Pre-Dinner Meal

My boyfriend, Nick, and I have been dating about a year and he is getting tired of going out on Friday nights. He says we don't need to go out as much at this stage of the relationship as we did at the beginning. I disagree. I love to dance and look forward to going out dancing on Friday nights after a long week at work. Saturday nights we usually go out with friends, so Friday is our night.

For the past few weeks, we met after work for dinner and had our usual plans to go dancing but towards the end of dinner, Nick would start kissing my ears, rubbing my back, sliding his hand up my inner thigh and whisper in my ear something like, "I've been thinking about making love to you all day, I can't wait, let's just go home after dinner."

Each time I gave in but was disappointed that "our" night out ended early. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great and I look forward to it but we usually have sex Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday afternoon and since I know we'll have plenty of sex over the weekend, I can wait.

Friday night we were at the restaurant sitting at the bar waiting for our table, watching a baseball game on TV when a beer commercial aired. It was the one with three bikini clad models bouncing up to a guy in a hammock. Nick turned from the TV, and looked into my eyes as he took a long swig of beer from his bottle, looked down the top of my dress and back into my eyes. "This beer is making me horny, Babe, " he said through his full lipped smile.

"No, he's not starting already, " I thought. "What am I going to do? I really want to go dancing."

Just then I got an idea.

I slid off the bar stool and I could feel Nick's growing bulge as I leaned into his body and whispered, "Follow me to the ladies' room."

He kissed my ear. "Oh, Baby, this is hot. No, better yet, follow me to the mens room. If someone hears us in the ladies room she'll get jealous and tell, if someone hears us in the mens room, he'll just get jealous."

I followed Nick to the mens room and when it was clear, I snuck inside, and we ducked into the back stall and locked the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeply and rubbed my ass. I opened his pants and slid my hands down his back and into his waistband and kept sliding pushing his pants down his ass and legs then ran my hands back up his inner thighs. "I can't believe you're doing this for me, " Nick said as he stroked my hair.

At this point, I was squatting on my heels with my dress pulled up around my waist keeping it off the floor.

I ran my hands up and down Nick's thighs and cheeks and massaged his left ball with my tongue. I just moved over to his right ball when I heard the door open. "Baby, don't stop, " Nick whispered as he held my head in his hands. I gave his right ball its turn then wrapped my lips around both balls and sucked.

This caused Nick to emit a deep moan that was heard by the guy who just finished at the urinal and responded with, "Damn, what an ass, I wish I was in there with her."

I realized he must have looked under the stall and saw me squatting in my thong. Knowing we were being watched or at least heard, got me hotter and it seemed to effect Nick the same way. His balls tightened and his cock grew harder. I let out a moan as I started to lick and kiss my way up Nick's hard shaft, cupped his balls and gently pulled them away from his body. I circled his head with my tongue, took it into my mouth and started to ride him. "Baby, I need to get inside you, " Nick said as he lifted me up, kissed me deeply and sucked my tongue before he turned me around and bent me over.

I held onto the wall with one hand and grabbed the toilet tissue holder with the other as Nick flipped my dress up onto my back, pulled my thong to one side and glided into my now soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. He bent over me and pulled on my nipples while he rocked me until he came harder than he had in a long time.

He held me for a moment longer and said, "I still can't believe you did this for me, " and tried to catch his breath.

I realized my panties were too wet to wear and after I stepped out of them, Nick hung them from the hook on the back of the door and we both laughed. We cleaned off and returned to the bar. When I looked at the mirror I noticed a man looking at me with a knowing smile and told Nick I wondered if he was the one who walked in on us. Nick laughed and said proudly, "If he was, he is going to go home and jerk off thinking about you, but I am going to go home with you, RIGHT AFTER DINNER."

RIGHT AFTER DINNER???

So much for my plan to keep Nick out late on Friday nights.

-Submitted by Anonymous

Storm Surge

So that morning, after the roads were cleared, I was only too eager to jump into the car after three days of being cooped up in my apartment with no power. Let me back up: the city had been warned for more than a week that a huge noreaster was going to hit us. So, along with our emergency preparations, Alan decided to book a flight out to San Francisco, a couple of days before the storm to make sure he arrived on time for his company’s convention. This meant I was alone in our Brooklyn apartment for five days.

When the storm hit, power lines were cut off, which meant no computer, no television and at times … no heat. All transportation halted and City Disaster Advisory warned all residents to remain indoors until further notice. Further notice meant three more days, as I crept alone in my apartment in the dark. At times, I tried calling Alan but the lines kept dropping.

So, as soon as the traffic for motorists was green lighted, I - along with what seemed like the whole of New York City - threw open our doors and hopped into our cars, only to flood this one gas station in hopes of filling our tanks. “Potential gas shortage,” the news said.

“Great! That explains this party!”

I mumbled, stifling my irritation from reaching a boiling point, as I watched myself get sucked into a queue that snaked around several blocks, promising a wait that would amount to hours. I was dreaming of the beach, the park, the great outdoors! Instead, after three days of high pitch cabin fever, I found myself, once again “indoors”--that is to say, inside my car in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I turned my engine on; I turned my engine off as I slowly made my way closer to the pump. On. Off. On. Off, as I inched my way half a block in thirty minutes.

“The storm didn’t kill me, but this WILL!” I finally screamed and let out an exhalation so thick, I thought I was going to pass out.

It was 10:45AM but it felt like it was high noon. I was starting to sweat. Am I having an anxiety attack? I thought to myself. Alan is going to come home and find news of his wife asphyxiated in a car waiting to get gas! He will never look at a gas pump the same way again! Then, just at the height of it, I allowed myself to relax and let my mind wander.

