It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with.
I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about all the varieties of stories. Which ones would I do? What makes Bill hot? I wanted to act out Bill's fantasies, I just hope they didn't involved whips and chains and blood. I toiled with the thought of weird sexual practices, golden showers, gangbangs, anal, and forced. I found myself becoming judgmental with them, but then finally realized, that hey, these things didn't have to make sense. Sexual play comes out of the emotional side of the brain, not the logical.
Bill had won a three-day holiday at a resort about three hours from our house. Even though our kids are gone to college and we are home alone, it was still exciting to get away for the weekend. It was for the "Honeymoon Suite". I especially looked forward to the drive. We drove our little Audi TT Roadster, a treat to ourselves for surviving the childrearing days.
For some unknown reason, whenever we got on the road, I always felt like talking about sex. This was a perfect opportunity to talk about my and our turn-ons, I hoped. I wanted to set the stage so I told him that the sex on the steps was some of the best sex I could ever remember.
He grinned at me.
The silence was electrifying.
I finally got up the nerve to ask him, "So, what do you think of Literotica?
He snickered, then grinned, "Wow, it's pretty cool. I haven't read sex stories since before we were married. You know, I used to buy those magazines."
"Ya", I agreed, "This is much easier, much more private. I think I would feel goofy if I had to buy those magazines now. This way, I can do it in the privacy of my own home."
"So", I asked with a pregnant pause, Which of categories of stories get you going?" I knew that was a loaded question, but I asked anyway. I just knew that if he asked me first, and I said something that he didn't like, it might ruin our moment.
He hesitated.
I continued, "Honey, it's ok, we're adults, this is just us." Please God don't let it be whips and chains, or golden showers.
"It's whips and chains, submission, and spanking!" He said with a grin.
Think! What do I do now? "Won't you find those chains to be pretty uncomfortable?" I asked slyly.
He laughed. "I was messin' with ya. Actually," He continued, "I enjoyed the exhibitionist and wife swapping stories, is that weird?"
"It's only weird that I like them too. I mean, I don't think that I actually want someone else's unit in me, but the thought of it is pretty exciting! You know, forbidden fruit. We're not supposed to think about stuff like that."
"Ya," He confided, "I'm not supposed to like the idea of other men seeing my wife naked, but I gotta tell you, the idea of it does turn me on. I mean, we spend all waking moments of every day doing our best to keep our bodies covered. Then I read these stories where the wife wears revealing clothes, or flashes men. I don't know, I guess it's exciting."
My smile went from inside out. I knew that this particular weekend was going to be interesting.
We started talking about previous experiences. We both had long relationships with other people before we were married. I told him about one time when I went to a fancy dinner with Bob and his best friend Sean and a few other couples. The alcohol was flowing. I wore a black dinner dress; it was pretty short and sexy. He wanted me to be sexy underneath, so I wore a garter belt, stockings, bikini panties and no bra.
We wound up at our house afterwards. We were having a blast. Sean's girlfriend got mad at all of us and left early. I felt so sexy underneath it all. The guys were pretty much staring at me all night. I came up with a devious plan. I faked passing out. I slid down on the floor. I could tell that the hem of my dress was up around my ass.
Bob asked Sean to help carry me to bed. I wasn't in the safest of hands, being that they were pretty drunk, but I was with adventurous hands, as I felt hands pretty much all over me. I couldn't really tell which hands were Bob's and which ones were Sean's. But they were both laughing at the situation.
They put me in bed. Bob said, "help me with her dress". Sean asked if he should be there too. Bob, in his drunken state said, "Just give me give me a hand. You've seen underwear before".
Sean leaned me forward and Bob unzipped my dress. He pulled the shoulders off. Pull it down Sean. Sean gingerly pulled it down. "Wow" was all he said. Bob sounded pretty proud and said, "Ya, she's got beautiful tits!" They worked together and pulled my dress completely off. There I was, in just my panties and stockings. The room got pretty quiet. They were whispering. My panties went off in one quick pull. I was nude except for my garter belt and stockings. The lights went off. I felt them get into bed, one on each side. I felt four hands exploring my body. I started breathing hard, it was pretty exciting. It was so cool to have both nipples sucked at once. I couldn't hold back any more. I started getting hot. The alcohol set me free. The rest of the night was a blur. I know that I fucked them both. I'm not sure how many times. Of course, I did manage to be sucking one while the other was fucking me. That particular night was never talked about since. They are still best friends, so it was just one of those things that happen in the middle of the night.
