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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.
I gave her a little sample, using the remote to 'buzz' her. The control allows the anal and vaginal eggs to operate independently, as a pair, or in a more or less random 'surprise' mode that changes which of the eggs vibrates, and how it vibrates. KK was absolutely delighted, blushing with the naughty anticipation of what I was going to do with the remote during our night out.
There was one final surprise and detail in store - I'd loaded KK's new purse with a few suggestive, but potentially essential items; a tube of her lipstick, a skein of a half-dozen Skyn condoms, a little tube of coconut oil for lube, and a blindfold that more or less matched her outfit - black satin with a lace trim. I showed her the inventory, talking through it, and suggested "keep it handy, in case something comes up..."
I summoned the limo, then we went down to cruise for some club hopping, a way to give KK lots of flirting and dancing opportunity. Once inside the limo, I used the intercom to instruct our driver; I asked for a 30-minute cruise around the Gaslamp district, giving him a time and location for our first drop-off at a lounge.
KK and I used that 30-minutes in the back of the limo productively - we traded 15-minutes of oral sex, with me starting off, providing KK a couple of solid orgasms aided by my tongue on her clit, along with the buzzing eggs in her pussy and ass. Once KK was appropriately lit, she traded off, releasing my cock for a delightful, nasty blowjob session, complete with a swallow every last drop cum-sucking, eye-contact blowjob. During pauses, KK postulated that the limo driver was probably somehow watching us, verbalizing how hot it made her.
After the warm-up cruise, we hit three different clubs. KK and I danced and flirted, she got her hotness level tested by dancing and flirting with other men, a few of whom she coaxed into dipping a finger or two into her needy, greedy pussy on the dark dance floor. Shortly before midnight, we were both supercharged for some hot fucking. Of course, my intermittent use of the vibrating eggs was helping things along, providing suggestive jolts of joy for KK all during the club hopping part of our outing.
The limo ride back to the Marquis was short but hot, I used it as an opportunity to finger KK's bare pussy, hiking the hem of her dress up to expose her for finger-diddling access. I barely finished making KK cum when the hotel valet opened the limo door - KK's bare crotch was slightly exposed as she hurried to get the hem of her dress down to cover herself.
