We Pick Up a Hot Latin Couple:
I have been coming to Literotica for a long time. So, I decided to post some of the many stories I have written for myself to kill time in my retirement. My stories so far are only
fantasies
about sharing my wife, and they are only my
fantasies
and nothing more. I would love to be able to watch my wife have orgasms given by another person. It is the most beautiful thing to watch her face change from a look of passion and lust and then see a look of joy when one, racks through her body.
I would love constructive criticism about my writing. But all the anonymous assholes who come by with them thinking they are schoolteachers or bible thumpers make me wonder why I am doing this. What I do not need is comments from those people that have a problem with this lifestyle. Let's face it, if you come to Literotica, it is to read sexy stories, so enjoy them. Don't cut up the people that like to read or write them. If you don't like
wife-swapping
,
wife-sharing
,
girl-on-girl
, or
male-on-male
. Then Please do not read this story please move on. You have been warned!
My name is Jan. I'm 48 years old and I work as an office manager for a large corporation in downtown Hartford that has five different divisions. I do very well for myself as does my husband and we have no children. Except for a mortgage, we are debt free. We both have advanced degrees in our fields.
When I was in college, I was a cheerleader, and I enjoyed the attention of a gym full of men watching me do our routines. I was not one of the small skinny girls, I have a larger frame and I am almost six feet tall. But boy was I gifted with a pretty face and a well-proportioned body. (My husband refers to me as his smoking hot wife.) I had and still have 38 D breasts, not to brag but they have never sagged. (Due to all the work in the gym.) But they have just a slight little jiggle in them, you know the set of tits that a man has a hard time looking me in the eye while talking with me. It probably doesn't help that I flaunt them by wearing low-cut blouses. I also have long full silky chestnut brown hair that flows down to the middle of my back, and it bounces back and forth as I walk. I have a smaller waist and, legs that go on forever, and they are toned from wearing high heels most of the time. The only time I don't wear heels is when I run every evening.
Men still stop and look when I pass them (Why Wouldn't They). If I am aware I shake my ass a little bit extra to give them a show. At my age, I can still do a split and I do yoga at least three times a week to keep a supple body. I love wearing lingerie under my business suits and for that matter under my slacks and jeans. I guess you could say I am addicted to the feel of real silk touching my body. That was my only vice in life until I lived out one of my husband's fantasies. I guess I am now what you would call a hot wife and I love pleasing other well-endowed men in front of my better half for both of our enjoyment.
Some people may think he is a cuckold, but I do not humiliate him and what I do he has knowledge of beforehand if not, I tell him all about it soon after. He wants it as much or more than I do. He sets rules if he is in the room when we bring someone home. He tells them: "Rule One is NO means NO. Two; do not ever humiliate her. Three; if you hurt her, I'll kill you. So, she is a very sexy woman enjoy her."
We make satisfying love almost, every day. I have made it a point to bring all my men home to our bed and tape the sessions we have if he is not with me. He watches the tapes and picks up on points that make me have a larger-than-normal orgasm and uses that info in our love-making sessions. If you are thinking he sets in a corner and jerks his little prick off while he watches, the answer is no. Frank has self-control and waits for me to clean up and then when I am ready, we make love as we reconnect; and by the way, any size queen would pick him first if she had a chance at a wife-swapping party.
It had been a couple of months since the last time I had to take my employees out for dinner. I take five people that have excelled at their jobs for the company and buy them a nice dinner in a high-class hotel restaurant.
However, I did notice that the madam with whom I had had a falling out with, was no longer using this hotel. I wondered if she was still in business.
All the employees had a nice time and then I asked them if they wanted to go to the lounge for more drinks, they said no because the cover band was not their kind of music and they wanted to enjoy the younger club scene around downtown Hartford and left.
That did not bother me because my hubby and I had plans of picking up some guy in the lounge to bring him home so I could fuck in front of my loving husband and maybe even have a threesome. My husband was already in the lounge so he could watch me do my magic. He enjoys watching me on my hunt for our prey and we always texted each other asking if this one was OK or are you going to pick that one up.
I went into the ladies' room and changed into something a little bit sexier than my business suit. Then brought my bag back to the car and made a grand entrance into the lounge. To make sure, that I would get noticed when the band saw me, they would always play a couple of songs with a Latin beat and I would dance and shake my ass while dancing with the cute lead singer to get the crowd worked up, this helped to get me to get the attention of all the single men. When the last song was over, I went to the bar and climbed up on a bar stool making sure I showed a lot of my legs and stocking tops along with my garter belt straps. It only took half a song before a tall good looking Spanish man in a nice suit came over to ask if he could buy me a drink.
He was pretty sure of himself and put his arm around me as he called the bartender over to place my drink order. Then he introduced himself as Carlos and said he was a businessman from South America in town, on business. We sat and talked about life for twenty minutes or so. I knew this was the guy and I was going to go for it without texting Frank. So, I put my hand on his left leg and moved it up and down. He seemed to like me making the first move and smiled.
"Have you found what you are looking for?" He asked.
I said "Not quite yet but I'm hoping to, I kind of like tall dark Latin men. But I have not found any surprises yet."
He got up from his bar stool walked around to the other side of my stool, stood closer, and whispered in my ear, "It's hanging on the right side of my pants, not the left." then bent over and kissed the back of my neck. When I tried the right leg, I found my prize, and wow what a surprise it was. He had to have been at least 8 inches of very thick meat, and he was still very flaccid, my hand must have aroused him because he was growing in my hand. I let him loose and asked him to go dance because I knew the band's next songs would be slow ones.
We danced to the end of that first song as people that just met would, then I pulled him close for the second slow song with my hand up around his neck and me grinding into his slab of meat.
I asked, "You must have noticed I'm wearing a wedding ring Right?"