I’ve written several times before about KK’s some of KK’s positive sexual “triggers,” one of them being hotel/motel stays. This is a topic KK and I’ve discussed at length, in many contexts, including pillow-talk, fantasy role-play, and follow-up.
I discovered this trigger about three years after KK and I got married, following the birth of our first child. KK had developed a severe case of the “mommy blues” around the time of that child’s first birthday. A combination of stress, fatigue, the demands of balancing parenting, work and married life were contributors.
I took note of the situation, arranging an overnight babysitting event with my mom, staying at our house with the kid, to allow KK and me to have an evening out, uninterrupted - dinner, a movie, an overnight stay in a hotel. The latter would afford us an opportunity to reconnect, sleep, a pressure-relief valve from worries about being awakened by the infant-turning-toddler demands.
We skipped the movie entirely, there was very little sleeping. I had no idea in the moment what was happening, or fueling KK’s fire, but she was lit from the moment we checked into the hotel. We barely got through dinner, with KK fidgeting, anxious, clearly aroused and horny. We barely made it through the door of the hotel room, stripping off clothing, crashing on the bed, followed by hours of frenzied sucking, fucking, making out, napping, then repeating it all, until we were both exhausted. We ended up nearly sleeping through check-out time we were so spent.
Both of us paid a bit of a price the day after our hotel romp, exhausted from the marathon fucking, sleep deprived, we had to do the day-to-day stuff despite our fatigue.
At first, I figured the event was sort of a one-off thing. Out of the blue, about three months later, KK suggested, or more accurately begged for me to set up another overnight “hotel date.” It ultimately became a pretty regular thing for us, generally following the same pattern. We satisfied our appetite at dinner, and then in the hotel bed, sexually focused.
I noticed several things during these outings: KK was always sexually charged, almost in overdrive. Her inhibition level dropped to pretty close to zero; she was open to pretty much anything a man and woman could do together, from vanilla sex to kink and exploratory play. KK would also go out of her way to dress sexy, bring along lingerie, from stockings and heels to more exotic bedroom attire. I’d photographed her in various states of undress before, even from the time we were dating (the Polaroid era), however during hotel romps she sometimes demanded that I photograph her, either in solo poses, nude, masturbating, exhibiting herself, to shots of me in her mouth, hands, pussy, ass, or kinky shit like masturbating and cumming on her heels, toes, and such.
Every time I probed her, post-date, on why she got so horny and turned on, KK would avoid a direct, detailed answer, becoming diversionary. For years, the clearest answer I got was that the hotel/motel stay allowed her to experience feelings of being free, in another place, another scene, far away from the day-to-day.
Of course, I exploited the trigger, at least as much as I was able to understand what was going on, to my own ends. My early attempts at auto-suggestion, exploiting the hotel/motel trigger began before we went down the hot wife road, when we were in our mid-thirties. In context, my muted efforts, encouraging KK to have sex with other men was continuous since we got married. Primarily a campaign of pillow-talk, role-play, and fantasy talk during sex, I was steadily concocting scenarios to encourage KK in fulfilling my desire.
In that span of time, KK was traveling regularly on business. Her profession as a commercial photographer afforded her that opportunity. She had a three-year, steady contract with a major fashion brand. Part of KK's business involved monthly travel, visiting the headquarters studio operation for routine shoots - typically KK departed on a Monday morning, returning home late the following Friday. It was routine, predictable, at least that part of it.
Other travel needs often arose, a location shoot somewhere. These were less predictable, often a source of friction as KK and I tried to juggle our schedules to accommodate. In the sense that I was immersed in this effort, balancing professional lives, family needs, etc., there was a subtle shift over time - it was late in the game when I finally noticed it. The routine trips turned less routine, in that sometimes KK would leave on Sunday, ostensibly to make an an early Monday session, or return late Saturday, or mid-day Sunday, to accommodate a late meeting or shoot on a Friday or Saturday. The impromptu trips became more frequent as well - all "red flags" that I failed to note early on. The travel, and associated hotel stays became cover for KK in affording her opportunity to cheat.
As part of the routine, KK and I always had a "sex date," usually before she departed on a trip, as well as after she returned - sort of a sexual reunion. The hotel/motel trigger was something that I often leveraged in our pillow-talk, either before or after her trip. On the front end, it was me deriving fantasies about KK picking up a stranger in the hotel bar, bringing him back to her hotel room, then fucking him senseless, things of that nature. On the return, reunion, it was probing questions, endless suggestions and implications the she might've had sex with another man; a colleague, a client, a model, anyone. KK's response to these pillow-talk sessions were always favorable - smashing orgasms, dirty talk, uninhibited sex, imaging the scenarios I whispered in KKs' ear.
