After Mark left for New York, Missy was a little depressed. My wife and I did everything we could to keep her mind off him, which usually meant sex. I also found out that Missy wants to be fucked hard when she is depressed. Between her and my nymphomaniac wife, it was all I could do to keep them satisfied.
Not that I was complaining about that. The first week they had all sorts of contests for me to judge blindfolded, such as whose pussy was wetter after they came, whose ass was better to fuck and who gave the best blowjobs. Also, our house became a regular nudist colony since was always topless, which led my wife to join her in nakedness.
The first weekend that Mark was gone, Donna and my wife took Missy to the Lake of the Ozarks to Christmas shop and party. That Friday night, Christy came over, since Kevin was out of town for the weekend, and spent the weekend with me.
Missy and Sara returned from the Ozarks Sunday night with lots of stuff, including tattoos. Missy got a tribal tattoo on her lower back and Donna got her belly button pierced. They also returned with sore pussies and assholes, something about partying with a group of guys Saturday night, which meant I would get the night off. I did not mind, since I had been cumming two times a night, and five times over the weekend with Christy, since Mark had left.
The next few weeks went quickly and my wife and decided to take a weekend vacation to Chicago the weekend after Christmas. It would give us a chance to get away and give Missy and Mark some time alone at our house since he would be home for that weekend.
We left for Chicago early that Friday morning. We checked our luggage at the hotel and headed out on Michigan Avenue until our room was ready. By that afternoon, we were tired and headed back to the hotel, checked in. We took a nap until about 5:00, then got ready to go eat and dancing.
My wife wore a pair of skin tight, and I mean skin tight, black pants that sat every low on her hips and a low-cut long sleeve blouse that was see-through except for around her tits.
We ate in the hotel restaurant and then took a cab to the House of Blues. I could tell from the tone of my wife's voice, she was ready to have a good time. We got to the club, checked our coats and headed for the bar. I ordered a scotch and my wife a White Russian, along with two shots of tequila. My wife and I downed the shots and she slammed the drink I had ordered.
She said she was heading out to the dance floor so I looked for a seat after I ordered her another drink. I found a table to the left of the main dance floor and watched my wife. She had already found a guy to dance with and she was currently grinding her ass into his crotch and they danced to the beat. I could already feel my cock stir watching her. After the song, she gave the guy a peck on the cheek and found me at the table.
We ordered another round of shots and my wife was off to the dance floor again. Again, it was not long before she had hooked up with a guy to dance with and they were bumping and grinding to the beat. Both of their hands were all over each other as they were practically dry-humping each other on the dance floor. However, no one noticed because the scene also occurred with every other couple out there.
After a few songs, my wife headed back over to our table, out-of-breath and very thirsty. She finished off her drink and ordered another as I headed off to the bathroom. I knew she was getting drunk, because I could feel the effects of the wine we had for dinner and the drinks we had at the club.
After I finished in the restroom, I headed back to our table and found my wife had been joined by two guys. One of them was the second guy she had danced with. Both of them were a couple years younger than we were and both looked fit. They were laughing as I got to the table.
"Hi, honey," my wife said. "This is Paul and Evan. They wanted to know if they could sit here since all the other tables were taken."
"Absolutely," I said knowing the question had been rhetorical from my wife. I nodded at both of them and they returned the nod.
"Evan here is a pretty good dancer," my wife said pointing at the guy she had been dancing with earlier. "I don't know about Paul, but I'm gonna find out right now."
Sara got off her chair and led Paul out the dance floor. While they danced, Evan and I made small-talk.
For the next hour or so, Sara took turns dancing with Paul and Evan, each time getting more and more risqué.
We all continued to drink as they danced, returned to recover and then went out to dance some more. I remained seated, watching my wife dance and each time I got more aroused.
Around 11:00 all four of us were at the table and pretty drunk.
"Jeff, tell me, doesn't it bother you to watch your wife dance with other men," Evan asked. "I mean, shit, we're practically dry-fucking right in front of you."
"Well, Evan," I said drying to sound profound through my drunkenness. "All of this dancing get her pussy so fucking wet, that by the time I get her back to the hotel, she gonna be begging me to fuck her."
