array of hung-ups. She shared stories about going to lifestyle clubs and the time she turned her bi-curious thoughts into confirmed bisexual lusts.

The guys sat in blissful silence as she teased them with just enough information to peak their interest, but not reveal too much in the details. After holding their attention for several minutes with these stories, she then confessed what she described as, perhaps, her biggest “secret” – the fact that she was also living a naughty online life through an adult website.

Andee described how she and her husband had launched the website, explaining how it has added to the spark in the relationship, and introduced her to a whole new world of sexuality and experimenting. As she talked, Dan typed in the website address and opened up the homepage. The guys crowded around his laptop as the glanced through some of the stuff on the free side, commenting on how sexy she looked in this outfit and what kind of look they liked.

She asked for the computer for a moment, adding a “trust me” in her request, and then typed in her password to access the members’ side of things.

“If you liked the preview, you’ll really enjoy those,” she said with a hint of confidence in her voice.

She sat back on the bed and watched the reactions of the guys as they scrolled through some of the more revealing photos. She smiled as they commented, analyzed and sputtered as they surfed through.

“Wow, that is fucking hot,” Steve finally said. “I can’t even picture my wife letting me take pictures of her in her swimsuit, never mind something like that.” Andee noticed the bulge in his pants as he got up to make another drink. He gestured for her glass, so she walked over to the makeshift bar they had created on the dresser.

“Have you ever given a private show?” Cooper asked. He had been very quiet up until this point, but finally joined in the conversation.

“Like webcamming?” Andee replied.

“No … uh … I don’t want to sound crude, but like … you know … in person?” Andee smiled at Cooper’s youthful embarrassment and glanced at both Dan and Steve. All three guys were staring intently, waiting for an answer.

“Actually, no, I have never been naked in front of people that weren’t expecting to see me naked.”

“Want to be?” Andee was shocked at the question coming from Steve – the guy who supposedly was the one with the obligations back home.

“I bet you would like that,” she shot back and took a long sip from her drink while keeping her eyes firmly fixed on him.

“I know I sure as hell would,” injected Connor, who had obviously come out of his shell after a couple beers.

“Seriously, how hot would that be for your little website hobby? Imagine doing a photo shoot in a hotel room while some guys enjoy the private show in person. I bet that would really drive some traffic … and sales,” Steve added. “And we are in the business of sales.”

Andee couldn’t believe what she was hearing. At first it sounded just like some naughty banter, but now the guys were busy concocting a whole plan around how to set things up. She started to wonder how she might get out of this one when a really naughty idea crossed her mind.

“Well, here’s the problem, guys: I really appreciate all the advice and the suggestions, but you know, back home when I do my photo sessions, my photographer gets naked too. It helps me feel a little less … exposed.”

She thought that might be just enough to convince them the “joke” had reached its end … until Steve pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Dropping them to the floor and kicking them into a pile in the corner, he looked rather silly standing there naked except for his socks. Andee couldn’t help but laugh … and stare at his rather nice-sized manhood.

Before she could even comment, Connor was peeling off his clothes too. As he dropped his underwear past his ankles, Dan jumped off the bed and rooted through his suitcase. He pulled out his small digital camera and held it up for Andee to see.

“Looks like we’re ready,” he said and then stripped naked.

In a matter of minutes, Andee found herself as the only one still dressed … surprised and mildly turned on by the idea.

“Wow, you guys are serious,” she said. Thinking for a moment – and taking a good long look at the three naked men – she conceded: “Ok … despite my better judgment … and how I will ever explain this at home … I will agree to one photo set. But all of you need to follow my rules for this … agreed?”

Andee explained that she would pose for them, and they could take the photos, but had to remain on the bed as she did. Naturally, the three guys smiled and nodded in agreement. She was pretty confident in how she would look naked anyway. At 38, she was still in great shape, and always received a lot of compliments on how her legs looked.

She started to go through the routine of slowly unbuttoning her shirt as Dan snapped away on his camera. As she removed her clothes, she had him pass the camera to Steve and asked him to change spots so that the photos would have different angles. After a few minutes of this, she had him sit back down on the bed and hand the camera to Connor. Standing in front of the youngest guy, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra, slowly revealing her wonderful 36B breasts just inches from his face.

