Slut Hotwife - Flirting for Fun

Jeff had arranged to meet some clients for a business dinner in their hotel restaurant and was bringing me along as distractive eye candy. He insisted I dressed as sexily and conservatively as was humanly possible. The contract was secured, but Jeff felt that a little smooshing and flirting would possibly ensure future contracts. I had decided to wear a skin-tight sheath dress with a plunging neckline, showing off my huge firm breasts majestically. Obviously because of the slashed neckline I had no option but to forego a bra. Beneath the dress I was wearing a very thin soft black lace Waspie, which was cinching my waist magnificently. The Waspie was attached to black shear stockings with a vampish seam. I decided against a thong or panties, preferring to have my shaved pussy free to the elements. The sheath dress was in a shiny black cire material and clung to my body, ensuring every sexy curve was emphasised.

My Waspie was partially visible beneath the dress so I decided to disguise my erotic lingerie with a high waisted black belt, which only enhanced my waist even more. Jeff gave me a wolf whistle when I walked into the lounge, handing me a large Vodka and Diet Coke, he smiled.

"I'm sure I'll secure a lifetime of contracts with a hotwife like you on my arm!"

I looked at him with a sense of achievement and whispered.

"Just wait till I start my flirting!" I giggled, watching Jeff roll his eyes knowingly.

"Let's get in the car before I change my mind and stay here and ravish my hotwife!" Jeff smiled, swallowing his drink hurriedly.

"Promises, promises!" I sniggered sarcastically.

We pulled away from our drive heading off to the hotel when Jeff's phone burst into life. Another potential client was in town and was looking to get some time with Jeff this evening to clear one or two issues up. It turns out this client was staying in the hotel opposite to where we were heading. Jeff promised to visit with the client between 8:30 and 11:00. He hung up his phone and I looked over at my husband as his analytical mind went into overdrive. Without any hesitation he began his monologue.

"I'll leave the dinner at 8:20 insinuating I need to attend to an issue with another contract and this will show them my out of office hours commitment!" Jeff continued.

"This will mean leaving you with the two clients but the way you look that will soften any blow, and I'm sure you'll enjoy flirting with these Italian gentlemen!"

I sat bolt upright in the passenger seat and a sound of panic flowed out of my mouth.

"You know I don't speak any Italian!" I uttered.

"Relax babe. These guys speak perfect English and they are both very charming with the Latin look you obviously enjoy. I'm sure you'll all get along like a house on fire tonight, and as things have turned out this way it's a blessing in disguise that you look so outrageously hot, which will distract them from my absence. I'll need you you to flirt wildly with this guys babe. Take them dancing or something, but please keep them distracted from my absence!" Jeff implored.

"Well if they're hot blooded Italians it will be my pleasure to flirt with them and keep them distracted!" I giggled, actually looking forward to meeting my Italian objects of desire.

"When they clock you they'll be all over you like a rash!" Jeff laughed "Maybe I should rethink this situation!"

I looked at Jeff sternly as he burst out laughing.

"They know you're my wife! What could possibly happen?" He said with an air of confidence.

"We'll just have to wait and see!" I said with a satisfied smirk.

For the remainder of the car journey I teased Jeff insinuating that I was feeling a little sexy and may flirt rather amorously with my Italian stallions. Jeff being Jeff, just laughed it off, possibly putting it down to my very mischievous outlook on life.

We arrived at the hotel car park, ensuring we parked close to the reception. Getting out of the car, we made our way through the opulent marble reception, taking the first left to the hotels five star restaurant. Jeff approached the concierge who directed us to our table. To my delightful surprise, already seated at the table were two of the most handsome men I'd ever seen in my entire life. These men were so stunning I swear my pussy began to fizz with sexual excitement instantly. Both Latin gods had shiny black hair, cut very stylishly, framing their masculine handsome faces. Both clean shaven but you could see the dark shadows of their facial hair. Their dazzling white smiles enhanced by their Mediterranean olive skin. Both gentleman looked at me as they pushed their seats back, standing to greet us. When I looked into those deep brown eyes, I felt my legs buckle slightly, so strong was my sexual desire. Both guys walked over to Jeff, shaking his hand vigourously. I could see the magnificent masculine toned physiques of both guys as they greeted my husband. Turning their attention to me, both guys held my hand to their lips and brushed those beautiful lips across the back of my hand. A strong shiver rippled up and down my spine, tingling my nerve endings with obvious sexual desire.

