If you read my other stories, you know we are a m2m couple in their early 30s. average bods, we try to hit the gym every now and then, but haven't been constant enough to get ripped.
For our 4 year anniversary we went on a dinner date to a very nice hotel's restaurant in the city we live in.
I made the reservation and was quite excited because I had a new jockstrap I wanted to wear that day for the first time.
Now I haven't been wearing those for a long time, so sometimes they would get uncomfortable. In order for me to avoid that, I would oil/lube up my butthole, that way the jockstrap's knot would slide around easily without bothering me.
So we got ready, and I don't think he noticed what I was wearing or that l lubed myself in and around my love hole. 20 minutes later we were being greeted by the hostess and walked to our table - it was a very nice and clean place.
I was kind of horny after all that time, the jockstrap knot had been sitting right on my rosebud, and whenever I tried to readjust myself while driving, it felt like I was rubbing my finger tips there which really just made me want to ride that thing.
I had a few glasses of wine during dinner, he skipped wine and had some refreshing drink - it was a warm summer.
After the check, we realized the valet's ticket said cash only and we usually don't carry any cash. Luckily the waiter informed us there was an ATM downstairs by the bar. After getting the cash we needed, we both needed to pee so we went to the bar's restroom - the bar was already secluded from everything else of the hotel, it was like underground almost. It was also decorated as a hunter's house/cabin. The restroom had two urinals and one stall. The stall was walled from floor to ceiling, and it had a full door.
We each got in front of a urinal, but I lowered my jeans beyond my ass cheeks, revealing them and my sexy jockstrap. My husband looked surprised but quickly started getting hard. I didn't move after I was done peeing, I just stood there. He walked close to me started rubbing my ass and then my butthole, learning it was wet and ready for his cock.
"We are going to get caught" he whispered as he looked towards to the restroom's door. He spanked me, closed up his jeans and walked to the sink to wash his hands.
I stepped away from the urinal, and without pulling my jeans up, I walked into the stall. Looking at my husband as I did that. He followed me with his eyes.
In the stall, I pulled my jeans lower, to my knees. And facing the toilet I placed one knee on it and my hands against the wall, allowing me to pop my ass and my hole up.