Andee was now down to just her panties. She told Connor how she wanted him to sit at the end of the bed and capture the angles as she removed her panties. He eagerly did as he was told and snapped away furiously. In her mind, Andee was enjoying the experience … her body, on the other hand was completely giving her away. As she pulled her panties off, they were almost dripping with her wetness.

She let Connor take a few photos of her laid out on the bed in playful poses.

“Ok, now I want all three of you to sit on that bed, facing me,” she instructed. As they did, Andee began to turn up the sexual heat. She started to play with her very wet pussy, masturbating and rubbing her clit. She was incredibly turned on.

As she sat in front of the guys, she could see that each of them was sporting hard-ons. She looked at Dan first and asked him to stroke himself. She watched intently as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself. After a minute, she told Steve to do the same. She took the camera from Connor’s hand and directed him to also stroke himself. Andee took a photo of the three men, claiming she wanted a little memory of her own; then took close-ups of each guy.

“Ok, there you go … one photo set all done,” she said, tossing the camera onto the bed. “Time for me to get dressed.”

She laughed as the guys all howled in protest.

“Sorry guys, but I’m too turned on to just sit and have a couple drinks. I need to get back to my room and finish what I started,” she teased.

“Oh my god, there is no way you can just stop,” Steve exclaimed. “You said you wanted it to be ‘just like at home.’ Do you leave your other photographer all worked up? Look at us!”

She smiled and took the few steps over to where Steve was sitting. Placing one hand on his thigh, just inches away from his cock, she leaned in close to his face and looked him in the eyes and then down to his lap.

“Yes, look at you,” she purred in Steve’s ear as she used her other hand to stroke him back to hardness.

Andee then turned and walked over to where they had left the desk chair and pulled it to a spot just between the two beds, and turned to the guys. Their eyes were fixated on her naked body, each of them still visibly erect. She picked up the camera and handed it back to Dan and then stepped in front of Connor. She reached down and wrapped her right hand around his cock and gestured for him to follow her to the chair. She had him sit down, and then she knelt in front of him.

“Make sure you get lots of shots,” she said, turning towards Dan. Andee then placed her hands on Connor’s thighs and licked his hard dick before taking him into her mouth.

At first she slid her tongue just around the tip as she inched her mouth further along. She loved how incredibly hard and strong his cock felt in her mouth, and already hot. Andee proceeded to work on him, picking up the pace as she got more and more into the blowjob. She was incredibly turned on by the thought of having this new man in her mouth – the first time in a very long time that she had sucked on someone other than her husband. The thought of it, and the increasing wetness of her own pussy, made her work even harder.

She could sense he was getting close, and not wanting it to end just yet, she stopped her oral assault on his cock. Connor groaned in slight dismay but seemed willing to play along as she whispered “soon lover, soon” into his ear.

Andee then told Steve to sit in the chair and repeated the act, bringing him to the brink of orgasm but not all the way.

Finally, she turned to Dan, who had been photographing the whole thing. He eagerly swapped spots with Steve.

Andee first had Dan take some POV photos as she sucked on his cock, putting on her best oral performance for extra effect. Every now and then she would look deeply into the camera, which obviously her new photographer liked as she would feel his erection between her lips pulse.

“It’s all in the eyes,” she said, pulling herself away from his cock momentarily.

“I liked it better when it was all in your mouth,” Dan shot back as he adjusted himself in the chair.

His erection was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Andee took the camera from his hand, aimed it at his lap and snapped off a few photos before wrapping her left hand around it and getting a close up … “Gotta get the wedding rings in there,” she cooed. “My husband will definitely enjoy that.”

Andee then straddled Dan’s lap, his large erection sliding between her wet pussy lips but not inside her just yet. She proceeded to give Dan a bit of a grinding lap dance, blending her saliva with her wetness.

“Get a few from behind,” she asked Steve as she handed him the camera. She firmly held Dan’s cock in her hand as she continued to torment the man underneath her. She lifted her breast to his mouth and moaned as he sucked on her nipple.

“When was the last time you had that inside a woman,” she asked Dan, remembering his sarcastic claims about divorce and relationships. “…feels like it has been a while.”

