Hospitality Sex

Hospitality Sex

IN SOME PLACES AROUND THE WORLD A HUSBAND WILL OFFER A HOUSEGUEST THE ABSOLUTE, MOST GENEROUS HOSPITALITY POSSIBLE. READ ON.

"Do you remember the time in the classroom after work?" I said as we cuddled after a very heated session of Sunday morning lovemaking.

"We were crazy," Claire said. "A couple of animals in heat."

"You liked it," I said.

"I loved it," she answered. "You bent me over the desk with my panties down and took me from behind as I stood with my legs apart right next to the chalk board."

"Exciting," I said.

"That it was," she said with a sigh.

"You sat on the desk and I ate your pussy in the dark," I said recalling a great moment of surreptitious sex.

"Absolutely nuts," Claire said. "People were still at school. We were insane."

"But we loved it," I said.

"We must have," she said.

"What about the time at Black's Beach under the blanket right on the sand?" I said.

"Crazy too," she said. "We have been nuts. Bat shit ridiculous. There were hundreds of people all around us."

"Fucking exciting, right?" I said.

"Fucking crazy, idiotic, and exciting," she answered.

"We screwed under the blanket," I said, "right on the sand with all those sunbathers surrounding us."

"And the one at the concert, in the crowd, standing in the audience with my legs open while listening to Rod Stewart," she said rolling her eyes. "And all those people cheering us on like we were some sexual sporting event."

"Incredible," I said. "Fucking to the tune of Maggie May."

"I came twice," she said holding her hand over her mouth embarrassed that she'd done such a thing. "We have done some crazy shit," she said.

"When you did the policeman who pulled us over for a taillight, and it was in the backseat of his squad car," I said. "You sitting on his lap facing him, your dress up and his meat deep in your pussy and he let us off with a warning and a kiss to you."

"And he got a call in the middle of it and you took the mic and said, 'All clear.'"

"That was all I could think of," I said. "What about the time in the pickup camper when the kids said it was rocking and we told them it was the wind and to go back to sleep."

"I am not sure they believed you," she said, "but I think they went back to sleep."

"But the van kept rocking," I said.

"Nearly all night," she recalled. "You were insatiable."

"You weren't without passion yourself," I said.

"I was young," she said laughing. "I was horny."

"Like when you baked the cherry pie and it instantly became my favorite dish," I said.

"You got pie all over the bed," she said laughing.

"It was delicious," I said. "So was the pie," I added.

"You're awful," she said.

"I sure do love cherry pie," I said smiling. "Could eat it every night. It is the breakfast of champions. A cherry pie a day keeps the doctor away," I said chuckling.

"And when you asked me to go without panties when Ted came over and I had goo oozing out of me all night but nothing happened," she said.

"I had great mental images all night, though," I said. "I could think of nothing but your bare pussy under that long dress right on the couch next to me," I recalled. "When he left we made up for it, right?"

"You were an animal," she said shaking her head.

"I am a stallion," I said.

"You are a lecherous old man," she said chuckling. "You're depraved."

"But I am lucky because I have a Mrs. Depraved," I said. "You have been right there through all of this."

"I was corrupted," she said. "Enticed by a dirty old man. I was a virtuous young daughter before you got ahold of me. I wouldn't have let you loose in bed with a cherry pie if it wasn't for your corrupting me," she said.

"You tasted so good that day," I said. "You were just waiting to be induced into doing naughty things."

"Like talking me into swimming nude in the fountain in Barcelona," she said laughing.

"Exactly. You couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough," I said. "And who talked who into doing it in the cloakroom at the church at Wendy's wedding?"

"I got caught up in the excitement of the new bride and groom," she said laughing.

"You were as horning as a sailor on leave," I said. "I think you wanted to fuck the groom."

"He was delicious," she said recalling the episode. "I could have eaten him for breakfast. You were panting like a puppy in heat around the bride the whole weekend, too, my boy."

"She was hot. I guess they both were," I said. "You remember when we went camping with that couple, Sue and what's his name, and we swam nude with them and we both were horny for them the whole trip, but they were both only turned by each other?"

"It was a damned sexually frustrating trip as I remember," I said.

"You wanted for her to take a hike with you, but all she wanted to do was fuck her husband," my wife said.