Those sessions however were always followed by, "It'll never happen baby. Never..."
Sometimes those admonitions were a little too firm, quirky, more like KK was trying to convince herself than me. Often, KK would blurt out during private conversation, questions like, "You'd really like to see me suck another guy's cock?" "You actually think about another guy having his dick inside me, cumming in me? God!"
In parallel with my pillow-talk seduction, I fabricated an imaginary lover for KK, "Brad." He was a construct; a colleague, someone KK was attracted to, a mutual attraction. "Brad" was accessible, sometimes traveling with KK on business, other times available to meet her for a drink, an afternoon motel quickie, that sort of thing. "Brad" was also a foil, an enabler. In that fantasy construct, KK was sometimes submissive to "Brad." He "made her" do things, dirty, nasty things, things that were beyond her control - "Brad" was an imaginary, psychological manipulator that gave KK an excuse to engage in taboo behaviors; group sex, gang-bangs, lesbian encounters, you name it - because it wasn't KK's idea, instead it was "Brad's," KK could enjoy any act without the remorse of "wanting it" herself.
I acquired a realistic dildo, a tool for manifesting "Brad" during sex. I often fucked KK with the "Brad" dildo, using it in combination with my own cock, or her favorite vibrator, a Pocket Rocket. One of KK's favorites in that era was to have me on my back, lubricated, my cock buried in her ass - she was atop me, on her back with my hard, throbbing dick shoved in her tight back door. With one hand, I used "Brad" in her sopping pussy, that dildo a piston, rhythmically thrusting inside her, while with the other hand I buzzed her erect clit with the Pocket Rocket. Throughout those sessions, I whispered in KK's ear, my hot breath, "Imagine Brad and his friend are fucking you this way baby. Think about their hard cocks in your sweet wet pussy, your tight dirty ass..."
Those sessions would leave KK breathless, trembling, a sweaty, shaking mess, curled in a fetal position on the bed. The best of those combined a little drinking and a little good pot - we would get pleasantly drunk and stoned, uninhibited, I would fuck KK senseless with the imaginary "Brad" dildo, tormenting her with sordid tales of debauchery, in which she was the star.
This continued for a while - months in fact. The preamble, and reunion sex between KK and I intensified. She became a more active participant in the sessions, contributing fantasies of her own, suggesting various positions, techniques, an enthusiastic co-participant.
About a year into the contract, after months of suspicion, I confirmed KKs’ hotel/travel cheating by accident. Sparing the details, KK’s infidelity during travel continued over the three-years her contract was active. I never confronted her directly, although the more I discovered, the more I used those discoveries to try and “break her open,” vis having sex openly with other men, and involving me. It never worked…
Eventually, during our transition to the hot wife thing, as part of couples therapy and counseling, KK confessed the whole three-year saga to me - not all at once, but in dribs and drabs over many “Confessional Sessions.” We talked about the source of the hotel/motel trigger, which had two primary early life components for KK.
One of them is too personal to detail, and in terms of the trigger events, it turns out to be the less significant driver. The other component of the hotel/motel trigger was rooted in an affair KK had with a married man, a pastor at her church.
In a nutshell, KK was involved in a very kinky relationship with Pastor Jim - they never had penetrating vaginal sex, for fear of pregnancy, but the two of them did enjoy mutual masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, and a variety of kinks that amounted to cock and ball bondage, which KK admitted to practicing on Pastor Jim.
Their usual venue was in the church’s cargo van, in a deserted parking spot. Every once in a while, Pastor Jim had “extra cash,” which he used to rent a cheap motel room on the outskirts of town. This motel would become a fairly routine spot where Pastor Jim splurged money, attention, and booze on KK, their little love nest.
In a sense, the “ritual” of sex in that cheap motel room with Pastor Jim became sort of Pavlovian, something KK looked forward to, something she enjoyed. The privacy of the motel room, different from risky sex in the church van was part of the emotional aspect. The combination of kinky sex and booze was another element. Thus, the hotel/motel trigger manifest itself as part of KK’s sexual/emotional fabric.
These days, hotel/motel stays are a regular part of our sex life, a key element in our hot wife adventure. Part of the charm, from my perspective, is the notion of taking my hot, gorgeous wife for a hotel/motel encounter, the sole objective to provide an environment for KK to have sex with another man, or men. The thrill of taking your wife to a cheap motel to get fucked by another guy is unique.
