As a forty two year old married, mother of two, with blonde hair,brown eyes, a 36D-24-38 figure, working as an insurance broker, my husband and I have been in an open marriage since our thirties, and enjoying ourselves.
One of my male colleagues Andy, and I after an extremely long day working into the late evening hours ended our day having sex in my office, with the intention of getting together again in a somewhat safer setting, but hadn't had the chance.
The week before our annual convention in Hilton Head, we were both excited about having a chance to play again, this time in the privacy of our rooms in the evenings. Andy had mentioned that he had purchased some items just for us and this would allow us the opportunity to try them out.
Neither of our spouses would be attending, all of us attending would have our own private rooms, there was an open bar every night and the motel/ convention center was right on the beach, with all the amenities anyone could possibly want available.
My husband was fully aware of the night Andy and I fucked in the office, also that we had every intention of doing so during our time in Hilton Head, saying only that he loved me, and to enjoy myself.
We arrived, signed into our rooms, headed to the convention center for the welcoming ceremony, signing up for the classes we needed which we attended the rest of the week. After the dinner that evening we caught up with friends at the bar, had a few drinks, spent some time on the beach with our colleagues and headed up to our rooms.
Andy was texting me before I even got settled, asking if he could sneak down and see me, that he was already showered and had some things to show me. I asked him to give me some time to settle in and take a hot bath that he'd have to give me an hour, that I'd text him as soon as I was ready. The hot bath along with the drinks from earlier, along with a shot or two of the tequila I'd brought with me helped me relax, so after pulling up my hair and fixing my makeup, I just put on my short thin satin robe, walked out on the balcony and texted Andy that my door would be open, so he could come on but make sure nobody saw him entering my room.
Not even two minutes later Andy was there, locking the door holding an overnight bag in his hands, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and flip flops, with a huge smile on his face. I had all the lights off except for the bathroom and a small lamp near the balcony door, when I stepped in where he could see me he moved quickly towards me pulling me into his arms kissing me passionately, dropping the bag, his hands on my buttocks pulling me tightly against him. His cock already erect pressing against me through his shorts. He loosened the sash on my robe finding my naked flesh underneath, his hands caressing me, squeezing my breasts, my rear end firmly, as I rubbed his hard cock through his shorts.
When I broke our kiss, stepping away from him, shrugging out of my robe, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, reaching out for me again, as I unbuttoned his shorts, lowering his zipper, his erection not hindered by underwear, jutting out from his body as his shorts fell to his feet. He stepped out of them reaching for me again, but looked confused when I moved away, until I asked him what he had in the bag, as I picked it up from the floor, it was a bit heavy, I heard the rattle of chains and metal, and he told me the items he'd bought for us were inside, but if I didn't like them he'd throw every bit of it away.
He took my hand, led me to the king sized bed, turned on the bedside lamp and emptied the bag on the bed. Leather handcuffs, ankle cuffs, straps, a small cloth whip, blindfold, gag, two very large vibrators, cock ring, and a long ribbed cock sleeve saying he'd carefully chosen each item, thinking they would enhance our pleasure if I was into this type of things.