I collapsed on the floor and gently eased my worn out pussy off of the mechanical cock. I was sweating, shuddering, shaking, and laughing all at the same time. I had just cum multiple times on a fake cock that I wanted to take home with me. How did I end up in a hot mess on the floor? Well, the cause was my husband and his 25th anniversary gift to us, or mostly me.
It was our 25th anniversary and recently we have done a few sensual massage sessions with a masseuse coming to our hotel to have some fun, though I've not had sex with them. Well, I guess it would be correct to say the erotic massages have included everything but penetration.
Recently we stumbled across several videos of women taking their turn on the Sybian sex machine and I had expressed an interest to my honey in taking one of them for a spin.
As a mid-fifties married lady, I've never done anything like that. I'm not a bad looker at 5'3" and 130 pounds with 36DD's and a decent ass. I still get hit on and turn a few heads with my shoulder length dark Italian hair and my nice hips, but I have never strayed in my marriage, though there have been a few times when I did have the chance. Our sex life is good and I can cum three or four times when my hubby pushes the right buttons.
My husband had planned this event for about two months although I thought it was just going to be another sensual massage as a treat when we headed off to the Residence Inn near the beach to celebrate our anniversary.
We have had two sensual massages in the past couple months that were crazy fun. It involved lots of touching and got crazy but did not involve penetration. I did things I never thought I would do so as this night got started I was super horny and couldn't wait to get back to the room and get the massage underway.
We went out for drinks and dinner and we shared two bottles of wine. I decided to dress a bit slutty tonight, something I never do when we go out. I stepped into a red cupless strappy bra and pulled on a lacy red, crotchless pair of panties that had three strings wrapping around my ass in a tiny thong-type look that barely covered my ample ass. I was teetering on six inch, "knock-me-down-and-fuck me" high heels. I pulled on a bright red, mini-dress that was mid-thigh, and grabbed my tight hips and ass, outlining all of my curves.
I'm guessing I was inappropriately dressed for my age. But I was having fun.
I knew that red would be an attention-getter and it didn't take long for the guys in the bar to start drooling over this old lady. When I went to the ladies room a young guy followed me and wanted to know how he could take me home tonight. I told him it was my husbands lucky night but he could dream. When I returned my honey started joking about which one of the guys I would fuck. We had good laughs in the next hour talking about the drooling guys and which ones would be good lays and which ones would be duds.
All the talk, the anticipation of what was ahead with an erotic massage, and the wine were making me super horny and I could feel the juices flowing. The bar tender delivered us another bottle of wine courtesy of a couple guys at the far end of the bar. I guess they thought a scantily clad Cougar would be open to them despite having her husband tagging along. If I finished their bottle of wine they may just be right.
As we opened the bottle my honey suggested that I go over and give them a proper thank you. I teetered over to the guys, both of whom were at least 25 years younger than I, and wrapped my arms around them. I thanked them for the kind gesture and touched each of them on the leg. They warned me to not start the launch sequence. We shared a couple laughs and I returned to my husband.
"I guess they were hoping for more than that." hubby said.
"Oh, yes. They wanted me to leave you at the bar and head back to their hotel room where they would double-team me and give me something I'd never forget," they promised.
"Well two is better than one," my husband smiled at me. "I'm surprised you are still here," he laughed at me.
"You'd love to watch them pound me wouldn't you?" I surprisingly suggested to him.
"Well that would be quite a sight. A little live porn with you as the center piece. Sounds interesting," he smiled back. "You'd love to be pounded by them," he smiled some more. He was not wrong.
Over the years we had shared fantasies with each other and never acted on them The double team fantasy sounded great in a fantasy but I'm not sure I could ever get into at my age, but with the wine going down tonight the thought of my husband watching me getting hammered by two younger guys sent a tingle right down to my toes. And it certainly added a little moisture to my scant panties.
My favorite porn to watch with my hubby was the group orgies where there are bodies all over the place and it's crazy. The thought of the two guys crawling all over me certainly turned me on at the moment. What would it be like to ride a strange cock anyway, I wondered?
"You would really hate seeing two strange cocks pounding me," I giggled to my guy.
"You may be right about that but I would love to see them licking your wet pussy," he smiled back. "I watched the masseuse lick you a few months ago and I loved how you responded and it was awesome to see your eyes roll back in your head and your legs spread far apart right before you came on his tongue," he recapped the event.
