A few months ago I was travelling in Scotland on business, and stopped overnight at a small hotel called the Buccleuch Arms, in Melrose in the borders. It's a fantastic hotel, and I highly recommend it. It has rather an intimate atmosphere, heightened on this trip by the fact that the only other residents on that cold autumn night were a couple. The wife was quite attractive, but fairly demure in her choice of clothes, and they both seemed rather quiet.
I showered and changed and went down to the bar to have a drink before dinner. The couple were there, sitting quietly together, and they both looked up as I walked in and went to the bar. A very pretty girl appeared behind the bar, and I got my drink and sat down, quite near the couple, as it was a very small bar.
They were having a whispered, yet heated discussion which I couldn't really hear, but then the husband turned towards me and whispered to his wife.
"Well, what about him?"
"Geoff, you're embarrassing me!"
They both turned back to look at each other, so I couldn't hear so clearly, but having realised that they were talking about me, I listened extra hard.
"Yes, well, he looks alright, quite good looking really."
"So, shall I ask him to join us?"
"Geoff, are you sure you want to start this, you have no idea where it might lead?"
"Yes my love, I'm sure. I've been obsessed by the idea, and I have to find out if it's what I really want."
"Ok, well, I'm going to pee, so why don't you ask him while I'm gone."
The wife of Geoff got up and headed for the loos, giving me a chance to appraise her arse, which I rated eight out of ten, which is a good score which she justly deserved. I really wanted to fuck her, and hubby immediately got up out of his chair and walked over to me, ready to hand his wife to me on a plate. That was my best guess, anyway.
"I hope you don't mind me interrupting you, but, we were wondering, since we seem to be the only people staying here, and you seem to be on your own." Just get on with it man, boiled in my head, "so we wondered whether you would like to join us for dinner?"
"I would love to Geoff, I'm David, by the way."
"Shall I call you Dave?"
"No, call me David."
"Oh, right, ah, here's my wife, Ann."
"Hi Ann, I'm David, and I've accepted your husband's invitation to eat with you both. I hope I don't disappoint."
Ann gave a little sly smile, as she spotted that I already knew what game was afoot.
We started to chat about the usual mundane things, weather, jobs, where we were from and so on, and when the menus arrived we discussed the choices and ordered at the same time, prompting the pretty girl, who seemed to be doing every job that evening, to ask if we were going to sit together. The attractive wife immediately said yes, if that was ok with me, which, of course, it was.
We went on talking, as the courses and wine were consumed, and I spent the time looking into Ann's eyes, looking at her delicate hands and imagining them stroking my cock, gazing longingly at her pretty pale pink lips and imagining my cock sliding between them. In return, Ann looked into my eyes with a little conspiratorial smile. As we were near the end of our final course I sensed the couple looking at me a bit strangely, and also glancing meaningfully at each other. Finally, we ordered coffee, and a cognac each, and I noticed Ann raise her eyebrows at her husband, and he nodded his head, signalling that he still wanted to go ahead with his plan.
"My husband has something he wants to say to you David. I hope you won't be too shocked."
"Yes, right, well the thing is," this guy was really annoying me, I wanted to get on with fucking his wife, "I have been having a fantasy for some time."
"For Christ's sake Geoff, tell him what it is, before we all die of boredom."
"Sorry my love, well, the long and the short of it is, I fantasise about my wife having sex with another man."
"And you want me to be that man?"
"That's it exactly. Please say you aren't horrified"
"Good grief Geoff, your wife is gorgeous, I'd love to make love to her for you."
In my view, one of the best sexual experiences a man can have is to make love to another man's wife. I've done it on several occasions, and even had an eighteen month affair, and I've always loved the heady thrill of cuckolding some poor dumb idiot.
There are two basic situations, there is the situation where the husband has no idea, and it's all a delicious secret. It's fun, but far better is when the husband has fantasised about the idea of becoming a cuckold, because it is quickly followed by the realisation that he has lost control of the situation, and that the fantasy isn't playing out the way he imagined it. This was going to be just like that.
"Ann," I started, "I would love it if you would come up to my room so I can make beautiful love to you."
"I'd love to come up to your room David, but what about my husband?"
"I don't want him there Ann, it may be his kinky fantasy, but I want to make it our romantic and erotic reality. You can tell him all about it tomorrow. Geoff, I intend to keep your wife overnight, so we'll see you tomorrow at breakfast. They do a really good Scottish breakfast here, by the way. Shall we say 9am?"
"Oh, right, yes, nine am it is, sleep well."
"I don't think we'll be doing much sleeping Geoff, and probably, neither will you. Don't wank yourself silly though, there's a good chap."
And with that humiliating comment we both stood and walked together towards the lift.
As soon as the lift doors shut, we were at each other, kissing ravenously as I got my hand up her skirt and between her legs. I immediately encountered a pair of big granny knickers, which did not give easy access to her pussy, although I did notice that the gusset was already damp. I put both hands up her skirt, held both sides of the panties and yanked them down to her ankles. At the moment the panties hit the floor, the lift doors opened.
"Oh shit!" Ann exclaimed, reaching down and wrenching her big panties clear of her feet, no doubt hoping no-one would be standing waiting to get in to the lift. She wasn't lucky. An elderly couple stood there, and as Ann retrieved her panties from the floor, and walked out onto the landing, the couple looked at us and tut tutted.
I used my key card and unlocked the door to my room, giving Ann a little kiss on the lips, before patting her cute bum and ushering her into my love nest. I held out my hand for the boring beige underwear.
"What do you want my panties for?" she enquired, already handing them to me.
"I'm going to throw them away. You must never wear boring granny pants ever again. You aren't Bridget Jones."
"But all my panties are like that!"
"Then you must throw them all away. If you are to be my girlfriend you'll only wear sexy lacy thongs."
"Am I to be your girlfriend? Not just a quick fuck?" she said with a real hint of excitement in her voice.
"Hopefully, yes, if you do as you are told."
"Oh I will David, I promise I will."
I walked over to the dressing table, dropped the panties in the bin, and started pouring myself a whisky. Ten year old Ardbeg.
