Double Your Pleasure
My wife Trina is a spectacular looking woman. Men drool over her appearance, her shoulder length blonde hair, sky blue eyes, large natural breasts, shapely hips, and athletic legs.
When Trina is dressed up, which is quite often; she prefers skirts and dresses to jeans and slacks; makes her 'feel pretty'. She usually commands every eye in a room, women included.
The fact that she chose to love me, is to this day, beyond my comprehension. But she did choose and we love each other to the core.
Our sex life is rewarding in its physicality and we stretch the limits of pleasure with toys, and games, and positions, and acts that others may find vulgar. Our motto, if it feels good- do it!
We were driving home from the coast on I-80 to Salt Lake.
Passing through Nevada we'd decided to stop in Wendover for the night.
A couple of Casinos occupied the real estate at the bottom of the exit ramp.
The El Camino sat to the left, The High Chaparral across the main drag.
We chose the Chaparral as it didn't back up to the interstate.
The room was nicely appointed and as we rested from the road Trina spoke up, "This hotel is nicer than you'd expect out here."
"No complaints from me." I was stretched out on the bed.
"I want to dress up and go down to the bar, be your floozy, maybe interest some handsome guys in this..." Trina stripped her cotton print travel dress off and twirled around for me. Removing a cute, silver matching bra and panty set from her suitcase she began preparations.
Sitting on the bed next to me she slid a pair of black, lace top stockings on. "You know, we're total strangers here, if the right situation were to arise," she smiled devilishly while rubbing my crotch through my jeans, "Maybe my Hot Wife fantasy could be fulfilled? Are you in the mood to watch your wife fuck a total stranger, or two, or even a couple of big, black guys?"
We'd talked many times while in the throes of passion about Trina being used for sex by attractive, hopefully well hung studs, while I watched. We'd reconvene afterwards hopefully experiencing the best sex of our lives.
I'd never said yes or no, but always played along while fucking her beautiful pink pussy, sucking her luscious 36G tits, and cumming in her tight vagina or on her breasts, or in her tender mouth.
"I do have the camera in the car. I could take video of it, or pictures, if your desire is fulfilled?"
"Oh baby, that would be amazing- but let's not get ahead of ourselves."
"So, I guess I'm saying yes to your Hot Wife desires." I was growing harder beneath her hand as pornographic images of my wife Trina rolled through my mind. Jealousy could be a factor but would have to be kept at bay.
Trina wanted this and who am I to deny my beautiful, shapely, sex driven wife?
"What to wear, what to wear?"
I had no doubt Trina would look sensational and sexually stimulating by the time we headed downstairs to the lounge.
Trina's "Happy Hour" dress was a modern take on the classic, belted blouse dress. Hers was purple with splashes of black, with big buttons allowing as much cleavage and leg to be displayed as the wearer chose. Of course Trina allowed the maximum of both, the plunging neck line allowing glimpses of her pretty bra, the front slit displaying the lace top of her stockings when she moved.
Her black pumps with a slight platform enhanced her silky, black ensconced legs while her simple silver pendant and earrings reflected the casino lights.
As anticipated, Trina caught a sly look here and there but the men at the slots and poker machines didn't fill her desired sexiness quotient.
Her perfume hung in the air as we glided across the gambling floor to the bar.
We sipped a couple of cocktails chatting with a young couple and the barman.
Trina was strategically situated at the corner of the bar watching the ebb and flow of gamblers wandering the casino floor. Her erotically displayed stockings garnered some looks, a few gazes lasting longer than others, but no-one seemed to be who she searched for.
Disappointed, we'd agreed to head back to the room when a couple of black dudes filled the doorway of the bar.
"Hmmm, now we're talking..." Trina smiled charmingly at the two.
I'd signaled the bartender to close out our bill. As I turned back to Trina the duo had already boldly moved next to my gorgeous wife.
"Gentlemen," I nodded to the casually dressed men.
"Honey, this is Jed and his friend Donny."
Shaking hands, I smiled warmly. I could tell instantly that Trina was extremely interested in the two.
They appeared to be in their mid to late 30's, looked very fit, and were both good looking men. The question was, how to proceed?
We grabbed a four top and while the boys quenched their thirst we got to know them.
Trina was very hands on, touching their hands, forearms, even their knees and thighs under the table.
I knew Jed's hand was venturing up Trina's leg lightly rubbing her stockinged thigh.
"Donny, can I talk to you for a second?"
Outside the bar I nervously ventured a question, "Look, we've discussed Trina being a hotwife, but so far we've never acted on it. She seems infatuated with you guys so I guess the question is, would you two like to fuck my wife?"
It was a couple of of hours later when all the arrangements were complete. We'd agreed to meet at the entrance to the Hotel/Casino. Trina, now Katy, looked stunning. She'd donned a short haired, brunette wig, had put on her sexiest black, lace lingerie, darkened and enhanced her eye make-up, and wore a thin, clingy, very short, royal blue dress. A simple black ribbon necklace encircled her neck.
I pulled up to the front acting like an Uber driver.
While Trina, (Katy- the first half of her name) prepared for the evening's festivities I'd been busy arranging for a room at a sufficiently sleazy motel, setting up the camera and tripod, adjusting the lighting, and working off the stimulation running through my body.
