My husband and I have an active sex life, and also, a pretty rich fantasy life. One fantasy we have had is a threesome with another man involved. It started with me meeting a man at a local hotel bar and if I was attracted, my husband setting up the threesome after I went upstairs to our room. My fantasy was to have a man watch me suck my husband's cock and maybe watch me fuck my husband to make him jealous. My husband wanted a little more participation. He wants to see me make out with a stranger I have met and am attracted to. He always tells me what an amazing kisser I am and how my tongue drives him wild.
I have a red dress for the occasion that hugs my body in all the right places. I am 57 and my husband says I have an amazing body. I was a gymnast when I was young and have stayed in good shape. My husband tells me I have a very sexy ass as well and very sexy legs. I think he is crazy, but I appreciate his opinion. The one thing I can't argue about is my breast. They are very large. I have golden hair down to the middle of my back and smokey, grey eyes. My husband says that head's turn every time we walk into a room. To complete my outfit, I have red CFM shoes and a red lace bra and thong with sexy red stockings.
I check into our room at the fancy hotel in our city a couple of hours ahead of time to prepare. When I am ready, I text my husband that I am headed to the bar. I think it will be a waste of time, but my husband thinks I will have the pick of any man I find attractive. We will see. My husband will arrive about thirty minutes after I get to the bar. He will set at a table with a good view as I will sip my glass of Pinot Grigio, and according to his plan, be engaged in an intimate conversation with some man I find attractive.
As I come off the elevator and walk into the bar, I try to notice if I am receiving any looks without the men knowing I am looking. I am surprised to see several men, ranging from maybe thirty to sixty years of age looking at me. I guess my husband was right. I can't be as obvious so I set at a seat toward the close end of the bar. The stool allows my shapely legs to hang down as my dress rises a little. I am 5'3, so I have to be careful not to reveal too much.
It is a small, intimate bar with maybe twenty five stools and ten tables. There is a table right behind me for my husband when he arrives. As my glass of wine arrives, I casually look around to see if there were any attractive men. I noticed two or three and now had to hope they thought I was attractive. They were all in their late thirties and early forties so I didn't hold out much hope. As I finished my first glass of wine, I started to think my husband and I might end up role playing in the bar and then heading upstairs.
As I was about to order my second glass, one of the attractive men I noticed a few minutes before came up with a glass of my wine and offered it to me and asked if he could set down. I smiled at him and said yes. He looked down and saw my rather large wedding ring. My husband told me it wouldn't deter any man and it didn't. The man's name was Salvatore and he was hot! He was close to forty with dark hair and eyes and a heavy five o'clock shadow! He was Italian!
Let me give a little background to why this guy was so exciting to me. When I was about twenty, my parents sent me abroad for six weeks in the summer. One of the countries I visited was Italy. I toured The Vatican and while there, one of the guards began flirting with me. He and his friend took me and my girlfriend out for dinner. As the evening progressed, things began heating up! I had a boyfriend at home, but I let this guy kiss me anyway. We ended up in a secluded area passionately kissing and groping. I ended it and left even though I wanted to suck his rather large cock and ride him like the Italian Stallion he was. I always regretted not acting on that night. His name was Salvatore!
Back to the present! The man in front of me could have been the same guy, except the age didn't work. I was enthralled with this man already so it didn't matter. I did ask him if he had ever been a Papal guard. He hadn't. He was very romantic and he pursued me from the moment he set down. Italian men are the same. We engaged in conversation and he told me how beautiful I was. As the wine took affect, I was back in Italy. This time, I was not going to put an end to this early. We continued talking as I finished my second glass.
Salvatore was demonstrative as he spoke. He would touch my arms, leg and shoulders as we spoke, as if to make a point. He was sending electric jolts through my body and turning up my body temperature. My pussy was wet. If my husband didn't get here soon, I would already be in the room with this hottie! As my third glass of Pinot was delivered, I noticed my husband setting at the table I had mentioned. I smiled at him and returned my attention to Sal. His hand was on my shoulder as he leaned in to ask me where my husband was? I told him that he was working and I was waiting.
Sal whispered in my ear that he didn't have much time then. I felt his other hand on my thigh as I whispered back, "Time for what?" As I pulled away, the hand on my shoulder went to the back of my head and he guided our lips together. His were soft and pliant. I melted as he moved them against mine, slightly parting his. I lost control, put my hand on the back of his neck and parted my lips and thrust my tongue in his mouth. I usually am shy and modest and would not have done this in so public a place. However, after three glasses of wine and this hot, Italian look alike from my younger days, I was going to make good my mistake of all those years ago. I also knew my husband wanted to watch me kiss another man. My husband was going to get more than he bargained for!
I forgot my husband was watching this go on. I also forgot I was in a public place. I forgot everything except the feeling of his tongue caressing mine. As we continued our wet, sloppy tongue filled kiss, I felt his hand slide up the inside of my thigh and rest on my smooth, wet pussy. Then he slid his thumb in my pussy and felt absolutely no resistance. As Sal moved his thumb against the inside of me, I moaned as we caressed our tongues against each other's. I moved my other hand to his crotch and felt his cock. It was hard and rather large. I pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Take me upstairs and fuck me all night long."