I answered the phone on the second ring as agreed. "May I speak with Miss
Smith," the caller asked. "Cindi," I whispered, "I've been reconsidering" . . .
"Thank you, I'll call back later," quipped my wife from the other end and hung
up the phone quickly. I sat there wondering how this night was going to turn
out. I sat there in silence going over in my head the plan that my wife and I
had made earlier in the week. Cindi, my wife of ten years was to go to the hotel
bar downstairs which was known to be filled on weekday nights with out of town
businessmen. These men were doing what men away from their wives seem to always
do, go on the prowl for one night stands with local women. The first phone call,
which I had just received, was my signal that she had arrived and was ready for
me to come down from the room that we had rented, at the same hotel, to the bar
where she was calling from. I was to take a table and watch the event develop.
This had been a fantasy. But now it was actually taking place. I was to watch my
wife be "picked up." I slipped my blazer on, looked in the mirror, and turned to
go out of the room. A I waited on the elevator I imagined what was likely taking
place in the bar five floors below. Had Cindi already been approached, I
wondered? It wouldn't take long. When she left me forty minutes earlier she
looked great. She was thirty two years old, and dressed to kill. At five foot
three inches tall, her petite 100 pound body was well high-lighted in the tight
short black skirt and red plunging silk blouse that she was wearing. Her 34b
breasts were pushed high into soft deep cleavage by her black wonder bra, which
was the only thing she had on underneath her sexy outfit. Her soft smooth
shapely legs were bare and well exposed by the short skirt that barely covered
her firm heart-shaped ass. I imagined the men in the bar watching as she came
through the doors. They must have watched closely hoping that she was alone. And
tonight she was, at least for the time being. The elevator came to a smooth stop
and I exited the doors and walked the short distance to the lobby bar, from
where Cindi had called me a few minutes earlier. As I walked into the dimly lit
room I began to scan the bar looking for her. There were only a few women
present and I guessed twenty five men at various tables, on stools and on the
dance floor pawing at the women with whom they were dancing. I took a seat at an
empty table just as I spotted Cindi and her new "friend" walk past. They took
the table directly in from of me. Wow, she looked good and as I expected she was
the rapid object of lust of all the men in the bar. She had been dancing with
this man who looked to be in his mid forties, about six feet one and over two
hundred pounds, I estimated. He was dressed in a dark business suit and towered
over Cindi's petite frame as he seated her at the table before taking his place
beside her. He pulled his chair very close to her and placed his right arm
around her shoulders and his left hand high on her left thigh. He leaned close
to her and was literally all over her. Little did he know that the man directly
in from of him at the next table was her husband. I felt a strange mixture of
excitement and jealousy as he leaned even closer to her and they began talking.
Here I was, in a hotel bar watching my beautiful wife be seduced by an older
man. Little did he know that I, her husband was watching their every move. And
then I noticed that Cindi was gently rubbing his leg very high on the inside of
his thigh only an inch below his bulging manhood. She is not wasting any time, I
thought to myself, nor is she leaving him any doubts that she can be "had"
tonight. She looked up at me winked and smiled and then back up at her new
friend. It was obvious that their slow dance and her gentle leg massage was
creating a stir in his boxer shorts. He reached down with his left hand and
"adjusted himself" to allow a more natural direction for his peaking interest to
swell and "grow." Why did watching my wife in this situation arouse me? Why did
this situation cause my own interest to "swell?" At the same time I was jealous
and angry. On one hand I wanted to run to my wife and take her back to "our"
room and make passionate love to her and on the other hand I was enthralled and
aroused at the spectacle of her making small talk, touching, and being touched
and ultimately seduced by another man. Before I had time to become too jealous I
noticed that he had moved his hand to the inside of Cindi's leg and was moving
it further and further under her short skirt. She had uncrossed her legs under
the table and as his hand moved higher, her legs parted slightly allowing him to
touch her most private part. He stopped and looked at her deeply and knowingly
when he realized that his hand was touching only flesh. He knew that she was
wearing no panties and I watched as he removed his hand and placed his fingers
in his mouth licking Cindi's moisture from his index and middle finger. He
quickly place his hand back under her skirt and began gently moving his fingers
inside her now wet vagina. She began to rock in her seat with the rhythm of his
fingers. She was really getting into this and I began to feel very aroused. The
thought of my wife being touched by a stranger in a public place and enjoying it
brought me to a full erection. Cindi smiled and re-crossed her legs showing
beautiful shapely leg all the way to her soft firm ass. It was mine and I was
allowing another to experience it right before my eyes. Where would this lead. I
could only guess. It had been over twelve years since another man had touched
Cindi. She had had three lovers prior to me, the last one was two years before
we were married. She had recounted all of her experience to me and I mine to
her. We had always been totally honest with each other. I remembered when she
told me about her previous lovers and the feelings of jealousy and excitement
that her words gave me. The feelings were very similar to the ones that I was
feeling now. We had agreed to explore these feelings deeper by allowing me to
watch her tonight. She stood to go to the restroom and as she returned she
caught my eye and raised her eyebrows, asking my permission to proceed with our
plan. The moment of truth had arrived. I felt strangely cold yet sensuously
aroused at the thought of what I was about to agree to. I looked at her lovingly
and nodded my head. When she returned from the ladies room she gathered her
purse and she and her new friend left the bar. So, it was now out of my control.
