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This is a short recounting of a hot wife encounter that my wife, KK and I experienced a few years after we began enjoying the 'hot wife' lifestyle. It came up in sexy conversation this holiday season, so I'm taking the opportunity to memorialize it in narrative form in part for the catharsis, and in part for nothing other than potential titillating value.
KK and I often travel together. Often, we have business in some locations, or we can combine business and leisure travel. Those trips have become opportunities for KK to scratch her sexual itches, providing a combination of things like hotel stays, clubbing, shopping, flirting, and of course, hot sex, in a mostly carefree setting - a distant location free from the worries of being outed, or discovered by some vanilla friend or colleague.
On the occasion in question, KK and I were visiting San Diego. We travel there often, typically rotating our stays through one of three harbor area Marriott resort hotels; Coronado Island, the Gaslamp district, or the Marquis on Harbor Drive. All three hotels have proven to be "target rich" environments for hot wife action; we've never had a disappointment with those venues.
During this particular trip, we stayed at the Marquis. After a few days of work, KK and I took advantage of the long Labor Day weekend at the backend of our business, leveraging the opportunity for hot sexy fun. Our day started with a half-day spa session for KK, mostly for the manicure/pedicure opportunity and and enjoyment of being pampered.
Once KK finished at the spa, we enjoyed a light lunch, I took KK boutique-hopping in the Gaslamp and downtown area - a special, indulgent treat including full-day hire of a traditional limo so that we didn't have the worry of parking or hailing cabs. The limo was also intended to be part of the experience, a treat for KK.
It took visits to several shops before we ended up assembling a new outfit for KK; a black satin and lace cocktail dress, Louboutin heels, a new pearl choker, and a purse that matched the dress. These shopping trips get exorbitantly expensive, but they make KK feel like a princess; the result is always worth every penny.
What's hidden in this story is the logistics and background work - I planned and set stuff up, starting almost two months in advance, to provide the best, most sensual experience for KK that I could construct. From the hotel and limo, to looking into shopping, club/dance opportunities, and most importantly, finding four healthy, attractive men to entertain KK during the 'grand finale' the effort to knit together this kind of sexy fun is large.
Prior to the trip, I recruited and vetted 'the squad' - four men that I felt KK would find attractive and sexually compelling, men that met all of her usual 'tick boxes'. It was labor-intensive, time consuming, but necessary. My minimum goal was to find enough men such that at least one would likely show up, looking for an ideal number of two (to make an MFM encounter not including me in the count), and a maximum of five, including me. Our experience up to that point included the usual logistics problems, along with the "fakes and flakes" that produced disappointment in one form or another. I learned along the way to over-recruit, which resulted in either delivering big on the promise, or at least not setting up an encounter with no participants other than me and KK.
In the early evening, we enjoyed dinner and some wine, then returned to our suite at the Marquis to prepare KK for the rest of the festivities. I convinced KK to "go commando" under her pretty new dress, no bra, no panties, no stockings, just her sexy bare skin under that naughty little dress, with my hot wife looking stunning, sporting the black Louboutin heels, which enhanced her sexy legs, that form-fitting little dress, exposing just the right amount of cleavage, and her hot little pearl choker, a sexy, provocative sort of accent that suggests "I like to fuck..." KK looked magnificent, boner-inducing, making me uncomfortably hard.
Before we left the suite, I brought out a little surprise. I'd found an interesting toy on my last trip to Tokyo, a remote-controlled vaginal-anal vibrator set. The toy looked like a pair of small purple 'eggs' connected together by a tether, and a small remote control that was labeled in Kanji. It took me some experimenting to figure out how to operate it, by taking it through its various modes. KK indulged me, an act of trust and submission, allowing me to lube and insert one egg into her little bum-hole, and the other into her increasingly moist pussy.
