I had absolutely no doubts about the type of man to seek out as my wife's sexual partner for the evening. She was definitely in a servile kind of mood, and I wanted to let my bisexual proclivities run wild. We needed a man to take charge and advantage of the situation. After all, we were a happily married young couple in search of an extraordinarily kinky good time.
The lobby cocktail lounge seemed like a good place to begin my search. My very horny wife remained waiting in our room for a call to come and claim her prize. Given the well deserved reputation of our resort hotel as a hedonist haven, I didn't expect a lengthy search.
I was right! Less than five minutes after I'd taken up my watch in the lounge a man walked in that I knew would make her mouth water and pussy tingle. My cock stiffened just thinking about the two of them together.
This guy would have stuck out anywhere; about six-feet tall, clean-shaven with short, dark hair, and ruggedly handsome. His boots were well worn and the cowboy hat he wore did not appear to be a prop. Levis tight at the crotch suggested a hefty package enclosed within.
Obviously on the prowl, his eyes followed every female in the lounge. There wasn't much action at the moment, so the cocktail waitress, a sassy little blond in a sexy French maid's outfit received his full attention. Articulate and cocky he flirted with the waitress, who gave it right back to him. She was definitely my type of woman. I made a mental note to check her out later, but quickly remembered my goal to find a man to fuck my wife silly. I reached for the cell phone and plugged in her number.
She answered on the first ring obviously anxious to get the evening started.
"Hey baby!"
"Hey yourself. Is my little sweetie being a good girl?"
"Oh, yes" she purred, "I'm following your instructions exactly."
"Those sexy fingers of yours are not finding their way into your pussy, are they?"
"No baby, I'm just teasing my clit with my fingernail like you told me. My clit is so hot and hard. Please tell me you found a nice man, or maybe not so nice to ram his cock into my pussy."
"Yep," I answered. "I found him and I think you'll approve.
"What does he look like?"
"He's the dark-haired cowboy in the white shirt sitting across from me."
"Um, I like cowboys. They like a good hard ride."
"He's all yours, honey. Good hunting!"
"I love you baby," she responded and disconnected. I sat back and looked forward to her entrance.
While I knew exactly what my sexy little wife planned to wear, when she sashayed into the lounge the sight still took my breath away. At five-foot-four inches and 102 pounds my Cheryl simple exudes steamy sexuality. Her shoulder length red hair was pulled back into a pony tail, exposing a small diamond stud gracing each ear lobe and a long, elegant neck. The gauzy white halter tied in front did little to constrain her perfectly rounded breasts, nor hide the rock-hard pink nipples which verified her arousal. A pleated black micro-mini revealed her flat belly, clinging to her hips and bouncing ever so sexily off her gorgeous ass. Single strands of gold chain hung around her neck, her waist and her left ankle. The waist chain suspended two tiny gold tabs with initials that would no doubt enliven the conversation later on. Sandals completed her ensemble. Simple, erotic and absolutely accessible. I knew for a fact that there was nothing to impede access to her hot, yielding flesh.
Our stud picked up on my darling little vixen the moment she walked into the room. She veered toward his table and passed close enough for him register the sweet scent of lilac and very excited womanhood. Her sparkling blue eyes established immediate contact with his. Cheryl's lovely face broke out in a smile indicating she liked what she saw. She continued up to the bar and slid sensuously on to a stool. As she settled on the stool, her skirt climbed high on her hip exposing long, luscious legs. The skirt now left little to the imagination. It presented a clear invitation.
The young man took little time in joining my wife at the bar. He took a seat facing her and mouthed a greeting. To the bartender he ordered two shots of Cuervo. Cheryl acknowledged both with a smile and simple, "Hello!"
No stranger to tequila, she took the golden liquor in one swallow without the benefit of salt or lemon and smiled sweetly at the man. Not to be outdone, he too dropped the shot in similar manner. Over the course of three more shots they learned each other's name – Cheryl and Harry. She discovered that he was a rodeo cowboy who loved breaking wild fillies. She let him know that she loved to be taken hard. They shared a searing, wet kiss then moved to the jukebox. Selecting a nice slow song they proceeded to the dance floor to get more closely acquainted.
When my Cheryl is hot and on the prowl there is little subtlety to her intentions, and this occasion was no exception. As he opened his arms, she literally melted onto his frame. One leg slide between his, her belly and breasts pressed tightly against his body. Leaning against his shoulder brought her lips against the side of his neck. While her arms went high around his shoulder, his hands fell below her hips and his fingers lurked below the raised hem of her skirt. They found nothing but bare flesh.
"You like what you're feeling?" she purred in his ear. "Later I want you to stick your hard cock between those cheeks and fuck my ass until you make it all wet and gooey."
"Damn, you are one sexy lady. I'm going to make love to you until you scream for mercy."
"Promises, promises," she said as her lips moved to his and her tongue slide between them.
You cannot believe the pride and sexual energy I felt watching my beautiful wife dancing with this strange man who was very visibly kissing her mouth and groping her naked ass. Gazing around the lounge, I noted the other patrons were totally engrossed in their hot, exhibitionist display.
"Baby," Cheryl whispered in his ear, "I got one little thing to add to our rendezvous. Do you see that handsome gentleman sitting over there? That is my sweet husband. He picked you out to be my lover for tonight. He loves seeing me with other men and really enjoys extra-sloppy seconds. If you agree, he'd like to join us and watch you fuck me royal. He is very submissive and will ask your permission for any participation, so you will be totally in charge."
"Is he a fag?" Harry asked with some apprehension.
"Well, yes and no. He makes wonderful love to me, but he also likes giving pleasure to other people. He's bisexual. But, like I said, he will only do what you give him permission or direction to do."
"And he won't mind seeing me fuck you, and see my cum leaking from your pussy and mouth."
"Not a bit," she cooed, in fact he loves seeing me covered in sperm and it leaking down my thighs. Then he gives me the most wonderful tongue baths."
"Damn, lady, I've got to see that!"
"No problem, my hubby loves to perform."
Harry glanced quickly at me sitting there and was greeted with an approving smile. Cheryl noted the glance and said.