Of course it happened in a split second: I failed to turn off my ignition, relaxed my foot off the brake and…

I didn’t even hear the collision--I just felt a thump. And as if time skipped from seconds to minutes, a man’s face popped up against my window motioning for me to roll it down.

No wonder I was so hot, I thought.

“Yes?” I smiled.

It was an out of body experience. I was conversing in this nonchalant, calm, oh-so-cool way, even though my mind was revving to a panic. The man was saying something about slamming into his rear-end…

“Really?” I asked, bordering on a giggle. “I slammed your rear-end?” My arm gesticulated and I noticed his green eyes following the trace of my finger in mid-air, as it landed on my lips, with my teeth brushing my nail slightly.

It charmed like a soft tickle: the corners of his full lips curled upwards, revealing signs of his melting anger.

“O-kay, miss…” his voice softened and he finally smiled.

His face lit up and his olive skin blushed a bit…. It was an odd flushed color on his olive skin, a deeper hue of pink spreading from his cheek to his jaw. It made me look at him more intently. Then I noticed a pinpoint of perspiration roll down his neck.

His skin. His green eyes. A subtle cleft chin. Full lips… Oh my God!...this man was gorgeous. Then, as if he read my mind, I suddenly felt him grip my door handle. His arm came in through my window unlocking and opening my car door. I didn’t say anything but simply relented. He entered my car and slid his hand in and under the steering wheel, groping for the key on my ignition. His body leaned into me, his face inches from mine. I smelled his breath, reminiscent of coffee and peppermint.

“First, turn it off,” he muttered softly.

“Why?” I whispered, staring him in the eye, challenging and inviting him deeper into conversation.

“It might save your life, that’s why.”

I reached for his forearm. “Thanks for saving my life,” I said.

Taking his hand off the ignition, my fingers curled between his, and squeezed his hand against my palm. I don’t know what possessed me, but I felt so natural pulling up my skirt and placing his hand on my inner-thigh, while my tongue found the base of his neck and tasted the salty moisture. It smelled like the ocean. His breath quickened. I felt his excited anticipation. Suddenly, a flush warmed my whole body as if I drank it off of his skin.

I felt a sudden fever with him so close to me. In my little car – we were like two caged animals. Then I felt his fingers trail up towards my groin, ravaging the lining of my thong wet with urgency. I felt a surge as his strong finger penetrated me with a decisive thrust. My breath cut through the air, then paused before it became harried. Slowly at first, but deeper in succession, he played me like a violin to warm me up. I stared at his green eyes; he was watching my face; then he came down with his tongue to wet my lips heavy with his breath.

My hand settled on his chest and moved downwards in search of the buttons on his jeans. Unclasping them, I heard him utter something incomprehensible. I focused on his lips which he bit in excitement. Moving inside his pants, my hand felt the heat of his erection. In a frenzy, my other hand found his back and worked to pry his trousers down as I hurried to unzip him. His hand withdrew from inside me to assist in my efforts. He quickly drew himself out of his clothes and I opened up like a flower as he pulled my hips, almost violently closer to him, hungrily thrusting himself inside me.

He exhaled and moaned unexpectedly.

Meanwhile outside, it was an orchestra of engines turning on and off. On and off. On and off. The noise raved in syncopated rhythm to our bodies drinking each other’s hunger, generating the heat of this mid-morning. His mouth inhaled my breath as his hand clutched my hair to pull my head back; he dove to my neck and bit the lobes of my ear gently. I squealed in orgasmic pleasure.

My mouth opened, vulnerable as the sensations tingled and burned through my system. My tongue curled up, mimicking his motions. Meanwhile, I felt him caress me and I listened to the sound of his muffled pleasure below. His hard penis circled inside me and increased the speed of each thrust. I felt the sea in between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut in ecstasy, feeling him explore my insides.

I was consumed as the speeding echo of his moans in my ear drowned out the squeaking tires that rolled lazily outside. I gripped his buttocks as he slammed my body against the leather seats, ravaging me to the penultimate state of pleasure. Then a car horn blasted behind us trumpeting the apex of this storm’s surge.

The timing of it all was perfect. We scrambled into our clothes, and he dashed back to his car in just enough time to avoid the next round of angry horns. What a way to pass the time! I watched him adjust himself in his car – fastening his seatbelt… and as he pulled forward he waved to me in his rearview mirror. I grabbed a pen and scratched out my number on the pack of receipt and held it up for him to see. I hoped that he’d call me the next time he needed to fill up …. We could make the time pass much more quickly together.

Cindy and the Stranger

Cindy and I have been happily married for 16 years. We are both successful professional people who are active and visible in the community where we live, near Boston. Cindy is 42. I am several years older. Cindy, who was born in Sweden, keeps herself in great shape with regular workouts, tennis, skiing, running and bike riding. She has the toned body of a woman years younger, and a very attractive face, with bright blue eyes and prominent high cheek bones. She is 5'9" with stylishly cut blond hair. Her legs are lean and shapely, topped off by my favorite kind of butt... not too large yet full and round. Cindy's ass moves sensuously (and obviously) when she walks, whether in her usual tight jeans, nude, or even in a dress. Cindy's breasts are medium-sized, firm and wonderful to touch. I keep myself in shape too.