Dan could only grunt in reply as Andee kissed him deeply. They continued with their French kiss, each other’s tongues aggressively searching the other’s mouth. Andee stroked the rock hard cock between her legs for a few seconds and then placed the head against her dripping pussy. With one hot thrust, she slid all the way onto Dan and ground herself against his pelvis.

“Holy fucking moly,” Steve mumbled from behind them as he clicked away.

Andee flexed her hips as she rode Dan’s cock, pushing down hard against him each time. She was practically purring with sexual delight. She could feel the head of his large dick pressing against her cervix as she did. “Gawd that’s so deep,” she said, adding the occasional “fuck” and “you’re so hard” to the moment. She rode her divorced friend for a few minutes, enjoying the incredible feeling of having a new cock buried in her cunt. For her, it had been years since she enjoyed having someone other than her husband between her legs.

Sensing Dan was about to cum; feeling his cock grow just a bit harder like men do just before they reach the point of no return, Andee pulled herself off of him and climbed onto the bed. She grabbed Steve around his hips, pulling his cock towards her mouth. She went to work with her mouth on her new friend as Connor scrambled onto the bed beside her. Lying on his back, his young dick was pointing straight up like a flag pole.

Andee let Steve slide out of her mouth and she turned her attention to Connor. As she sucked on him, she felt Dan’s fingers ease into her wet cunt. She moaned her approval and he picked up the pace of slipping in and out of her.

After a few minutes of this, Andee could sense things were heating up to an incredible climax. She moved so that she was straddling Connor as he lay on his back and she could still suck on Steve. For a moment she was totally lost in the sexual high of having the two men … until a new sensation came from behind her. Andee growled loudly as she felt the last of her new lovers push the head of his hard cock into her anus. She had to stop sucking on Steve’s dick to catch her breath and try to relax her muscles so Dan could slide all the way into her from behind. She was now completely stuffed with cock.

For her, it was hard to focus on what felt best. This was truly one of her ultimate fantasies come true. Andee threw herself into the moment, sucking and fucking for all she was worth, pausing every now and then to moan and catch her breath. If anyone was in the room next door, there would be no doubt about the sexual antics going on.

Andee could feel the cock in her ass grow very rigid as she heard Dan saying over and over “Fuck that’s tight …” Then with one deep push she could feel his orgasm pulsing in her ass. She took her mouth off Steve’s massive cock for just a moment while she encouraged Dan to cum deep inside her.

“That’s it baby, fill my ass … fill me up,” she purred as she pushed back hard against his throbbing dick.

The sensation proved to be too much for the young member of the group and suddenly Connor was filling her pussy with his own cum.

She kept stroking the dick that was just inches from her face, leaning her forehead on Steve’s thigh as she let the two cocks buried in her throb and twitch with pleasure. Her lower half was on fire from the fucking, but she was still hungry for even more.

Andee rolled off Connor’s used cock and pulled Steve towards her. Lying on her back, she spread her legs while so he could slide his erection into her.

“Would you fuck your wife with sloppy seconds,” she growled, directing him to the cum-soaked opening of her pussy. Steve placed his hands on either side of Andee’s head, facing her as she rubbed the head of his cock along her swollen cunt.

“I’d fuck her so hard she’d taste it in the back of her mouth,” he shot back, ramming his full length into her. Andee let out a load groan as Steve’s swollen dick slammed deep into her.

Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed the little spot just to the side of her clit; the one that would quickly make her cum. She matched Steve’s thrusts faster and faster as she felt the sensation rising within her. Then, as her lover continued his delightful pounding of her pussy, Andee arched her back and let out a grunt as she quivered through her own orgasm.

She hardly noticed the sound of the camera clicking away, as Dan had resumed his responsibility of cameraman for the evening.

Then, just as she was starting to go through the notion of what these souvenirs would mean back at home, she was drawn back to the sensation of the steel hard cock driving in and out of her pussy. Steve was nearing his point of no return. Andee pushed her hips up off the mattress to match her partner’s movement and squeezed her muscles as tight as she could around his erection. Steve let go with a loud grunt as he unleashed his cum deep into her.

After a minute of pumping in and out, he flopped down on top of Andee in exhaustion, taking a moment before he rolled off her.

