A gentle knock on the hotel door sent both of their hearts racing.
The husband stood from the chair in the corner and took a deep breath. He walked to the door, placed his hand on the knob and paused for a second, hoping he wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
His wife was the most extraordinary partner in and out of the bedroom. Their relationship was fun, healthy and fulfilling in every way. Their sex life was the stuff of legend. They were beyond satisfied with each other. They had explored each other's bodies fully and pushed their own boundaries with new toys and positions and new experiences, like making love in well-lit hotel windows for strangers watching in nearby high-rise hotels.
She was the most phenomenal, world-class lover a man could ask for, beyond anything he had ever imagined possible, and her pussy was perfect beyond his wildest imaginations.
She was a woman who knew what she wanted and knew how she liked to be pleased. She was selfless, giving of every part of herself, fully, totally and generously. She was a master of making love; every millimeter of her body was magic, her every action, exciting. She knew exactly how to rock her hips when straddling him to massage his cock's most sensitive spots, her amazing mouth instinctively pulled his shaft and head with the perfect suction, and she was absolutely obsessed with his cum inside her and on her. The more the better.
He could only describe her in one word, "exquisite." She was so incredible he could not keep her to himself any longer. He had fantasized many times about this night.
He turned the knob and pulled open the door to find a tall, handsome black man standing there with a gentle grin on his face and a vase of fresh-cut flowers.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Robert asked.
"I sure hope so," he replied. "After tonight, there may be no turning back."
Robert stepped into the room, walked past the closed bathroom door and placed the vase of flowers on the TV stand. He kicked off his shoes and looked at the husband.
The husband sat down in the chair, took a swig from his whiskey and said, "Alright, babe. I think we're ready."
As he heard the bathroom door slowly opening, Robert turned to see his present for the night.
She nervously stepped from the hotel bathroom looking like the most wonderfully-wrapped gift.
Her 5'6" curvy frame was wrapped tightly in white lacy lingerie, a slightly see-through one-piece covered in a matching thigh-length robe.
Robert's heart nearly stopped and his dick twitched in delight.
His eyes traced from her blonde hair flowing down the sides of her head, her gorgeous face, light-blue eyes and full red lips down the sultry vee of the neckline. Her firm, full, C-sized breasts resisted the tautness of the piece. The brown areola and hardness of her nipples peeked from beneath the sheer fabric. Robert's eyes travelled further down to the light brown tuft of hair on her mound, barely visible beneath the gift wrapping.
"Wow! You look delicious," Robert said.
"Thank you," she replied. "And you look very handsome."
"I brought these for you," he said, gesturing to the flowers.
"Thank you. They are lovely," she replied, walking over and bending to smell their aroma.
"YOU are lovely," Robert said, stepping close to her and placing his large right hand on her left cheek.
He leaned down and pecked her on the right cheek.
She looked over at her husband, who held up his drink approvingly.
"Thank you," she said.
She stepped back and assessed what she was about to get into. Her husband had taken all the precautions at finding just the right man, and she fully trusted his judgement.
She looked Robert up and down. Starting from his neatly-trimmed hair, her eyes roamed down his handsome face and light green eyes to his strong clean-cut jaw line. His undershirt bulged slightly at the chest. His sport coat was buttoned professionally, covering his waistline, and his matching trousers fit snugly on his muscular thighs.
Their eyes met, and they stepped together.
His large hands went to her upper arms and squeezed slightly. Her hands reached under his arms to the small of his back. He tilted his head down for a kiss. She closed her smokey eyes, tilted her head slightly too and timidly lifted herself up on her tip toes.
Their lips met for the first time in a gentle, soft peck.
She opened her mouth wider and he pressed his large, soft lips against hers. Electricity raced through the recesses of her insides and her heart thumped in her chest.
Their kisses got wider, wetter and deeper. Their tongues tangled in a passionate exchange. A gush of wetness flushed from her pussy and her clit tingled.
Her hands moved up from the small of his back. The strength in his shoulders was intoxicating.
His firm hands moved back from her upper arms and down her back. He pulled her firmly into himself. The bulge in his groin pressed into her stomach.
She broke off the kiss to catch her breath and pushed her forehead into his chest.
"Wow. She's a great kisser," Robert said, looking over his right shoulder toward the husband.
"Oh. I know," said the husband. "She puts me in the mood with just one kiss."
Her hands moved down from Robert's back to his waistline and then around to the front. She unbuttoned his coat, still looking down his chest.
His jacket spread open, and she could see the lump in his trousers. She took a deep breath, pulled her forehead off his chest and slid her hands up along his stomach to his chest, feeling this stranger's firm, fit body. She ran her hands up to his shoulders, and, in one swift motion, pushed Robert's jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor. The sleeves of undershirt clung to his well-defined arms.
She stepped towards Robert again and they kissed again. His hands went to her hips and then around her waistline to her back. As they continued their oral assault, his hands slid down to her ass. He grabbed each cheek with his hands and gave a firm squeeze and slight upward tug, feeling what the husband had described to him, a nice, round, hand-filling bottom.
Robert took a half-step back and bent down a little further, his lips gently grazing her jaw and down to her neck. With his lips parted, he gently licked her neck. She inhaled quickly and he vacuumed the wet spot on her neck into his mouth.
His hands wandered from her bottom down the outsides of her strong thighs as he continued French kissing and sucking the wet spots on her neck. He curled his fingers and lightly ran his finger nails along her legs up to her hips.
His strong hands pressed against her hips and he pushed along the sides of her body, grazing up the sides of her breasts with his forearms. She quickly inhaled again.
He slid his hands up, slipping her robe off her shoulders and onto the floor.
He pulled his head back and looked down her body.
The V of her lacy lingerie dipped almost to her navel, her C-cup breasts pressed into a long, tight line.
Robert's took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He knew he was in for an amazing treat.
"Damn, baby," he said. "You are freaking fine as hell."
Her chest heaved up and down and her hands were suddenly clammy.
"Thank you," she replied.
She, too, had dreamed of this night, imagining the sensations and excitement of taking a new lover. It had been a long-time fantasy of both the husband and wife with many, long conversations that later led to quick and hard climaxes. And now, it was finally happening.
She briefly thought about her husband's dream of watching her with another man, which helped her push aside her second-guessing.
She reached down with her shaking right hand and gently grazed the front his trousers. Her fingers brushed along the bratwurst-sized bulge, and a hot flash surged from fingers straight to her clit.
She stroked the palm of her hand up and down along his zipper and pressed more firmly into his cock. She tightened her grip and gave a hard upward tug. His dick pulsed and grew in her hand.
"Oh my," she gasped.
She grabbed the hem line of his shirt with both hands and quickly lifted as Robert raised his arms above his head, and she tossed his shirt to the floor.
She bit her lower lip noticing how his lower abs formed the top of a wide V just above his trousers.
She slowly lowered her hands down to his belt buckle and began to fiddle with the latch. She unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to his ankles.
Her mouth watered at the mass of cock and balls straining underneath the thin fabric. A quarter-sized wet spot clung to the strawberry-sized knob pushing against his red, bikini underwear.
He stepped out of his pants and kicked them backwards toward the husband's chair, then he leaned down and stripped off his socks. The husband sat his drink down and leaned on the chair arm for a better view.
She gazed into Robert eyes with ferocious fiery desire. Robert's eyes locked on hers as she slowly knelt in front of him. He put his hands on his hips. Standing there, he looked like a Greek statue.
She shifted her gaze to the mass of manhood inches from her face. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, her mind racing about what she so badly wanted to do.
The wife leaned in and lightly flicked the end of her tongue on the wet spot. Robert's dick twitched in delight.