From the first night we met we have enjoyed great sex, but for some time I was uncomfortable talking about Cindy's sex life before we met. I was still a bit insecure I guess. Basically what we'd each done before was off limits. Until we'd been married for a couple of years we never discussed it at all. Then that began to change. We enjoyed watching porn movies together every couple of months. I began to be aroused by the notion that Cindy was sexually stimulated by seeing other men, naked, erect, well endowed.

I started to comment, saying things like: "Wow! That guy has a big dick! And he is really aroused. I bet you like that, don't you lover?"

Cindy at first would reply a bit shyly, saying "yes, his is big, but I love your penis dear."

Over time Cindy's comments became bolder. She realized it turned me on to hear her comment admiringly about an especially large or especially hard-looking cock on a porn actor. She began to initiate comments, her always deep sexy voice breathlessly saying things like: "Oh my god! Joe, will you look at the hard-on on that guy! His cock is huge! And SO aroused." I'd encourage her, feeling my cock swelling as I listened to her lewd remarks about other men's cocks. I began to seek out stories about her past lovers as well. She gradually became more open. These conversations were a form of verbal foreplay for us, a sexy conversation over wine that would be a prelude to scorching sex. We were clearly moving in a new, erotic direction, jealousy gone, more secure in our relationship, sexually and in general.

In recent years we began to incorporate the theme of "the other man" into the sexual fantasies we acted out. I bought Cindy several dildoes (the first as a Valentine's Day gift), going for more and more realistic ones. A favorite of us both is a very life-like 8" model, thick, smooth, complete with a set of balls, realistic coloring, veins: the complete package. It has a strong suction cup so it can be stuck to a wall, which we put to good use. In our "threesomes" Cindy might suck me, bending over in a standing position next to the bed while she is taken in the pussy by the dildo stuck to the adjacent wall. This is powerfully erotic to me and to her. Another favorite is for her to suck the other man while I fuck her, at times with my face right next to hers, with his penis being worked over by her hot mouth, close up. She acts well and makes it realistic.

We gave the "other man" names, sometimes of men we knew, or actors, athletes, guys from work. Both of us contributed suggestions, created characters. A particular treat for me was fucking Cindy's hot, tight ass and pussy simultaneously with me taking one hot opening and "him" the other. I loved feeling our cocks rub together as we fucked her. I also loved to sometimes just watch Cindy "do it" with the other man. She has a way of making it seem real, teasing herself (and me) as she licks, strokes, sucks, and penetrates herself, ever so sensuously, calculated to drive me wild as I masturbate watching her, listening to her vivid reactions and filthy talk, and most exiting of all watching and listening to her explosive orgasms.

Last year I raised the idea of Cindy really fucking another man, while I watched. She laughed it off at first, saying she had no real interest in anyone else, that it was a great fantasy for her but nothing more. Just talking about it was a major turn-on, and gradually her response began to change. She'd ask if I really wanted that, and we began to think of how we could actually go about getting another man, safely and anonymously...but purely on a hypothetical level, of course. I was going crazy with lust as these discussions progressed, feeling more and more that my now-#1 fantasy might actually happen. Among friends or in public places sometimes I'd look over the men and try to imagine watching Cindy with one of them.

Cindy and I often exchange private "gift certificates", which entitle the bearer to certain sexual favors. We've used these to expand our sexual boundaries. Cindy gave me one for Christmas that said the bearer was entitled to "fulfilling one sexual fantasy of his choice...no restrictions apply". I'd had one like this before and loved how open-ended it was, how much trust it showed we had. The last one, I'd used to have her act out a fantasy of the "other man" fucking my ass after taking her pussy! She'd responded with shock when I first broached that idea, but when the time came to "redeem" the certificate there she was, eagerly bringing herself off with "Don" then sucking my engorged cock as she pounded my well-lubed ass with the dildo until I shot an enormous load.

This time I told her: "Cindy, my love, I am redeeming this "anything goes" certificate you gave me now. It says it needs to be turned in at least 5 days before the actual activity (we did that to build anticipation over time, which is a powerful sexual tonic). Next Thursday night I am going to"...and here I hesitated, gathering my courage to actually say what I'd been planning for months...then I blurted it out: "watch you have sex with another man!"

Cindy looked at me with a funny look on her face. "Joe, are you serious? Really?"

I gulped, and replied: "Well love, after all this talk and role playing, I've got to admit that the idea of it really turns me on, so I figure if it would be O.K with you, well, yeah. I am serious. But only if it is O.K. for you too."

Cindy responded saying that she shouldn't be completely shocked as for years she'd known how much I loved the idea on a fantasy level, and how the stories I printed and showed her from Literotica were often on this topic too. She finished by asking: "Say we did it. Who would the guy be? Have you already picked someone out?"

Her questions opened the door for me to go on, to explain the plan I'd concocted. My heart was racing as I tried to maintain a casual demeanor.

"No lover, I haven't picked anyone out . But here's what I've been thinking might work, for me and especially for you. I'd need this to be good for you, or wouldn't want to do it."

"Well then, what is it? Just what have you come up with you naughty man you?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Wow! She's actually sounding playful about it" I thought, and then, past the first big hurdle, described for Cindy how we might do it. She listened as I described my plan.

We'd go out to a nice high-end hotel bar downtown. This would eliminate any risk of being discovered. The Ritz-Carleton was the example I used. We'd go on a week night, like next Thursday, when there were bound to be business travelers there, men far from home in a city where they were not known outside their business contacts. We'd bide our time, looking over every guy in the bar until we saw one that Cindy approved of, based on appearance. Then we'd make our way toward him so we could strike up a conversation and ask him to join us for a drink. That would give us some time to interact, to see what kind of guy he was so Cindy could decide if she wanted to go forward with him as the "other man" of our fantasies. And of course he'd have to be agreeable. If we were "shot down" it would be embarrassing, but we would simply leave the bar.

