Ian and his wife, Sara have been married twenty years. Theirs is a great marriage and they love each other very much every day of the year. They married at twenty-five after they'd both had several lovers prior to marriage, but when they married, they elected to have a more traditional sex life; with each other. The passion and desire were there and they made the most of it -- together.
Ian is about five-eleven, with a pretty good build and women have always given him the eye. He has a good body and is blessed to have a seven-inch cock and two above average balls.
That said, the pretty one in the marriage is his wife. She's a woman of five-seven with brown hair, and a great body. She has more than ample tits and curves in all the right places. She's a really passionate sex partner and fucking her is the best thing in Ian's life. Her name is Sara.
They married shortly after college and they're about to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary. After a couple of years of marriage, they decided to have kids. But it just didn't happen. Doctors had no real reason, but came to the conclusion that Sara would never be able to have kids. Over time they came to accept this as part of their lives.
They were in the fourth year of marriage and planning their fifth anniversary. They'd decided to take a trip, and stay nice hotel that normally they'd have considered too expensive. They'd make it a long weekend and stay three nights. The thought of living in such a grand hotel for a long weekend excited them. It seemed unattainable, yet they would be doing it. Their anniversary is in June, so when the date arrived, they packed up and headed to the hotel. It was rather a long car ride so they talked along the way.
"You still haven't told me what you want for your anniversary," Ian said.
"You're giving me this trip and I assume that I'll be fucked silly for four days, what more can a wife ask for?"
"What about the 'other thing' we talked about," Ian asked.
"What 'other thing'," Sara asked.
"You know. We talked about starting a new tradition where we have other people for sex on our anniversary."
"Oh, that," she said.
The way that she shifted in her seat in the care told Ian that she hadn't forgotten and that it still interested her. She always did that seat shifting thing when she was starting to get aroused.
"So," Ian said. "Shall we make our anniversaries fuck-someone-new day each year?"
"But we haven't made plans for that this year." she whined.
"Plans? What plans, let's go wild. We'll find a couple or you can find a man and we'll just fuck. With your body, I'm sure we'll have no trouble finding someone. It will most likely only take your walking into the bar and twenty cocks will be pointed your way."
Sara leaned back in the car seat. She knew he was right. Just a little short dress and a top to show off her tits and she could have any man in the bar. She shifted in the seat again as she felt her moisture. "We'll see. But, won't you be jealous? You'd be okay with some other man's cock in my pussy?"
"On a regular basis or in secret, then, yes, I would be jealous. But once a year, I could make that work if it made you happy."
"We'll see what we find at the hotel," she said as she reclined the car seat and gazed through the window at the passing landscape.
Ian pulled into the entrance of the hotel and the car was fallen upon by a tribe of uniformed staff. They were helped from the car, their luggage taken in hand and the valet made off with the car. Ian immediately noticed that several of the young men of the tribe were keeping their eyes on his wife. She deserved it.
Ian registered and just like in the movies the desk clerk tapped a bell and the bellhop appeared to help with the luggage. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties with light brown hair - some would call it blond - and a good build - most likely from carrying all that luggage. He said, "Follow me. You're on the fourteenth floor."
By the time we got to the tenth floor we'd learned that he was a college student working to pay his tuition and that he had a girl friend who had gone home for the summer. He was a nice, clean-cut young man. He was Carl.
Sara looked over at Ian in the elevator and winked. "I think I know what I want for our anniversary!" With that, she reached over and squeezed Carl's ass. He turned and smiled at Sara with a knowing smile. He then looked over at me and his smile slowly disappeared.
He let them into their room on the fourteenth floor and proceeded to bring in the luggage. He did the speech regarding the hotel features -- dining hours and the like.
Sara had sat on the edge of the king bed and then just fallen back. Her legs were slightly ajar and Ian could see her bright yellow panties. Ian knew that Carl had noticed them too. He smiled like a wild animal that had just spotted its prey.
He was handing over the room key to Ian when Sara got off the bed and came over to Carl and Ian. "Carl, what time do you get off tonight?"
"I'm off at nine."
"No," Sara said. "What time do you get off?" And with that she reached over and stroked his cock through his pants.
Carl looked at Ian and Ian smiled and nodded. "My shift is over at nine. I'll be getting you off by ten."
She gave him a peck of a kiss on his cheek and he fumbled his way out the door.
"Do you think he'll be back," Sara asked.
"Fuck yes. That horny little bastard is already counting the minutes."