“Now that was tasty,” Andee whispered into Steve’s ear, reminding him of what he said just minutes before.

Lying there in a big, sweaty pile, the foursome each tried to catch their breath.

“And that, guys … is why you always pull the comforter off the hotel bed,” Andee said, giggling with a blend of sexual exhaustion and satisfaction.


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Some of the stories in my collection were written in the past century and others in the past month. It is the case of this naughty story. A couple of weeks ago I was browsing my Twitter timeline and came across a tweet with a link to a sexy story. It was authored by Andee, who had just published this wonderful naughty tale in her Literotica home page. I fall in love with it and I had to try and publish it here. Thus, I sent her an invitation via Twitter to post her story in my blog and she readily accepted… well… what can I say… I am a lucky guy.  🙂

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Photo: “Hotel California” by Kevin Dooley published under a creative commons license.

“Jen’s Titillating Behaviour” by DrSpin – MMF

Voyeur

Organising people to be somewhere at the same place and time is no easy affair. Except at one another’s houses, that is, because then it doesn’t matter so much about precise arrivals and departures and kids can be picked up under the arm and packed away in a spare room to sleep or play, deposited in comfort and security. It was what we did on a Saturday night when nothing more exotic beckoned.

We were four couples, Jen and I (my name’s Tom), Kay and Martin, Vanessa and Geoff, and Sandy and Steve. We did it most Saturday nights because, while inducements to do otherwise came around often enough, it was rare that they interested all eight of us simultaneously.

This particular Saturday night was at our place and that was fine, because Jen and I enjoyed cooking and we liked to put heart and soul into the work of it. Plus we didn’t have children yet and it was a big roomy house with a huge dining room that opened out into a rampant garden. And it was high summer and we could leave the french doors wide open and it was all very, very pleasant indeed. The few children we hosted that night were asleep upstairs.

Like most Saturday nights, some of us had drunk too much by the time the last of the dinner was spirited away and, like some Saturday nights, somebody had produced some dope and some of us had smoked too much of it and the animation and high spirits the eight of us could generate was down to the embers. We were scattered around the big room in varying states of disrepair and the head counts were being done and nobody could come up with a driver who wasn’t too drunk or too stoned or both to get behind the wheel of a car. By consensus we decided that everybody would stay over and go home in the morning. This wasn’t usual but it wasn’t uncommon.

The eight of us got on famously. We were at that age, late twenties to mid-thirties, when you gravitate naturally towards mutually beneficial groupings and gatherings. I don’t know why, but it was easy socially, economically, culturally, and intellectually. The mix of it seemed to work. I mean, you didn’t adore and admire every single one of them and there was no way you could have been best friends with two or three of them. But in the bigger mix, irritations, defects, and potential personality clashes were largely washed away and what between two people could become a damaging lifelong dispute generally passed within the group as a fleeting stimulating discussion.

Kay had been dozing sprawled in an armchair, showing an inviting stretch of her excellent legs extending from a skirt no longer arrayed in the most ladylike manner. She opened her dark eyes suddenly and blinked at the light.

“I’m off to bed,” she announced. “It’s the only way to keep Tom from looking up my dress and I’m too spun out to do anything to stop him.”

“Look, I’m just too drunk to turn my head in another direction,” I said.

“A gentleman would have closed his eyes to it,” Vanessa chipped in snippily.

“Can’t do that,” I replied. “Her legs are way too good.”

This was an established fact. Kay had the legs, Sandy had the butt, Vanessa had the hair and eyes, and Jen had the bosom. It had been agreed many times by all of us. It was also true I was drunk but not as much as I had been a while ago because I’d already stopped drinking. And I hadn’t taken up a passed-around joint like I usually did because I was getting over a cold and I had something of a sore throat.

“Why pick on him?” my wife, Jen, interposed. “Have a word with your husband about the way he stares at my chest.”

Vanessa waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not only Geoff who stares. I have to tell you, Jen, I look at your chest and I’m not even a dyke.”

“Yeah,” Geoff agreed, his over-the-top leer throwing his moustache akilter. “Show us your tits, Jen.”

