Dana and I had been seeing each other for a few months. We were both stuck in unfulfilling marriages but neither one was going to leave their spouse. We would meet each other whenever we could just to fuck each other's brains out. Every once and awhile we would escape for the weekend on "business trips" that had nothing to do with business. This was one of those weekends.
She was a tick taller than me, standing right around 5' 10", with wavy, shoulder length, light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a smile that would light up a room. She's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Even though she's in her late 30s she still has a totally rockin' bod! 38's that, as Bob Seger would say, stood way up firm and high, a tight little waist, and legs that stretched to the sky. Me? I stand about 5' 9", I weigh about 200 pounds and am in really good shape. Dark brown hair starting to show some gray in the temples, hazel eyes, a bright smile surrounded by a goatee, and a hearty laugh that's quick to come.
One particular weekend I booked a trip to Nashville. Dana had never been to Nashville. Having family that lived there, I'd been there many times and wanted to show her around. I booked a stay at the Grayland Music City Hotel and Resort in Nashville, Tennessee. Have you ever been there? The place is huge! I booked a junior suite that had a small balcony overlooking the large indoor atrium.
The hotel has a service that takes you into downtown Nashville and brings you back. Knowing we'd be drinking I decided it would be best for us to use the service instead of taking my truck.
We walked around downtown. Hit the Hard Rock. Visited a couple of the little pubs and listened to some live music. Stopped into a couple of the little museums and gift shops. The last place we visited was the Wild Horse Saloon. Knowing this would be our last stop before heading back to the hotel we decided this would be the best place to cut loose.
We got a table close to the dance floor. Country music blared from the speakers and the dance floor was full of people dressed in their best country and western gear doing line dancing. The drinks were flowing. Dana wasn't much of a drinker but you wouldn't have known it by looking at her this night. She was a thirsty girl!
After a couple of hours we'd had our fill of country music echoing in our ears and had quenched our thirst. I wasn't even close to being drunk, I wanted to have my wits about me for tonight. Dana wasn't sloppy drunk but she wasn't feeling any pain, either. It was time to head back to the hotel.
The bus was dark, lit only by the city street lights and passing cars, and not even half full. We slipped into one of the bench seats near the rear of the bus. Soon it lurched forward and off we went, leaving Music City behind us.
We were both feeling frisky. We started to make out like two teenagers. I could see out of the corner of my eye a couple of the passengers give us a sideways glance. That didn't stop me from caressing her breast through the material of her shirt. But that wasn't enough for me.
I unbuttoned a couple buttons of her shirt, enough that I could slide my hand inside and under the silky material of her bra, grabbing her bare breast, pinching her nipple that had become hard and erect. This brought a sigh from her. Her hand scooted across my thigh, back and forth, creating a huge bulge in my pants.
I broke our kiss and whispered in her ear "You're in so much trouble when we get back to the room."
She cooed back "Promise?"
My lips slid down her ear lobe to her neck, where I began to softly kiss. I pulled my hand from inside her shirt and brought it to her thigh. I slowly slid it up her thigh, under her skirt, all the way to the material covering her now puffy pussy. Her g-string was soaked. Her head was leaned back, her eyes were closed. I slipped a finger under the g-string and found her hardened clit, bringing a loud gasp from her. Her hand clamped down on my thigh. A couple of passenger heads turned, then looked away.
My lips moved down from her neck, across her collarbone, and down her chest into her exposed cleavage. My finger flicked at her clit. Her breathing was becoming heavier. Her hand moved up my thigh and began to rub the bulge in my pants.
I slipped two fingers inside her quivering cunt. She threw her head back and gave a loud gasp. Her fingernails dug into my thigh through my jeans. She was close.
We now had the full attention two gentlemen seated together a few rows ahead of us on the other side of the bus. It was hard to tell in the darkness of the bus but my guess was they were probably late 20s-early 30s. Most likely in town on business getting out for the evening.
My fingers slid in and out of her slit harder and faster. I moved my lips up to her ear and whispered "Cum for me, baby, cum for me."
She bit her bottom lip. Her hips began grinding into my hand. Her head went back, her back arched, her ass lifted off the seat a little. She had one hand dug into my thigh, her other hand went to my hand, shoving it tighter against her pussy.
She started to emit little, short, high pitched squeals. I nibbled at her neck.
"Mmmmmm....mmmmmmm....mmmmmmmmmm!" Her body went into mini convulsions, her pussy clamped down on my fingers that were sliding in and out of it. She whispered "Don't you stop. Don't you fucking stop."
The rolling orgasm that ripped through her body finally ceased. Her grip on my thigh released, as well as the grip her vagina had on the fingers inside of it. She was clearly out of breath. Her head collapsed against my chest, her arm wrapping around me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight.
