This is based on a true story. It happened pretty much like written, given the years that have passed since then. Safe sex is always the best answer.
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She slinked in from the adjoining motel room wearing her toga party outfit. White, of course, with golden stitching which looked like a chain running from her covered shoulder under her other arm and back up. It was short, of course, so her gorgeous legs were on display. She had on gold and white platform sandals that made her legs look delicious. The material wasn't thick enough to hide her 34C breasts or her obviously aroused nipples, nor conceal her white and gold trimmed thong. Her dark brown hair was curled in a "just fucked" look, with a white band with gold trim just showing across her forehead. Her makeup was haunting, dark eyes, ruby red lips, with a little gold glitter on her cheeks and her exposed shoulder. Finger and toe nails done in glittery gold as well.
Our conversation stopped when we saw her. Elvan and I just stared at my wife as she strutted over in front of us, did a slow 360, then stepped to the bed we were sitting on and sat down in between us. Neither of us said a word for an hour, or maybe it was 20 seconds. We just stared, jaws dropped at her body on display in such an erotic way.
Breaking the spell, she said "So, this isn't what you had in mind, when I said I wanted to model a few things for you?"
Elvan turned his face next hers, and, being somewhat more suave than I was, answered "Pretty lady, this is beyond anything we were remotely hoping for. You are a vision in white in that outfit." He followed up his comment by kissing my wife, a long, slow, deep kiss.
Breaking the kiss, my wife, Tiffany asked "I'll trade you a sip of your drink for a hit off my joint?" We were too distracted to notice what she had in her hand when she walked in. She lit up the smoke, and took a deep hit. Elvan followed, then me. Those two had a couple more hits before she took a drink of the rum and coke he offered her.
The use of "medical" marijuana has different effects on us all. It always tends to increase my wife's already enhanced sex drive, making her almost sexually insatiable, depending on the weed and her mood. From the limited experience with Elvan, it seems to have the same effect on him. For me, the relaxing effects tend to put me in a much more easy going mood, and ultimately to sleep.
The conversation then flowed to other topics, the people in our rugby club, what others were doing, just general chit chat for about 10 minutes, before my wife stood up, did another 360 and walked to the connecting door. "I'll be back in a few, I mean, if you guys want me to continue," she said as she left us to our football game. We both say yes several times wanting to see what she will wear next. I knew she wanted to do this when she brought it up, but I wasn't allowed to see what she would be wearing.
Elvan and I were on the same rugby team. I was an average forward, 6'2, 220, Elvan was an outstanding back, 5'7, 155. He was the fastest guy on the team, by far and a great tackler. Besides that, he was a genuinely nice guy. This wasn't the first time Tiff and Elvan had been together. At the bar after one of our games, they slipped out to our van to have a joint. She seemed to be gone for an hour or more, but I was partying, so I wasn't sure. Later, she came back in with a huge smile on her face, whispering to me that she was full of Elvan's sperm. I grabbed her and we were home in about 10 seconds, with me almost ripping her clothes off. She made me eat her well fucked pussy, making her cum several times before she would let me drive my cock into her. I lasted about half as long as it took to get home.
"Do you want to know the best thing about Elvan?" she asked as we snuggled after. "His cock isn't actually as big as yours, but he can last fooooooooooorever. And, after he cums, he doesn't get soft. He fucked me twice in the van." That comment did it for me, and I was rock hard again, and into her very used pussy. I ended up fucking her 3 times that night. She was a little sore in the morning.
Back to the hotel, Elvan and I sat there like a couple of dumb asses and watched football for the next 10 minutes or so. We acted like this was the most normal thing in the world, watching my gorgeous wife wander into our adjoined hotel room looking smoking hot in a super sexy outfit. But, we talked about the plays and the bad ref calls, sipping our drinks and trying to be cool and not act like we were dying for her to return, which we were.
She appeared at the door again, this time in a black lace bustle-back slip. It had a bra like top connected to a slip that had a satin bow on front and back with ruffle layers at back and ruffle trim on cups and hem. She wore black sandals as well. The fabric was a bit more sheer than the toga outfit, and we could easily see her black thong panties. Once again, our conversation stopped as Elvan and I gazed at this gorgeous creature invading our space.
Smoke, drink, kiss and she left the room again. I was sporting major wood, and I could tell Elvan was as hard as I was. But, this time we high fived each other as she left and commented we couldn't wait for round 3.
Our third treat was a white rhinestone and lace teddy that glimmered as she walked through the door. It had a deep v-neck, unlined triangle cups, these crisscross straps at back, a thong bottom and a bow in the back. I noticed an obvious theme here, white, black and less and less coverage each time.