"God, Joe, you've really given this a lot of thought haven't you?" she interrupted.

She was taking this all in, taking it seriously! My cock swelling, I went on.

I told her that at any point when she was ready to decide, we'd have a signal between us, so I'd know for sure whether she approved or not. She might say "excuse me guys, but I have to use the ladies room" if she meant "no" and "excuse me guys, I'll be right back" if she meant "yes".

While she was gone, if the answer was "yes" I would figure out how to make the proposition, maybe simply straightforwardly asking the man if he would like to have sex with my wife, that I'd like to watch, and that this was a fantasy we had that we wanted to act on. It sure sounded easy! Of course if her signal was "no" we'd just move on.

I explained why I felt a nice hotel bar was ideal: First, we would be unknown there and could keep it on a first name basis. No one could "trace" us and cause trouble later. Second, there were bound to be business travelers there, and they might be open for an adventure like this, away from home and anonymous themselves. Third, by choosing a high-end hotel we'd narrow the prospects down to people with whom we could be comfortable. And we'd be the ones taking the initiative, with measures built in to bail out if it felt wrong.

Here Cindy added an idea of her own! She said: "I'd want for him to be married! I'd want to see that he had a wedding ring on. It would just feel safer to me if he were."

This was unbelievable! Now Cindy was actually helping design the plan!

I added that we'd be hooking up with a man who was staying in the hotel where we met him so we would have sex in his hotel room. Keeping things on a first name basis, there would be no trace of us for anyone to follow, providing anonymity and security! And the room would be beautiful, well-appointed and safe. Cindy and I always loved sex in nice hotels.

"So, how's that sound?" I asked.

"Damn, Joe, you are something else! What a mind! What can I say? It sounds really possible. And if you really want to, I guess I'm game to try. And I did give you that certificate."

"So next Thursday night?" I asked, still trying to sound casual, my heart beating like a jackhammer.

"That's five days from now, and that's what the certificate I gave to you says."

We embraced and between kisses I told Cindy how much I loved her, how sexy she was and how lucky I was to have her as a wife.

I was totally preoccupied as Thursday approached. We decided to refrain from sex during this time to heighten the excitement and tension. Finally it was Thursday. We both came home a couple of hours early to get ready. Both of us tried to act normal, as we showered and got dressed, not easy! When I came out of the shower I saw that Cindy had on her sexiest undergarments. She had donned simple black silk "boy leg" panties, the legs so short that her very shapely ass cheeks showed provocatively from below the material. She wore a matching bra that slightly pushed up her lovely 36 C breasts, making the cleavage look wonderful. And she'd added a very special touch that she knew drove me wild, thigh-high silk stockings. She was putting on make up, her long blond hair piled on top of her head, as I entered the room and let out a low whistle.

"Wow! You are some hot babe Cindy. This is going to be unbelievable!"

"We'll see Joe. I hope so." she said in response.

I put on the clothes I'd planned for the big night, wanting to look casual but classy... grey wool slacks, a black silk-like shirt and a grey sport coat.

Cindy slipped on a simple black dress, short to show off her great legs, and low-cut enough that the tops her breasts were visible. With her simple gold necklace, and finally her sexy 3 inch heels, she looked perfect...totally sexy and very classy.

"Some lucky S.O.B. has no idea what he's getting tonight" I thought as we walked out to the car. I had been semi-erect most of the day and was very conscious of my cock as I got into the car.

The ride to Boston was a little quieter that usual as we tried to make small talk, but with other things on our minds. I didn't really want to talk about what we were about, in fear that Cindy would change her mind. As we parked in a garage near the Ritz-Carleton, which overlooks the Boston Public Garden, I felt spaced-out and admitted to Cindy that I was a little nervous. She said: "me too."

I was amazed to be among people walking this way and that, going about their normal lives. It somehow seemed very strange to me doing what I was doing and feeling the way I did.

We walked into the bar, a took a small table with a good vantage point. I ordered a good bourbon for me and Cindy got a Cosmopolitan as we looked around. It was about 7:30 P.M., kind of quiet, with maybe 8 or 10 people in the bar, five of them men who appeared to be alone.

"Quiet night. Everyone is probably up in their room, jerking off to a porn movie" I joked.

"Like you do on business trips, right sweetie? Wonder if they call their wives as they are doing it like you do?" she replied, smiling sweetly, teasing me.

That was a favorite for us when I traveled on business. Man! Cindy was a sexy woman, even over the phone! She looked great now, sipping her drink, trying to look relaxed.

"Well? See any prospects?" I asked her after maybe ten minutes had passed and our first drinks were nearly done.

She picked out one, then another. Each time I had to take care not to feel like "Why him? Is he that attractive?" Both turned out to have zero personality and Cindy to my relief gave the "no way" signal as she went to the ladies room, and I excused myself from the "prospect" while she was gone.

Cindy returned each time laughing, commenting about how lucky I was she didn't pick that guy!. I laughed, agreeing. I saw her eying the growing crowd of men in the bar. She looked so eager to find the right one! I was losing my courage a little after the two near misses. Cindy took a long sip from her fresh drink and said "wait here just a minute. I want to check these guys out."

She stood up, then moved very slowly around the circular bar through the small crowd, walking her sexiest "fuck me" walk. I watched the men react, enjoying the show as their eyes followed her around. She certainly was relaxed now! And trolling the bar no less! That ass was a magnet!