"Jeff, you did not tell us how radiant and beautiful your wife is!" The tallest of the two said, his arm around my waist as he eased me in to my chair.

"My name is Gio and my colleague is Paulo!" He smiled, gliding my chair behind me.

I arched my back, thrusting my huge firm breasts forward, as I nestled my pert buttocks on to the seat of my chair. Gio and Paulo paid full attention to my sexual seating charade.

"It's an absolute pleasure to meet you both!" I drawled smiling at both men "I'm Sara!" I finished smiling directly at the two Adonis like creature.

"The pleasure is all ours!" Paulo smiled, revealing his sexy Italian accent to me.

Jeff took his seat at the table and the guys all headed into business talk. The waiter arrived with our menus and took our drinks order. I asked for my usual vodka and Diet Coke, Jeff prompting for a fruit juice and both Italians ordering an Amaretto with ice.

The small talk paused for a moment as everyone perused the menu. A few minutes passed when the waiter returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. I would love to divulge what everyone ordered but for some strange reason this is one point of the evening that totally escapes my memory recall. I do recall that we all skipped the starter and plumped for a main course each. It was during the main course that Jeff's phone alarm went off, his signal to bale out, which he pretended was a call. He excused himself and took the imaginary call away from the table. Both Italian guys poured on the charm the second Jeff left the table. The guys were sitting either side of me, roguishly smiling and flagrantly casting their roaming eyes toward my exposed cleavage.

Jeff returned to the table and apologised that he would need to cut the evening short as one of his other clients needed his services on an overseas contract and he would need to go to his office to access his communication set up and work files. I looked quickly at both guys and turned to Jeff.

"Honey, Gio, Paulo and I will finish our meal and have a few drinks. You go and sort your issues out and let me know later how things are going!" I smiled, watching both Italians perk up somewhat at my suggestion to stay with the guys and have a few drinks. Jeff smiled at me handing over his credit card, apologised once more and left the restaurant.

Smiling contentedly I looked at my Italian cohorts and said.

"Gentleman I am at your service and hopefully I will keep you entertained this evening!" I said this in a very sultry tone.

Gio smiled a warm sexy smile and spoke with his romantic accent.

"It is entertaining without question to be in the presence of such a beautiful and very sexy lady. Jeff is one very lucky man!"

I almost got lost in the pool of lust that were his dreamy brown eyes. I actually felt my cheeks flush with equal measures of sincere pride and sexual excitement.

"Why thank you Gio, you should know I feel privileged being in the company of such strong handsome men!" I smiled with flirtatious intent.

Gio and Paulo both laughed heartily and leant forward to kiss my cheeks. Once again I felt myself blush slightly as my stomach flipped with innocent excitement. Thankfully the subdued lighting disguised my blush, but it also made the deep Mediterranean tans of both men even more pronounced.

Gio smiled at my coyness, placing his strong masculine hand on my right knee. His fingers gently caressed the smooth silky denier of my stocking clad leg. An electric buzz of excitement shot up my inner thigh as my Italian guest squeezed my knee gently, moving slowly up my stockinged thigh. I gently bit my lip with nervous sexual excitement, something Gio picked up on.

His hand moved stealthily on to my inner thigh, tenderly stimulating the excited nerve ends of my inner thigh. A soft moan left my lips voluntarily as my legs opened slightly allowing Gio greater access to my stockinged legs.

My husband had only minutes earlier left me with the two Italian stallions, and already his memory had evaporated from my mind as the tingling eroticism of the silk like touch of Gio caressed my inner thigh.

Paolo was well aware of what was going on as he smiled an experienced knowing smile as Gio's fingertips aroused my ever increasing libido.

I leant back in my chair, my shoulder blades pushing against the high back of my restaurant chair. My breasts were thrusting forward as my legs opened as wide as my dress would allow. My stocking tops were exposed as Gio's magical fingers stroked the soft bare flesh above my stockings. Every tingling touch was sexual ecstasy as my nerve endings responded subserviently to his masterful touch. Paolo had moved his seat closer to me as I felt his hand on my left thigh. My eyes were half closed with lust as I nervously chewed my own bottom lip. I moved my ass forward in my chair as Gio's fingers made gentle contact with my shaved pussy. Both guys smiled seductively as I felt my arousal level reach an all time high. Thankfully my husband had chosen a remote area in the restaurant, perfect for privacy when talking business, and this was by far the most enjoyable business conversation I'd ever been involved with.

