We spent a week on the road traveling to the East Coast for Spring Break. On the way back we stayed four hours from home after traveling nine, and a situation presented itself that can combine my reality with my fantasy.
Anything in italics is true, my thoughts about myself and what my wife must think of me, our relationship, our sex life, our life and things I assume about her from many conversations.
Anything in regular font would be fantasy.
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Overnight conversion
(Mel - my wife's - POV)
I was over critical of his driving, considering he was five hours in, it's just lately everything he does is annoying. Especially since we didn't have any 'alone' time until last night and his performance was the lowest yet, the third unsatisfying sexual performance in a row.
My husband is 60, I am 53. Age and life have eroded a decent 30 year sex life (going to celebrate in Europe with friends). His cock's strength has quickly diminished, to the point I imagine having sex with him is like mashing pussies with a woman it's so limp.
Last night, after three weeks of nothing, he finally got hard after cramping in bed and being distracted by NCAA tournament games on the TV. I doubt he brushed his teeth, a must for me, but I kept at him through noise from other hotel rooms finally having him on top.
It was a mushy mess, the head pressing against my lips, he moaned, groaned, I finally felt him!
Then he came.
"Jesus, that was a trooper, slow down!" I said breaking my replay of our sex, and I could see the grimace on his face, sick of my nagging.
Truth was I was no hard and fast fuck. I climax fast, which is why we're a good match, he cums 1-3 minutes in and up until the past two years I'd orgasmed, or worked what's left of his cock, until I did. I was satisfied nine of ten nights we were intimate and that was minimum once a week. Now it's once a month.
I moved him off oral quickly after the kids, now 24 and 27, I hadn't sucked his dick for over a decade and he was forbidden to go down on me. I just don't like keeping things up down there.
I was changing too, not as wet so when he is hard it doesn't push in, he keeps wanting to finger me or go down and I stop him cold.
He rides my arse with our pajamas on like he's going to get there, but we haven't done doggie if over 25 years I don't like feeling that submissive not a thing for me (trauma from a previous relationship). When ready he flips me over and I do like putting my feet on his thighs.
"We're here..." he said with his monotone voice. "I'm going to the bar to watch the games after unloading."
"I'm working out, and don't worry about dinner, I'm not hungry."
It was around 3 p.m., I helped him unload, anything to get him out of the room. Menopause didn't help my over eating, while I was still working out I had put on 30 lbs., a bit of a belly and bigger arse. I put on my oldest tights and a tank, headed to the tiny room where there was a man running and a man riding a bike.
I didn't half blame him for his issues, I wasn't the 5'4" 34c, 120 lbs brunette anymore. I went reddish brown and was 155 that afternoon on the scale, my cheeks swaying nicely while doing the HIIT workout with dumbbells.
"Hey! I RDDDS HATT AHHSS!" I heard a man yell in from the entryway peaking his head around, wearing a visibility jacket, looks like a worker who was staying at the same hotel. He had creamy dark skin, a big smile, I saw him and then he darted away. I shrugged and kept at it, I was getting two workouts in today no matter what to work off the stress of the trip.
My mind drifted to discussions long ago, my husband's brother and his wife swappers and would meet up with a few couples, but on one occasion met up with a 'nice man' at a random hotel. She loved women and other cocks she told me one night rubbing my hand.
I froze and my sister in law pulled her hand back.
Two weeks before our trip we talked about my husband's problems, he admitting he knows how unsatisfying it has to be and has been. I assured him he was fine, his expression low, looking up.
"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted another cock."
I was floored. We'd never talked about it, even discussing his brother we'd just let the conversation die.
"Do you want that?" I heard myself say and felt my pussy warm for the first time in forever.
"If it would please you."
I let it die.
I finished, got some water, headed down the hall to my room, passing the lobby where there were four guys playing cards, the man who yelled at me not sitting there.
"Hey there." HE said appearing from the pantry room where those staying in the suites got food. "Sorry for being so forward."
"Why, what did you say?"
"Oh, you had you music up. Nevermind, have a good night."
He wasn't a 10 but he wasn't a five either.
"No, really, what did you say?" I felt confidence, feeding off how we was looking me over, all of me.
"I complimented your arse."
"Exactly what did you say?"
He leaned in, not wanting his boys to hear.
"I said 'Hey, I'd ride that arse.'"
I froze like always, looking at his smile now dimming. I had yelled at my husband about the what ifs of his driving for five hours and now I was flirting with a stranger who wanted to "ride that arse."
"Have a good night." He turned away, stopped and walked back to my frozen stance, leant in closer, I could smell his musk, the beers he had on the way to the hotel. "Room 127, knock three times and enter."
He turned, walked halfway down the hall, look back, spread his arms as if to say 'you have this if you want it.'
I looked down the other way at the restaurant. My husband would be there until the last game, or at least he'd check back maybe. I could convince him of anything and isn't this what he wants and I was certainly wanting it at that moment.