Evan was a little taken back by my boldness and both of them were taken back when I pulled my wife into me and kissed her deeply. Sara returned the kiss and we had our tongues down each other's throats for the next minute or so.
After we broke our kiss, Sara immediately got up, grabbed Paul's arm and headed off to the dance floor, which left Evan and I at the table.
"I'm sorry if I shocked you," I said.
"No big deal, I just wasn't expecting you to be so forward. So let me see if I have this right. We get her all worked up on the dance floor and then you take her to the hotel and fuck her. Seems like you two have this down pat."
"Well, we've been married for a few years now," I said noticing the disappointment in his face. He had no idea what I was thinking. "You seem upset. You knew we were married when you came over to our table tonight. The ring on my wife's hand when you two danced the first time should've let you know. You're probably thinking that we've used you as part of our night."
"Yeah, I've had a great time dancing with her. She's so hot. You're lucky to have her."
"I know. I guess you're thinking that if I wasn't here that you'd have a chance to fuck her tonight."
"Well...ummm, yeah," he managed to stutter out. "She's really hot and with the way she dances, I bet she is great in bed."
"So, do you want to," I asked.
"Want to, what?"
"Fuck her, tonight back in our room. You and Paul, while I watch."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes. And if you two aren't willing, I'll find someone else in this bar tonight."
"Wow, I've never done anything like that, but OK. I'm sure Paul will be up to it also."
Our conversation ended as Sara and Paul were coming back to the table. I whispered into Sara's ear that Evan and Paul would be coming back to our room with us. Evan must have told Paul the same thing, because as my wife's eyes brightened and a smile broke out on her face, Paul looked skeptical.
"He's serious," I told Paul. "This girl here is a superslut. I have to fuck her twice a day to keep her satisfied. I was hoping you guys could help me out tonight."
All Paul could do is nod yes. After we got our coats, we headed outside to hail a taxi, which took no time at all. I got in the front, while my wife got in back, between Evan and Paul. Evan was more comfortable with the idea than Paul, because I noticed his hand rested high on my wife's thing and was slowly stroking her inner thigh. Paul, meanwhile, just sat next to her.
She must have censed his uneasiness, because she moved closer to him and put her hand on his crotch.
"You like that," I heard her say to him. "You must, 'cause it seems excited. I can't wait to suck on it."
She pulled his face toward her and kissed his lips, which relaxed him because he returned it deeply. As she turned her body to kiss Paul, it gave Evan a better angle to play with her pussy through her pants.
It was a good thing it was a short taxi ride back to our hotel, because if it was any longer, they would have been fucking in the back seat of the cab. We got out and headed inside.
Once we got on the elevator and headed to the 18th floor, I decided to take control of the night.
"Sara, since you were kissing Paul in the cab, you need to let Evan feel your tongue in his mouth."
"Okay, Paul unzip her pants...the zipper is right there in the back," I said directing him as my wife kissed Evan. "Okay, now pull them down and take them off....hand them here...and now her panties...good...stick a finger in her pussy..good...now finger fuck her until we get to our floor."
The bell in the elevator rang indicating we had arrived at our floor. The door opened and we got out and headed to the room. My wife acted as if nothing were out of the place, even though all she had on was her blouse and heels. Evan and Paul seemed to walk as if they were trying to hide their obvious erections.
We were about five doors from ours, when one of the doors opened and an older gentleman entered the hallway. My wife made no attempt to cover herself and the guy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at my half-naked wife.
We arrived at our room, I opened the door and everyone entered.
"Evan and Paul, why don't you two go over and sit on the couch," I directed them. "You might want to get out of your clothes. That is, if you want to. Sara, take off your top."
My wife did as she was told and exposed her tits, which had very erect nipples on them. It took Evan and Paul no time to disrobe and sit on the couch. Both had very erect cocks. Evan was very average in length and width, but Paul's cock was at least eight inches and very thick.
"Wow, look at the size of that thing," my wife gasped. "Its at least..."
"You are not to talk tonight slut," I interrupted her, "unless I tell you to. Is that understood whore?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile.
"Yes, what," I asked her as I smacked her very hard on the ass.
"Yes, sir."
"Much better, at least for a fucking whore. Now go over there and start sucking on Evan's cock and while you doing that, jack Paul off."