When she caught her breath she raised her head from my chest and whispered in my ear, "Now it's your turn, big boy." In her alcoholic haze she had obviously forgotten where she was. Or it had emboldened her to just not give a shit.
Her hands expertly undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and underwear down far enough to release the beast that was my cock. 9" long and thick enough to please any woman, Dana couldn't get enough of it. She said it dwarfed her husband's. She grabbed the base of it and wrapped the warm wetness of her mouth around it, swirling her tongue around the head several times before swallowing it.
As she bobbed her head I couldn't help but notice the gentlemen a few rows ahead of us were still watching the event unfold. I acknowledged them with a wink and a weak salute. They smiled and saluted back.
Then I had an idea.
I put my hand on the back of Dana's head, pushing her down a little harder on her down bob. I wagged my finger at the two guys, indicating I wanted them to come back. They looked at each other, then back at me with a "What? Me?" look. I nodded and wagged my finger again. As they came down the aisle I held my finger to my hand indicating "shhhhhh."
One sat in the seat directly across the aisle, Dana's backside staring at him. The other sat in the seat in front of us. I slid my hand down across her ass and lifted her skirt, giving both men a lovely shot of her beautiful, tan ass. Once her ass was revealed, I slid my hand down the crack of her ass and in between her legs. She parted her legs, allowing me full access to her twat while giving the guys a view of her soaked g-string panties.
I moved the barely-there material to the side and inserted a finger into her slit, bringing a muffled squeal from her. I slid it in and out, in and out, while her head bobbed up and down on my pole. Then I slipped a second finger in, bringing another muffled squeal.
I fingered Dana for just a couple of minutes before pulling out, which brought a disapproving whimper from her. I motioned to the dude sitting across the aisle to pick up where I left off. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widened. He mouthed "Really?" I nodded my head.
He inserted one finger and quickly added a second. Dana let out a muffled squeal. Then, as the stranger slid his fingers in and out, he placed his thumb on her hard clit, bringing a squeal I'm sure the entire bus heard.
I could sense the change in Dana's body. Her breathing was becoming heavier, her head bobs more aggressive. I motioned to the two men to switch pleasure providers. As happy as the gentleman in front of me looked, his friend across the aisle looked just as unhappy.
When he withdrew his fingers from her quivering cunt Dana emitted a moan that made it very clear she wasn't happy. The stranger in front of me quickly fixed that, sliding two of his fingers into her slick slit, and begun to quite aggressively pump them in and out. This seemed to please Dana a great deal.
In a matter of moments she began to moan in spurts, matching the pace of this strangers movements, "mmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm..." Until she finally reached a crescendo.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! MmmmmmMMMM!" Her velvety slit shut down on this strangers fingers. Her grip on my cock tightened. Her head bobbing came in bursts, up...stop...down...stop...up...stop...down. Her body shivered with another drunken orgasm caused by two strangers fingering her gash.
Watching two strangers finger fuck my lover to orgasm was too much to take. I put my hand on the back of her head and shoved down, to the point that her nose was in my thigh. My cock was half way down her throat. She pushed against me trying to raise her head but I wouldn't allow it. My hips bucked into her face, pumping load after load of thick spunk down her throat.
Dana gagged and coughed, her airway passage filled with cock and cum. I released her, allowing her head to come back up for air. Knowing that she would suck me until I was dry, I leaned forward to the man in front of me and quickly whispered in his ear, "Go back to your seat, follow us out."
He grabbed his friend and rushed back to their seats. Dana, just as expected, sucked my rod clean, only then bringing her body back to an upright position.
She looked at me, wiped some cum off of her chin that had leaked from her mouth, and licked it with her tongue. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "That was fucking awesome." Her breath smelled like a mixture of cum and Jack Daniels.
"The night is young," I replied.
The bus rolled into the Music City Hotel parking lot. There are several pick up and drop off points. The bus rolled into the first drop point and Dana began to stand.
"Where are you going?" I asked, still seated.
"This is our stop."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is!" Dana wasn't great with north and south in the best of circumstances. Her alcohol induced haze wasn't helping any.
"No, it's really not." She stared at me. "I'll tell you what. Get off at the exit that I say is ours. If I'm right, you have to walk to our room with no underwear at all and your shirt unbuttoned."
"That's all?" she asked, something I didn't expect. "Hell, you can have my panties now. They're all wet." This drew the attention of a few passengers again, not that Dana noticed. She peeled off her soaked panties and handed them to me with a sly grin.
"What would you like if I'm wrong and you're right?" I asked.