This was not an uncommon request. Aside from the fact that Jen’s breasts were uncommonly generous, it was the way the group usually dealt with sexual tensions, curiosities, and flirtations that fluttered about the place. The odd mock suggestion, rolling of eyes and exaggerated compliment took the place of real-time actions and events that everyone was sensible enough to know could not happen without great risk to situations that were comfortably satisfactory. No marriage was unhappy. There wasn’t a reason to jeopardise relationships. Sure, I could and frequently did imagine Kay’s fine long legs wrapped around my waist but I wasn’t going to risk disaster by trying to make it happen.

“Well,” said Jen, giving the appearance of considering his request, “I should definitely get out of this new dress before I clean up in the kitchen and stack the dishwasher. But I was thinking about doing that after I put my drunken husband to bed.”

“Good plan,” said Martin, counting himself in Geoff’s corner. “We’ll wait until Tom’s out of the way before we go ahead.” Martin’s a lawyer. Opportunistic. Never fails to sniff out a sporting chance.

“Come on, then,” she said, standing up and dragging me out of the chair. “You heard the deal, Tom. Time for you to go to bed, so Geoff, Martin and I can have some play time.” She knew I’d know she was kidding, of course. That was the nature of the game.

“I’m off too,” said Sandy. “Coming, Steve?”

“Sure sounds good to me,” Steve agreed as he followed his wife. Steve was one of those amiable soft-spoken guys. He usually followed Sandy unquestioningly.

The group trudged wearily into various rooms and Jen made sure of this and that and who was where and did they have enough pillows and I stood by the open window in our bedroom waiting for her and looking down at the garden. Martin and Geoff were out there, sitting and smoking a last joint together on a bench amongst the heady fragrance of the dark-red flowers of the riotous quisqualis vine. I could smell the powerful jasmine-like scent from the window, more pervasive by a long stretch than the coarse herb smell of the marijuana, and it made me light-headed. I called out a menacing warning to them not to urinate on the gardenias because it would upset the pH balance. The guys gestured in the time-old vulgar unambiguous way and I staggered off chuckling towards my soft and welcoming bed.

I was under the sheets and at least half-asleep when Jen came into the room. I watched her through secretly slitted eyes. I have always liked to look at her when she undresses. She took off her dress and reached for the well- worn jeans slung over a chair. She was wearing lacy white underwear, new by the look of it, and as she leaned over to pull on the jeans the bra was working hard to keep her abundant breasts in harness.

She wandered over to her dressing table to rummage for a tee-shirt. The dressing table was near a window, and I was thinking how those guys might be able to see her if they were still sitting on that bench. She glanced out the window and quickly jumped back. She retrieved her glasses, put them on, and peered around the corner of the window. Again she jumped back. She stifled a giggle, a hand shooting to her mouth. Then, after a quick glance at me supposedly asleep in bed, she walked slowly to the window and stood there, looking out. She placed her hands against each side frame and, there was no other way to describe it, posed deliberately and provocatively for the men to see.

Lying on my back and watching through slitted eyes, I saw my modest wife standing immodestly at the open window. I heard her giggle, though quietly. She slipped a strap off her shoulder like a stripper but put it back, blowing a kiss into the garden. She stepped back, turned aside, grabbed a shirt out of the drawer, and came close to me, out of their line of sight. She looked at me for a moment, a broad smile on her lips. I could see, even from under my lids, her nipples poking hard and sharp through the lacy insets of her bra. She drew the shirt over her head and with a final glance at me, a smile still twitching on her face, turned off the light, left the room and closed the door.

I was stunned. This was Jen? Like many other women with big breasts, she tended to avoid displaying them. They’d come to her as a young teenager and she’d spent many years putting up with whistles, taunts, and ribald comments. Ever since I’d known her, she’d dressed conservatively. She wasn’t at all ashamed of her breasts, but she’d become accustomed to not accentuating them. What had come over her this night? I climbed out of bed and discovered my penis thrusting through the fly of my pyjama shorts like an iron bar. I tucked it away, opened the door quietly, and crept down the stairs.

She was in the kitchen like she said she’d be, scraping plates and stacking them in the dishwasher. Geoff and Martin were with her.

“Come on. Just one close look,” Geoff was saying. “We were too far away in the garden.”

