Permission To Play Sort Of

Looking back, I only have myself to blame for what happened. My wife and I had been together for a total of roughly ten years. She can be an animal in bed, but likes thing fairly vanilla. I like things a bit nastier and had a bad habit of trying to coax her into giving me details of her sexual exploits during college and the time between college and when we met. I also was guilty of talking to her about bringing other people into our bed or getting her to admit that she wanted to fuck “this guy” or “that woman”. She wasn’t really into this fantasy play, but would put up with it to a point because she knew it turned me on for some reason. I had made the classic guy statement that “sex can just be about sex and nothing else” and that I would understand if she wanted to explore on her own… with the stipulation that she told me about it. I think that I made those statements in a mix of fantasy/role playing and seriousness, but the exploring was her fooling around with a hot chick. I took a few years, but my words eventually came back to haunt me.

My wife Michelle is in her mid thirties, but looks like she is in her 20s. She is asian and looks like a mix of Filipina and Thai. She definitely turns heads and has the type of personality that draws people to her. As I mentioned, she wasn’t into anything too crazy in the bedroom, but was up for anything. That may sound like a contradiction, but let’s just say that she’s not the type to suggest something, but is more that willing to fuck herself with various objects (large dildos, vegetables, wine bottles), anal, and just about anything else a man and woman can do together.

Michelle had just joined a smaller division of a large company that was headquartered in the southern part of the state. Her department had meetings every quarter or so that required her to make the hour long flight to the main office. Normally she could fly in and out in the same day, but their main meeting lasted two days and required an overnight stay. Michelle was not particularly fond of travel, and really disliked staying in a hotel by herself. Knowing all this, I thought that it would be a wonderful idea to make the seven hour drive and surprise her. I figured we would have a great night of “hotel sex” and we could drive back home together once he meetings on Friday wrapped up.

Other than some traffic issues and making up stories about what I was doing when she called, the trip was fairly uneventful. I was just about an hour from her hotel when she called to say that she was done with the days’ meetings and that she was going to check her email really quick and then go grab something to eat. I was hoping to make it there in time for dinner, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so I kept my mouth shut and told her to call me when she got back from dinner.

I arrived at her hotel and figured that she should be back from dinner in fifteen minutes to a half hour. I camped out in some nice chairs in the lobby and just hung out waiting for her to return. After about fifteen minutes I decided to move my camp to the bar and enjoy a refreshment while I waited. After thirty minutes I gave her a call to try and see if she was on her way back. I could tell that she had at least a couple of drinks and she seemed a bit distracted on the phone. My radar went up instantly. She told me that she was having dinner with some colleagues and that she would call me when she got back to her room.

I was a bit surprised that she went from eating alone to having drinks and dinner with a couple of colleagues. I really didn’t feel like hanging out like a stalker down in the lobby or hotel bar so I figured I would try and get up into Michelle’s room. I figured that since my name wasn’t anywhere on the reservation there was no way in hell I would get a key to her room. The kid at the front desk had me verify a bunch of information (address, phone number, etc.) and to my astonishment, ended up handing me a key.

I poked around a bit in Michelle’s room and it didn’t take me long to discover something else that raised my suspicions just a bit more. She had changed from her work clothes and had taken a shower. I stashed my stuff in the closet, turned on the television and continued my wait. Michelle called a few minutes later to tell me that she was back at the hotel. I would expect her to make a call like that from her actual room and since I was standing in her room by myself, my radar was at full alert. I didn’t freak out quite yet. I reasoned that her cell reception might not be that great in the room and she decided to call on her walk from the parking lot. I quickly found the flaw in that reasoning when it dawned on me that she had called me a number of times from her room on her cell. The dirt-bag voyeur in me decided to find a good spot to hide. I was torn between hiding in the shower and the larger of the two closets that was around the corner from the main part of the room and not in direct sight of the living area. I decided to go with the closet because I could see large portions of the bedroom by looking at the mirror above the sink that caught the image reflected by the large mirrors on the closet in the entry way. I got myself situated and just prayed that I would go undetected. I was in my hiding spot for a few minutes when I heard the lock on the door click.