Gio's fingers delicately stroked my smooth slit, encouraging my stockinged legs to open further. My legs had parted to such an extent, that my dress had ridden above my pussy, revealing my married cock hungry cunt to both guys.

Paolo leant close and wriggled his snake like tongue into my erogenous ear.

"Would you like that we take this to our room and cater to your sexual needs?"

His voice poured into my ear like warm sexual syrup.

I nodded my head excitedly as Gio slid his index finger inside my pussy, causing me to moan and roll my eyes in sexual ecstasy.

"Take me upstairs and fuck me!" I panted encouragingly.

A euphoric state of emotional bliss possessed me completely. I was sexually aroused beyond all comprehension, intertwined with a dreamy emotional presence replicating the sensation of falling in love. Any thoughts of my husband were so distant in my emotional psyche as I craved the lavish attention my Italian stallions were about to empower me with.

Gio helped me from my seat as Paolo made his way to the Maitre De to pay our bill. Gio escorted me to the elevators in the reception as I heard the echo of Paolo's footsteps approach us.

"I've ordered some Champagne and strawberries to be sent to my room!" Paolo smiled as he took my right hand in his and kissed the back of my hand with the gentlest brush of his full Latin lips. The soft flesh on the back of my hand quivered as his lips and warm breath enticed my sexual ardour.

The elevator doors opened as the three of us stepped into the cart, knowing full well we were about to embark on a sexual tryst, forbidden yet somehow absolutely necessary. Both men moved closer and took up station either side of my exposed neck. Their teeth and lips, combined with their hot breath, began to perform sexual miracles on the erogenous areas of my neck. My ears were invited to the sensation party, as the tips of their tongues explored my aural cavities. My hands voluntarily clutched the throbbing pulsating crotches of both studs, feeling their vibrant manhoods, blood engorged and desperate to be released from the restraints of their clothing.

Gio placed his right hand under my chin, moving my face upwards. His full lips brushed gently against mine, as we softly kissed, gently chewing the warm membrionic flesh of each other's lips.

"The elevator doors opened as we arrived at the floor of choice.

"First we will make love to you the way a woman should be made love too!" Gio smiled warmly.

"Then we will fuck you the way a cheating hotwife needs to be fucked!" He snarled, ensuring my stomach flipped with unbridled lust and sexual excitement.

I placed my hands either side of his face and pulled him toward me. My lips covered his as we crushed our bodies together in a sensuous passionate kiss. His strong hands cupped my buttocks as his fingers manipulated my buttocks majestically.

Moaning contentedly into his locked mouth, I felt Paolo's hands circle my waist from behind and smooth their way to my breasts, squeezing my full firm breasts as he pushed his groin in to my buttocks, which were being elegantly manhandled by Gio.

Gio pulled my buttocks apart as I felt the hardness of Paolo pushing against my stretched flesh. Paolo began to slide my dress over my buttocks and up my waist, slowly and deliberately, exposing the flesh of my ass inch by inch. Gio stroked my arms sensually as I raised them above my head, helping Paolo in dress removing task. The tight dress eased over my head as I stepped out of its tight confines.

I was now standing wearing only my waspie, stockings and high heels, revealing my large firm breasts and smooth shaved pussy to my Italian stallions. Paolo held my breasts in both hands, gently coaxing my nipples to erection as he nuzzled his pearly white teeth in to the nape of my neck, sending sexual shivers of pure joy up and down my spine. Gio's right hand was stroking my smooth shaved mound, his fingers sliding deftly between my pussylips, arousing my clitoris and labia with every delicate stroke. He looked deep into my eyes as his lips closed on my own. His tongue slithering between my teeth, seeking out my own tongue as we kissed passionately.

Paolo removed his hands from my breasts and began to rapidly remove his clothes. Gio's passionate, kissing accompanied by his expert manhandling of my married pussy, kept me fully occupied as Paolo disrobed.

I felt Paolo's hands returned to my breasts, as his prominent erection slid between my naked buttocks. Gio stopped kissing me as he turned me toward Paolo.

