Let me start by indicating that Megan and I have a great life. We love each other deeply, consider each other best friends and have a wonderful sex life. Megan is much more sexually reserved though, and it has taken me nearly fifteen years of marriage to even begin to lure any sexual fantasies out of her. I know she has them, as she is a very creative person, but she is reluctant to share them out of, I believe, embarrassment. I, on the other hand, tend to be a bit more open and comfortable with sharing, sometimes to the point that I fear it freaks her out. To that end, it was on a recent trip when one of her fantasies emerged and we discovered that it was mutual.
I had been planning a business trip to southern California to attend a conference. Now that the kids were all in school, it was much easier for Megan to pull away and join me. I would be busy from early morning until late afternoon most days. We decided that she could spend some time exploring the city, lounging by the pool and possibly getting together with a sorority sister that lived in the area. We would have time to go out for some great dinners and evenings in the city, though.
We arrived late on Sunday evening, having made time on our flight from the east coast. Meg was tired, but I convinced her to join me for a drink in the hotel bar. We jumped on the elevator and headed down. Meg headed a table near a window, overlooking the bay and away from the din of the lounge. I walked to the bar to order our drinks and, as I stood waiting, noticed a guy at the bar staring at Megan. It would have been easy to mistake her for being alone since I had come straight to the bar. I could see that he was definitely checking her out, his eyes going over her repeatedly. She had her chestnut hair pulled back in a short ponytail and was dressed pretty casually, sporting a sheer white blouse with a black tank-top under. The blouse was unbuttoned far enough down to show her cleavage and the roundness of her breasts. She had perfectly sized tits to suit her petite and athletic frame. Her tanned and muscular legs were crossed and extended from under the table, topped by a short pair of khaki shorts. The bartender handed me our drinks, but I hesitated for a moment to watch this stranger admire my wife. She was checking messages on her phone and oblivious to him. He finally broke his gaze as his buddies pulled him back into their conversation, and I made my way over to the table with our drinks.
I made a toast to being on vacation, hoping that she had a chance to relax and enjoy her time. After some small talk about the kids, my thoughts returned to the guy that had been watching her. "You know, there was a guy over there checking you out while I was at the bar," I said.
"Oh, no there wasn't," she responded slightly embarrassed, "No one would be checking me out."
"Yes, yes there was. That young guy over there in the blue button down, he was most certainly checking you out. I watched him the entire time I was getting our drinks and he really seemed to like what he saw." A slight blush rose to her cheeks as I continued to speak. "What wouldn't he like? You're extremely sexy, and those tanned legs are absolute eye catchers."
"You are so full of it," she said, even more embarrassed but loving my compliments. "I'm just another almost forty mom and I'm not even dressed to impress."
"That's what makes you so sexy, though. That's what attracted me to you in the first place. You were casual and laid back, not even trying to be cool or sexy. You've always rocked that natural look." I took a swig of my drink and made an animated glance under the table at her legs, raising an eyebrow and smiling. This drew an instant smirk from her as she sipped her wine.
"You know, I would love to sit in a bar and watch guys hit on you. Just sit away from you and watch them scope you out, come over and hit on you and have you flirt back." She stared at me with her mouth slightly agape over her raised wine glass. "A lot of the girls I dated in college I knew as friends long before we went out, and I had seen them get picked up in bars many times. When we dated, and eventually hooked-up, it always turned me on to think about the other guys they had been with. You've always been hesitant to tell me about any of your past hook-ups so it would be my chance to see you in action."
"My past is really not that exciting. I've told you that. Besides, I bet I could sit at that bar all not and not a single guy would come up and talk to some frumpy mom sitting alone."
"You're not a frumpy mom and, besides, you would be surprised. Single women to men are like blood in the water to sharks, we can smell you a mile away." I pulled my chair closer to her around the table and spoke softly, "I bet you would have a guy on you in a matter of minutes, definitely before the end of your first drink. I would just sit over here and watch him undress you with his eyes from afar, because he would, and then he would come over and try to start a conversation. I'm guessing you would act uninterested at first, not making eye contact and forcing him to put forth a bit more effort. He would offer to buy you a drink and then, as it was delivered, you would finally make eye contact and engage in the conversation. After a while he would casually put his hand on your knee and you might shift your weight towards him a bit, hinting at some level of physical attraction. As his confidence grew, and hormones starting flowing, he might infuse some sexual innuendo into the conversation. Taking cues from your responses, he would try to get closer to you, leaning into you and putting his arm around the back of your chair. I could imagine you turning your seat towards him and opening your legs slightly so that the hand on your knee could move to the inside of your thigh. At that point, depending on how crowded the bar was, he might either try to move his hand up your thigh, or just proposition you to return to his room for a drink."