She stopped and looked at him, still holding that peculiar smile I’d seen upstairs. “I told you,” she said. “Do a good job helping me here and I’ll think about it.”

Martin was scouring a pot and he handed another to Geoff. “Do it, dummy,” he said. I was in the dining room, flat against the wall. I could only see into part of the kitchen but I could hear everything.

She’d think about it? What was she doing? Jen? You need to know about Jen. She just wasn’t an upfront type of woman. She didn’t go in for an aggressive display. But I already told you that. Looks had something to do with it. I mean, sure she had a generous bosom and she attracted attention because of it. But she had always been insecure about her looks. She thought she wasn’t pretty. Which she wasn’t, I guess, in the way we all think about that. But she wasn’t unpretty, either. She was smallish, she wore glasses because she was short-sighted, she kept her hair cropped short because she said it was untidy long and, to be honest, she had a small bird-like mouth and a weakish chin. That’s being overly critical, though. She was hardly plain, for God’s sake. And she did have those bountiful tits.

I pressed my back against the wall thinking about all this. Within a few minutes they’d just about finished in the kitchen. “Well, I think we did pretty well,” Martin said.

“I suppose you did,” she said. “Go into the dining room and sit on the couch, both of you. I’ll be with you as soon as I get the dishwasher going.”

I slipped silently out the french doors and crouched behind a big and bushy potted golden cane. I could see into the dining room perfectly. The guys sat side by side, looking pleased with themselves. Shortly she came into the room and switched off the main overhead lights, leaving the room lit by two standard lamps. She stood a few steps away from them, hands on hips. “So,” she said. “You really expect me to do this?”

“We really do,” said Geoff. “I’ll go stark staring mad if you don’t.”

“I doubt that.” But she took off her glasses and put them aside.

“You said you would,” said Martin.

“I said I’d think about it.”

“Don’t torture us, Jen. Have mercy.”

Abruptly she whisked the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. I was watching from an angle but I could see her rigid nipples poking through the bra. She shifted her weight and stood calmly in front of them. A silence lengthened and grew.

“Jen?” It was Geoff.

“What?”

“Take it off.”

“Definitely not.”

“Please?”

Martin joined in. “We won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

“You’d better not,” she said. “I’d deny it anyway and nobody would believe you.”

“If you take it off I’ll give you my new car,” Geoff wheedled. “Here,” he said, fishing in his pockets. “Take the keys.”

She laughed. “You adore that car.”

“It’s worth it.”

“I’ll die of grief if you don’t,” Martin said, only half- teasing, I suspected. “This is my biggest fantasy. I can’t get so close and be denied. It will be the end of me.”

She had that smile on her face, the one I didn’t know. She reached tentatively around her back. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had her hands on the clasp and she stopped. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” she said softly. Then her hands moved and the bra was undone. She held it against her chest for a moment, then let it fall to the floor. Geoff and Martin inched forward on the couch, staring at her breasts.

Her breasts. It had been a while since I’d stared at them myself. I guess when you live side by side with somebody you stop paying attention after a time. She had big breasts, sure, but not super-big like those porn star mammary queens with beachball appendages. They were just full, round and heavy, completely natural. Now that I was looking, I could see she’d lost a little shape to gravity. Not much, though. She still pointed directly out in front but the whole weight of her was sitting, at the age of 28, just a bit lower.

Geoff spoke into the long silence. “Sensational,” he said.

“Do I live up to the fantasy?” Jen asked with a broad smile.

“Better. Way better,” Martin replied. Her smile became even broader.

“You know, we all have fantasies,” she said. Huh? What was this? She had always told me she didn’t.

“Yeah?” It was Geoff. “What’s yours?”

She giggled. “I couldn’t possibly tell you.” This was patently untrue. She wanted to be coaxed.

Geoff began the process. “We have a pact tonight, remember? This stays among the three of us. It’s our secret.”

“I just couldn’t,” she said shakily. She looked nervous and sounded a little breathless. She was, I could tell, deeply excited. “It’s, well, embarrassing. It’s a bit, I don’t know, I guess a bit wild.”

“What do you call wild?”