Paolo smiled as he brushed his soft lips against mine, slipping his tongue between my teeth. Gio began to undress as Paolo pushed his hard cock toward my naked pussy. The swollen head of his cock, nudged politely against the smooth slit of my pussy. I moaned into Paolo's mouth as his cock slipped back and forth between my pussylips. My eyes opened with surprise when I felt Gio's hands cup my breasts. His teeth began to nuzzle into the nape of my neck, sending delightful tingling sensations up and down my spine. Paolo was kissing me passionately as every erogenous zone on my body felt like it was being stimulated.

Gio lips eased toward my ear, brushing lightly across my goose-bumped neck. His warm breath breezed into my aural cavity as his Italian accent tantalised me.

"We must thank your husband for leaving his beautiful wife to entertain us!"

His words aroused my erogenous ears and stimulated my mental arousal, feeling the bodily heat of both Italians, waiting to submit my body to the sexual onslaught the guys were preparing to admonish. I gave a little shudder at the thought of Jeff handing me over to these studs to be ravished. Jeff would know I would be flirting outrageously, but he would have no inclination that every tight hole I possess was about to be gloriously defiled by my Italian playthings. My pulse was pounding loudly in my ears as both guys ran their hands all over my body, paying excessive attention to my breasts, shaved pussy and scandalously excited asshole. Every erogenous nerve was active and functioning to maximum arousal capacity. This was a night of sexual pleasure that will live on in my memory forever.

"We approve of your lingerie choice. This is the underwear a woman of loose virtue would adorn!" Paolo said in a soft voice.

"Your husband is an absolute gentleman presenting his wife to us like a trophy whore!"

His words aroused me tremendously. In the most gentlemanly way possible he was calling me an unfaithful slut, and I loved it.

Paolo nibbled on the nape of my neck, sending sexual shivers up and down my spine. The index finger of his right hand was making small circular movements around the tingling puckered flesh of my excited anus. I found my self swaying my hips in rhythm to his circulating finger. His erect cock was pushing against the curves of my buttocks, making my head spin with sexual anticipation.

Gio's right hand smoothed its way down my toned stomach, enjoying the fetish thrill of stroking my waist cinching waspie, before nestling tenderly on my smooth shaved mound. I drew a large intake of breath as his index finger slid inside the groove of my smooth shaved slit. The air expelled from my lungs forming a low guttural moan, created by the sensual exploration of my Italian studs fingers.

Gio kissed me gently as his index finger slid beyond my labia and began to finger fuck my married pussy. I rocked my hips in unison, matching the rhythm of his invading finger. Paolo took this opportunity to slowly push his fingertip beyond my sphincter. My ravenous sexual itch was now being soothed as my Latin lovers began to escalate my sexual arousal.

I had never in my life wanted to be filled with cock so much. I was at the point of desperation, my need for cock was so demanding. Both guys sensed this but continued to tease me and keep pleasuring me with their delightful fingers.

Gio began making small intimate circles with his index finger, ensuring the inner flesh of my pussy was receiving attention. Paolo's finger was slowly stretching the tight flesh of my asshole, dipping his inquisitive finger deeper into my asshole causing my eyes to roll with sexual tension.

The garter straps of my waspie were being gently stroked by both guys, alerting me to their sexual approval of my choice of lingerie.

In what seemed like sexual unison, both guys knelt on the floor, leaving their heads level with my pussy and ass. Both guys extended their tongues, almost choreographing their oral intentions, as the tip of their tongues lightly lapped the shaved smooth slit of my pussy and the pink puckered flesh of my asshole.

I moaned uncontrollably as my Latin studs stimulated my erogenous flesh.

I felt my hips voluntarily sway back and forth, encouraging both tongues to pleasure my married openings.

Placing my left hand on Paolo's head and my right hand on Gio's head, I pulled their heads into my body, tousling their hair mischievously as their Latin tongues squirmed the most powerful orgasm out of me.

As my breathing calmed I could feel the tip of Paolo's tongue circle the excited flesh of my puckered ring. His warm pointed tip, slid inside my tight sphincter, squirming and wriggling it's way inside my asshole. The length of his tongue was incredible as he snaked his incredible tongue deeper in to my ass. My sexual arousal was now at it's peak with the invading tongue lavishing my erogenous asshole. Gio placed both hands on my shaved mound and smoothly parted my pussy, exposing my pink opening to his saliva coated Tongue. My legs weakened as my body rested on the strong jaws of my Italian stallions.