There was no stopping it. She was in his "hands" and would not likely return to
me the same chaste wife. As I walked back to our room I realized that I had
crossed the line of no return. I unlocked the door and went into our room where
I was to wait on her next call. I tried to watch TV but I couldn't think about
anything but what might be happening to Cindi. It had all happened so fast. In
what seemed like days but was actually only twenty minutes the phone rang.
Again, the caller asked, "has Miss Smith returned?" "Oh Cindi," I whispered,
"please be careful." "That's OK," she said, "I'll call back later." And then she
quickly hung up. She was in his room. That had been my signal. I didn't know
which room, only that she was with him. All I could do was wait. As I thought
about her I again became aroused and turned on the pay TV to an adult channel
and watched a woman being gang banged. All I could see was the picture in my
mind of Cindi in the strangers embrace, naked, entwined, and being engulfed by
strange hands and penetrated by a strange man. I went to sleep with this in my
mind and yes, in my dreams. About 3:30 am the key in the latch awakened me. I
pretended to be asleep as Cindi entered the room and immediately into the
restroom. I listened as she spend fifteen or so minutes in the bathroom and
wondered what was taking so long. When she joined me in our bed, I turned over
and placed my hand on her cheek. She smiled in the dim light and asked me to
hold her. I did. "Well?" I asked. "Lets talk about it tomorrow," was her reply.
She rolled over and went to sleep. I never went back to sleep. About 10:00 am
she woke up and asked me to bring her some coffee which I did and sat down on
the bed beside her. "Well?" again I asked. In a moment she broke into a smile.
She leaned over and kissed me deeply. "Thank you," she said, "it was wonderful."
I smiled back at her and she began to tell me the following story. We left the
bar as you know around 11:00pm and went straight to his room on the third floor.
He ordered some champagne from room service and we waited until it arrived just
talking, necking, and touching. When the bottle arrived he poured us both a
glass and we had a drink, or two. I was already feeling a bit tipsy from the two
drinks he had bought for me at the bar. We began to make out very heavily and
his hands were all over my body. It felt so good and it was so exciting to be
touched by someone new and strange. It had been so long since anyone but you had
touched me. Because I was wearing no panties and my blouse was soon opened and
my bra removed I was very accessible to his hands and body. He picked me up and
lay me on the bed. He kissed me and teased me with his tongue from head to toe.
He really knew how to use his tongue on my bare clitoris. He would kiss, nibble
with his lips, lick my sensitive love button, and then dart his tongue as far
inside me as it would reach. Before long he brought me or an explosion that
seemed to come in waves over and over. He was good and he knew it. Then he asked
me to go down on him which I felt obligated to do. I removed his belt, his
trousers, and then his boxers. What sprang out took my breath away. As you know,
he was a big man, physically. His prick definitely fit his body size. It was the
largest one I'd ever seen. All I could do was think how much I wanted to feel it
rip into me and stretch me to the max. It was all I could do to surround the
head with my lips. I licked the head and then slid it into my mouth, pulsing
sucking, massaging the sensitive ring around the top of his huge prick. After a
few minutes he pulled away and turned me over and crawled between my legs. As he
was much larger physically than you I had to spread my legs very wide to allow
him to fit comfortably. He moved up covering my body with his though he never
allowed his massive weight to rest on my tiny body. And then his huge knob came
into contact with my pussy lips. I parted my legs as wide as I could and raised
them high. He gently pushed his knob inside. I thought I was going to explode.
It was so large. Much larger that I'd ever had before. I was so wet it was only
a few seconds until he was able to completely pierce my pussy. I thought that he
was pounding my cervix deeper as he began to thrust deeply and solidly. He
thrust and I was helpless to do anything but to ride him until my waves began to
return. My orgasm never seemed to stop or was it just one after the other. I
could not tell when one stopped and the next one began. This must have gone on
for fifteen minutes. Finally, just when I thought that I couldn't take anymore I
felt him tense, grow, thrust deeply and then grunt deeply and I felt his hot
semen douse deeply into my womb. His orgasm was long and deep and when it
finally ended he collapsed on top of me. I didn't think I could breath because
of his weight but it was only a few seconds before he shifted his weight to his
elbows and relieved my body. I was totally possessed by him. I had been mated as
I have never been before. He rolled over and went to sleep. I gathered my
things, cleaned up a bit, and returned to you. And that is my account of what
happened last night. After my wife told me the above account of the previous
night, we made love. I enjoyed the sensation of going where the stranger had
been only a few hours before. The thought of his "taking" of my wife was
exciting. We are considering trying some variation of the above. I'll let you
know should we decide to do it again.
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