HotWife and the Secret Adventure. (Total Fiction..so far)

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HotWife and the Secret Adventure. (Total Fiction..so far)

Unread post by boisehotwifehubby » Fri Aug 10, 2007 7:32 am

This is fiction, as of today’s date. The idea has a lot of potential and can be done for real, maybe, one day. With a lot of money, planning and luck. Hopefully some of you will find this story sexy. Thanks for reading!

In a Las Vegas hotel a couple has checked in for a typical weekend get away. Only when you add in a HotWife, a devious husband, and the rule of what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, the weekend will be far from typical.

Where was he? She said sighed while looking at the clock. She knew he had something planned for 9pm, and it was 8:45 already. She got too relaxed in the deep sunken tub in the room, while he went to “ check out some things.” She looked herself over in the mirror, checking out her new dress, turquoise, interesting choice of color for him to buy for her. Once on she liked what she saw, it accentuated her curves, and covered the not so favorable areas. With only matching knee high stockings, and an open front bra, she felt a bit uncovered to be going out. Her husband has been “up to something” for about three months now, this should be an interesting night. Then a knock on the door, it was hotel staff with a red envelope. She recognized her husband’s handwriting with the words “Mission Dossier” written on it.

Smiling she opened it and read “ Your mission should you choose to accept, and baby you will want to! Your mission is to expand horizons, experiences, and pleasure by completing MISSION TO THE MOON. If you accept this mission call mission central at ###-####, and only say “ I accept.” Giggling, she dials the number, to hear her husband in a terrible attempt to disguise his voice says “yes?” She giggles “I accept” “very well” was the only reply, then a hang up. Now what? She redials the number only to have what must be some Asian lady pick up. “Sorry” she sets down the phone.

Another knock at the door, another hotel staff person brings another red envelope with mission dossier written on it. When she opens it, it says: Phase one first contact. You must join with agent code name Viking. AT 9:00 pm meet said agent at the bar south of the main casino, your identifying card is enclosed. Signed “Him.” With the note was a jack of hearts card, cut in half with a zigzag pattern. Oh shit, she grabs her things and hustles to main floor, as it is already 8:57.

She walks into the bar trying to make the card visible but not obvious. In the far corner she sees the other half of the jack of hearts, propped against a glass. Standing to meet her was a very tall and handsome man dressed in a sharp tux. He took her hand politely and even pushed in her seat in a very gentleman like manner. Dressed sharp and with suave manners, he took his “James Bond” role seriously. Code name Viking made sense once she saw his long blond hair in a ponytail, and neatly trimmed blond beard. His deep blue eyes, deep sexy “Sean Connery” type voice, and calm polite manners are what drew her to him. They talked about current events, and the sights and people in Vegas. The butterflies in her tummy would only happen when she allowed herself to think that soon she would bed this very handsome man.

He was an obviously breast man, as he would discreetly eye her cleavage. She was actually flattered by attention with good taste, she would pretend to look away, discreetly hold her chest out, and look back and meet his eyes. Soon another hotel employee arrived with yet another red envelope. The note read, operation hands on, at 9:30 take female agent to massage parlor, knock on parlor door, and present ticket. After completion, ask for next message at front desk, under the name of Viking. Signed Him. She was stunned, yes! What a pleasant surprise, a massage, before being ravished by two fine gentlemen. Or was everything going to happen in the massage parlor? This game of mystery was getting better, as they walked out, she took his arm, and smiled up again at those sexy eyes.

Viking knocked at the door of the massage parlor. An olive skinned man opened, Viking handed him the ticket. The man in an unfamiliar accent said “ oh yes, the special late night appointment, this way.” The olive skinned man then asked Viking to be comfortable, while he took the lady to the parlor. This olive skinned man had magic fingers, and again she lost all concept of time. After her massage, she rejoined Viking, who she stopped treating as a stranger, this man she met only an hour ago. She thanked him for waiting so patently for her, he just smiled, and with a bit of fire in his eyes said “my pleasure.” She again took his hand and headed to the front lobby to see what the next leg of this adventure would be.

The front desk lady handed them another red envelope. They sat at a table to read it. Message read: Operation Wrangler, proceed to the quarter slot area and make contact with agent Code Name Cowboy. Your identifier is enclosed. Converse with Agent Cowboy until the Space Shuttle arrives. Signed Him. Enclosed with the note was a king of hearts cut in half with a zigzag pattern.

Another man? She felt those butterflies again. She walked close to Viking as they found the described slot machine area. She looked for her husband, but he was not there. Nobody had a card placed on their machine, as they walked down the rows of players. Finally Viking pointed to a cowboy with half of king of hearts in the band of his hat. She walked up to cowboy and held up her half of the card. “Oh you made it” he said in a southern drawl. She was a bit stunned at cowboy, if he was more than twenty-five, she was a millionaire. She took a machine next to cowboy, and Viking took the machine to her other side. He was from Houston, worked at an oil refinery. He was young and full of boyish charms, but in his deep brown eyes she senses a confidence, he knew his way around women, and was used to female company. For such a young man he filled out his Wranglers and shirt quite nicely.