When she returned, Cindy sat down next to me and said: "Joe, I think he's here now. Did you see that dark-haired man in the blue shirt come in?"

"I think so, but didn't get a good look at him."

"Well I sure did! Let's go meet him, shall we?"

Cindy sounded so sure of herself. I was excited and a little intimidated at the same time as we walked over.

He was at a small table, alone. We both said hello and asked if we might join him. He looked a little puzzled, but then smiled, his white teeth flashing, gestured to the two empty chairs and said: "Sure. Help yourselves."

I noticed him looking at Cindy, who leaned forward to pull her chair up, no doubt giving him a great look at her lovely breasts. We made introductions and small talk. This time it came easily. His name was Steve and he was in Boston on business from Los Angeles. I noticed the wedding band on his finger. My heart was pounding as he and Cindy seemed to hit it off immediately. she was laughing as they spoke animatedly about L.A., where she had gone to college.

Steve was very good looking, with sharp features. He looked to be roughly 30, maybe even younger! He had thick jet black hair, combed straight back and lively dark eyes. His skin was quite dark, which set off his white teeth that showed often as he spoke and smiled. He was sitting but looked to be of average height with a compact build. Steve explained that he'd just come from a workout in the hotel gym and was leaving Boston in the morning.

"Not too early I hope" blurted Cindy with a laugh.

Steve looked at her quizzically, but she recovered, saying "you know, with the time change and everything."

"No, not too early, but I'd be fine anyway. It's 3 hours earlier in L.A. , so I am full of energy now."

"I'll bet." said Cindy, looking him straight on.

Then, quickly, she got up saying: "Excuse me guys. I'll be right back."

I t was the "yes" signal! I felt my body go a little weak. We'd only been talking with Steve for maybe 6 or 8 minutes, and it had been mostly him and Cindy talking, and now it was up to me to proposition him! Him, a guy who seemed so "normal". Suddenly the plan seemed kind of outrageous and I considered backing off. But I couldn't. If I did it was certain Cindy would never, ever go along and try this again and my chance to fulfill this long time fantasy would be gone forever. I decided to push aside my doubts and go forward.

"Steve. I have to ask you something. I hope you don't take it wrong. (It was much harder to figure out how to do this than I'd imagined, now that "he" was here, a real person.) Ahh, what I mean is, Cindy and I, we've had this idea for a long time and tonight we decided to, to do it."

"What are you talking about? I don't follow you." Steve looked right at me.

Realizing I needed to be direct, that there was nothing to lose if he said "no", I gulped and said in a near whisper: "We were wondering if you'd be O.K. having sex with Cindy. She is hot isn't she? And she likes you. She picked you out and you two hit it off so well. You know?"

"Picked me out? For real? Man, you are asking me to have sex with your wife? What is this all about? I don't get it. Are you up to something? Am I on camera or something?"

Steve looked around for a hidden camera, then back at me, his face becoming thoughtful.

"I mean, she is very attractive and everything, but I just met you and you guys are married."

"Yeah Steve, that's true. We are. But nothing is up at all. We just wanted to act out our favorite fantasy. Well, mine anyway, and Cindy wouldn't be going along if she didn't like it too. You see I'd be there too, in the room, up in your room here at the hotel. Watching it happen."

There! It was out! Up to him! I felt so relieved, regardless of Steve's response. I hadn't "chickened out". I did notice my hand shake a bit as I raised my glass to my lips.

We could see Cindy returning, smiling as she approached the table. I knew she smiled a lot. Including when she was nervous.

"Hi guys. How are we doing?" she asked brightly.

"I asked him honey." I said. She flushed, looking at Steve. "And?"

"This is kind of unbelievable" replied Steve. "Can we sit here, finish our drinks and talk about it a little more?"

I held Cindy's hand tight under the table. She squeezed mine. Excited!

Steve kept his cool, asking us to tell him more about ourselves, about our fantasy and all about our plan to carry it out, how we picked him. As we spoke he remained somewhat dispassionate but I felt the tension releasing and felt us all becoming more comfortable. He shared some of himself too. He was married and had been for seven years. Happily. But he believed in living life, not closing himself to new things. He was intrigued!

We talked and ordered another round. After another 15 minutes, Steve stood up and said: "Let's talk more upstairs shall we?"

Cindy and I stood up immediately and followed him silently to the elevators, got on and watched in silence as he pushed the 26th floor button. I noticed he and Cindy were the same height, making me feel tall in the elevator with them. We looked at each other and smiled as we rode up. Steve told us he had a great room with a view of the Public Garden and the city beyond. Cindy and I held hands, licking our lips, saying little.

"Welcome to my humble quarters." Steve said, as he opened the door and held it for us to enter.

"Wow, this is beautiful." said Cindy looking around at what was obviously one of the best rooms in the fine hotel. It was dominated by two king-sized beds.

Steve gestured for us to sit down. Cindy and I sat together on one of the beds. "No, no! Cindy, you sit here with me. This is what we came up here for, isn't it?" said Steve.

Cindy moved over and sat on the bed next to Steve. Close to him. It was happening!

"Are the lights O.K.?" Steve asked. "This is for you too so I want to do it right."

We all laughed. By being so matter-of-fact, he was putting us at ease, and himself too. "Sure. Perfect lighting. Too bad I don't have a camcorder." I joked.

"No cameras!" Cindy responded.

