I assumed it was this stranger's left hand that I felt next when he pressed down hard with his fingertips in the center of my lower belly just above my pubic mound. The fingers on his other hand penetrated me, one in my anus and two in my vagina. He quickly located and worked on my "G" spot as he continued pressing down into my belly against the fingers that were now inside of me.
With the initial shock, fear and humiliation, I didn't feel it building, but all of a sudden a strong orgasm washed over my body and my loud moans were muffled by my husband's cock. I felt a thick fluid discharge spill from me onto the stranger's hand which seemed to cause him to become more aggressive with me. This continued for several minutes before I was gently rotated a quarter turn so that my head would hang off the side of the bed. I felt my husband withdraw first, followed by a slow removal of those fingers. From the shifting of the bed and the sounds of shuffling on the carpet, I could tell that both men were trading places.
At the same time that my husband started going down on me, his mystery partner shoved the three wet and soiled fingers in my mouth and down my throat making me gag. I instinctively suckled them before they were pulled from my lips. I felt a hand on my forehead gently push down until the back of my head was resting against the edge of the mattress. Slowly another cock was pushed into my mouth and down my throat. It was skillfully pulled back a little after each full forward thrust to prevent me from fully gagging. I can remember thinking from the different scent, feel, taste and creamy moisture, that it must have been uncircumcised.
His two hands reached down over my shoulders and started to firmly kneed my breasts from just behind my areolas to the end of my nipples and I shuttered with another powerful orgasm. I think that it was my husband who actually mounted me first because I could smell my stale feminine odor on the face just above my head as he pushed himself inside me, starting that slow familiar rhythm. I remember them taking turns and changing places several times, making me moan with animalistic pleasure at the peak of each additional orgasm. Sometime prior to me passing out, both men took full advantage of the position of my head and pleasured themselves by ejaculating in my mouth and down my throat.
I woke up the following morning lying next to my husband. I was shivering cold and wearing only the blind fold. I pulled it off, looked around and found no signs of my bindings anywhere. I had the worst headache that I can remember, a stiff neck, sore throat and an upset stomach. When I wrestled my husband awake and confronted him about his antics last night, he acted totally dumfounded. He told me that I had been drunk and that he practically had to carry me to and from the elevator and into our room where he claims that I stripped all of my own cloths off before passing out on the bed. He told me that I kept kicking the covers off and that he had laid awake next to me for the longest time just to monitor my breathing because he was worried about my condition.
When I finally gathered enough strength and composure to pick my things up and head for the bathroom to shower, I noticed that the panties that I wore all of yesterday were missing. I saw in the mirror what looked to be the start of a bruise just above my pubic mound, the ends of my breasts looked a bit irritated and I had what appeared to be dried sperm in my hair. After my shower, the only question that I could think of to ask my husband was "when is the next tradeshow"?
