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Hotel Frolic
There we were, finally checked in. We had chosen this particular hotel because it was off the beaten path, and a posh restaurant on the premises was very highly rated. Our room appeared typical, having two queen beds, a small area for sitting, and a desk/dressing table with a mirror above it. Looking out of the window, I saw the outdoor pool located in the small courtyard below. We had wanted to get away from our hectic daily routines and spend a night alone. Choosing to stay in the middle of the week, we figured fewer guests would be there. We packed for a sexy evening, and brought swimsuits for the pool. Little did I know that our 'alone time' would turn out to be anything but that.
Nettie, my wife, had showered and plopped backward onto one of the beds, wearing nothing but a towel.
I moved from the window and sat by her side. As she lay there, I reached down and pulled open her towel, admiring the beautiful woman hiding under it. My hand reached out to stroke one of her 35 D breasts and watched the nipple pucker under my touch. Its hardening nub seemed to beg for attention, so I gave it a slight pinch between my fingers.
"Mmmm..." Nettie sighed. "Oh God, Tom, I have been waiting for this day away forever!"
"Me too," I mumbled, as my hand drifted down her flat belly and cupped her soft womanhood. I let a finger drift downward, slipping easily between the smooth lips of her bare pussy.
Reluctantly, I spoke, "But, I need to get cleaned up before we do anything. Anticipation can be a great aphrodisiac, right?"
"Well, should we get dressed after your shower and go have dinner? Then we can come back and have some fun?" she asked.
My gaze lifted from my hand playing beneath the small patch of blond pubic hair, neatly trimmed on her mound. My eyes drifted up her body. I saw she was now cupping her right breast and teasing her rock hard nipple.
I was getting mixed signals here. Did she want to go eat, or did she want to stay here and play? I lowered my head and kissed her soft belly.
My thoughts were answered when she pushed me away, laughing. "Tom, go get in the shower!" she chimed with a giggle. "Tell you what... I will put on something sexy for dinner."
Groaning, I leaned in and kissed her soft mound. I drug myself off the bed and headed into the bathroom.
When I returned, Nettie was sitting in front of the mirror finishing up her makeup. She stood and turned in a circle in front of me. "Will this be okay?" she spoke teasingly.
Damn! She looked so fucking hot! The wide plunging neckline of her dress opened loosely to just above her navel. Her breasts pressed against the thin midnight blue fabric, revealing slightly hardened nipples under it. The hem rode just above her knees. As she turned, the dress hugged at her hips and caressed the roundness of a well-formed ass. Matching heels finished off the outfit, making her slim legs look a mile long.
Catching my breath, I replied, "Uhh... Yes! You look fantastic... beautiful!"
As I dressed, I kept looking over to her and wishing we could skip dinner. She is a very sexy woman, and that dress brought it all out.
The front of my slacks bulged as I pulled a light sweater over my head. I could hardly wait to get back from dinner.
The maître de sat us at a table in the rear of the dimly lit dining room. In helping with my wife's seating, his eyes were rivited to the view of her barely covered breasts. Once seated, he wandered off, stopping to chat with a waiter. They both smiled, glanced toward us, and went their separate ways.
Throughout our dinner, the waiter, Michael, seemed to pay special attention to our needs, most often standing close to Nettie. He was trying not to show the obvious glances down the top of her dress. I found it exciting to have another man ogle her. I wondered if he could see the dark nipples as he looked down at her. She was a thing of beauty, and I didn't mind sharing that beautiful sight with others, knowing that they wished they could fondle the body I would be playing with later that evening.
Michael kept our wine glasses full, topping them off at every opportunity. I think Nettie loved the extra attention because several times she would push her arms together, enhancing her deep cleavage, as Michael reached over her to fill her glass. I am sure he got an eyeful of those magnificent breasts!
I noticed once, as Michael reached forward to fill her glass, Nettie leaned toward him, allowing the top of her dress to gape open, giving him a full view down her dress. I thought he was going to pour the wine right over the rim of her wine glass! I teased her a little about giving Michael a show. She immediately blushed and told me she was just having a little fun with him.
I am not the jealous type. I am used to having men admire Nettie. Our neighbor is constantly stopping by whenever he sees Nettie working in the garden. She would usually wear loose short-shorts and a little white tank top with no bra, while working outside in the heat. It seemed he always had some lame excuse to come over; showing her something he had been working on, or just to have a chat. I am sure he came over just to catch a glimpse of her feminine charms. I had often fantasized about what he must have been thinking... How he would love to be fondling those beautiful tits. Or, how he wished he could be running his hands up the inside of those loose legged shorts and feel the soft wetness hiding there. It was a great turn-on for me. I wondered if Nettie had the same thoughts, but I never asked.
Michael brought us the tab for the evening. Although we had two bottles of wine, the bill only showed one. When he came back to get our credit card, I told him there must have been some mistake.
"Oh, no, sir." Michael replied with a huge smile. "I put the second bottle on the house. I hope you enjoyed it."
I smiled at Nettie as she turned to Michael, reaching out and grasping his arm, "Well, thank you! It has truly been a wonderful evening." Her voice almost had a giggle to it.
Michael asked if we were guests at the hotel and if we had anything special planned for the rest of the evening.
Nettie spoke up immediately, "We are staying here, but just going to chill around the pool and then... go to our room." She gave him an alluring smile. Her hesitation hinted at some type of invitation.
"Very nice," Michael beamed. "I will return with your card in a moment."
Once back in the room, Nettie kept looking out the window toward the swimming pool. The setting sun silhouetted her body with the evening's glow. I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, tugging her back against me. My thickening penis pressed tightly against her rear. One of my hands slid up the smooth fabric of her dress and caressed her breast. She leaned her head back against me and sighed deeply. My lips found her bare neck, sucking at the soft skin. I could see down the front of her dress as my hand slipped through the opening, searching for a hardening nipple.
"I bet Michael would love to be doing this!" I jokingly whispered, as I pinched her hard nub. I pressed my cock against her ass at the thought.
In a soft reply, she answered back, "Mmmm... Maybe. And, maybe I would let him." She pushed back against my thickening cock, teasing me.
My other hand slid under her the hem od her dress, feeling the goose bumps form on her silky skin of her belly. Nettie made no move to avoid the view from the open window, as if not caring if anyone saw the caressing of her body. Slight whimpering noises escaped her lips. My hand slid downward, my fingers carressing the pantyless folds of her womanhood. Hot wetness surrounded my touch, soaking my fingers as they slipped through her. Her body shuddered and a loud groan fled from her as one of my fingers rubbed over her hard clit.
Stepping backward, I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pushing her against the window sill. Spreading the opening of her dress, I suckled and kissed her delicious tits, feeling the puckered nipples in my lips. I dropped to my knees and pushed the hem of her dress above her hips, kissing and licking at the mound of her pussy. She steadied herself by placing her hands back onto the windowsill as I lifted her thighs and buried my mouth into her waiting pussy.
