Lori stood there, naked and disheveled. Shocked as to what had just happened, watching her lover close her hotel room behind him. But not before he turned to her, winked and exited with a smile.
She was in a fog. What had just happened? Her mouth agape, her hair a sweaty mess. And to break her out of this spell of all things? The warm trickle of Destin's sperm leaking from her sore but satisfied sex, slowly warming a trail down her inner thigh.
The fantasy she had always wanted. The one scenario that she had played over in her fantasies so many times, had actually come to fruition. To act out her fantasy of being taken by a stranger and used like a whore, not only came true but came true right in front of her husband.
She felt euphoric, complete, and above all, sexually satisfied, without a hint of remorse or guilt of conducting herself with those vile words in front of her husband... HER HUSBAND!!!
"Jay!" She blasted as she turned to the closet next to the bed. "Are you okay!?"
As she slid the closet door to the side, there was her husband, Jay. The man she vowed to love, honor and not screw around on, in the closet, pants around his ankles, his dick still hard as she's ever seen, with a smile on his face and eyes bulging out.
"OMG Lori! That was the most intense sexual experience of my life! Jay continued in a verbal rant.
"It was INCREDIBLE to watch my wife making love to another man! It shouldn't be! I should be disgusted! I should be mad! But to watch how you made love was the most erotic thing I've ever seen! I came three times in there!"
Lori let out a sigh of relief that Jay didn't have second thoughts and as she was about to speak, she did look down and see a lot of sperm blanketing the carpet in the closet.
"I'm so glad you feel that way honey because it turned me on as much as it did you!"
The two went back and forth in an excited manner recounting every minute of that sexual encounter.
"And when he bent you over and pushed on your shoulders to get a full access to your ass, I thought for sure he was going to stick his dick in your ass!" exclaimed Jay.
"I know! I thought so too!" Lori retorted. "And you know what?! I think I would have let him!" Lori burst out, looking to read his face.
"Are you kidding? Really?" Jay responded in a shocked look.
"I think so." Lori replied. Still looking to see if she maybe went too far on that last reply.
Jay and Lori had never done anal. Jay never made the move for it and wanted to but didn't know how Lori would be about it.
Lori had wished Jay had tried it in all the years of marriage but never brought it up so as to not possibly gross Jay out and kill the moment in bed but when Destin had complete control over her when she was bent over, she was sure, the way he spread her ass cheeks apart, that his stiff cock was going up her virgin ass. And she would have taken it the best she could. Or could she be able to? My gosh the questions that now surrounded her mind!
While still talking about that incredible encounter with Lori's first sexual encounter with another man, other than her husband, Jay moved over to the bed and sat down in a big sigh, still trying to absorb all that had happened.
Lori had now walked off to the bathroom to start a shower so she could feel better, but to also clean herself out from all the sperm Destin had left inside of her.
After a brief moment of silence for both to gather themselves in different rooms, Jay got up and sauntered to the bathroom.
He saw the foggy silhouette form of his gorgeous wife on the other side of the shower stall, lathering herself up and focusing on her legs and privates, to reluctantly get the remains of Destin out of her.
He still couldn't believe he was married to her. That figure he can't get enough of.
He Italian skin tone with the silver hair. The way her ass cheeks jut out, around and down to a definitive dark line under her cheeks. The deep cleft of her butt crack that show the smooth skin that he loves grabbing every chance he gets.
As she turns away from Jay in the shower with her ass showing toward him, Jay recounts the numerous times Destin had a handful of her ass cheeks in a controlling manner -- once to bounce her body up and down on his rigid pole, and another to spread those luscious cheeks apart to enter her from behind and stare at her brown star of an asshole.
And as Jay recounted those moments, he watched as Destin had complete control her butt,
Lori turns her lathered body around so her round and pert breasts face him through the glass. Her tits are a full D cup and once the lather slides slowly away from her nipples, Jay notices the marks on them left by her lover who devoured them in so many positions. Her nipples still hard led him to believe that she too was going over that erotic night in her lovers control.
"I'm still in a daze and can't believe we just did that Jay!" Lori yells over the water streaming down her body. "My nipples are so sensitive from his mouth sucking on them and his fingers pinching them so roughly that the water hurts them" she continues with a laugh.
"I know you were in heaven making love to him so roughly honey, but it was incredible watching you two. I'm still playing it over in my head!" replies Jay with a smile.
Suddenly Jay's mind goes to those minutes in the closet. Watching the woman he loves, love another. The look on her face reading out signals of lust and excitement and pure raw animalistic love that he hasn't seen since their early years together
Never has she ever muttered "FUCK ME!" and "SPANK ME HARDER" to even her husbanc. It was a bit painful to relive over in his mind but also very erotic in an odd way that he still can't understand.
Now comes the question he had to face. Does he ask her if that was a "one and done" moment?
What if she says, "hell no!"?
As her shower ended, Lori reaches for the dry towel hanging over the shower glass and dries herself off while opening the glass door and staring at the man who had just seen her lose control.
Is he going to ask her the question? Is she going to ask him if she can do it again?
Destin makes it to his room, cleans himself up with a shower and a change of clothes, and heads right back out the hotel room and down to the lounge where he left his buddies hanging.
Once there, the whole team cheers him on in their drunken stupor. They knew he made another score with that silver-haired fox, and they are, once again, going to send him through the ringer of embarrassment.
"So, tell us all about it you stud"! shouts his teammate Tim.
"Yeah, were you actually able to keep it up?!" shouts Kevin as the team laughs with him.
"Mission accomplished men!" Destin proudly exclaims as a beer gets slapped into his right hand while he high fives others with his left.
"Atta boy!" chimes the team as they suddenly settle down a bit and talk about Destin, the woman and the next day's matches in pool.
This group chatter continues for a good portion of the night until one by one, the guys start heading toward their rooms to call it a night so they can get some sleep for their next match in the morning.
Destin and his roommate Tim down their drinks, smack them on the bar, and start their way up to their room.
As they get near the elevator, Tim asks "so was she worth it?"
"Oh Tim" Destin whispers quickly, "she was incredible. She was an absolute freak that would do anything I wanted to her. I spanked her, I tossed her around, I shoved my dick down her throat. Yeah, she was totally worth it and I hope I get more time with her, if ya know what I mean!?"
"Wow Destin. That sounds like an incredible time with such a nice-looking woman." Tim replies with a hint of jealousy. "To be honest I admire you being single and having such wild sex with women."
"What do you mean Tim!" Destin asks jokingly. "Isn't Francine a nice piece of ass?"
"Oh, come on Destin. Now you're just being cruel. You know damn well that my Francine is a great mother and wife but a lover?! Hell no!" Tim whispers loudly out of frustration. "Just look at the ways she dresses.
Francine is your typical librarian-looking woman. Wide hips from too many kids, no boobs from all the breast feedings, and her choice of clothes is the perfect example of a librarian.