Steve moved an arm around Cindy's shoulders. He pulled her down with him and kissed her, long and deep, his hands roaming down over her breasts, first over then underneath the material of her black dress. I watched, transfixed, not quite sure what to do. I piled the pillows up on my bed, kicked off my shoes, and lay back, watching as if it was a porn movie on the hotel T.V. Only this was real. And it was my wife! I felt my cock swelling.

Cindy and Steve embraced for several minutes. Then Cindy stood up and without a word let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her standing before Steve (and me) in her sexy black under things and her silk thigh-high stockings.

"Wow." Steve said. "You look so good."

"Here, let me help you out of those clothes, lover." Cindy leaned over, showing me her perfect ass, plump round cheeks peeking well out of her boy-short undies. She unbuttoned his shirt , and he sat up, helping her to remove it. He wore nothing underneath. His upper body was ripped, not too large but so defined! He had a spray of hair across his chest but the rest of him was smooth and hairless.

Watching this was surreal to me! It was at the same time an incredible rush, a turn �on beyond compare, but sort of overwhelming too. My cock was up and down and up as a range of emotions washed over me.

Now Steve was removing, very slowly, Cindy's stockings, peeling them off her athletic legs as she lifted one foot then the other to assist him. He remained sitting, she standing.

She pushed him back playfully onto his back, putting on a show, and unbuckled his belt then undid his pants button. She carefully unzipped his fly and then started to pull his pants off, helped by Steve lifting his butt so she could get them off. She whipped them off his feet dramatically, tossing them across the foot of my bed. Now Steve was dressed only in silk boxers, Cindy in bra and panties only.

"Hey Joe. You can't be the only one in this room who's dressed! Come on. Get comfortable. Get those clothes off!" Steve ordered.

I complied , joking weakly as I stripped to my boxers. "I guess this means "yes" huh Steve. That you'll fuck Cindy, I mean."

Steve didn't answer, as he had sat back up and was busy undoing Cindy's bra. He took her bare breasts into his hands, fondling, stroking and squeezing them for a good long while. He took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and rolling them, making them stand out in fully erect arousal. Cindy closed her eyes and sighed. I reached into my shorts and held my swelling cock, wanting it to be completely erect when I uncovered it. Foolish thought, but I wanted it to be at its most "impressive" given Steve's specimen.

Now Steve had his hands on Cindy's hips, her still facing him. He took hold of her panties and slowly, so slowly lowered then, uncovering her luscious butt, which he held and squeezed not three feet from my face. How I loved Cindy's super hot ass! How it turned me on to see another man feeling it! Then he slipped the panties down all the way, Cindy stepping out of each leg one after the other. Now she stood before both of us completely naked save her simple necklace. Steve gave her ass cheeks a few gentle then harder slaps, leaving them quivering slightly after each one. I admired her body from the rear view, knowing that Steve must be maybe even more thrilled looking at her for the first time, from the front.

"C'mon Cindy. On to the bed. You have such a beautiful body, you do."

Cindy sat next to him, but then pushed him to his feet. "I want to help you out of all those clothes Steve. You must be so uncomfortable, all confined." She joked.

Steve laughed, standing in just his boxers, his penis enlarging now, pushing his shorts out in the front. I could see Cindy's eyes fixing on his crotch. I wondered how large he was. I knew Cindy was about to find out, and I was sure curious too. I could see that Steve was very well-built, trim, fit with a "cut" look, a v-shaped back, muscular shoulders, slim waist, strong slender legs. As Cindy slipped his shorts off she let out an audible low breath. I saw his penis, which was not quite fully erect, flop out of his shorts, right in Cindy's face. Yes, he was large, especially thick, and it looked like he would get even larger! I saw that his ass was as honed as the rest of him, the muscles clearly visible, indented "bowls" on the side of either butt-cheek. Cindy had selected well, someone right out of her own fantasies.

Now Cindy's hands were busy in front of her, on Steve. She was touching his cock, rubbing it on her check, saying "Nice! Nice, nice penis Steve. It is so nice and smooth and so fucking thick. Very very nice. So big and it is getting bigger! Bigger for me. Ohhh Steve!"

She looked over at me as she spoke. My own cock was fully erect and I felt that I had to be careful not to cum immediately. At that I could see that she was taking his cock into her mouth, opening her lips wide to accommodate his cockhead, her words becoming muffled. I saw Steve's ass clench, making it even more taut than it was seconds earlier. One of Cindy's hands was holding his ass, the other fondling his balls.

"Big so big. Beautiful balls Steve. Your balls feel so big and so full."

He pushed her back, saying, "This is nice, too nice Cindy. I want to take my time with you."

Cindy lay back, kicking all the covers to the foot of the bed laying completely exposed to Steve and to me on the gleaming white bottom sheet, her breast heaving. As Steve moved to climb on to the bed beside my horny wife I got my first clear look at his cock, something I'd been so eager to see since the scene had started to unfold.

It was enormous! Magnificent! Steve was now shockingly erect, his cock sticking proudly up toward the ceiling as he turned, giving me a side view (I am sure he hesitated a moment to make sure I could take it all in. I've learned that guys with really large cocks know it and never fail to show them. I'd seen it in hundreds of locker rooms, the guys who walk around without a towel, who put their shirts on first).

In fact on his compact body, Steve's cock appeared disproportionately large. I guessed that it was close to eight inches long, with thickness I'd maybe seen on a couple of porn stars at most. The head of his organ was shining, purple, and flared out from the shaft, even thicker.