"Silly girl," I said. "Look what she passed up. Fuck of a lifetime," I said.

"Evidently, she didn't see it that way," she said with a smirk. "Thought her hubby was the hunk."

"Just shows she's not as smart as we thought," I said laughing.

"What about the time at the swinger's convention and that good looking blond came and asked you if you were the author, and you said yes, all impressed with yourself, and all she wanted was to know about me?" she said, recalling one of my most embarrassing moments.

"What I think we should do is make some new memories," she said. "We have some great old ones, but I think we need some new ones. Exciting stuff, like we used to have."

"You have any ideas?" I asked.

"I do, yes," she said. "I have been reading about societies where the man of the house, as a courtesy to a houseguest, invites the guest to share the husband's wife for the night. Next month Allan is coming to visit from New York. I think as a courtesy, you should share me with our guest," she said with a grin. "What do you think?" she asked with a shrug. "You think you could share your wife with a houseguest?"

"Interesting," I said. "You would sleep with our guest as an act of good manners to our friend?"

"Exactly," she said. "Like offering him a bed to sleep in, or a meal. Offering him a woman for the night. It would be your way of welcoming him into our house, good manners. We both would be providing him with a kindness as a hospitality, a token of good will for our guest. Could you?"

"I could if you could," I said. "So you would be willing to be offered as a token of our hospitality?"

"I would, yes," she said with a smile. "I can be very friendly when I want to be."

"Then when he gets here I will offer him a night with the hostess," I said. "If he's interested."

"Oh, he'll be interested," she said with a confident grin. "That part will be up to me. If I can't interest a man in a good piece of ass, I have no business being a desperate housewife. Allan will be putty in my hands," she said smiling. "This should be memorable. We can talk about this for years."

"Could even become a tradition," I said. She nodded in agreement.

We began preparing the guest room, talking out a strategy, and we decided it would be at dinner that I would make the offer the first night. I would explain our proposal, ask him if he's interested, and let nature take its course. We would treat it as a complimentary gesture of friendship, explain to him our thinking and see if he would like to accept our token of hospitality.

If he would, she would take him to bed at the end of the evening. They would be expected to do whatever they were so inclined. We would explain we had no expectations, no house rules, or obligations. He could say no thanks and there would be no hard feelings, although my wife would be sorely disappointed, we just wouldn't say that.

It was like a landmark event and we were both terrifically excited as the time approached. We talked about it, inventing scenarios, planning particulars, and fantasizing about things that might happen.

My wife loves oral, both giving and getting, so we knew it was a definite possibility. I knew she liked them big, so we talked about things she may do. Her pussy has wide lips and is fairly long, so we imagined things he might do and what he may like. I thought he may like her pussy, as most men, I guessed, like a bald mound and wide, splayed lips. She gets very wet and discharges a great deal of watery liquid during sex. We hadn't even done anything yet, but it was already giving us hours of enjoyment imagining things and talking about what might happen. She asked me if I knew anything about his manly equipment, which I didn't, and we speculated about the possibilities. If he was long and thin she would be pleased, but if he was thick as well as long she would be ecstatic.

"What size shoe does he wear," she asked, trying to get an idea about his dimensions. I said I thought he had big feet and she swooned. We figured they just might stay in bed all day after his first night, and I talked about things I might do if they decided to keep fucking right on through his first day.

There was a golf match on tv and a movie I might go see. It actually began to excite me to think of her entertaining Allan as our guest as we were planning. This was surprising to me, because I expected to want some action myself. Strangely, I was as excited as if I was involved in the sex with a female houseguest, as well.

I began picturing them in my head, seeing the two of them fuck in our guest room like college students on Easter Break in Fort Lauderdale. I knew what she likes, so I saw her doing all of that with our houseguest on our guest bed right down the hall from our bedroom.

When he arrived she gave him a warm kiss that foreshadowed our invitation for him to sample the hostess. He looked surprised, but adjusted quickly and gave her a hug that told us he would be fine in accepting our offered hospitality.

We chatted during dinner and he was comfortably talkative with Claire and my hopes went up. I felt as I watched them, that our houseguest would be fucking the lady of the house before the clock struck twelve. My heat increased as I watch their sexual heat rise in the room. I hadn't even made the offer and I was already seeing progress.

