My wife April and I had a wonderful start to our life together. We were still so in love, even five years into our marriage, and couldn't imagine being happier. Although her domestic skills left a lot to be desired, there was nothing wrong with what she brought to the bedroom. We had tried everything we could think of in our five years of marriage (and year and a half of dating before that); every fantasy that we had we brought to life. Except, we had never brought anyone else into bed with us. We decided that for our anniversary, we would smash through that final taboo, we would let our inner kinksters out, and we would be on the prowl for others to get into bed with us.
That is how we came to be in the hotel room we were now in. I was dressed and ready to go out to dinner, and April was not. She had disappeared into the bathroom an hour ago, and I knew she would not emerge until she was a finished product. Her shower had ended a half hour ago, so I was hoping it wouldn't be too much longer. I was starting to get hungry, and had to pee for about fifteen minutes already. I was about to knock when I heard the door open, and she emerged. She looked stunning as ever.
She had chosen to wear a tight, black sweater, to best show off her surgically enhanced breasts. The material clung to her full breasts, and her ever hard nipples were poking out in front of her, even through the material of the sweater and her bra.
She was wearing flower print skirt that came to just above her knees, exposing a couple inches of black fishnet in between the bottom of the skirt and the top of her black suede knee high boots. She wore her shoulder length blonde hair down, and the waves and curls framed her pretty face like the piece of art it was. She wore her makeup a little heavier than she usually did, but it didn't make her look like she was on the prowl, just that she wanted to stand out. I knew by looking at her for that second that she would.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my body into her so we could kiss. "Sorry, I gotta pee," I said, pulling myself away and sneaking into the bathroom. As I was washing up, I shouted out to the main room, "I'm really hungry. Are you ready to go?"
She didn't answer, but I grabbed my jacket out of the closet anyway and headed to the beds to see what was up. What was up was April, on a bed. Also up was her skirt, hiked up exposing her panty-less, shaved pussy. "If you're hungry, why don't you come over here and have a snack before dinner," she said, crooking her finger comically as she snickered at her cheesy pickup line.
"I hope you're going to come up with something better than that when we try to pick up guys at the bar later," I said, dropping my jacket to the floor and walking in front of her. Her clean, pussy was glistening already. I'm sure fingered while I was in the bathroom. The exotic scent wafted to my nose, and I ran my hands up her legs over her suspender style fishnets. I loved when she wore lingerie like this, and loved it even more when she went out with no panties on.
I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, and leaned down close to her. I heard her sigh as I touched her, and felt her tense up as I extended my tongue and touched it to her exposed clit. I rubbed my thumb over her love button, and gently slid my index finger into her waiting hole. I looked up at her. She stared at me intently, waiting for what came next. I started to slide my finger in and out, and then quickly dropped my head down between her thighs. I flicked my tongue across the clit that was pushed to the side by my thumb, and then started to lick up and down the length of her pussy. As I ate her out, I inserted my middle finger to her pussy as well, and fucked her with two fingers. I could hear her gasp and moan, and knew it would not be long until she exploded all over my face.
It surprised me when she grabbed my hand and stopped me from fucking her. "Come up here on the bed next to me," she commanded, and I obeyed. I wasn't going to say one cross word to her all weekend. I lay on my back over the comforter, and she leaned over to kiss me. I knew she could taste herself on me, and I brought my fingers up to her face. She pulled her lips from mine and greedily sucked on the fingers I ran over her lips, slurping loudly as she cleaned them from her juices. She pulled my fingers out, and before I could return them to her pussy, she placed her hands on my chest and maneuvered herself so that she was straddling me. She had a thigh on either side of my head, and I couldn't see anything as the sides of her skirt enveloped my head. The sensory deprivation served as a turn on, and I waited for her to lower herself to me. I was soon rewarded with her pussy pressing against my face, and as soon as I resumed my licking, I could feel her fumbling with my belt and zipper.
In no time, she had freed my rigid cock, and was soon jacking off the shaft while her tongue circled around the head. I had grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, and was using that to hold her steady as my tongued darted over her clit, in between her lips, and in and out of her hole. She swallowed my cock into her mouth, and furiously tried to suck me to a quick orgasm. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but the combination of sensations proved to be too much, and I exploded into her mouth with a deep thrust. As soon as the first shot of spunk hit her throat, I could feel the orgasm release throughout her body, causing her muscles to quiver and her juices to run into my open, waiting mouth. She rolled off of me, and turned herself so that she could lay her head on my chest. "Ready to go to dinner?"
