Emily Sasha Desire And Delight

My husband visited the bathroom before we headed back to our room after a sumptuous dinner.

The comings and goings fascinated me. Business executives, hookers and late night gym users, on personal missions to fuck over, fuck anything for cash and pump like fuck, in that order, passed me by paying little attention to my furtive spying.

I'm proud to be an accomplished, surreptitious watcher of people and things.

This time, someone far more accomplished than I, stalked me with their eyes.

I felt excited, her fascination in me drove mine in her. My heart pounded, I panicked from self-induced tension, one eyeball or a twitch of my head away from capture.

The flight attendant furtively averted her eyes, as did I, when the orbit of our gaze intersected. Our battle for voyeur supremacy felt somewhere between dodging a leering perv on a tube train and studying the cute boy in row four, centre aisle.

I felt aroused, my senses spiked and surged, signalling danger, pleasure, and taboo throughout my body.

I was alive, both hunter and hunted.

I stole a few frames here and there with secretive glances directly or through reflective surfaces, building a picture in my mind. Relishing what assembled, one pixel at a time.

My phone buzzed, distracting me from our latest oculus tryst. I was at a disadvantage, my enemy could ravish me, stealing my image forever.

"I'm sorry, I feel unwell, so I went straight up."

"Fuck! Why didn't you say something?"

"You're playing."

"What do you mean?"

"The air stewardess wants to fuck you. I'm not blind. Go ahead!"

I fumbled with my phone, dropping it under the table. By the time I recovered, she was gone.

"She's gone now, anyway."

I felt confused. We'd never fantasised about having anyone else before, and now suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, my husband gave me permission to fuck a woman.

"I don't understand."

"I don't mind."

"You don't mind what?"

"If you and she fuck each other."

I stood up in protest, as if my innocence were still possible or my lust could be hidden. I scanned the room in case my husband was playing a silly joke, but there was nothing for my iris to report that was remotely out of the ordinary.

A key card on the glass table caught my eye. I picked it up, checking my own was still in my jacket pocket.

It was.

I couldn't remember this being here.

Room 625.

"I think she left her room key."

"Use it then."

"Fucking hell, John, where did this come from?"

"Twenty years of marriage and my deep, loving trust in you. I saw the way you looked at her and I know you want to try her out, so I'm giving you my blessing. She's already seduced you, anyway."

I sat heavily, tossed her key card back on the glass table as if dismissing the idea, then panicked and ran headlong into emotional turmoil.

My phone buzzed.

"Chill out, darling. I know you're panicking. I won't judge... just enjoy, or not, as you wish."

God, I love that man, but my wedding vows were carved into my heart and I just couldn't see myself committing adultery, regardless of John's encouragement to do precisely that.

I agonised, wrung my hands while watching the phone buzz with messages, sliding across the glass table until it almost fell off.

I read his encouragement and affirmation of undying love for me.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you love me, wife?"

"Absolutely."

"Enjoy her, then come and tell me all about it."

Butterflies exploded in my stomach, sending hormones that excite, thrill and delight surging through my body. A hedonistic feeling swamped my mind, urging me towards her even though I'd only drank two glasses of wine and sneaked a peek.

I picked up her key card, stroking it with a thumb, considering its opportunity, yearning for the woman who'd left it, while feeling deeply conflicted.

What the fuck! John wants it, I want it, and she definitely wants it.

I strolled nervously to the bar, engaging its manager.

"I'd like to pay my bill, please."

"The lady picked up your tab and asked if you'd bring this to the room."

He handed me a bottle of Veuve Clicquot with two crystal flutes. My favourite champagne's orange branding aroused me, invoking memories of the bathtub, hot tub, and kinky bedroom sex with John.

She was pressing my buttons.

The chill of the bottle sobered me slightly, dragging me away from arousal. My knickers felt damp, evidence that she'd already seduced me. I floated towards the bank of elevators on a cloud of enchantment, commanded by her mystique, imagining a debauched evening ahead.

"Hello?"

Her room was dark when I let myself in, but a dim light was switched on as I closed the door, having hung a privacy notice on its outer handle.

"Come in, please."

She had a sexy soft American accent that pressed more of my buttons. I tiptoed into her bedroom, like a thief in the night, until rounding the corner, beholding her nakedness.

"I'm glad you came."

She smiled beautifully, making her pleasure to see me very obvious. Her eyes lit with delight and desire, my favourite bedfellows.

"Umm, me too, I feel odd though, sorry."

I stood at the end of her bed. She was naked and raised her knees seductively, opening wide, offering a full and perfect view of her pussy.

"Is that for me?"

"It's your prize for being courageous."

She was beautiful, in a cute, 'girlfriend for life' way. I wanted to drop the bottle, sink to my knees and worship her plump slit with my tongue forever.

"You came for this, right?"

She drew her labia apart, between two fingers, making sure I inspected her pink cathedral in all its glory.

And it was... glorious!

And I felt... delirious!

"Yes, I did."

"Would you like champagne first?"

"Not really, would you?"