Steve lay down and he and Cindy went at each other immediately, like tigers. Cindy's hands were all over him, his all over her. I was struck at how similar in height they were, their bodies so well matched. He got up onto his hands and knees and spread kisses and licks down from her face to her throat, positioning himself so I could see it all. I had a perfect view of his swollen balls hanging down from that massive shaft below his smooth, sculpted ass, so white in contrast to his tanned legs and back. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene, and by now had slipped my shorts off completely, and kicked my own covers off so I lay on crisp soft sheets too. I very slowly stroked myself, being careful not to let myself get too excited. I wanted this to last and wanted to cum with Cindy and Steve if I could hold out. That was going to be a challenge!

Now Steve was kissing Cindy between her thighs. My feelings were indescribable, wild, intense. He put his hands high on each thigh and spread her open, kneeling between her legs, lowering his mouth to her drenched cunt. I could see the juices on her inner thighs, knew how totally aroused she was. Her face was radiant, her eyes shining, as he licked and teased. Then Steve thrust his tongue into her sweet hot pussy, that I had tasted and loved for so many years. He looked and acted like a man dying of thirst who'd discovered the purest well of all! He stayed between her legs, his tongue thrust in its full length, sometimes slurping loudly and commenting how good she was, how sweet her hot pussy tasted, how much he loved her "cuntlips" as he called them. Cindy moaned and began to shake and quiver. I knew she was about to cum. She twisted away from him, closing her legs, saying: "I want to cum with your beautiful cock inside me Steve. I want you inside me now." Cindy growled.

At that she lay back and spread herself wide open for him, my hot sweet wife totally consumed by lust, abandoned to her desires for this handsome young man we'd just met an hour or so ago! Steve lay between her thighs and then began to tease her with his cockhead, holding it and rubbing her outer labia and clit with its plum-like head. Cindy writhed and tried to thrust her hips up to take him.

"Dammit Steve! Give it to me. I want your cock! Now!" she whimpered.

Steve continued to play with her, in no hurry. Then he stood up. He gave me another full view of his inflamed cock, facing in my direction, his right hand on Cindy's hip. He turned to her, rolled her onto her stomach, and pulled her by her hips to a kneeling position, on her knees and elbows, vividly exposing her lips and anus.

Was he going to fuck her ass? The depravity and pure lust of the entire situation had me needing to squeeze my own cock around its base to prevent my ejaculation.

Then, quietly Steve said: "Cindy this is for you but it is for Joe too. He wants to watch me fuck you, watch me fuck you so good. And this way he can really see it. Can watch my cock going into your pussy, watch my cock fuck your hot cunt. You want that don't you Joe?"

I could hardly speak. "Yes. I do... want to watch you fuck her. I want that". I said weakly.

Steve spoke to me again. "Come here Joe", he said, standing behind my wife, her pussy exposed to him, his throbbing cock inches from her anus and her lips.

"I want you to put it into her. Here. Take it and put my prick into your horny slut-wife. Help me fuck her, Joe! Come on, come here and put it into her now. She wants it don't you Cindy?"

I stood, my legs unsteady, my cock about to explode. I hesitated. Steve took my hand and placed it on his penis, which had sprung up toward his belly when he released it. The sensation of having my hand on his aroused penis was very strange. I had never, since early puberty masturbation play with friends, touched a penis other than my own. To touch Steve was radically different because all of the sensation was in my hand, not in my penis as it was the many times I'd pleasured myself. The strangeness very quickly gave way to another sensation. I was stunned by the degree to which it aroused me even more than I was already!

Steve was so thick that my large hand barely fit around his cock. It felt hot and powerful, incredibly virile, so sexual. I could feel the blood coursing through it. I had to hold it down to prevent its levering upward. Steve thrust a little toward Cindy's pussy. Lowering his penis, I rubbed it up and down, from Cindy's asshole to her pussy, which was dripping wet, her thighs shining with her moisture.

"In my cunt! Put it into my cunt now, Joe" Cindy almost shouted.

I placed the immense glistening cockhead, now oozing precum, against her inflamed swollen labia. It looked out of proportion, like it couldn't possibly fit. Steve, holding his hand on mine, slowly slid deeper into Cindy. I could see vividly how he stretched her open, how her pussy lips clung to his shaft as he withdrew a few inches to push back in, little by little, allowing her to adjust to his size.

Steve's copious precum mixed with Cindy's wetness helped him penetrate past the labia into her hungry pussy. I was entranced , watching his over-sized cockhead suddenly slip inside and disappear into Cindy's pussy. Steve put a hand over mine to keep me holding his member. By now I needed no pressure from him. I am straight, but this was insanely nasty and erotic, exceeding my hottest fantasy. I clutched his shaft as he slid it into her inch by inch, both Cindy and I feeling its power. She moaned and said how great it felt, how he was filling her with cock, how she loved being so full.

Steve moved in and out very slightly, which had his slick cock passing through my hand and into Cindy. The movement had its effect on both of us. Cindy's breathing became ragged, and she moaned incoherently: "ahhh...ahhhh.....ohhhhh...fu...fuck me...fuck me, baby... ahhhh....I... I...I'm, yes! Yes!"... Steve pushed harder as I released my hand so he could shove his entire cock inside her to the root. Steve held her ass cheeks apart, slipping one finger, moistened with their combined juices, into her exposed anus. As he did Cindy erupted into an orgasm that shook her entire body and the effect on me was equally powerful. My knees buckled and I felt that electric, ecstatic sensation deep in my cock and balls signaling that I too was reaching the "point of no return". I managed to fall back onto the bed, clutching and stroking my about to explode cock, never taking my eyes off Steve's cock entering Cindy, now fucking her, in and out more vigorously as she came and came, one hand spanking her, his finger still working deep inside her ass. No sooner was I prone than I felt the orgasmic surge of sensation as the cum boiled up my shaft and shot out in spurt after spurt onto my chest and belly, puddling then running down my side.

