I was out West to attend an annual conference and my fiancée, Susan, and I decided to take a week for ourselves and just drive around and stop when we felt like it. Well, we stopped after only three hours driving one day, checked into a hotel suite and walked across the street to a steak house for lunch.
Susan is pretty with blonde hair past her shoulders. She's 5'5" at 115 pounds. Her tits are a 34B and she has a great bubble butt, accented by her 21" waist which was now tightly wrapped in a summer dress. She'd asked me earlier if I could see through her dress, so I lied and told her no. Her nipples stood out clearly as did the tiny panties, and with the sun behind her, there was no guess work as to how little she wore.
I'm a shade less than six feet tall and weigh 175. I keep in shape by running nearly every day, and when you have someone like Susan in your life, it makes you want to be as sexually appealing to her as she is to you.
They had all kinds of liquor for sale on shelves inside and even gave prices for drinks on the menu. There was a good size dance floor, but apparently it was too early for dancing or music.
"Are we here for the night?" I asked her.
"Yeah, if it's okay with you," she said, looking rather hopefully at me. "I'm really tired of being in the car."
"Well, let's have some cocktails then since I won't be driving."
My fiancée's face lit up as she agreed. We had three each before finally ordering a light lunch and copping a decent buzz in the process. After eating we decided to have a few more drinks and go sit by the pool at the motel. We never made it to the pool.
Someone played the juke box and it ran non-stop from that point on. You had to talk above it a little bit to hear, but it really filled our afternoon as we had a good time just bull-shittin and dancing. As the night wore on, Susan became more amorous and soon we were talking about sex.
"You seem to have captured the attention of several locals," I said to Susan as the place began to fill up with people.
"Oh really? I bet you're enjoying that! Are you thinking one of them might want to do more than look?" she asked me with a knowing smile.
"Actually, I was thinking that there's probably quite a few that would love to get between those gorgeous thighs of yours. Do you see any that you might like to help me fuck you?"
"Stop it, Rob. I don't know why you're always talking about someone else fucking me. Why does that excite you so much?"
"I don't know. Maybe I just like the thought of watching you acting like a slut and the thought of seeing another cock sliding into that hot hole of yours."
"Yeah, well, you might not like it so much if it actually happened."
"You might be right, but what harm is there in fantasizing about it. Besides, every time we're in bed your pussy starts leaking when we talk about a strange cock violently fucking that gorgeous cunt of yours. I'll tell you what; why don't we just play a little game instead."
Sue looked at me with a smirk. I could see her wondering what I might want to do. "Oh, and what kind of game are you talking about?"
"Why don't you look around the place, find someone appealing to you and innocently give him a look up your dress while you tell me what you'd like him to do to you."
Her eyes shut very slowly as an unmistakable look of lust came over her. "I don't know if I've had enough to drink for something like that," she said to me very dreamily.
I discreetly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and touched the gusset of her panties. As I guessed, they were soaking wet. Her eyes closed again as I slipped my finger beneath the leg band of her panties and pushed it deep into her sloppy hole. She grabbed the arm that was toying with her cunt but didn't stop my ministrations.
"Oh, God, Rob. You'd better take me back to our suite soon and fuck me."
Normally, I would have done just that, but the heat building up in me and the booze we'd had all afternoon had me wanting to carry on with our game. "I'll do that after we play our little game," I countered.
"I don't want to wait, Rob. I need your cock inside me. I'm so fucking horny right now!"
"Why are you so horny, Susan?
"It might have something to do with what your finger is doing to me," she replied.
"Susan, your pussy was soaking wet long before my finger ever made it there. I think maybe you were turned on by my suggestion of a game." She looked at me with bloodshot eyes and open mouth, but didn't say anything. "Come on, baby. You know you want to do it and no one here will ever see us again."
She looked into my eyes and said, "You'd better get us another drink first."
My cock was instantly hard when she said that and I quickly ordered another round before she changed her mind. We slammed the two drinks and I ordered another round. "Well, Susan!" I said as she then started to look around the large room.
