Our Hotwives

The meeting at the dockside bar had gone well and piqued everyone’s interest. You had left a breathy message on my private line with specific instructions on coming to a motel. You left a key and I proceeded to the room and let myself in. You were there, bent over the bed, your red thong clad ass high in the air. Your black “f--k me boots” showing me the way to future passion.
He was there also. You had prepared him, naked and tied to a straight back chair, across the room where he could watch but not partake of the passion we were about to experience. Even though this is your party I have a few surprises for you. You turn to look at me but I have a blindfold for you. You are game for what I bring. From behind you I stroke up and down your legs stopping before I reach you love triangle. Now I run my hands along your panty line from hips to crotch, along your great ass and back down along your crack pressing the silken fabric between the folds. You are starting to move to my touch, your juices are starting to flow. I reach up and around and stroke your whole body from shoulder to hips, lingering over you r nipples and breasts as they fill my hands. I trace a line of kisses down your neck, along your spine down to the crack between your cheeks. I slowly roll your thong down, savoring your aroma as I proceed.
Across the room I can hear whimpering from your man, the show getting to him. Shall I deal with him or let you. It is too early for me subjugate him, but you command him “SILENCE!”
My tongue is coming down your ass; my hands are coming up you thighs. They meet at your lips where I part them and lap at your juices with my probing tongue.
You squeal with delight and thrust your pussy into my face. I pull away for I have other plans for you. Blindfolded I lead you around to the other side of the bed closer to your man, so he can better see what I am going to do to you. I lay you down on your back with your feet and knees up. Your pussy is at the edge of the mattress for easy access. I have brought a bag of toys. I heard you like to play.
Do you?

Lovely little story!

I'd love to read more about "the little dockside bar" - sounds like a place I'd like to take my wife one summer evening!

So you like to play with toys. Well I have didoes, big and small, light and black, soft and firm. phallics that glow in the dark, plastic pricks that vibrate with one, two or three speeds, two or more heads, nipple clamps, ankle restraints all manner of toys, not to mention my Louisville Slugger. That is all well and good but no substitute for a skilled hand, a quick tongue and the good old in and out.

But I have something for you, a cucumber. Not just your average garden variety cuke, but a King of the Cukes. I know a market where they always have a wonderfully erotic section of produce, juicy melons, tantalizing bananas and always the biggest and knobbiest cucumbers.

Twelve inches long and twelve around with just the slightest curve to it, this wasn’t destined for sandwiches.

But I digress, you , your hubby waiting, in distress. You, on your back your feet up, your knees spread for your husband to see just feet away. Your pussy is so wet from our previous play, there is no need for the K-Y. I run the gourd along your slit to bathe it in your juices. The cold skin sends shivers up your spine as it passes over your clit. You pull back at first but as it warms from your heat you try to embrace, trying to force it between your lips.

“Not yet sweetie. I don’t think we are all quite ready yet”

I hear heavy breathing behind my back and remember your husband bound there, a captive observer to our play.

“Here, see if you remember this aroma?” as I pass the vegetable under his nose.

He inhales deeply and I see his cock start to rise.

“Good, we are all having fun!” as I return to your waiting pussy.

Now I begin full strokes up along your slit and then back down teasing your ass, spreading your juices as I go. The more I stroke the wetter you get, the wetter the cuke gets.

So wet, you so hot, squirming. I know I have been teasing but you can’t rush the chef.

I spread your lips with my fingers and place my toy right at the opening of your sex and gently move it just a little in a little out, a little to the left and a twist, not penetrating you completely, but getting you to match my rhythm to appreciate the slow easy stretching.

I hear little gasps escape from your throat and soft moans coming from over my shoulder.

“Hmm! Him again!”

I turn,”Would you like a taste?” and offer him the cucumber once more. This time he licks it like a kid with an ice cream cone.

“Hey, what about me?”

“I’am sorry dear!” and with that plunge the cucumber up into your eager cunt!

“Oh fuck!” the cry escapes between your clenched teeth.

“Hold this for me dear for a minute.” As I go for my bag and retrieve a condom.

You don’t seem to mind my absence and take advantage of your control over the vegetable while I unroll the Trojan on my cock.

“Okay give it back to daddy little girl!”

“But I want it, so bad!” as you hand it over.

I am close to the bed now and I have you legs high in the air for easy access. Again I am stroking you from the crack of your ass to the tip of your clit, hitting you with shallow penetrations every other stroke or so with our toy. You try to meet the thrusts but you can never tell when they will come. You are so slick from your cunt to yours thighs all the way up the crack of your derriere, just what I wanted. Now as I plunge the green toy into your cunt I easy my prick into your ass. At first touch you squeal and flinch but then you adjust, relaxing, enjoying meeting me thrust for thrust. As I feel your pleasure and comfort grow I go deeper with my cock, with my cuke, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster. We are in sync, our breathing our thrashing , our passion. And then the flood gates open and you hit your climax. I feel your anus spasm around my penis as the contractions of orgasm sweep through your body. I keep pump as to draw out your pleasure for I get mine watching you get yours. And finally I see the waves subside, your breathing eases and there is a tiny bead of perspiration on your forehead. I withdrew from your dripping love nest, lowered your legs and gave you a long deep kiss.

“Was it good for you? Did you come?”

“It was and I will! Turn over.”

You do as you are told and present me with a wonderful view of the delicious derriere. I remove my condom and my cuke and my cock trade places.

“Ohh fuuck!” you moan as animal and vegetable DP you again. This time there is no tease, no short little in and out. This is fucking loud and clear. The slapping of my hips against your ass. You have taken hold of the cucumber now as I have grabbed hold of your hips to control my target. Again and again thrust, withdraw thrust , grind, grunting as the animal passion surges through me. I hear myself, I hear you ,Oh god, I hear the slapping of flesh against flesh, I hear a faint panting behind me.

“Oh fuck I am cumming!” This time it’s me as I withdraw in time to unload on your ass.

You, did you come again? I think so the sheets are soaked, my prick is soaked the cucumber is soaked. Your husband? Shit, he’s still there. Shall we allow him to partake of your pleasure? Maybe he can clean you up with his tongue? Maybe he can clean me up?

It’s up to you!