They took a shower together in the room's huge shower and went down for dinner. Passing through the lobby, they saw Carl; he had a big smile on his face. Dinner was amazing and amazingly expensive, but it was their special anniversary extravagance.
After dessert, Carl came by the table and said for everyone to hear, "Are you finding your room satisfactory?" Then, leaning to Ian's ear he asked if he needed to go out for condoms. Ian told him no, that Sara couldn't get pregnant so he was free to have his way with her.
"Thank you, sir," Carl said aloud and walked away.
At nine-fifteen, there was a small knock at the door. Ian opened it and there stood Carl. He'd changed from his hotel uniform into a t-shirt and slacks. He came in and Ian closed the door behind him. Sara was reclining on the bed wearing only panties and a bra. Her luscious body was relaxed and inviting.
"Hey, guys," Carl said. "This is great. Miss, you're beautiful; absolutely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He reached down and removed his shoes and socks and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. His pants went last and he was naked except for his boxers. He moved across the room and climbed onto the bed beside Sara. They started kissing with passion.
Ian slipped out of his clothes, tossing them aside until he was bare. Carl looked over with shock on his face and said, "Hey, I'm not into guys!"
"Not to worry, but this is a threesome. I doubt you have enough cock to satisfy this woman. We can tag-team her. She'll love it," Ian said.
Ian got on Sara's other side and together, Carl and Ian shared her tongue and tits. Soon her nipples were pert and hard with excitement and anticipation. Sara sat up enough to slide Carl's boxers off of him revealing a nice, if not average, cock. He was already very stiff.
Ian slid down to lick her pussy and Carl slapped his cock against her face and then pushed his cock between her lips. She opened. He moaned.
Sara had a 'thing' about her bellybutton. It was a hot spot for her so as Ian moved down, he stopped to lick all around and inside her navel.
Usually, when Ian got ready to lick her pussy and clit, he'd spread her legs, but on this night, she had already spread her legs. Her pussy was totally ready for the licking. Her pubic hair was trimmed fairly short, but was still there to be seen. Ian passed the broad of his tongue up and down the crack formed by her pussy lips.
Carl was getting vocal telling Sara to 'suck his cock like a bitch' and 'take it until you gag, you slut'. He had leaned forward on his hands and was face fucking Sara aggressively. Abruptly, he pulled out. "That's enough for now, bitch. I don't want to lose anything that I can leave in your cunt."
Sara was starting to buck her hips as Ian's tongue circled her clit. He knew that if he kept it up, she's cum in no time. Instead of continuing with her clit, he pushed two fingers into her pussy hole and wiggled the fingers. She started to mix grunts with moans.
Ian looked up and Carl was removing her lacey bra. He tossed it on the floor and lay Sara back to the bed. His tongue went to her nipples as he groped her big tits. With Ian at her pussy and Carl licking, sucking, and tugging on her nipples, Sara was growing into such a state. She came with a series of yelps.
Carl released her tits and whispered to her, "I have to get into that pussy now - right now!"
Ian moved aside and Carl moved between Sara's legs. Ian knew that soon Carl would be balls deep in his wife. Although Sara and Ian had talked about this at length and she seemed to be good with it, Ian had to confess that most of his consent was because she wanted to try this out. But now they were at the moment from which there would be no return. Carl kneeled between her legs, his cock hard and eager. Ian could tell that Sara was excited and waiting for his entry. Ian stared as the head of Carl's cock moved to Sara's pussy entrance. Ian felt his own cock harden as Ian saw Carl push into her. She was so wet from the two of them fondling her that Carl slipped in easily in one continuous motion. Carl was in. His cock had disappeared from site into Ian's wife and Ian could see Carl's balls pressed against her ass. Sara let out a loud moan.
Carl was young, but it was obvious that he had the requisite experience. He cocked her pussy like a pro and soon she was alternating between grunts and moans interrupted occasionally with a "oh, fuck me - fuck me".
Ian decided not to watch Carl's cock sliding in and out of his wife, so Ian moved up and played with her tits. This just increased her pleasure. Inside Ian was hoping that if she came, very vocally, that it would push Carl over the edge and make him cum too. Then Carl could take his cock out of Ian's wife.
It worked. Sara was soon at the peak of the most intense orgasm that Ian had ever seen in her and moments later, Carl pressed into her one more time and called out "I'm cumming! Fuck!"
It must have been about thirty seconds before Carl's body quit lurching as he blew his cum into Sara. When he withdrew, Sara told him to move up so that she could clean his cock for him. He did just that. She loved doing this for me, but to see her doing it to another man - - a man that had just cum in her - - made Ian uneasy.