We have one local “goto” spot, a sort of kitschy, campy ‘60s era drive up motel, on the outskirts of town. It’s been there since I was a kid, now renovated. It is a venue KK and I “scouted” together - convenient to a dive bar we like, and use to find targets of opportunity for KK. It’s off the beaten path, so we’re less likely to be discovered or outed. It’s clean, safe, and inexpensive. We like the drive-up aspect for many reasons; no lobby for our encounter partner to navigate, and it gives us a venue to exploit various forms of our exhibition kink, without attracting law enforcement action.
I can park in front of the room, stay in the vehicle, watching KK enjoying one or more hard cocks, the drapes of the room open, with me peering through the glass via a camera and telephoto lens, binoculars, or just watching from a distance. Then there’s the thrill of being in the room, drapes partially drawn, sometimes fully open, while we’re all enjoying sex with my wife, with the possibility of passers by getting an eyeful, perhaps even stopping for an extended period of time to watch the action.
KK’s frequented this little no-tell motel several times on her own, rendezvousing with her boyfriend Andy for an afternoon delight session. It’s convenient when they feel the need for immediacy and privacy, less time driving, more time fucking.
Another of our favorite venues is an extended stay hotel near the airport. This facility has also been renovated several times in its history. It started life as either condominiums or apartments - I’m not sure which. At some point the property was acquired, and converted into an extended stay facility.
This is another location KK and I scouted together. We like its proximity to the airport, convenient for encounters with traveling men, etc. Similar to our favorite no-tell motel, it’s also drive-up. The ability to have men come and go to enjoy KK’s charms, without interference or scrutiny from hotel staff and guests is a positive.
We also like the arrangement of the two-room suites. They occupy corners of some of the facility’s buildings. These layouts are ideal for hot wife/cuckold encounters for several reasons. The general floor plan includes a downstairs with a den/sitting area, dining area, kitchen, and adjoining bedroom/bathroom. The den/sitting, dining, and bedroom have large glass patio doors that look out onto a privacy-fenced patio. The upstairs is a loft-style bedroom, open to the downstairs.
The layout is ideal for a voyeur style encounter, and for exhibitionist play. I can sit on the patio, looking in through either the closed, or open patio doors, watching and listening to KK fucking another man, or men. Similarly, the loft is an ideal location for voyeur play, with me out of the way, out of sight, looking down, “gods-eye” style on the action.
If KK’s “in a mood,” she can isolate me to the kitchen. If the actions in the den/sitting area, I can still see and hear, otherwise I’m relegated to just listening, while she occupies the bedroom or loft with a guest - no view from the kitchen…
For road trip fun, I’d be remiss if I neglected to mention the well-known U.S. motel chain, Days Inn. This is another of our “go to” venues when we’re traveling by car. These venues are inexpensive, usually easy to book on an impromptu basis, without a reservation, and ubiquitous. Most of them are clean, safe, and reasonably well managed. Their renovation state is varied, sometimes a negative.
The Days Inn has been an often used encounter venue for us. As one example, KK and I were on a road-trip. We were behind our planned schedule, unable to make it to the destination we’d intended for overnighting.
Luckily we managed to find a room at a Days Inn - it was near 10:00pm when we checked in. Both KK and I were tired from a lot of driving, needing to unwind. Suggesting what I thought would unlikely be acted on, I asked KK if we could take a soak in the jacuzzi.
She balked a little, initially using the excuse that we neither one had swimsuits to avoid humoring me. I retorted that the place seemed abandoned, that she could go in wearing her panties and a T-shirt, that I could wear a pair of boxers - no one would be the wiser, and since the pool area was vacant, nobody would be there to care or notice.
To my delight, KK acceded. We changed as agreed, KK in a little pair of cotton bikini panties and one of my T-shirts, me in a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts. I grabbed towels from the bathroom, and we went for a soak.
At first it was just the two of us in the hot tub, jets running full blast. The hot water felt great after a long day of driving, and it was pretty sexy, sort of risky feeling that we were both basically wearing next to nothing, just our underwear in a public setting. The T-shirt was soaked, leaving KK’s ample boobs clearly outlined, nipples poking out, leaving little to the imagination. My cock had already “sneaked” out of the fly of my boxers a couple of times, which I strategically allowed to brush against KK’s bare thigh.
After about 15-minutes of soaking, three older gentleman showed up in the pool area. As they approached, KK slid next to me on the bench, snuggling a little to expose less of herself. One of the three guys asked if we minded if they joined us in the hot tub. Before I could say anything, KK gestured, inviting them in with a “Sure, why not…”
With five of us in the tub, things were pretty cozy. Lots of thigh brushing, toe contact, and such as we were moving around to share the tub’s jets. One of the three guys was intermittently trying to cop a feel, “on accident” rubbing his knee against KK’s thigh, brushing a hand against her arm and the like - not even really coy about it. At a point, as we were jockeying around the tub, he ended up seated next to KK on the bench, his arm out of tub, on the rim, sort of “around” KK’s shoulders, touching, but not quite touching if that makes sense. I could tell KK was enjoying the attention, becoming aroused.