"Whew!" Was all Bill could say?
After a minute of silence Bill told me about how he used to spy on the lady next door when he was a teenager. His bedroom window was in line with hers. She was a single mother. He saw her naked almost everyday. He would watch her dress and undress. He was pretty sure that she knew that he was watching, as she always faced the windows.
Then he told me about one night at Tony, his friends house. Tony was showing pictures of his vacation in Mexico. One picture showed his wife Diane in a white sheer dress on the balcony. It was very thin; you could see that all she had on was tiny panties underneath. Her tits and nipples were there to be seen. Bill said that he probably spent too much time looking at that picture. Tony looked around and said; "I've got better" He got out a separate package. Tony made Bill promise not to tell Diane, and spilled the pictures out. There she was, topless, in sexy lingerie, and finally totally nude.
"Really! You saw her naked pictures! What did you think?"
"Great, I mean, she looked good. I felt naughty and voyeuristic, but it was cool."
"Would you show your buddies pictures of me?"
"Whew, I never thought of it. Besides, we don't have any. And you wouldn't, I mean would you? Would you?"
I just smiled. "Never know!"
I glanced at the speedometer, we were doing over 95, I told him to cool his jets, and watch the speed. When we got to the hotel, I couldn't wait to get into our room. The check-in went smooth. We were handed the keys to our plush luscious suite. It had a beautiful private balcony with a stunning view of the shimmering lake. Our bed was four-poster, with huge oak legs and spindles. It was decorated rustic, yet romantic. The room had paintings of couples kissing and semi-nude women. I immediately thought that this is some kind of passion pit. You knew by taking in all the beauty and privacy that wild and incredible sex probably always happened in here.
I was standing by the French doors when Bill put his hand on my back and gently rubbed. "I think you may have accidentally forgot to wear a bra", he teased.
"Oh my!" I teased back, "I not only forgot to wear one, I guess I sorta kinda forgot to bring any. I hope you don't mind? I mean, I can run into town and buy some!"
"I guess I have to put up with it!"
Our moment was interrupted by the knock of the door and our bellman bringing in our luggage. I stayed by the window and Bill helped out the young man. I noticed that both of the guys seemed to looking my way. Bill tipped the boy and sent him on his way. Both guys had big smiles.
Bill walked up to me a gave me a kiss. "Do you remember when I said that my friend showed me a picture of his wife standing on the balcony with a white dress on?"
"Ya"
"Well, me and Tim the bellman, saw you in the sunlight. I must say, we could see virtually everything."
"Really!" I was a bit surprised, and pleased. "What did you think?"
"I think I can speak for the both of us, we liked it." He put my hand on his growing penis.
"I can see that. Do you want to take a picture of me like this?"
"Oh ya!" He raced and fumbled with the camera, He took a few pictures. I liked the fact of him seeing me, seeing me sexy. I posed for him like a Victoria's Secret model. "Can you see anything? Do my boobs show? Here, wait a minute," I took a breath, gathered some courage, then gathered the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I stood topless in front of my husband before, many times, but never while he snapped pictured of me. I loved it. I loved the fact that I was topless on a balcony, topless in front of my man while he snapped pictures. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. I knew that he would eventually be showing these to his friends. I didn't care. As a matter of fact I knew that I was going to have them developed by John, the camera store man. He would be seeing me nude. I loved it even more.
I eventually walked towards Bill, knelt down in front of him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them around his ankles. I reached inside his boxers and freed his cock. I expertly licked it from the base to the tip. I tasted the first of his cum. After I licked him like a candy cane, I took the full tip in my mouth and swished my saliva around it. I cupped his balls and could feel them tighten in his sack. Soon they became tight. He tried to pump away. I stopped him. I peeled off my panties and sat on the edge of the bed. I guided him to stand in front of me. I spread my pussy lips and let his hardness in. I stopped him from pumping me, and made the walls of pussy contract and loosen. He sighed and continued to stand there. I asked him.
"Could you see my tits when I stood by the window?
"Yes"
"Did the bellhop see my tits?"