My pussy was soaking wet.
I went back to the room, threw my phone on the bed and put my head in my hands.
"Fuck it!" I said, and got up without my phone.
I walked down the hall, there were three men still playing cards. I went to room 127, stood outside, took a deep breath, knocked three times and walked in.
I saw HIM on his knees sucking another man's cock. I realized I didn't have my phone, I walked in on two men in their room and maybe others stayed also, there were two queen beds.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I turned to leave.
"No, wait!"
I froze facing the door, hand on the handle.
"Come help me suck this man's fine dick."
My pussy was soaking wet, the air was stale, stank, thick with man. My husband was 50 yards on the other side of the hotel.
My cunt hadn't been filled in forever.
I turned, saw the seven inches hard in HIS hand. HE gestured with his eyes, holding my gaze until I shook my head.
I smiled and went to the floor, my mouth on the head, licking HIS fingers while around the shaft.
"You swallow bitch?" HE asked, his large hands on my arse cheeks, quickly peeling my leggings down. I nodded 'no'. "Try for Daddy."
HIS hand lightly spanked my bare cheek, peeled the other side down and spanked the other cheek, the fabric at my knees. I lifted them and he pulled my bottom naked.
"Daddy like a nice round, warm arse," he said, spanking me again and again, his face pushing to my cunt.
"OHHH!!"
His hands kept spanking me at a medium pace, the slight sting, but erotic as fuck.
The cock at my face entered and exited my mouth, I struggled some, looked up at the white male with a bushy beard. I slobbered around the head, bobbed on it to my throat, it kept hitting resistance.
"Baby, relax," he said, lifting my chin with a finger. "Spit on it and rub it in, then relax and I'll guide you."
Christ, I couldn't believe I was between two men.
"OhhhH!" I said, feeling HIM pull away and line up behind me, his cock pressed against my taint and then inside. "FUCK!!!"
HE pushed his hips forward, squeezed my cheeks together, his length seemed similar to the cock I was spatting on and rubbing in, moaning while getting more length inside my throat.
HE pulled back and thrust inside fast.
"Ohhhh...YESS!" I climaxed.
I rubbed more spit on the other cock, put it in my mouth, relaxed. The white man angled my face, pushed and I felt it go an inch further in my throat than a cock ever had.
"GgFaaafft!"
HE pushed deeper, inching forward.
"GHHHFFTTT!!!!"
The two men slowly converged and I can officially say I'd never been penetrated in that manner, nor that deep, ever before.
Surprisingly HE began to fuck me fast, ripping through any tightness I'd had around that thick monster. I was more than lubricated for HIM while HE pounded and pounded and pushed inside filling me quickly.
"Ohhhhh FUCK!" HE moaned, I had climaxed two more times, cum shooting inside, he held it for a moment then slid out.
"Fuck it!" The white man at my face, his cock balls deep pressing on my lips said, pulled away and got behind me. "I normally don't like sloppy seconds."
"WAIT!" I said panicked, looking around, he was quick and lowering he found his mark thrusting his cock deep in my pussy through my protest. "FUCKKK!"
I leant my head down, thought about how much of a slut I just became, at 53 years old I was getting it from multiple strangers in a hotel. The white man's cock was thicker and pushed through the wetness, the throb and penetration smooth, he landed deep.
"Oh GOD!" I exclaimed feeling the length and size penetrate me, invade me, take over my judgement. This was heaven, not hell; this was nirvana.
The door opened. In walked the three men that were in the lobby.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, the cock pushing in and out, the other shuffling inside.
"She's a hot bitch, let's give her an evening to remember." HE said smiling at my scowl, the men were quickly disrobing a cock quickly finding my chin.
"No! I mean...I don't...GHAMMPPFTT!"
This cock smaller than the other two, a short hispanic man, thrust in over my lips. He was juicy from the day's work.
"GFFT!"
I coated it in my mouth, relaxed and angled and soon his balls were against my chin, the white man pumping me from behind, slapping my arse like HE did, holding the backside flesh against his rod.
"GGFFFTT!! GMMMFFTT! GGFFFTT!! GMMMFFTT! GGFFFTT!! GMMMFFTT! GGFFFTT!! GMMMFFTT! GGFFFTT!! GMMMFFTT!"
Did I want this? Or, did I want this to end? I climaxed two times, the cock in my mouth the one in my cunt pounding.
I felt the white man's strength thrust forward and unload inside, he held it there, my walls milking it, taking his load, his breath on my neck, it was of vape and whiskey.
"You're fine baby," he said, slapping my arse I felt validated.
"GAHHHHHFFFFTTTT!!!!!!" I exclaimed on the short man's cock because a large mammoth man with a red beard, 6'5" tall mounted me from behind, his cock thicker, but shorter. It stretched me, the pressure challenging/ He grabbed my hips lifting my knees from the floor, he pulled me to him, the short man's cock flopping out of my lips.