"See the young guy in the blue cowboy shirt sitting across the dance floor from us? He's been giving me the eye every time you go to the men's room. I guess that if I was going to pick someone, it would probably be him."
Susan was facing me as I continued to finger fuck her running pussy. I acted as if I was just scoping out the floor and easily located the young man she was talking about. He was a nice looking guy and was constantly glancing Susan's way. "Why don't you turn your chair toward the dance floor like we're watching the dancers and then give him a shot up your dress," I suggested.
"He might not be the only one that sees me, Rob!"
"What does it matter? He's the only one you'll be paying attention to."
"My God, Rob! Do you want me to let him know that I'm showing him my pussy on purpose?"
"What can it hurt? I'm here with you! Just imagine the hot sex we'll have after we go back to the suite!" Susan just looked at me with lust filled eyes as her chest and cleavage took on a darker shade of red. The waiter dropped our drinks off and Susan drank hers right down before turning her chair toward her cowboy. She pulled her dress up more when she sat back down with her back to me. I leaned forward and kissed her neck while sneaking a look at her cowboy, and sure enough, he was staring hard her way.
I rested one hand on Susan's thigh and subtly pulled her hem higher. I heard her breath catch when I did that. She turned toward the table to pick up her refreshed drink and said, "He's looking right at me, Rob! What do I do now?"
"While you're looking my way, spread your legs and give him a look at your hot pussy," I told her before adding, "then turn back around toward him and see if he's looking at you while keeping your legs separated."
She said, "Oh. God," took a drink from her glass and moved her right leg away from her left. I was mostly hidden from the cowboy's view by my fiancé's head, but I could see him staring intently between Susan's legs, as were half a dozen others.
"Are you looking at him?" I whispered into her ear.
"He's looking at me like he wants to fuck me right here. Other guys are looking at me the same way. What do I do?" She sounded almost desperate.
"What do you want to do, baby?"
"I want you to take me back to our room and stick your cock in me!"
I was hard as a rock, but I also needed to take a piss. Her idea sounded good to me as I had taken nearly all the self-abuse I could and looked forward to some fantasy-laden fucking. I figured we'd taken this ride as far as we could when I saw her cowboy head for the front door.
I took the last of my frequent trips to the john and came back to find an empty table. Assuming she was gone for the same reason as me, I ordered us each another drink and waited for her. I wasn't sure if there was a line at the lady's room, but 15 minutes and four songs later I thought I should go check on her until she walked up to the table, from the dance floor. I wasn't expecting that.
"Hi," I said with a half-smile.
She was looking a little sheepish as she sat down. "I'm sorry," she said right off the bat.
"Sorry about what?" I asked her innocently.
"About dancing with someone without you knowing it first," she said as her chest and face visibly reddened again.
"You don't need my permission to dance, Susan. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"For the most part," she said, looking for some reaction in me. I said nothing and waited for her to go on as I watched the redness in her chest and the top of her cleavage deepen even more.
"I was sitting here and just swaying to the music when I heard this young guy next to me ask for a dance. It was the guy that I gave the free show to. It startled me and I started to nervously giggle. I told him I was waiting on my fiancé, and it even sounded lame to me. He said we wouldn't be 10 feet from the table so I began thinking about our earlier game and accepted."
"Was it not good for you?" I asked her. "Why did you say, 'For the most part,'?"
"Well, the first dance was a slow one and he was holding me kind of tight. I looked up at him to tell him to keep a little more space between us, but he kissed me as soon as I opened my mouth." Seeing me raise my eyebrows and smiling she said, "He also slipped me the tongue," before averting her eyes from me.
As soon as she said that, my cock was almost immediately hard. She is very demure and shy, normally, so for her to have been so far in such a short amount of time just added to my excitement. I guess it showed.
When she finally looked up at me and saw me smiling, she was caught off guard and her expression changed to one of disbelief. "You actually enjoyed hearing this, didn't you?"
"Maybe, but I guess the big question is, did you slip him the tongue?" That's when she leaned over and whispered "Yes," in my ear. I was beyond excited and knew what fantasies would be explored when I fucked her that night, but I was curious about the rest of her story.