“Oh God. You expect me to describe it?” But she went straight on without pausing. It came out in a rush. “Well, I sometimes dream about being bare-breasted in front of a group of men and they’re, like, masturbating and I’m kneeling in front of them and they shoot their stuff all over my chest.” She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

“Hell, we can do that,” said Martin.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking. I was just telling you, that’s all.”

Martin looked at Geoff. They reached a simple understanding. “Jen,” said Martin, “why don’t you get down on your knees?”

“No way. I couldn’t do it. Definitely not.”

“Get down on your knees,” said Geoff firmly.

She sank straight to her knees, her back straight and her breasts like a veranda deck. She looked up with wide eyes as the two men, friends, her good friends who were married to her good friends, got up from the couch. They unbuckled, unzipped, let their trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“Now,” said Geoff to Jen. “Take down my briefs.”

She looked at his crotch close to her face, then up at his eyes and back to what was confronting her. She reached out and did what he asked, pulling out and down to free the erection that bounced out before her eyes.

“Now him.” She shuffled across on her knees and repeated the process with Martin. They looked reasonably sized without being remarkable, in similar proportion to what she was used to with me. She looked from one to the other. She was mouth-breathing.

“Start me off,” said Geoff. It was an order and he’d judged her correctly. She wanted to be told what to do, to have the burden, responsibility, and guilt of decision removed. She reached out to grasp his penis but he held her hand. “Not like that,” he said.

She looked up at his face. “You mean…?” She left the words hanging.

“You know what I mean.”

She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. I could hear it plainly from six metres away. She bent her head and took him in her mouth, holding him with her left hand. I watched bewildered as she applied herself, her head bobbing slowly and evenly. This was Jen? My Jen? I mean, we’d done this plenty of times but it was by no means her favourite activity. It was always something of a gift she made to me, certainly not a wanton act of lust on her part.

Geoff gently pushed her head away. “Whew,” he said. “I’m close already. Go to Marty.”

She turned her head and grabbed Martin’s outthrust cock in her right hand, pulling him towards her. Still holding Geoff with her left hand, she dipped her head and opened her mouth wide to enclose him. His head jerked back and he looked briefly at the ceiling as she worked on him with her mouth and tongue. In a couple of minutes he was ready.

“Jen, back off now,” he said. She drew away and straightened her back as they both pumped furiously, their hands over hers. Martin pointed his shaft urgently at her breasts and she thrust her shoulders back, lifting her breasts forward. His first spurt landed directly on her right breast and he clutched himself, jerking, as he sprayed her in four or five powerful bursts. Geoff was adding his contribution before Martin was finished, sending ribbons of semen across her chest.

She fell back suddenly, hands free and weight on her heels, her chest area smeared with their sperm. Her head slumped forward and I thought she’d lost her balance. It looked as though she been knocked over by the primitive force of ejaculation. Then I realised. Both her hands were kneading at the crotch of her jeans and she was in the throes of orgasm.

A minute or two passed in silence. Then she raised her head. “Holy smoke,” she said.

“Jen, you look amazing,” said Martin.

She looked down at herself. Her breasts were daubed and besmeared and she had been sprayed from neck to waist. “Holy smoke,” she said again. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” said Geoff, and the three of them laughed together.

I could see it was all over. I got out of there, retreating carefully, shorts wet and messy with my own emissions although I couldn’t recall it happening. Via the back door I made my way to the bedroom, changed shorts, and climbed into bed. She came in quietly a few minutes later and I heard her running the shower in the bathroom. I watched under my eyelids when, fresh and clean, she stood in the dark beside the bed. She looked down at me for a minute or so, lingering, and then slipped under the sheets and backed her body into mine.

Of course I could have intervened at any stage. I was aware it was in my power to stop it. I made no move because I couldn’t stop wanting to know what was going to happen. I had a hard indigestible lump of jealousy in my stomach but it was not going to be impassable. I didn’t blame Geoff or Martin. I knew absolutely, because I saw it all, who had led this dance from go to whoa and she was sleeping beside me like an artless woman.

From that day to this I never said anything to her about her behaviour that night. That would have opened up a whole new zone of uncertainty in our comfortable and secure marriage. I don’t know why she behaved so uncommonly and I doubt she does either. Not with certainty, anyway. I do know it didn’t happen again, or at least I think I know. I’m pretty sure of it because I kept an eye out for the signals.