The waitress interrupted my train of thought and I ordered us another round of drinks. I could see that she was aroused, as the blood had rushed to her neck and face. She stared at me with semi-distant eyes, as if she were still deep in my thoughts.
"Well, am I that far off?"
"I would be so embarrassed if another guy hit on me and, besides, I'm not interested in anyone but you. I wouldn't even know how to act."
"I know you're not interested in anyone else, that's why I'm sharing this with you. I'm totally comfortable in that fact." I let my words sink in for a moment as the waitress returned with our drinks. "So, what would you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you let him caress your thigh, maybe even touch your panties? I mean, let's imagine you're wearing a skirt. Would you let his hand go under it?"
"I don't know. I don't want to think about it."
"Come on, close your eyes and think about it. It's just you and I talking. Would you let his hand go up under your skirt?"
She took a huge gulp of her wine and closed her eyes. "I don't know, I might. Depending on how he looked." I could see her breath deepen and the blush in her cheeks and throat increase.
"Think about his hand sliding up your thigh," I said, watching her as she fell into the image in her mind. Her legs shifted apart ever so slightly. "Think about his hand slowly rubbing up and down your thigh, moving higher under your skirt with each pass until his fingers brush up against your panties. Would you like that?"
Her eyes opened softly and she took another drink of wine. "Yes," she said in a breath.
My heart was pounding and my cock had grown stiff while I talked. "I want to take you upstairs and fuck you right now." I threw some cash on the table and offered her my hand as I stood. She made a devilish grin and nodded. We walked to the elevators and entered the open doors. I punched the button for our floor and walked behind her. As the doors slid shut, I started kissing the nape of her neck and pulled her hips back into my bulging pants.
"Oh my," she stammered, "you seem to be all worked up."
"More than you can imagine," I said, letting my hand course across her belt and down to her crotch. I could feel the heat through her shorts. "Seems I'm not the only one that's worked up."
The elevator doors slid open and we walked quickly down the hall to our room. I opened the door and she took two steps inside, spinning towards me as the door clicked shut. Her mouth was open wide as she pulled my face towards her with both hands. Her tongue was in my mouth desperately seeking mine and she let out a soft moan when they met. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her arms as I forced her backwards into the room. I pulled her tank top over her head and reached behind her to unclasp the black lace bra she was wearing. We made it to the side of the bed and I threw her down on it, dropping down and kissing her stomach. I moved to her erect nipples, taking each of them into my mouth and sucking hard on them. Nibbling lightly to make them even harder. My tongue coursed around each nipple and glided to her belly button, where it dug in deeply. My hands unbuckled her belt and released the button of her shorts. I pulled the shorts down slowly, letting my tongue follow them down. She lifted her hips off the bed to let the shorts pass easily. My fingers grasped the top of her black lace undies and they slid down with the shorts, revealing her freshly shaved pubic mound. When the shorts passed her knees they fell to the floor and she kicked them off with her sandals in one motion. I pulled my head back slightly to admire her beautiful mound. I could see her slit glimmer with wetness and knew that she had been more turned on by our earlier conversation than I would have imagined. As my tongue traced the outline of her lips, I could taste her juices and smell the heat from within. I ran my tongue back along the inside of her left thigh and back up its length, pausing faintly above her lips before I made a similar track along her right thigh and back. I let my tongue brush the outside of her lips and I could hear her catch her breath in anticipation.
Instead of giving her the immediate pleasure of my mouth, I stood and pulled my shirt and shorts off. She remained laid back on the bed with her eyes closed, never glancing at me. I laid down next to her, letting my hand glide from her knee, up her thigh to her hips and belly, and finally to her left breast. I leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth. "Would you have let the guy from the bar do this?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"I want you to think about being in his room. His hands all over your body. His face buried in your pussy and his cock pounding you."
"Ok," she said breathlessly.
