The wife gets caught with her pants down
Nothing was special about that Saturday night. Out with my wife Valerie to a seafood place in an adjacent town. There happened to be an older refurbished hotel that we had heard about so after our meal we went down the street to look it over. We found it to be a nice place, a well done remodel with a retro-style lobby and a small wine bar with tables at the front windows.
Valerie was wearing a light peasant style skirt just above the knee with her newly purchased and expensive over-the-calf black leather boots. She wore a cotton tank top that called nice attention to her 34 inch breasts and showed off those nipples that I love. I knew she was in a sexy mood but I didn't have a clue how this would develop.
It was the usual date night interplay with flirtatious exchanges and a few sexual flashes from her, mostly in the form of crotch shots. These were for my benefit but there were a couple of other guests in the room and this was one of Val's new delights. Since she discovered flashing it had become a kind of a sexual foreplay for her.
After several drinks she was getting a little intoxicated, not drunk, but certainly buzzed. She leaned over and suggested we take a tour of the hotel to see if we would like to come back on an overnighter.
Not totally naive, I was aware of another "tour" we took that ended in a stairwell blowjob. That one, at a Holiday Inn, was interrupted midway by a junior manager who was searching for "the two suspicious persons" roaming about the hotel. As I heard him come up the metal stairway I zipped up quickly to avoid embarrassment. I have always fantasized what might have happened had we just continued and he found us with my dick in Valerie's mouth. Could I diffuse the situation by offering him that same pretty mouth for his enjoyment?
He was young, maybe twenty five and I must say I would have loved to see something like that take place. Well, it didn't, but I have talked about this possibility with Val more than once since then.
"Would you have sucked that guy off?" "How hot were you?" "If I gave you the opportunity would you let him cum in your mouth?"
She answers with a "possibly...maybe...it could happen. It might be fun to be so nasty."
A good return delivered with a coy smile. It cultivates my fantasy life to have such a wife thinking along with my dirty mind. This is very good bedtime talk that never fails to spark our arousal.
The hotel was a three story building. We walked past the small registration desk to the stairway entrance. We climbed up to the second floor, popped our heads in for a look, and proceeded to the third floor. There we found an undersized alcove off the main hallway with a window looking out to the rear of the adjacent building which had a courtyard with tables, an area that was an attractive space but seemed to be unoccupied at that time.
Valerie stood at the window leaning forward with her arms at the sill. Her butt was projected back towards me provocatively whereupon she added a wiggle or two. Unmistakably a signal, a sexual gesture: "Look at my ass. Nice, eh? This could be yours."
Of course I acted on this posture as an opportunity for play. I stepped up to her and rubbed her upper thighs and rear. I lifted her skirt up over her hips and folded it to her back. Valerie's beautiful ass was there, encased by her pretty blue bikini panties, the ones she had been showing me in the lobby bar.
I was pretty damn excited with this display and I took no time in sliding those panties down over her boots to her ankles. She lifted her feet to clear the underwear but made no other change to her stance. She was still offering herself to me. This gal wanted to be fucked right then and there, while we were in this semi-public place looking out into the courtyard below.
My dick sprang out from my lowered trousers and probed the very wet entry into Valerie's pussy. She was more than ready and swallowed my length in one thrust. She was holding on to the iron window pull with the fingers of both hands. Val was not passive as she pushed back with my movements.
As I held her hips, we I rocked together with a sexual joining that was slowly building to a crescendo. We were surprisingly alone in our moment even though it was a somewhat public reality. We were just quietly fucking each other.
Alone isn't the right description, however. I became aware of a person behind me in the hallway. I turned my head to see the young man from the front desk. I guess he was wondering where this couple had gone off to, just like the Holiday Inn guy.