I heard Michelle’s voice and was shocked to hear the voice of an unidentified male companion (I later found out it was a coworker named Steve). The two of them were talking about work so I quickly deduced that the two of them had decided to extend their dinner beyond a drink at the hotel bar. The conversation was about work and people they worked with I was sort of tuning them out until I heard Michelle said something about the meetings being way too long and that her back and shoulders were killing her because of the cheap chairs in the meeting room. That must have been the opening for which Steve was waiting.

“I give a mean back rub and a shoulder massage that will make your knees week” Steve replied.

Michelle laughed while saying “I don’t know… I’m not sure a massage would be a good mix with the wine I had at dinner and downstairs.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman. You can even leave your shirt on.” He half joked. “Look, I can even give you a massage while you are sitting in that chair”.

I know how much Michelle loves massages so I wasn’t surprised when she agreed. I could hear her responding to Steve’s rubbing, but as far as I could make out, he was keeping it on the up-and-up.

He must have been emboldened by the moans coming from Michelle, because after a few minutes he suggested that she lay down on the bed so he could work on her better. Michelle didn’t say a word. She just got up off her chair and made herself comfortable on the bed. At this point I had to move a bit to see what was going on. The two of them were focused on each other so I was able to shift to catch a view of the bed.

Steve had removed his shoes and was on the side of Michelle rubbing her back. I heard him tell Michelle that it would be better if she removed her top… and at least he might get some pleasure in it. Michelle sat up and took off her blouse and to my astonishment her bra as well. Steve had a surprised look on his face as well, but quickly went back to the job at hand. Steve started to focus on the small of Michelle’s back and while I couldn’t see it, he must have been getting hard by now… Michelle was topless and the skirt she was wearing had managed to ride up on her thighs. Steve straddled Michelle’s calves and shifted his focus to the beautiful thighs that had just presented themselves. I could tell by Michelle’s reaction that she was more than turned on and that his hand was probably north of her thighs and more than likely rubbing her wet pussy. He shifted again and started rubbing her shoulders again... and dry humping her ass as the same time.

Michelle had reached the point of no return and turned over and whipped off her skirt and panties. Steve was still dressed, but wasted no time in diving down between Michelle’s legs and furiously began licking her sweet pussy. Michelle gets pretty vocal and she had no problems telling Steve what she liked and told him not to stop. I know Michelle was squirting all over this lucky guy’s face and she finally arched her back and came fully. When Michelle finally let his head go, Steve came up for air and started to take his clothes off.

“Ummm, I can’t fuck you” Michelle told the poor guy.

Steve continued to take the rest of his clothes off. “You can’t leave me like this!” Steve complained.

Michelle gives great head, but it isn’t her favorite thing to do… plus she had already came. I thought poor Steve was out of luck until I saw the size of his cock. He was about my length (7 or so inches), but was very thick. Michelle really likes big objects and gushes when I eat her pussy while coming close to putting my entire fist in her pussy. I figured that she would be interested in the slab of meat in front of her.

She reached out and began stroking Steve’s beer can cock. Michelle was playing with his cock, almost sizing it up... Her tongue is as soft as velvet and she began to run her tongue up and down his shaft. She took his cock in her mouth and was able to get about one quarter of it down her throat. Steve was moaning like he was about to come and I was shocked when Michelle took his cock out of her mouth and reverse straddled him. She told him to just rub his cock head against her pussy. Michelle must have fully recovered from her orgasm because she slowly began to lower herself down on Steve’s thick rod. She quickly got used to his thickness and began to bang herself up and down on his root.

“Don’t cum yet” she demanded. She was on the verge of another orgasm and was slamming her pussy on his tool at a rapidly quickening pace. Michelle had one more surprise in store. She jumped off Steve’s cock and got in position for him to fuck her from behind.

“Fuck me from behind” she commanded him. Steve drove his slick shaft deep in Michelle’s waiting pussy and banged her from the rear for a few thrusts before the two of them collapsed in on final orgasm.

“That was fantastic, and the only time we’ll ever do it again” Michelle told Steve.

“That’s a deal” Steve agreed, “but any time you need a massage, you know who to look for”. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning” he said as he headed toward the door.

Lucky for me Michelle headed into the shower, giving me the opportunity to slip out. I went down to the lobby and called her room. She was VERY surprised that I was there and that night her pussy was especially sweet tasting, but that’s another story.