Tonight I am going to share you with another man, you have been nervously looking forward to it all day just waiting for the sun to go down. The need for a release after the tense excitement and nervous energy building inside of you is almost overwhelming. You walk to the front window and take a peek outside, the only car parked outside of our hotel room is ours, you let the curtains close and head to the bathroom to get ready, knowing he might be here soon. You find black stockings, a short skirt, a crotchless teddy and a blind fold laid out for you. You raise your voice loud enough for me to hear and ask "All of this?" "Yes, then go lie down" I tell you.
A drink is left out for you on a night stand, you drink all of it down hoping to calm your nerves a bit before getting comfortable, still unsure if we're going to follow through; you lay there scrolling your phone as you feel the drink kicking in. Before long you hear a car door close, instantly your heart begins racing. You put your phone down and blind fold on. You're laying there listening, trying to focus through the haziness you're feeling from the drink. Just when you think maybe it was for a different room you can faintly hear voices. It's apparent I am talking with another man but you can't make out the words. You regret not asking to see what he looks like first, you thought it would make it easier to not know. Your mind is running through a million scenarios, the only thing we discussed was that I was free to share you with another man, I gave no details beyond that.
You forget everything you were thinking about when you notice our voices are getting louder, we must be approaching the room. We're close enough for you to understand us now, we pause outside the room for a moment. He had just asked me something you missed when you hear me respond louder than needed "Don't worry, I gave her enough she probably won't even know shes getting fucked". He chuckles softly at that and says "Alright, after you". You hear the door open and close and a stranger's husky voice asks half jokingly "Your wife dresses like this all the time or is it for me?" "Ha, she dresses how I tell her to. I picked tonight's outfit" I responded. You can feel someone approaching the bed slowly, you want to flinch, move..anything, but you lay there pretending to be asleep. You are squeezing your hands into tight fists and your eyes are jammed shut, you notice and force yourself to relax. Your eyes open a little and you find that your blindfold is not fully blocking your view, you can partially see out from the bottom. A figure standing near the foot of the bed grabs your attention, a man in slacks and a button up shirt is standing there, you can't quite see his face but from the build and clothes you know it's the man. He looks about my size, maybe a little more of a gut, roughly the same height but you can't be sure since you can only see up to his chest. From the sound of his voice he sounds a little older or he smokes. He moves a little closer, next to you on the side of the bed "Damn, you have good taste. She looks great" He says as he is leaning in, looking up and down your body taking you all in. "Yeah she can be a sexy little slut, I dressed her like this so you can feel like you're opening a present as you undress her" I tell him. "Well shit, thanks. But it doesn't look like she needs much undressing." he says as he carefully lifts your skirt to see what's underneath before letting it drop back down.
Hearing us discuss you like you're not in the room is a little uncomfortable, but turning you on in ways you did not fully expect. You can't believe you are laying there dressed like a whore while another man is in the room getting turned on watching you. You almost want to feel humiliated, it would make you feel less dirty if you didn't like it so much.
He says "Okay let's get this started I can't stand here any longer" "Then get started, nothing is stopping you" I tell him. He steps away from the bed while taking off his shirt, as he starts to loosen his belt he says "I thought we were getting started? Why are you just standing there" I tell him "I am going to just watch for now, enjoy" "What are the rules?" He asks "Don't leave any marks" "That's it?" "That's it."
You hear the smile in his voice when he mutters "Well this is going to be fun". As he pulls his boxers down his fully erect penis is visible to you, he is still a few feet away just looking at you, he is rubbing his cock when he whispers to himself "Going to fill that pussy". He starts approaching, he is standing right beside the bed next to you. "Hey, you might need this" I called to him as I tossed him a bottle of lube, he caught it and used one finger to pull up your skirt without touching you, exposing your wet pussy. He lets out a nearly inaudible chuckle "No, I don't think we will" he says and tosses it back to me.
You don't know if your wetness gave you away but he didn't say anything else, you continue to act asleep unsure if he does not realize or if he just does not care one way or the other. He is close enough now you can see his cock is a little wet, the sight of him still stroking it standing so close to you is starting to make you desperate, you forget any of the fear you had and just think to yourself you want to feel that cock inside of you.
He gets on the bed and pushes your legs apart by the ankles, he is kneeling between your legs, you can hear his breathing start to pick up a bit. "Going to open my present" He says full of excitement and lust. His hand starts running up the inside of your leg, slowly, until his hand makes contact with your skin at the top of the stalking. His surprisingly rough fingers touching your thigh gives you goosebumps, he then uses both hands and slowly pulls down one stalking, and then the other.
