Our Hotwives

I was sitting in the hotel bar waiting for my “date” to arrive. I am really fond of this hotel and have used it several times in the past for rendevous with a few of my friends. Rachael the bartender is a strikingly beautiful girl with green eyes and long auburn hair, and over the last year or so we have talked either while I waited or after my “date” arrived. It was around 10:30 when I arrived and I sat at the bar and ordered a drink even though I had already had a couple while I prepared myself for the evening. I was wearing a stretchy black dress with a plunging neck line, and neither bra nor panties. The bar was almost empty except for four guys at one end of the bar and I could feel their eyes on me as I made my way to the far end. When Rachael served me my drink she stayed and during our conversation it became obvious that she had been flirting with these guys. I was somewhat shocked when she asked me which one of my lovers I was waiting for and I asked her what she meant. “Well, every time I see you you’re with a different guy and it is pretty obvious that he is not your husband.”

I had no idea that she was that observant. “Well” I stammered, “you see ... we have this ... ah.” “Hold that thought, the guys want something and I really want to hear this.” and Rachael moved down to the other end of the bar. I was still struggling with how much I wanted to disclose when she returned. Putting on my best hussy face and attitude, “What do you want to know?” I asked. “Everything” This kinda of took me by surprise because I had hoped to embarrass her into backing down. “Let’s start with who you are waiting for, is he one of the guys you have been here with before?” Before I knew what I was saying, “No, he is this really hot ...” Busted again. How had I let Rachael take control of this conversation like this? “... young guy I met.” “What does he do?” “He has a part time job while he is back in school” And then the flood gates just opened up and I described in vague detail how he reminded me of my husband and how he made my toes curl.

“So what did you tell your husband you were doing tonight?” “I told him exactly what I intend to do.” The look on Rachael’s face told me I now had the upper hand. “You did? What did he say?” I proceeded to explain our relationship and it was more than obvious that she was excited. We were so into our conversation that I did not realize that one of the guys had moved down the bar and apparently heard some if not all of my explanation of my sexual activities, and, between he and Rachael I had two total strangers literally panting. I was back in control and excused myself to go to the restroom, again feeling like I was being undressed as I walked across the bar. I love that feeling and it was having an effect on me as well as I felt the cool air on what had become a very wet spot.

to be continued ...

Bro... Excellent story! I'm sure mrs. will enjoy this story

Those curled toes warrants more … but Mrs. Reese has to pay the piper with more pictures

“What in the world am I doing?” I asked myself when I got into the ladies room realizing that I had literally strutted across the bar inviting their gaze. I was really feeling like I had absolute control and was plotting the boys’ torture when my phone rang. It was D and he was calling to cancel. I pretended to be pissed and gave him a hard time but realized that I was now fully engaged in this new game and was free to play out the situation. I really wanted to exert total control over these guys and make them squirm and beg. “Damn, am I a bitch or what?”

I felt so wanton, I ran my hands down by thighs and back up across my stomach before I gave myself a little rub, just because, and went through the door like I owned the damn place and everyone in it.

Sexy!

As I expected, Rachael and the four men were in a pod when I came out, obviously discussing what they heard and what they thought they heard. I sauntered up to them with long slow undulating strides like a model on the runway. When I slid back on the barstool I made sure to show as much leg as possible as I crossed them and locked my foot behind my calf while thrusting out my chest to give the boys a full view of my breast. I could feel my nipples against the material of my dress when I started the introductions.

Tommy was the obvious alpha being nearly six foot with a broad chest dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He took the lead introducing Jeremy a slight blond with an engaging smile, Bill, who looked Mediterranean with jet black curls and eyes and Louis who was a pale skinned black man with shoulder length dreds, and huge hands,

I was in my element and began the process of giving them just enough attention to make them anxious.

“Rachael says that you have a pretty open relationship?” Tommy said. “Rachael!” I said with obviously fake embarrassment. “ I told them a little but they wanted to wait and hear it from you.” Rachael replied as she put another glass of wine in front of me. “Ok, what would you like to know?” "Does your husband really know that you are out like this?” Bill said. “Yes.” “That’s bullshit, you’re just stringing us along.” “No, really, not only does he know, sometimes I even let him watch,… but only if he behaves. “

Louis then spoke for the first time, and his deep voice really got my attention. “What do you mean if he behaves, I would never let my wife treat me that way.” That settled it, Louis had laid down a challenge and I was more than up for it.

“Well, if you ever got a taste of this you might feel differently” I said as I turned my back to engage Bill and changed the topic completely. After a while Louis tried to reengage me on the question but I continued to ignore him in favor of the others with the obvious and intended result.