In contrast to Vikings calm suave demeanor, Cowboy was a bit loud, almost obnoxious. Cowboy was not shy about trying to steal a kiss, and touching her leg. His eyes ran up and down her body shamelessly, she was both flattered and embarrassed. He was trying to hide his nervousness by clowning around, something a man she has been married to for years does as well. She playfully kicks Cowboy when she catches him eyeing the waitress bringing drinks. She gives am warm smile to Viking who has been so patient for so long, while she look at him she winks, she can feel his blood start rise, and is turned on by his reaction to her. Finally a well-dressed man approaches and says, “ I am to tell you that the space shuttle awaits, come with me please.” As she takes Viking’s hand again, Cowboy sprints around the two of them, and takes her other hand. Then starts singing we are off to see the wizard. She giggles while telling him to shut up. Viking chuckles “kids these days.” She loves cowboy’s youthful energy, and Vikings cool sophistication, she closes her eyes, and feels the tingling between her legs. Not wearing underwear can be a good thing, or her undies would be a sopping mess.

The driver held the door, and as they got in she noticed her husband still was not there. As the limo pulled away, her butterflies came back. She had to think, she did not feel in danger, she is sure hubby screened these guys. Maybe the limo is taking them to her husband. Still her heart fluttered, as she wanted to do what only the naughtiest girls do. They each choose a drink from the mini bar, and looked at all the lights through the dark tinted glass, as they drive up and down the streets of Las Vegas. The driver says on the intercom, please open the glass. When the glass opens he hands them a now too familiar red envelope. This one read: Secret agents, you must now complete your mission; I am sure you all know what to do, Signed Him.

Oh shit oh shit over and over, was all she could think, in a fancy limo, with two strangers in Vegas. “This is a naughty story people read, not live for real” she thought to herself. When she looked up she saw that men both had their eyes on her, like hungry wild animals. Being a HotWife she has done threesomes, and went on dates with select boyfriends, but this, this was over the top.

Her body was alive, she was soaking wet, her nipples have been aroused and pleasantly rubbing against the material of her dress for some time now. She knew her face was flushed, and her frazzled look was no longer hidden. While sipping her drink she motioned and patted the seat next to her, so Viking would be beside her, while Cowboy was on the other side. She called him to her before she realized what she had done. Her mind finally went where her body was leading her. She set her drink down, and moved towards Viking. Their lips pressed, parted, then pressed together harder. Then his tongue was chasing hers in her mouth. She felt a jolt of electricity race through her. She felt a gush of warmth between her thighs, she was drenched and could not help it. She then leaned over to kiss Cowboy, and he met her before she leaned very far. She felt another wave of electricity surge through her, enough her heart skipped, twice in a row.

She lifted her hips on instinct before she realized that Viking had pulled her dress up over and off of her. Cowboy was nibbling the back of her neck, while Viking was deeply kissing her again. She was lying back with her arms around both of her lovers. She felt Vikings beard going over her shoulder, and then his tongue teased her nipple. Cowboy suddenly dove on her other breast, he was all over it, making her feel he was everywhere at once. Her nipple, between her breasts, he devoured her one breast, while Viking teased, nibbled, and kissed the other. Usually foreplay is a warm up for her, she loves to climax when her lover does. She could not hold back, her body shuddered and she cried out, clenching her fist.

She felt the soft whiskers of Viking now running his tongue along the back of her neck. She shuddered and felt goose quills at his actions. Cowboy was lifting her legs over his shoulders, and parting her hair. Cowboy teased her clit by just touching it with her tongue. Then she felt him rubbing the clit with the soft underside of his tongue. Her clit pulsed, as nobody ever thought to do that to her before. Soft, warm, delicious, and dream like sensations. These sensations add to the sensual kisses of Viking. Cowboy teased her lips with the back of his tongue. She was shaking, waiting to cum when he, when he would, when he would finally, he then drove his tongue deep inside her, as she came at his anticipated love action. She soaked his tongue with more of her honey. Who cares how young he is, he was as skilled as Casanova, and far more energetic. He devoured her then as if his tongue were everywhere on her kitty at the same time.

She opened her eyes to see Cowboy tossing his shirt to the side. His jeans were already down, he was hard, dripping, and ready to have her now. Viking was nodding at the younger man, with an intensely fascinated look. Before she closed her eyes to give herself to him, she saw Cowboys eyes on fire, that look imprinted in her mind as she felt her legs still on his shoulders come up higher, higher, then.