Steve stopped his movements for a while as Cindy, after what must have been a full minute or more, stopped cumming. He was determined to continue fucking her! He asked her if he should continue now and she said she needed to wait a few minutes, to recover. He pulled out, his cock popping back to near-vertical as it exited from her steaming vagina.

"No! Please don't leave me. I want you back! Just keep it there." Cindy cried.

Steve placed his hands on each of her luscious plump ass cheeks and rolled her to one side. Cindy got the message and rolled over onto her back spreading her legs, exposing her now-deep red pussy to both of us. Steve lay between her thighs and pushed himself back into her. I watched, enthralled, my penis now nearly flaccid. Now I felt more detached, no longer involved as I had been previously when I was experienced sexual exhilaration with my wife and her new lover, who I realized was practically a complete stranger! I was fascinated by how his body looked on top of hers as they moved together sensuously. The muscles on his shoulders, back and ass rippled as he pushed and withdrew rhythmically. Cindy looked over his right shoulder right into my eyes and held her gaze on me as Steve slowly fucked her in the "missionary position". It was an extremely lewd sensation to be watching her get fucked while looking me right in the eyes!

My cock had never returned to a completely flaccid state, and now it returned quickly to a semi-erect condition.

Steve pulled out again, again to Cindy's protests. This time he lay on his back and held his flesh pillar in his hand inviting Cindy to climb onto it. As she moved up to straddle him, he shifted both of them 90 degrees so that I had a view looking up from from his feet. Cindy's plump ass cheeks and her pussy were plainly, obscenely visible as were the underside of Steve's cock and his ponderous balls. Cindy's hand looked tiny as she took his cock into it and positioned it against the opening of her already well-used pussy.

Cindy spoke to me breathlessly: "You like this Joe? I know you like this view. Did you ever think you'd see me like this honey? "

At that she lowered herself slowly carefully down and down until she had engulfed Steve's penis completely. Cindy let out little yelps of pleasure mixed with "ouch" "owww" "easy now" until she was comfortable being so filled. "Don't move. Not yet."

"I can feel you right up to my uterus, filling every bit of me Steve. Now let me move. You lay back and feel me."

At that Cindy leaned forward to kiss Steve's mouth , completely exposing her pussy, with his cock entering it, to me. Even after everything else this view was stunning, so raw and so powerful. Its effect on me was rapid and visceral. I was fully erect again! I began to stroke as I watched.

Within minutes, Cindy was gasping, moaning, and babbling on top of Steve, her body moving convulsively as she came yet again! This time Steve moved a little more quickly, withdrawing much of his dick with each stroke then sliding back in to the base, holding Cindy's ass in his two hands, moving her up and down to counter his thrusts. I stroked and stroked, my eyes glued to the point of his entry. Cindy's wetness had drenched Steve's prick and now flowed over his balls which were becoming tightly draw up to the base of his shaft. The bed sheet was soaked.

Steve made moaning sounds and exhaled loudly. That he was about to shoot an enormous load into my sweet wife's cunt pushed me closer and closer. As Steve began to spasm, his legs and feet shaking, Cindy screamed "Oh god, oh god!" and I saw her body go back into convulsions yet again. This time her clenching pussy was too much for Steve. He released, his legs going limp for a second before he arched up on the bed, unintelligible sounds coming from his mouth"uuhhhhh, unnnh, uh, uh I'm I, ahhhhhhhhhh", thrusting as far into Cindy as he could and then cumming and cumming, volley after volley, his balls jumping up and down, his throbbing and spurting bringing Cindy to yet another orgasm. Her fourth! As she continued to move up and down, slowly, gently now, I could see massive amounts of semen flowing out of her pussy, onto his cock, balls and the sheet below them. I continued to stroke myself, turned on that both of them were now watching me, my wife and a stranger who'd just fucked her so royally, urging me on from the other bed, until I came again minutes later.

"Well! That was incredible! Very nice! You are so hot Cindy!" Steve spoke first.

"God, Steve, you have an amazing cock. It is so big and felt so good. You touched me in places I didn't even know I had. That was fantastic!" Cindy exclaimed, her face glowing, one hand idly squeezing his drained penis.

"Beyond my wildest fantasies." I declared. "Unbelievable."

It was an awkward moment, tempered a lot by the fact that all of us were so completely satisfied, spent.

"Come on", said Steve, getting up and walking to the wet bar for a bottle of wine, his now flaccid, but still massive cock swinging between his thighs. "Let's have a drink and see what else we might do tonight. After all it's only 9:30!"

I looked at Cindy and she looked back at me. I have never felt more in love with her. We spent four more hours with Steve in that hotel room, as sexually charged as three teenagers, letting ourselves go completely abandoned to pure raw sex. The three of us mixed it up in every combination, watchers and doers, sometimes all three doers. I came twice more, Cindy more than I could count. We said goodnight knowing we'd never see Steve again but that we would never forget this night.

The arousing images and memories of that night still arouse us both. And now when we want to fantasize about "another man", it is of course always "Steve" who we entertain and the impact is far stronger than before we made it real. We talk sometimes about trying it again, but hesitate as the first time was so perfect. And don't forget. We really are a "normal" couple. Adventurous, but just a normal couple. You may see us the next time you are in a hotel bar in Boston!

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