Coming away for a weekend together was a great idea and we spent literally weeks talking about the fun we would have together in bed while there. A waxed pussy and a bag full of sex toys were an absolute must and we were like horny flirty teenagers throughout the day as I took every chance to whisper what I'd like to do to you, you seemed to like listening without other prying ears in the nearby vicinity.
We have a nice day making good use of the hotel facilities, you using the gym & spa while I went out for a run.
While we are back in our room getting ready for dinner I watch you dressing in the mirror for a while and feel my cock stirring as you start to put on your underwear, black and sexy framing your gorgeous figure perfectly.
I can't resist and get up and start rubbing myself against you, you can feel my hard cock pressing and straining against your bum as my hands cup and squeeze your tits. You look, smell and feel lovely.
"What have you been thinking about then I wonder?" you ask as I kiss your neck.
"I want to watch you get fucked" I reply as I nibble your ear and slide my hand down inside your panties.
You don't say anything at first as I massage your clit but then ask "Is that all? You just want to see your wife getting fucked?" as my fingers start to enter you and your breathing gets harder.
"Well no of course that's not all" I whisper, "I want to fuck you after".
"That's better" you say as you turn around and kiss me on the lips before lowering to your knees and unzipping me, revealing my now very hard cock. You look up at me and say "Maybe we can make that happen tonight" and then you take me in your mouth leaving me to my fantasies while you suck my cock.
When we get down to dinner you still have a naughty glint in your eye, you were very very close to having me cumming all over your mouth and face in the hotel room.
I lean across the table "So what's your plan then" I ask, quietly.
"Well" you say but have to stop as the waiter brings our wine to the table and pours it. We wait politely for him to leave and when he does you continue.
"When I was in the gym earlier a guy in there was checking me out a hell of a lot. He kept smiling at me and then even tried to start chatting me up. I told him I'm married and do you know what he said? Married women are the most attractive!"
"Cheeky buggar" I interject.
"Yes but he was quite good looking and well built, a nice compliment if he had been staring at me working out" you offer.
"And he's staying at this hotel as I saw him walking to the bar earlier. So..." you leave that hanging there.
Our starters arrive before we can talk anymore and we eat them in relative silence, still wearing dirty smiles.
"So what do you think then?" you ask pushing your plate to the side.
"About what?" I ask.
"You wanted me to get fucked, this could be a good chance?" you say and I can't quite believe you actually said it.
As our main courses arrive I say to you "Let's head to the bar after this?" and you simply smile and nod.
The bar is fairly sparsely populated and we find a seat and table and I get us a drink. When I bring them back to the table I sit next to you and whisper in your ear "You look fucking hot by the way".
"Thank you very much" you say and give me a lingering peck on the lips. I know you're feeling very horny.
"Is your friend here then?" I ask.
"No I don't think so" you respond looking around again.
"Oh well never mind" I say and then whisper in your ear again "just me you'll be getting fucked by tonight"
As we get about halfway through our drinks your eyebrows raise suddenly and you nod to a space behind me, near the bar. I see a muscular young chap sitting down with a drink on his own.
"Is that your gym friend?" I ask but your smile tells me the answer already.
Now having got my head around it just being us for the night I say "so what do you want to do?"
"Why don't you take your drink back to our room and I'll see how I go?" you suggest which is as good an idea as any to move things along.
"Ok" I say. "Text me to tell me what's going on. I want to watch it on video" and I get up and depart the bar.
When I get back to our room I flop down on the bed and immediately start to imagine what's going on. What are you up to? As thoughts pass through my head I feel myself getting both simultaneously worried and aroused.
I look at my phone. You've been alone about for about 10 minutes. What could you be up to? My hand wanders down under my trousers, definitely very aroused thinking of what you could be up to.
I flick the TV on but can't concentrate on it for a second. 15 minutes now and still nothing. I go to the bathroom, splash my face, it must be a good 25 minutes now. And then the familiar text alert beep from my phone.
The message is from you.
Going back to his room. We will film it for you. X
Film it? Film what? Questions running around my head as I look out of the hotel room window. It's obvious, we made that clear earlier but we didn't talk about what exactly you would do; how far would you go? Would you do the same things as you do with me? Was anything off limits?
I did say to you do whatever you are comfortable with - but will you be as comfortable doing things with a stranger as you are with me?
It's now 40 minutes since your text message and I'm hoping to get another one soon. I think about sending you a message or calling - but that might completely ruin things having said you could do what you wanted.
I wander what room you are in. Shame it's not next door so I could hear. I turn the TV off in case you are but it's quiet, if you are next door you're asleep.
I pour myself another glass of wine and lay back down again, imagining all sorts of things you might be up to.
And then I hear a door creak outside the room and footsteps coming down the corridor, nearer.
And then a knock at the door. Your knock.