In fact, I turned my attentions to Rachael to further increase their anxiety, but she was very interested in Tommy, so I joined in their conversation to the exclusion of the others. “Do you ever let your husband participate?” Tommy finally asked after a while. “Yes, but it depends on a lot of things.” “ Mostly, I let him watch and then make him clean me up when my lover is finished” Rachael probably had the most shocked expression out of everyone. “ That is so horny, you mean he eats you out after another man has cum inside you?” “Un hunh.” I said biting my lip like a teenager. This brought roars of various exclamations of incredulity.

“Prove it.” Louis finally said, “get him over here right now.” “For what Louis? You wanna watch?” I did not know where the hell was I going with this but the slope was getting more and more slippery. “No, but I bet you would sing a different song if he was here, you’re nothing but a tease.”

A tease, nothing but a tease; the words hung in the air like a morning fog. Louis had turnd the tables on me and taken control and the tigress had to recover. “ Call him, I dare you.” “Maybe I do want to watch, let’s see if he would eat you after you’ve been bent over the back of the booth.”

Damn, he doubled down on me. “Oh, I’d call him, but what for? I haven’t seen anything here I would bother him with.” Touché, now the boys were back on the defensive. “Maybe if I knew you were man enough I would, but I haven’t seen anything yet.” It was the ultimate challenge, had I made these guys squirm enough to show themselves? The maneater was demanding that they submit …

“Rachael, close the bar.” Tommy said and I nearly fainted ……

This story is actually commissioned by Mrs. Reese, who has graciously given me poetic license to draw from her years of stories to paint a picture of her sexuality.

Some of these concepts are her own admissions, but most are my interpretation of the fire that burns within this special lady.

If you enjoy this please let her know...

... and tell her to post more pictures

Very enjoyable reading...especially since its about my hotwife.

Rachael moved to the door . Again with false bravado, “Well this will be fun, let see what toys we have here.” I said as I raked my nails along the obvious bulge in Tommy’s pants. I moved on to Jeremy and took him by the hand leading him to the roung booth at the edge of the dance floor, “You’ve been quite I purred.” The others followed like sheep.
“So call your husband,” Louis said. “We don’t need him.” I shot back, thying to maintain the control I I thought I had over the others. “I agree with Louis, I want to see what you do when he is here.” It was Rachael’s voice and the shock on my face must have been obvious. I had no choice so I made the call. “Tell him to call when he gets here and I’ll let him in.” Rachael said as she took my phone.
“Where were we?” I said knowing that these four would not allow me to take this where I was going. I continued to encourage Jeremy to show me himself. He blushed as I rubbed him, but Bill had no problem and offered me a full view of himself, I was not disappointed, either in his cock or the fact that the first crack in their collective defense had been broken. It wasn’t long before they had pulled the table from in front of the booth giving me full access to themselves.
I gave each a full inspection which included at least a lick or kiss and sank to my knees in front of Jeremy who was the smallest of the group, but eventually everyone got a turn. “Hey babe” brought me back to reality as I realized my husband had arrived. “The wanted you to enjoy this show.” I replied and jumped up to give him a deep kiss knowing that my mouth had just been fully engaged with Jeremy’s cock. This pretty much sent the desired message.
The ensuing conversation confirmed my stats as a hotwife but the boys carefully avoided discussing the cuckold aspect. “Well then,” Tommy said, “I would really like to fuck your wife.” As though I was not present. My anticipation was electric; Tommy was impressive and I was eager to have him inside me, but I was losing control of the situation. “What if I want Bill instead?”
The answer came when Tommy took me by the hand and lead me to the booth where he held my head in his hands and kissed me. I was drifting into my zone where I am only vaguely aware of my surroundings. The ache in my loins was overwhelming as I pushed myself into Tommy’s embrace only to realize that I was now naked. In one motion he had lifited my dress over my head and my arms had instinctively complied. I could feel their eyes on me and it felt glorious standing in front of everyone in nothing but heels and pearls.
Tommy pushed me onto the booth and teased me with his head, parting me but never fully entering me. I could not keep my hand away from myself as I squirmed back, trying to force him in. I came in a rush that made me arch my back and he sank into me at the height of my thrust. I was panting like I was in heat and we screamed in unison as he lost himself inside of me.
The whole moment evaporated when Louis said, “Well we know you’re a slut but now is the time to show us how you treat your man.” What a bitch I am, I jumped up and pulled my dazed husband onto the booth and unceremoniously sat on his face, feeling Tommy dripping from my swollen lips.
A pair of soft hands came to rest on my shoulders pushing me forward and I felt Rachael’s ample breast brush against my ass as she replaced me on my husband’s face. “Your turn to watch” I heard Louis say as he and the others removed me from the booth.