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.
"Would you like a whisky?"
"No thanks, I don't drink whisky."
"Then start stripping, I'm just going to watch. Make it slow and sexy."
"Oh, ok."
"By the way, you aren't auditioning, you've already got the job, you're just practising."
Ann started nice and slowly, lifting her top up and over her head, swaying her delectable hips to imaginary music, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, then draping her bra between my legs, stroking it up across my crotch. I could barely feel it through my clothes, but the idea was nice.
Next she presented her two breasts in turn to my mouth, and I licked and suckled on each of them, engorging them in the process.
Finally she turned her back to me and lowered her skirt. Her taut gorgeous bum was presented to me, and as she bent forward to pick her skirt off the floor, her cheeks stretched apart revealing an unbelievably inviting brown rose bud. I wanted to fuck her arse as soon as possible and as often as possible.
She turned and walked over to me, parted her legs and sat on my lap to kiss me passionately, getting her tongue as far in as she could, kissing my eyes, my ears, my forehead.
"Get on the bed Ann," I pushed her backwards on the bed so she was lying with her legs off the side.
I stripped off my clothes as quickly as I could, eager to smell and taste her sex.
"David, I haven't washed or anything, I may be quite smelly." she said as I moved my head forward, my mouth getting nearer to her folds.
"I'm glad you haven't washed, you smell fantastic, and now I'm going to taste you."
I planted a little kiss on her pussy, then licked up the length of her slit. I repeated the upward lick, slowly, five or six times, then I thrust my tongue in as far as I could get it. I moved my tongue down and started licking the bridge between her pussy and her bum, then down further to give her bum a good thorough licking. I pressed my tongue as hard as I could onto her puckered anus. It was too tight at first, but I kept pushing, again and again, until finally the resistance caved, and my tongue was inside her rear cave. I wriggled it around for a little while, while my right thumb found her clitoris.
"Oh David, that feels so good."
I couldn't answer, but kept on doing the same thing for a while. I withdrew my tongue and applied it to her engorged bud, flickering over her clitoris, building her excitement. As she was getting close to orgasm, I stopped stimulating her bud and started long upward licks on her slit, enjoying the taste of oysters as her juice oozed out of her pussy onto my tongue. Three times I returned to her clitoris to build her up towards orgasm, and three times I stopped, and went back to the upward licks. I was driving her crazy with frustration.
"Please David, I'm begging you, make me cum, I'm going crazy!"
I didn't answer, just went back to her engorged button and started firm slow upward licks right on her clitoris. I know she wanted faster, but I also knew she would finally get there, and the intensity would be amazing when it happened.
"Oh David, you bastard, I'm getting closer and closer, but it's driving me mad! OK, just don't stop, I'm getting really close now, don't stop!"
Finally she had her screaming, shouting convulsing orgasm. Her legs flapped about, and she managed to kick my ear, then she clamped her legs together, lifting them up so my tongue was back in her arse again. This time there was no resistance and plenty of lubrication from her dribbled pussy juices. I pumped my tongue in and out of her bum as she kept on cumming.
As her orgasm subsided, I stood up and lifted her properly onto the bed. I lay beside her and put her hand on my cock. It grew quickly, and grew some more, until it was fully hard.
"Wow David, what a big boy you are, and what a lucky girl am I."
I had waited long enough, so I rolled on top of her and started fucking her. Long powerful strokes, which she really seemed to appreciate.
"Oh David, you're hitting the end stop, every time you get all the way in you bash against my cervix. No one has ever done that before!"