Shit, I was hot at the moment. We both let the thoughts hang out there as we sipped more wine and watched the people come and go at the bar. My husband looked at his watch and said we would need to get going soon as the masseuse he had scheduled would be meeting us a the hotel in the next hour. We sipped more of the wine and watched the people come and go.
I was feeling daring so I spread my legs to give any interested passers by a look at the crotchless panties. I may be 55 but I was acting like a drunk 20 year old, something completely out of character for me. My husband was encouraging me and teasing me about how he was going to fuck me in the room tonight.
After all, we were hundreds of miles from home so I could act like a total slut and not worry about seeing my neighbors. That would certainly get them talking.
And suddenly my two twenty-something admirers showed up with another bottle of wine and asked if they could join us. We told them we were just getting ready to head back to the hotel.
"Time for action," the brown haired young man offered.
My husband intervened, "actually it is our anniversary and we have a masseuse coming to give her a massage in the room."
They both chimed it that they would love to watch the show and I blurted out that I would drink to that. Damn, wonder where that came from? The wine, the wine.
My husband took one look at me and invited them back to our hotel to watch the massage. He told them they could enjoy the show but it was as spectators and not participants. They both agreed, grabbed me by the hands and off we went to the Residence Inn, my honey walking behind us watching my escorts take me back to the room. Oh the possibilities I thought as we walked. And the feeling in my pussy? It was aching.
They followed us in their car and I asked my husband if he was sure about the two guys joining us in the room. He assured me that he was and that he knew we would not cross the line. He told me there was already going to be an audience as he had ordered another treat for me, and no matter how much I groped his hard shaft while he drove he would not come clean with it.
We spilled into the parking lot and headed for our one bedroom suite. I couldn't believe I was heading to the hotel room with my hubby and two strange 20 somethings with nice bodies and hard cocks.
As we headed up the elevator the guys just stared at my MILF body, no doubt noticing my nipples, pushing hard against the red dress. My husband noticed them staring and simply told them they were spectacular. The guys assured me they hoped to find out and I teased them saying they may never know because I'd be covered in a towel for the massage.
I stepped off the elevator and I could feel three sets of eyes burning into my ass as I headed to the room. When I got to the door it was open about an inch and I looked at my husband. He said he had left the room key at the desk for the masseuse so I stepped inside.
"Hello gorgeous lady," the greeting came from a man sitting on the couch in the living room of the suites hotel. About six feet from the couch and resting on the floor was a Sybian sex machine. Hmm, that was not included in the discussions about this weekend. About five feet from where I stood was a massage table with towels and oils awaiting to be occupied.
I had interrupted a friendly conversation the man was having with a well-dressed woman in her mid-forties. I had never met either one of them.
"Well what is going on in here," I inquired.
"Happy Anniversary," my husband chimed in and the others followed with a similar greeting. I looked at the strange machine on the floor, then looked at him, and then my mind ran wild with anticipation.
"Good evening beautiful lady," the 40 something man with a dark tan and medium build stepped forward and reached out his hand. I looked him over as I met his hand and he appeared to be in good shape, standing about 5'8" with a dark shock of hair and a warming accent.
"My name is Carlos," he said as he lifted my hand and kissed it softly. "It is my goal to give you great pleasure this evening, madam."
"And how do you propose to do that Carlos?" I inquired. "By the way, my name is Meredith," I remembered
"An intoxicating name to be sure," he drooled.
Just listening to Carlos made me hot and I was totally engrossed with him from the first minute.
"I will use my hands and your choice of exotic oils and in the next hour and you will feel the stress melt from your perfect body," Carlos promised.
I was thinking that the stress would turn to extreme erotic tension and anticipation as the room teamed with bodies. I was very concerned at this point that I was about to have a night of bad decisions, but I could hardly wait to get the first one out of the way.
"And your lovely wife approves of this endeavor," I nodded toward the woman still sitting on the couch. She had sandy blonde hair, a happy smile, and was appealing to look at from where I was standing. She was gorgeous, but you had to look closely to see it.
"Amanda?" Carlos inquired. "Oh no, Amanda is not my wife. I just met her twenty minutes ago when she knocked on the door and hauled in the machine sitting on the floor. I do wish I had met her years ago, but tonight it was my pleasure to talk with her while we waited for the "star of this show."
Amanda jumped up and introduced herself as the sex machine expert and the owner of sleek little machine. I thought it would be bigger than it appeared, but it was sitting quietly in the middle of the room.
Amanda was wearing tight-fitting, black yoga pants, a loose white t-shirt, but I could see that she was sexy and her features highlighted her gorgeous face.