After another five minutes or so, two of the three made their exit from the tub, excusing themselves politely. That left “handsy guy” with KK and me alone in the tub. As soon as the two gents were out of sight, KK was getting busy. I could see through the bubbly water her hand make its way to the guy’s crotch, rubbing his cock through the material of his trunks.
The two of them fooled around, soaking in the hot tub, while I watched, stroking my cock under the bubbles, taking in the scene. Things got carried away, when KK positioned the guy up on the ledge of the tub, exposing his big meat, taking him into her greedy mouth. It was certainly hot, seeing KK emboldened, aroused enough to blow this stranger in public - I let her go for a few minutes, watching her slobber over, licking his fat cock, then I suggested it would be best to take the action back to our motel room. Neither of them argued.
Back in the room, none of us bothered to towel off. KK stripped out of her wet panties and T-shirt, flopped on the bed, the two of us joining her for some hot, spontaneous fucking and sucking. The guy only stayed about an hour, but managed to cum twice in KK during the romp - he told us he’d over-stayed his hall pass, and needed to get back to his wife.
We’ve had probably a dozen spontaneous encounters at Days Inn locations throughout the country. They’ve ranged from one-on-one nights, like the hot tub encounter, to KK pulling a train, with me “feeding” willing men into the event, escorting them to our room, one at a time to enjoy KK’s mouth, pussy, or ass. One memorable Days Inn experiment involved displaying/exposing KK to random men. I had her blindfolded, nude, and masturbating on the bed, while I stood in the room’s doorway, holding the door open for various men who passed down the hallway. Some just looked, others came in for a jerk-off session, some copping a feel of KK’s tits or pussy, a few others got a hot, sloppy blowjob, and a couple of the more adventurous, randy souls used her pussy.
Higher end hotel venues we’ve enjoyed include many of the Marriott resort hotels, several Las Vegas casino hotels, including the Venetian, as just one example, along with several of the ‘W’ properties. They’re upscale, expensive, classy, offering target rich environments for KK to pick up encounter partners. The down side is more stringent hotel security, and because they’re more mainstream, the chances of running into a business associate, acquaintance or someone from vanilla life is higher.
A recent favorite is in the mid-range, a Marriott property, operated as SpringHill Suites. The ‘king suite’ is an ideal encounter space. The room layout is ideal for a hot wife encounter, gang-bang, or similar sex-fest.
The king suite layout divides the suite roughly in half. The hallway half has a sofa against the wall. There is a low, frosted glass divider that integrates a desk/work space opposite that, arranged such that the person seated at the desk is looking toward the other half of the room, through the divider, at the king bed on the window side of the room. The bathroom is usually two alcoves, one containing the toilet and sometimes a small hand-sink, the other containing a low-threshold shower and vanity/sink.
This layout is awesome for husbands who like to watch. The divider offers a sense of privacy to one’s naughty, hot wife, especially if the husband is seated, looking at the action, partially obscured by the frosted glass, but able to hear every grunt, groan, moan and delicious wet squish. The suites are also great for wet sex, as the showers are ADA compliant, easily accommodating three people in the stall.
There are a few of these relatively close to some larger military bases. It is pretty straight forward to find a virile, disciplined, attractive man, or men from this pool of candidates, ready and willing to pleasure KK. Our most recent SpringHill Suites encounter spanned two nights. KK was sexually supercharged by the whole event. The first night I was relegated to just watching, remaining out of the way behind the frosted glass divider. KK and her pleasure partner spent nearly four hours in the other half of the suite, enjoying the use of the king bed, the shower, and the sense of privacy.
The second night I was invited to participate in an MFM session with KK and a fit, younger master sergeant. The shower action was purely amazing. The two of us enjoyed lathering KK’s nude, slick, wet body with gel, lotion, lots of cock rubbing, with her pressed against the wall of shower stall, while one or the other of us humped her from behind.
I’ve lost track of the number of hotel/motel encounters KK and I’ve enjoyed together. The number of times KK’s been solo, while traveling or quickie-fucking another guy in a hotel/motel setting is similarly beyond my count. In the general sense, we prefer using hotels and motels when we can for most encounters. The trigger, combined with the anonymity and other factors make hotel/motel fucking just juicy hot...
Hot Wives, Hotels, and Motels
Re: Hot Wives, Hotels, and Motels
That's so hot! Any more?