I'm married, but have been in a rather dull marriage. After too many months of no sex with my husband I sought a lover. I've been involved in this affair for two years. My lover dominates me to the perfect degree of comfort for me. He has made me his whore, his slut, and I love being owned by him. We have done a little bit of swinging, and things edgy enough to make me crave his cock and stern hand. One thing that we haven't done that I want very badly is bringing another woman into our arrangement.
Finding the right woman to bring into our arrangement is the challenge. Much like many women who want to bring another woman into her coupling I want someone hot enough to be attracted too, but not so attractive that I find her threatening. After all, my lover is my owner, my daddy, and I don't want him to find another little girl.
I fantasize of being on a trip with my lover and sitting at a hotel bar. I strike up a conversation with a strawberry blonde at the bar showing a bit of leg and a lot of cleavage. She's talkative and telling me she's here on business. My lover is sitting to my left and she is sitting to my right.
The bar gets a little crowded so we're pushed closer together and the side of my thigh is touching hers. I compliment her on her string of pearls which is a long strand and falls at her cleavage. I touch the strand and let my fingers graze her skin and I lightly caress the slope of her chest as I admire the pearls. I look into her green eyes and see that look of pleasure at being touched; she's a little surprised as I notice she has blushed, but I can also see in her eyes that she welcomes the caress. I press my thigh to hers and yes, I get the response I hoped for, she presses back and puts her hand on my knee.
I turn to my lover and say, "Dear I thought you were going up to the room to take a nap." He gets the message and shakes the hand of our new friend. She apologizes for not having introduced herself. She says her name is Rachel and I notice her hand lingers in the hand of my lover. He excuses himself and kisses me on the cheek. He knows the drill; we rehearsed it on our way to the motel. He's hoping I'll be up with our new friend soon.
So Rachel and I chat and she says, "Your husband seems nice." I tell her, "I am married, but he's not my husband. He's the man who takes me for his sexual pleasure and gives me much pleasure in return. I am his whore, his little slut girl and he's my daddy." She raises an eyebrow and gives me a 'do tell more' devilish smile. I tell her it's a long story for another time.
I tell her I love her earrings and touch them and her neck. I intentionally speak too softly so that she doesn't hear me and say, "Your dress compliments your great figure." Not having heard me she leans her ear to me to repeat myself, but this time I tell her, "I hope you don't mind hearing this from another woman, but I find you very attractive and sexy." She gulps her wine and rubs her thigh against mine. I tell her I have to go to the ladies room and ask if she needs to go too.
We enter the ladies room and I am following close behind her. We enter separate stalls and there is some awkward silence. I know each of us wondering who will make the first move. As we're washing our hands and touching up our lipstick I move to stand behind her, move in close and can feel her ass against me. We're looking into each other's eyes by reflection in the mirror. I put my right arm around her waist and move my hand up to cup her left breast. She makes a gasping sound and then a soft moan as I find her nipple becoming erect and lightly roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She turns around to face me and we kiss lightly. She reaches for my ass and and we begin pressing our pelvises together. We caress one another's breasts lightly.
I say, "We can be alone in your room or you can join me in mine if you don't mind my lover watching and pleasuring both of us and possibly returning the favor." She says, "Let's start in my room and finish in yours."
Good thing the elevator is empty as we hit the button to the eighth floor. I caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. I kiss her again and this time she offers her tongue into my warm mouth. I feel my pussy becoming moist. Rachel is moaning softly and rubbing her hands up and down my back.
The elevator doors open and we walk to her room. When we enter her room she says, "I wanted to start here so we can shower alone and get to know one another, then we can go to your room."
She heads to the bathroom turns on the shower, and the most amazing evening is just about to begin.
Rachel is adjusting the temperature of the water and I am standing just outside the bathroom in the vanity area and ask her if I can borrow something with which to pin up my hair. Rachel's hair is much longer than mine and she also reaches for a hair clip, twists her hair up in a loose roll on the top of her head and secures it with the clip.
Admiring how lovely she looks, I smile at her and reach for her hand and turn her so that her back is to me. I unzip the back of her dress and slide it off her shoulders. She is wearing a lacy push up bra and matching hi-cut panties, and thigh high stockings the kind that do not require garters.
Rachel turns around to face me and unhooks the front of her bra. I can't help but reach for her amazing full breasts and firmly cup them each in one hand. She moves to my face and kisses me. I break our kiss and kiss each of her nipples. I swirl my tongue over them and they become more erect and sensitive as I release them. Rachel takes a step back and begins to unbutton my blouse. She proceeds to take my clothes off of me until I am in my pink bra and panties. We kiss some more and our breasts press together as we remove one another's remaining undergarments and step into the shower.
Rachel stands under the showerhead and her body glistens as it gets wet. I reach for the bath gel in the corner and the soft mesh scrubber. I work up a lather in my hands and begin to wash Rachel's back, shoulders, the small of back and her fully round ass. I reach around with my bare hands and lather her breasts, belly, and down to her pubic area. Her pussy is neatly trimmed with just a little strip left for me to lather. I put my hand between her thighs and press my breasts against her back. Rachel turns to face me and begins to wash me. She pours bath gel in her hands and slathers it all over my body. She massages my breasts and gives my nipples a little pinch and tug. She pulls me to her as we face each other and she washes my back and my ass with her arms around me. Our slippery breasts are pressed together and I raise my arms slightly so she can wash the length of my sides.