Grey clouds scudded across the sky, the temperature was in the fifties, and I was leaning against the front of my wife's car. This would be okay if I were at home waiting for her to get ready to go shopping or go out somewhere. Not so. Her car was parked at the curb of a chain motel where the rooms faced onto the parking lot, not an interior hallway.
As I sat, or rather leaned, I considered the last month or so of following, watching, taking photos and making notes; in other words stalking my wife. Taking photos was the easy part; playing private detective was a bit more difficult. I had decided to confront my wife. It was time to make a change, and it would be in my favor. I was tired of sitting in a cold, damp car watching and waiting.
Today was slightly different. A strange male visited the room about 10:30 AM till almost noon, a pizza delivery guy stopped by for about ten minutes and finally a guy I recognized from a week ago finally left about 2:30 PM. It was the pizza guy that intrigued me most; she had not stayed for lunch before, always leaving by a little after 12:00. But the young pizza delivery guy stayed in the room for nearly ten minutes. My thoughts spiraled into the gutter on this one.
A soft thump against the wall next to the door of the room, then the door opened. My wife Cheryl, her back to me and wearing a set of loose sweats, backed out of the room carrying a small travel bag in one hand, her purse and room key in the other.
"So, how the fuck are you doing?" I commented just as she began to turn around.
"OH, NO! OH, my God," she wheezed as she dropped her valise, purse, keys, and nearly keeled over. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, not having as much fucking fun as you, obviously." I moved close to Cheryl, slipped my hand around her waist, and groped her firm little ass.
"Stop. Somebody might see you!" She attempted to act dignified.
"Oh, yeah, this from a woman who spent most of the day at a motel on her back with three male visitors getting her brains fucked out," I accused as I tugged her a bit closer.
"What are you doing, spying on me?" Again, I was dealing with the slightly holier-than-thou attitude emanating from her mouth. "How would you know I was on my back?"
"You're right. I couldn't see inside and watch the real fun of you fucking strange males." I was kneading her right breast as we stood outside in the cool weather. I could feel her nipple getting a bit harder from my attentiveness. I so enjoyed fondling her pliant tit flesh.
"Y..you are such a pervert!" she stammered, trying to back off, but not as determined as before. I continued to fondle her tit.
"Oh, so I'm the pervert? You're the one meeting and fucking strange males at a motel. If I'm a pervert, then you're a slut," I replied.
She made no response. Her mouth moved, and she still made a vain attempt at backing away. The problem was she was enjoying me molesting her in public. Her inner slut was finally coming out.
"Why don't we continue this discussion in the room? I presume you have it rented until tomorrow, as this isn't a by-the-hour motel." I ran my hand down from her boob to her crotch and rubbed her pussy covered by her sweats, noting that she seemed a bit damp. I always did love the feel of her pussy. Then, I quickly pulled my semi-hard cock from my slacks, and began stroking it as she gazed at me as if she had never seen a man stroking his cock in public.
"I wanna try some of this!" I ran my hand back and forth over her pussy. "I know those other guys sure must've had plenty of fun in your hot cunt."
"Stop...somebody will see," she protested once again, but not as harshly, and she made little effort to really stop my playing with her. She was beginning to enjoy the perverse play.
"Who the fuck cares? I sure don't get as much ass as some of your fuckers." I said rudely.
"Then let's go in the room and have a real discussion about you and your lovers — or should I say fuckers?" I commented rather crudely as she grabbed her valise and keys from the ground and moved toward the door she had exited just a few minutes before. With my hand on her rear end, firmly groping her shapely ass cheek, I followed her into the motel room.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, a bit of lust in her voice, but still somewhat confrontational.
"Well, first, I want to see what you have in your bag there," I said as I began to fondle her sexy tits once again, stopping to let her open the bag on the small luggage stand. I turned and rummaged through what she had in the bag, noticing hose, garter belt, and a small shelf bra, none of which I had ever seen before. There were also a couple of toys, which I would confront her about later.
"Here, go put these on in the bathroom. I'll be on the bed waiting for you," I directed as she took the three items and headed to the bath. I quickly stripped and flopped onto the bed, avoiding the wet spot on the window side of the mattress. I propped the drape open slightly near the bottom edge of the window, just in case we had a peeping Tom.
Cheryl returned in a couple of minutes, slowly turning around as she walked in the room. I do enjoy a nice strip or sex show.
"Why are you playing with yourself?" she asked sardonically as she finished turning, then swaggered to the foot of the bed, leaning over, her c-cup tits hanging lewdly from her chest, nipples hard, jiggling provocatively, and red lace of the shelf bra accenting her tits.
"Because you look so fucking hot dressed like that. Which of the studs got to see you in that outfit?" I asked as she slowly crawled onto the bed, staring at me stroking my cock, then my eyes, then back to my cock.
"Keith, the second one. He likes for me to wear sexy outfits when we fuck," she replied lewdly as she moved closer to my crotch and me stroking. My wife was truly getting into this slut scenario.
"What did you wear for the first guy, slut?"
Her tits swayed provocatively as she slowly moved seductively up the bed.
"Nothing. He wanted me completely nude. It was his first time to fuck me. He was a bit shy, but requested me to be naked." She was now at my cock and slowly lowered her head, opening her mouth at the same time, taking just the head of my dick between her lips, sucking gently.
"What did you do with the first fucker?" I asked, stroking with my left hand, running my right through her hair.
"He wanted to talk, play with me, then he fucked me once." She let my cock slip from her mouth to speak, then back to sucking. She was actually getting into this idea of telling me about her sucking and fucking her lovers.
"Mmm, nice. Was he a good fuck?"
"A bit nervous," she answered. "So, not really a hot fuck."
I was really getting off on her nasty talk.
"You look so fucking sexy sucking my cock. You must have learned a bit about sucking dick from your fuckers. I'm sure they all want you to suck them off." I continued to run my hands through her hair and guide her head up and down on my cock.
"Most do, but just to get them hard before they fuck me," she replied as she ran her tongue up the bottom side of my cock from balls to tip.
"How many fuckers do you have?" I asked in a blunt tone.
"Six studs that I suck and fuck, since we're being crude about it," she replied as she took the head of my cock in her hot mouth.
I reached over to the nightstand and handed my slutty wife the tube of lube I had pulled from her bag.
"Here, lube up my cock and climb on. I want to fuck you while we talk more about the fuckings you received today."