She knew what was going to happen, but no way could she ever be totally prepared. He drove in her, his whole length, first push. That electricity pulsed through her again. Her hands found his shoulders, and she held on. He drove her deep and fast. He was incredibly fast, as if he was fucking her three hard cocks, all in a different motion. Again he was everywhere inside her at once. The head of his cock pulling pushing teasing, He never had a lady who could take all he had to offer, his dreams of how an MILF were all true. She was not going to tell him “too rough slow down.” So he let himself go, completely being a part of her. She felt his muscles tightening. She knew she was ready to explode. He grunted loud, as his cock pulsed, and twitched, bringing her off, all she could see was brilliant kaleidoscope of colors. She thought somewhere a she heard woman was screaming in passion. He felt himself empty so hard, he is certain he came twice in a row.

Cowboy gave her an exhausted sweaty, deep and sexy kiss, and then basically flopped himself on the other limo seat, still gasping for air. She then turned an intense hungry stare at Viking, who was undressed and stroking his hard cock. She went to her knee, crawled to him, held that cock to her mouth, and looked up giving him a devilish grin. Then took that cock into her mouth as deep as she could. Putting her hand at the base of his manhood, she used a stroking and twisting motion, while working his cock with her mouth. She made the fit even tighter by using her tongue under his shaft. He gasped, rolled his eyes, as his mystery lover gave him oral delights like he never experienced before, and probably never will again. He was in heaven as she used her fingernails to massage his balls in the same rhythm of her other hand and lips. As his head spun, he had to decide how he wanted her. Let her take him over the edge with her talented mouth, or know her full essence and experience her woman hood. All night he waited, patiently, graciously to ravish this sexy mystery woman, now she was his to enjoy.

Dammit he wanted to fuck her, God how he wanted to fuck her. He gently took her hair, and carefully guided her head away from his cock. She looked up at him shocked, she was lost in him, assuming she was going to taste him. “On your knees babe.” She felt her heart race again, as she felt the polite man turn caveman, she felt it in his voice. She bent over the car seat, knees on the floor. She looked back at him, he looked like a wild man, and nothing but lust filled his once pleasant face. She knew she was his for the taking, and was not wanting it any other way. She arched her ass up high to take him all the way in. A hand rubbed her ass, then rested on her hip, then she felt his cock head. Her swollen pussy still stretched as he pushed in. Slowly he filled her up, his solid cock head pushing as far as she could take. Her eyes rolled again as she experienced his full masculine power.

Both his hands now on her hips, holding her in place. She felt his stomach muscles tightening as he thrust her. She felt herself lifting with each thrust, as he used his raw strength to take her. Unlike Cowboy who was fast and energetic, Viking used slow, deep, and powerful thrusts. Her mind focused on each thrust, her grunts and cries met his, as she rocked her body to meet his. She felt his cock slide almost all the way out then back in, as if he was entering for the first time with each thrust. His body tensing, as he thrust into her pulling her hips to him making sure she got it as deep as he could go. “So tight” he whispered. “Fuck me” was all she could reply, as she came as he thrust into her once again. For the third time tonight time stood still as she took this powerful, intelligent sexy man. He was rock solid inside her, and she felt him starting to reach his peak. God how she needed him to come, “give it to me,” she panted, “cum in me.” Three sudden harder than before thrusts slammed into her. Those last thrusts hurt so pleasantly, then his body shook. His balls throbbed as he emptied himself in her. He kept shooting, and shooting, finally lifting her up off her knees as the last of his climax became hers.

After laying in a daze for a few minutes, everyone got dressed in silence. Everyone so happy to have experienced this, but sad it was over. Viking pressed the limo intercom and told the driver to take the lady back to her hotel. She forgot she was in a moving car the whole time.

The limo reached its destination. She leaned over as kissed Cowboy good buy, telling him not to break too many hearts. Viking got out before them when the driver opened the door, she gave him a deep kiss, and a quick embrace. “You take care ok.” “You too babe.” As he returned to limo, the driver closed the door. She watched the limo disappear down the street. She walked into the hotel, took the elevator to her floor.

As she swiped her key card, and opened the door, she saw her husband. He was calmly watching television. He turns to her all wide-eyed and innocent, and asks, “Do anything fun tonight?” She felt the words hit her just as if he threw something. As all those sensations of the night flashed through her head, she could not decide if she wanted to throw something at him in anger, drop to her knees in tears and proclaim her love for him, or throw him down and fuck him till he could not walk.

Electing to do all three, she shuts off the television, lifts off her dress in one motion, and tosses it at him. As she saunters her freshly ravish body towards him, sits in his lap and says in a deep sexy voice, “ Have I got a horny details for you! God do I ever, damn it need you now!”

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