It was after dessert I made my offer of hospitality. I folded my napkin and set it in front of me. I stood up, formally. "It is the tradition in many houses around the world, for a houseguest to be offered the greatest range of hospitalities possible. So, in that tradition, I would like to offer you the pleasure of my wife for the evening, in fact, for the extent of your stay here with us," I said.

He folded his napkin, sat it in front of him, and looked up. Slowly, he said, "I accept your kind offer of hospitality." Claire stood up and went around the table. She kissed him.

"I am so glad you accepted my husband's offer," she said, taking his hand. "Would you like a soak before we adjourn to the guest room?" she said quietly. He nodded and she said, "We don't wear suits here. Is that okay with you?"

"I prefer that dress code," he said smiling. "I love a soak after dinner. And I would love to get to know the hostess even better than I already do," he said.

We had known Allan for years, although most of the interaction had been between he and I. He had not spent much time with Claire, but that was about to change. She had come up with the idea, so I was sure she was attracted to him, and looking like she does I was sure he would be to her.

As we headed out to the hot tub I noticed that she took his hand. After we undressed in our changing room, they took one another's hand again and headed out to the jacuzzi. On the way to the patio I noticed she had shaved her pubic hair. Her pussy was puffy and clearly aroused. She sat next to him across from me. They flirted openly, joking and discussing everything from the weather to politics, and I pretty much just watched them chat and prepare for their time together later that night. His hands were all over her, touching often and not disguising their intentions.

At exactly ten o'clock she stood and said she needed to go to bed, then she looked at me and nodded, a sly smile on her face. As I watched them before she got up and made her announcement, I thought about all the times we'd talked about, our sexual adventures over the years, and I was sure this would be a time we'd talk about for a very long time.

We had always been an adventurous couple, doing things that stretched the envelope and enjoyed as much of life as possible. Sex to us was just a way to enjoy being alive and getting as much out living as we could. I never felt possessive towards her or had the need to put restrictions on her that would limit her sexual freedom. What she wanted with Allan was clearly a pleasant sexual experience and I was all for it and would do whatever it took to make it happen.

After he left we cuddled and talked. "This was a big thing," I said.

"It will go down in our personal history," she said. "Sharing me with a houseguest is very generous of you," she said. "I think it was one of our greatest adventures. We did everything," she said. "Would you like to hear about it?" she asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," i said. "Of course, tell me everything you did to one another."

"He asked if you were a watcher," she said. "I said you'd love it, but this was going to have to be an oral history."

"Oral history about oral sex. I love it," I said. "Did he eat you?"

"Wonderfully," she said. "He even made me squirt," she said with a sigh. "And he sucked on my clit until I came again. It was glorious," she said wistfully. He loves giving oral. Said he could eat me all night."

"Of course," I said. "Any man could. Your pussy is lovely. Tell me about his fucking it," I said.

"I started on top, of course, cowgirl," she said breathlessly. "Then he fucked me on my knees, from behind. I came so many times. He did me anally, in my pussy, and with his tongue. He said it was not the first time a husband had shared his wife with him. The third, actually. Do you remember Joy and Bob Martin?"

I said I did and was amazed. "Did he spend two nights with her, like with you?"

"A week," she said. "And Sally and Kent?"

"The minister?" I said.

"Seems his church is rather liberal," she said. "She did one other member of the congregation."

"Oh, my. How libertine," I said. "Did you do Allan orally?"

"Of course," she replied with a grin. "He comes in quarts," she said.

"Did you swallow?" I asked eagerly.

"Almost every drop," she said. "He is very big. I almost could not get it all in."

"Almost?"

"I managed, finally," she said smiling, proud of herself for getting her mouth to open so wide. "He said I was the best cocksucker he's ever been with. Said you were a lucky man."

"We all are. Any guy who's had the good fortune to fuck you or get a blow job from you is a lucky fellow," I said.

"You say that to all the girls," she said chuckling.

"Would he like a return visit?" I said.

"Next month. Said he wants to bring a friend for me to do oral with" she said.

"Another fella?"

"Andrea. Says I would love her pussy. Thinks I should try bi."

"Ever thought of that?" I asked.

"Sometimes," she said. "It'd be a new adventure."

"Something to talk about," I said.

"For years," she said. "We'll have to get something for you to talk about."

"Okay," I said, thinking of all the ways I could get some adventure of my own.