This is a true story of living out a fantasy while on vacation with my husband during the winter of 1995.
We were on vacation in the San Diego area, a coast away from where we lived. Business had brought my husband here and he took me along for the trip. At that time, we had been married for over 10 years, and although we had a good sex life, we were always looking for ways to spice things up a bit.
We had been talking about my feeling less sexually attractive to men during the plane ride out. My husband disputed this, saying that despite being almost 40 years old, with my smooth skin and 5'4"well toned body, I was still a fox.
This made me feel somewhat better, but I still had that lingering doubts about what men really would think of me sexually. This discussion continued during the first several days of our trip in Southern California. My husband pointed out men who would turn to get an extra long look at me as we walked by and directed my attention to those that guys who would stare a little too long when I was out at pool side sunning in my string bikini.
The resort hotel that we were staying at was perched on the edge of a calm Pacific Ocean bay and complemented with wonderful grounds and facilities. Clusters of palm trees, tropical plantings and the warm California weather gave a certain sensual note to the resort.
On Friday night, the day before we were scheduled to fly back home, we had planned to go to the bar at the resort and listen to some live music that was advertised. We then planned to enjoy some drinks while listening to the music, have a romantic dinner together at one of the resorts restaurants and then retire to our room for some adult fun.
The bar was situated along the bay side area of the hotel. It featured an open air stage for the band, a large wooden bar with places to both sit and stand at the bar and groups of tables tucked into a myriad of tropical plantings all accented by dim, romantic lighting.
That afternoon, my husband surprised me by suggesting that we begin by sitting apart when we got to the bar just to see if anyone would "hit" on me. I thought it was more likely that they would hit on him than on me, but my interest was aroused by his suggestion.
We had shared a long time fantasy about me making love to another guy or guys with his knowledge and consent. This fantasy had remained strongly stimulating to us in bed, but one that we had never had either the opportunity nor the ability to carry any further.
It would probably help the reader if I provided some further insights about myself. There are several things in life are great turn-ons for me and the strongest of these has always included feeling a man cum inside of me. I love feeling cum any place as long as it is inside of me somewhere. For some reason, I just adore the feeling that a cock makes as it squirts it's thick liquid into me. I absolutely relish all of the feelings, the smells, the tastes, indeed everything about it.
This feeling, or even just the fantasy about it, had always served as a very big sexual turn on for me. I guess by some definitions then I could be called a "cum slut". I just never had the opportunity to experience two or more men sexually before and therefore enjoyed what cum the men in my life could individually give me when we had sex, feeling lucky to get what I could get.
My mind turned to the pleasant task of getting ready to go to the bar for our evening out. I had decided that I would dress in a short black skirt with a special pair of crotch-less pantyhose that I had been saving for a special occasion. This seemed like that occasion. For my top, I chose a halter-top without a bra to accentuate my 36B firm breasts. My medium blond hair was brushed back at the shoulders and with my makeup on, I thought that I really did look more like 20 something than 40 something.
I discreetly placed my wedding and engagement rings in the room safe as well, without my husband being aware of this action. I just figured it would make for fewer questions if something were to possibly happen. I really felt that this was just an exercise in advanced fantasy play more than anything else, but at least my rings would not raise any issues if something should potentially happen.
We entered the bar about 9 pm, with my husband taking a seat at a table near the entrance and me finding the one single seat still available at the bar. From this point, we could still see each other fairly well. The band was just beginning, playing very danceable oldies type music. I ordered a margarita and enjoyed both the drink and the music for a while.
A group of young men were seated next to me and we eventually struck up a conversation. I was attracted to one guy who had long dark brown hair, blue eyes and an expressive face to go with it. He was about 5' 11" or so, slim build with just the right amount of muscular definition to his chest and arms. His looks could be described as "cute" in a grownup, handsome manner.
I waited until he looked in my direction to make eye contact and say "Hi". As we began talking, I found out that we had several things in common, including both being originally from Ohio.
They were all from LA and were part of a band that was in between tour dates and were staying at the resort. They were all at the bar thinking that they would catch some of a competitors show and wind down after a month of nightly gigs. After another round of drinks, he asked if I danced. I told him that I did, not bothering to tell him that my husband never did, so that this would be a wonderful treat for me too.
Up on the dance floor, I found him to be a good dancer, and I followed his lead though several songs until the band played a slower tune. It was at that point that he let his left hand wander down to the small of my back and began gently pushing my body closer to his and alternately softly rubbing the top of by buttocks. We kissed, tentatively at first, progressing quickly to full open mouth tongue kissing. The rhythm of the music combined with the effects of the alcohol in the drinks. His touch was intoxicating and I floated away to all of the myriad sensations I was experiencing.
By the end of the song, his hand was firmly massaging my ass and my body was pressed close enough to his that I could feel that he was indeed already quite hard as well as nicely endowed. I was sure that I must be dripping wet too as we walked off the dance floor after all of this excitement.
It was then that he spoke those magic words, "Do you want to go somewhere else? "I really didn't know what to say because I really hadn't thought that things were ever going to get anywhere near this point tonight or ever. I mean I was a happily married woman, who, unless I missed my guess, my husband had just gotten an eyeful of all of this as well.
I scanned the crowd, pretending to think about his offer and found my husband's eyes. He was smiling and subtlety nodded his head "yes". I took that for his acceptance of what ever I might want to do.
I turned to my new friend and said, "Yes, I have a car parked in the parking lot, lets go there". He smiled and let me lead him to our rental car. We had rented a Mustang Convertible for the trip to enjoy all that Southern California had to offer. Now I guess it would have more to offer than we had ever imagined!
I let him into the passengers seat, and got into the driver's seat. I had left the top down and so we were bathed in both the wonderful moonlight and warm sea breezes. He produced a joint from his pocket and asked if I would like to join him in a smoke. I said sure, not having smoked much since I had been married, but in for a penny in for a pound as they say. We passed the joint back and forth and it was quickly apparent to me that this was strong pot.
My head was very definitely spinning and any sense of reality that I ever had was quickly leaving. His hands found my breasts under my top as I struggled with his zipper. I leaned over the center rest area and took out his cock. He was still semi hard and had precum on the tip of his cock. I licked that off and began sucking on his ever-hardening member. He was obliging and was rock hard before too long. As I sucked him deep into my mouth, I looked up and saw him leaning back in the car's passenger seat, eyes shut, face lighted by the glow of the moon, mouth slightly open. It seemed that I hadn't lost my touch after all of these years of marriage. He placed a hand on my head and helped guide me to the rhythm that he wanted.
Before too long I was rewarded by the feeling of his balls beginning that "about to cum" spasm, his cock beginning that "humming" vibration, his mouth making grunting sounds and then finally, his cock erupting into my mouth with a load of cum that tasted delicious. I swallowed it all and looked up to see his satisfied face. He told me that I was great and asked me to come back with him to his room. I was so high at that point that I would have accepted any invitation by anyone to anywhere.
We left the car and somehow he guided me back to his room on the hotel's expansive property. All of the rooms at this resort were "suite" style with a main living room, a kitchen area and the bedroom towards the back. All were on a single level and each had it's own balcony and porch areas. As soon as we arrived in the bedroom, my clothes just seemed to fall away. I worked on his clothes and managed to get his pants and underwear off.
