I was enjoying a lazy day at home when my husband called me up. He asked if I was up to going out to the bar that night, and maybe spending the night. Since both of us had been working an insane amount for the last year almost, I jumped at the chance.
Late in the afternoon, I started driving towards the town we were going to spend the night in. I was dressed casually-a camisole for a top, g-string, low-rise skirt that (on me) falls to mid-thigh, and a pair of comfortable wedges. I found the hotel where we were planning on spending the night and checked in, then went to find the bar my husband had planned on meeting me.
He was at the bar, talking and laughing with a guy he introduced as "Jerry". Jerry was tall, about two inches taller than my husband's six feet, decently fit, and attractive. He made me feel welcome, and soon had me laughing and chattin like I'd known him my whole life.
Jerry tried to be discrete with it, but was obviously appreciative about enjoying the way I was dressed. I was planning on spending the time with my husband, so I wasn't flirting much, but because its my personality couldn't help a little bit. We all had a couple of drinks and dinner, as well as had fun criticizing the band that was playing for a couple of hours. I was somewhat surprised though when my husband invited Jerry back to the hotel with us.
We all drove separate, with my husband and I arriving first. When we got through the door, I was fully shocked that he was, in fact, leaving on a business trip shortly, but that Jerry was going to keep me company. I've had plenty of dates with guys I had never met, that my husband arranged for me, but he was always there to pick me up and reclaim me the following morning. He kissed me good bye, then winked at me and told me to have fun before opening the door. Jerry was just coming up the hall, and he and my husband shook hands and traded pleasantries as my husband passed to leave.
I waited in the doorway, my heart pounding with nerves and excitement. Jerry held the door and allowed me to fully enter the room before closing it behind us, then approached me and hooked his finger in the neckline of my cami. He pulled me towards himself by it, then kissed me deep. I was already wet from the flirting and news that I was going to get my first date in almost a year, and the kiss left me absolutely soaked. He turned me around, and moved us so that we could watch ourselves as we started our time together.
He started by slowly easing my cami over my head, leaving me topless. His hands firmly squeezed my breasts before sliding to my nipples, then lightly pinching them and tugging at my piercings. I gave a soft moan and sigh of pleasure, and snaked a hand between us so that I could stroke the outline of his cock through his pants. He repeated the treatment of my breasts and nipples before reaching down to unfasten my skirt, letting it drop into a puddle at my feet. One of his hands kept up playing with my boobs, while the other reached down to start stroking my mound through my panties. It was one of my favorite pairs-black leather, and I thought sexy as hell.
He traced over my mound, then along the edges. He had to lean down to reach, which brought his mouth down to my neck. As he teased me, he started nibbling on my ear and neck. If I wasn't ready to fuck before, I certainly was now. His fingers pulled my g-string to the side, then dipped deep inside me, making me moan again. He wiggled them back and forth, my pussy making squishing noises. He sucked lightly on my neck, his fingers keeping their wiggling, and my pussy making its sloshing noises.
"I've been told you're quite the little slut," he murmured in my ear. I gasped and melted at the words, biting my lip and nodding. His teeth nipped my neck as he pinched my nipple hard and buried his fingers deep in my pussy. I squealed, enjoying the sensations.
"You also like guys to fuck you without condoms, wherever they want," he said.
"Yessss," I hissed.
"So you're a cum slut," he said matter of factly. I moaned at the words, my pussy giving another gush of fluids. "Say it," he commanded me.
"I'm a cum slut," I moaned out. He pulled a marker from the pocket of his pants, and had me uncap it. He gave my nipple a twist before tracing his finger across the top of my breasts.
"Write it across here," he commanded. We watched as I wrote in permanent marker the words-"cum" over my right breast, and "slut" across the top of my left. He squeezed and pulled my nipple hard, hooking his fingers hard against my g-spot. I cried out in pleasure, a small orgasm making my body twitch and spasm. While I was cumming, he sucked hard on my neck, leaving a hickey.
When I had come down, his fingers sloshed inside my pussy. "So soaked already," he murmured. "What goes in here," he asked.
"Cock," I gasped.
