My wife Randi and I had been married nearly twenty years. Although in our forties, we had both kept in shape by running and working out, and even after two children, Randi always managed to look great and could still turn heads. Our sex life was good, or so I thought, and Randi would willingly throw in a few kinks just to keep things fresh.
We had scheduled a romantic weekend at our favorite hotel in Cincinnati, however, business was keeping me in Lexington longer than expected so our Friday night together did not look too promising. Since our sitter was already lined up, we decided that Randi would drive down on Friday to do some shopping and that I would meet up with her later in the day on Saturday.
As it turned out, I wrapped up earlier than expected and decided that I would suprise my wife at the hotel. After establishing that she had checked in, I got a second key and went up to our large suite. Although she wasn't in , I smiled when I noticed that she had brought a good bottle of cab and two long stemmed glasses. This weekend was going to get off to a great start.
I figured that she was shopping at the complex across the street and decided to walk a few blocks to the pub we frequent in the theater district. I planned on calling her from there expecting to hear her squeal in suprise and delight that I was already in town.
It was crowded as usual, and as my eyes adjusted to the light I ordered a pint. I looked across the room and doubted at first what I saw. My wife was tucked back in one of the corner booths. For the briefest of moments, my pulse jumped and I started up form my stool before I noticed that she wasn't alone.
Sitting next to her was a young man that I recognized. I had met Marcus a few times at her work. He was in his mid-twenties, taller than me with broad shoulders tapering to lean hips. He still looked like the wide receiver he had been a few years earlier in college. He was a light-skinned black man with short hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
My wife was dressed in a black, spaghetti-strapped camisole top, tight jeans and was wearing her black leather mules with the four inch heels. I knew, from seeing her in this top before, that she would bra-less and that when she moved you would be able to see a thin strip of her midriff above her jeans. Her hair hung straight past her shoulders and had been recently highlighted making her very blonde.
Even from my vantage point, I could see her lips shining wetly, heavily glossed, and she was wearing much more eye make-up than usual. She looked absolutely incredible. Oddly, I noticed a pack of Virginia Slims 120's lying on the table in front of her topped by a tiny gold lighter. I knew that she had smoked briefly before we had started dating, but given the miles we put in at the gym, I had no idea that she had picked up the habit again.
As I watched them together, it was obvious that they had been drinking. I noticed Randi laughing and staring intently into her co-worker's eyes when he spoke to her. When my wife reached for a cigarette, Marcus picked up the lighter. She placed the long white cigarette between her thickly glossed lips and leaned forward slightly bringing its tip to the flame, her small hand lightly resting on his. She dragged deeply and tipped her chin upwards, blowing a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling.
She propped her elbow on the table and took another slow draw, scooting even closer to Marcus. Marcus brought his face down towards hers and as he leaned in to kiss her, I saw her jaw drop slightly to allow his tongue entry. They kissed deeply, but only briefly, and continued their conversation.
As I continued to watch, I noticed Marcus shift so he could get his right hand under the table and between my wife's legs. Randi smiled up at him and spread her legs slightly, clearly eager to feel his touch. After a few moments of his attention, she placed her cigarette in the ashtray and brought both hands up to his face. She pulled him to her, opening her mouth for a deep soulful kiss.
I quickly left the pub and headed back to the hotel. I told the clerk that I needed the adjoining room and luckily it was available. I moved my suitcase and made sure the door between the suites was open. I turned off all the lights in my new room and waited.
Nearly an hour had passed when I heard someone in the hallway. Through the peephole, I could see Randi and Marcus,arm in arm, approaching her room. I hurried back to the adjoining door and peered through the small crack I had left. I saw them come in and close the door behind them. Randi dumped her purse on the bedside table and walked slowly and seductively back to Marcus. She threw her arms up around his neck as he bent to kiss her. Their mouths worked hungrily on one another and you could hear their lips smacking as their tongues dueled.
Marcus cupped my wife's tight ass in his hands as they kissed, pushing his fat crotch into her belly. He grabbed the bottom of the camisole and pulled it up over her head, Randi lifting her arms to allow him free access. Marcus moved his hands up to cup my wife's small, perky breasts and flicked his thumbs acrossed her nipples causing her to moan. Randi slowly unbuttoned Marcus's shirt as they continued to kiss. Her hands slid lightly acrossed his flat, muscled stomach and up to his deep, hairless chest. She pinched his nipple before kissing her way down his neck, sucking its hardness into her mouth.
She dropped her hands to his belt and undid his buckle and pants. She pushed his pants down and caught his semi-erect cock as it bounced free of his jeans. She stroked his cock lovingly with both of her french manicured hands.
"God I love your cock!" she sighed " I can't wait to have you in my mouth!"
With a quick kiss , Randi bent to her knees. Marcus was now nearly fully erect, slightly longer than me but much thicker. I noticed my wife's wedding bands glint as she slowly stroked up and down his length, her small hand unable to go around his girth as she cupped his balls with her other hand.
She lightly licked the head of his cock, then puckering her lips, eagerly sucked his precum into her mouth. She kissed the head of his cock before pointing it upwards, licking down its length to his balls. She took her time, as she typically does, sucking each of his balls into her mouth while continuing to work his cock with her hand.
Marcus leaned back, clearly enjoying my wife's work.
"Jesus" he said "You are a freaky little slut. Aren't you?"
Randi laughed and pulled her lips from his cock and replied " I'm YOUR freaky little WHITE slut!" before she went back to sucking his balls and licking his long shaft.
"You forgot married" Marcus added "What would your husband say if he caught you sucking another man's dick?"
Randi looked up from her knees and replied in mock seriousness "Oh. . .He wouldn't like that at all!"
With that my wife took his cock in her mouth and began to rhythmically bob her head over his manhood. Marcus put his hand on her head as she took his length down her throat, gagging slightly, her jaw open widely.