"If you go down first, then I should like to, if that's okay."

I popped the champagne cork and felt dribbles of fizzy nectar sluice through my fingers while the good stuff, having soaked my knickers, trailed down my left inner thigh.

When I sat on the bed beside my new friend, she dallied her fingers up my inner thigh, knowing what she'd find.

She struck gold, smiling, tilting her finger as if able to propel my juices back. I poured Veuve with a shaking hand while she pulled my knickers aside, sliding two fingers inside, circling my hole to harvest my juicy yield.

She withdrew her fingers, stealing a whiff, then a lick.

"You taste divine."

"Do you want this champagne?"

I stole a sip while she sucked her fingers, showing her tongue, making sure I knew she'd enjoyed me.

"I'm Sasha."

"Emily, hi."

She dipped both fingers in champagne, removed them and returned to fingering my pussy, massaging Veuve into my labia. When she withdrew her fingers again, Sasha presented my bounty, and I lapped hungrily.

"The alcohol, grapes and your pussy nectar make honey."

"Yes."

"Fuck yes!"

I could have swallowed gallons of it and passed her glass, freeing myself to make a start on that goal. I knelt on the floor as if praying while Sasha swung her legs out of the bed, shifting a pillow to support her head.

She dangled her thighs lazily over my shoulders, spurring my back with her heels, encouraging me to devour her.

I licked her labia, wrapping my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer. I warmed to my task immediately, as if I were a pro, swallowing her juices before trailing my tongue upwards onto her clitoris, sampling her engorged slimy yummy pearl.

"Uh, argh! I h-had a great f-feeling about you."

"Mmm."

Me too.

I didn't speak, for fear of losing my place inside her or the flavour I'd already become addicted to. My head buzzed as I broke a personal taboo and I couldn't imagine ever not servicing a woman again.

I sucked hard on Sasha's clitoris while her ass ascended into a climactic wave. She lifted her legs off my shoulders, gripping the sheet with her toes, peddling up the bed until arched like a crab.

I devoured her cunt, cupping her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands.

"Oh f-fuck, oh my! Emily, this is sooo awesome."

I rimmed her spangled anus, unsure why, needing to be a filthy slut. Her core trembled excitedly, so I licked again, poking my tongue inside her rectum, while strumming her clit gently with one deliciously slimy finger.

"I'll cum soon."

"I can feel it. Your juices are flowing nicely."

"I really like you. I knew when I saw you downstairs with your husband."

'Husband.' It hit me like a battering ram, but I didn't stop. I was too invested in her orgasm to allow infidelity to ruin it. I resolved to deal with my conscience later and keep eating my new girlfriend out for now.

I soaked a finger, sliding it carefully into her asshole, returning my tongue to Sasha's clitoris, flicking and sucking. I rode her ass, feeling inside, pressing against the warmth of her inner walls.

I plunged my tongue into her pussy hole to harvest juices pooling there and within the folds of her labia.

"Argh! Argh... f-fucking Jesus Christ. I'm cumming, babe!"

Pussy juice streamed from my knickers, dribbling down my thighs. I couldn't speak with my mouth full and needed to focus on two digits gently massaging her rectum. I moved with Sasha when she bounced uncontrollably, licking her as hard as I could, tracking her clitoris until she begged for mercy.

Then I drank her juice, cleaning her while she descended from a mountain of ecstasy.

"Please, kiss me!"

Sasha wrapped me in her arms when I crawled up her body, brushing my lips with hers, twisting tongues, while I snuggled against her firm body.

She licked my lips, seeking the sweet, white ejaculate from her Skene's glands. It seeped out just as I finished her, a tribute to my excellent work.

I lay in Sasha's arms, enjoying the sensual touch of her fingers stroking my back, and the soft kisses she planted on my neck.

"It's your turn now."

"I can't do it."

"Why, babe."

"My husband, John."

I crept down the hallway, disheveled, thankful that our room was on the same floor as Sasha's. When I opened our door and snuck in, I knew John was asleep.

I knelt beside my sleeping husband, running my fingers through his hair until he lifted peacefully from his slumber.

He focussed through blurry, sleepy eyes, recognising, then smiling before kissing me.

"Oooh, someone had a good time. How did it go?"

"I licked her good and really enjoyed it."

"Did she lick you?"

"No."

"Why not, babe?"

"That's what I asked your wife too."

Sasha lay her head on my shoulder, smiling affectionately at my husband while kissing my neck. He reached his hand upwards, held my chin, offering all the love in the world through his eyes.

Sasha lifted his hand, licking John's fingers before guiding them between her legs to discover and rub her well licked cunt.

"Your wife wants me to lick while you fuck her doggy style. Then she wants me to eat your cream-pie from her pussy. I agreed, it's the right thing for all of us."

"You want me as well?"

"Yes, please."

We answered unanimously, giggling, then kissing, rolling into John, joining him on our bed.

Sasha went straight for my husband's cock, enthusiastically stroking his shaft to half-mast, then sucking him deeply while I fingered myself, readying my pussy for a damn good fucking.