We found his ad on Craigslist. He was coming to our hometown and was looking for a fun couple to hang out with. After chatting with him online for a few weeks, we decided to at least meet him for a few drinks. We figured we should see if we "click" in person.
Tonight was the night. I watched you shower and noticed the extra attention you gave yourself. The way you groomed your pussy. (You like your hair short and trimmed. The "erotic adult" look as you call it.) You dressed in your sexiest bra and panties. A thong of course. Then the strapless dress and short skirt. An outfit to get his attention. An outfit to make a statement. You're sexy, and you know how to flaunt it without going to far. Just watching you and imagining your thoughts aroused me... and we weren't even out our door yet.
As soon as we arrived at the hotel bar, had walked up and introduced ourselves, I could tell you were attracted. You'd liked his pics, but I could see how intrigued you were face to face. Your eyes traveled up and down, taking in his body, his smile, and his instant charm. You wore a very comfortable smile and he sensed your desire, an instant chemistry that carried it's own intensity. And as the drinks flowed and the conversations bounced from subject to subject, the magnetism increased. The distance between you two narrowed until your bodies were barely separated. I was more and more an outsider; a witness to the events upfolding in front of me. My wife's desire for another man. The physical desire building in intensity and radiating a warmth that engulfed all three of us.
We'd had a few drinks when he suddenly turns and looks at me and then leans in and whispers something in your ear. You giggle. Smile. Giggle again. Then eyes flashing. Cutting over to me.
"He's asking if we want to come up to his room."
"Is that what you want?"
"You know what I want dear. And I know what you've been thinking about since we pulled in this parking lot. And you're going to get it... all of it."
With that, she looked at him and said, "Let's go up."
The elevator had barely shut when he began walking her back. Hand on her throat. Lips on her lips. Their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. I noticed his hand sliding lower. Cupping her ass. Her hips pressing into him. My cock swelling.
"5th Floor"
And we arrive. No turning back. I feel the butterflies. The slight feeling of fear of knowing I can't stop this. His cock soon to be in her pussy, taking what's only been mine for so many years. But I follow them... hand in hand... him pulling her to his room. Her giggles. The swipe of a card key and the turn of a handle and we all three stumble in.