The dynamics of the group changed from that night. A month or so later, I ran into Kay in a dark corridor at a party and, on a whim and because I felt free to do it, I kissed her with fire and passion. She fell like a shot duck. We met for a luncheon tryst the next day and during that same afternoon, just as I had imagined, she clasped her long legs around my waist. We had a relaxed affair that lasted over 12 months and she was the best fuck of my life. Her husband Martin, the other half of the duo with my wife, never knew a thing about it.

Quiet Steve, of all people, ran off out of the blue with an Asian girl who spoke little English and I wound up sleeping with his wife Sandy for a bit. And so did Martin and Geoff, I discovered later.

I never fucked Vanessa but we had a hot grope one night in her car. I figured her husband Geoff deserved a little tit- for-tat, so to speak. She apologised for her small breasts which I found off-putting. Not her breasts; the apology.

All in all, too many secrets, betrayals and lies. The innocence of the group dissipated under the strain. But then work got serious and time-consuming and people didn’t seem to be available for simple fun and friendly Saturday night gatherings any more. Ah well, life’s like that in your thirties.


4038197324_f23a251c6d_sYou may wonder the reason for me to publish yet another story by DrSpin, since “Shoulder Straps” was posted not so long ago. Well, what can I say, I really love DrSpin’s stories and I have read “Jen’s Titillating Behaviour” countless times. Every reader has those favourite books or stories they have to review once and again. Don’t you have some? For me, this short tale is one of these special writings. I know there are lots of excellent authors out there, but certain naughty stories such as this one deserve your attention. That’s the reason for me to publish it, because I am doing my best to publish exclusively the best and hottest stories. 

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“Ok… but just one drink – Husband’s view” by Gilglim – MMMF

Bar

I’d had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in. As an office manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and yet still subordinate to the accountants. It’s a rather difficult line to walk and it’s always easier if everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they like to party at the end of the day.

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, “We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Linda?” In a way that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one drink couldn’t hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something.

The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the table, was the center of the “U”.

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office. What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was understandable, since I had been off getting the drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.

Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps.

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc…

I started talking with Tom, to my right. “During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never been there. “The girls are the best in the country…great table dances…”, Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”

The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned. She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the table. She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at the other end of the table resumed their conversation with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking with Tom.

He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready to go.

The conversation at the other end of the table was a little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be getting to her, I suspected.

I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin and tonic.

I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Linda…we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another drink.” Linda sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, “my turn.”

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats. So it took me a while to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept looking down at the other end of the table).

Linda was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point.

Linda closed her eyes again… as though she was trying to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were having. He also gestured under the table… apparently in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly…apparently exasperated with their conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.

Tom was telling me about some of the group’s wild evenings at the strip club. A little later when I looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it seemed to take quite a while.

The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl again and different guys were sitting next to her. I couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to hurt anybody, I guess.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the next round.

I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low chuckles around the table. I went off to get the drinks again and notice that Linda had apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with both of them…because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under the table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It must have been good humored fun, because the guys didn’t seem offended by her scolding.

The bar-tender took his time again and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head over Marcus’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking around, because her head was moving around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks. On my second trip she was still looking, but when I returned with the last of the drinks… she must have found it, because she was sitting upright… touching- up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Linda excused herself to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.

I didn’t even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her bowl again with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and about three minutes later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her elbows. When I looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly. Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his chin was all wet.

Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was dark in the club, but for her to face him like that… it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to me… so I knew that everything must be OK.

Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.

When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment. Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next round. Linda said, “We’ve missed our reservations by now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time. When I finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front clasped bra. Linda’s eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of orgasm.

I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife’s nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one. Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for the second and third trips.

When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys from my office.

She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions. The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She even sucked me off that night. While she was giving blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I’m working. She does it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what is going on.


4038197324_f23a251c6d_sIn my opinion, Gilglim is a master of the genre. He did not only create this incredibly hot sexy story but also wrote a variation in which he viewed the experience from the eyes of Linda. You have to read it also. Trust me: you have to.

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