Courtsey Room

Courtesy Room by Iluv R. Moore When I got home from work, my wife told me to pack my bag. I asked her what was up; only smiling, said she wanted to do an overnighter out of town away from chores and kids. I thought about what I had planned to do and thought... well... this might be better. So, with the kids dropped off and our bags packed, off we went. As it turned out, my wife had made reservations at a small hotel that had hottubs. When we arrived she insisted that we see the room first. As long as the room had a hottub, I would not have complained. However, she asked if we could have a specific room, why I did not know. Later, I would learn that it was strategically located directly across from the elevators. You see, I had always fantasized about her flirting and even being with other men, but she usually got turned off. She explained that she would be willing to indulge "my fantasy" of her being near other men in a very limited fashion. She continued by saying she planned some innocent exposure on the elevator as I watched through the peephole in our room. That's why she was so finicky about the room. She told me that I could nurture my perversion while she participated innocently. With the explanation, I immediately felt my balls begin to stir. We stayed in the hotel to dine. I should mention that she dressed very sexily for the occasion. She had on a provocative one-piece black dress that showed off her legs and breasts. She topped this off with a gold choker and red high heels. Since she preferred to always wear something with her heels, she also put on sheer black thigh-highs. I asked her where she purchased such a overtly sexy outfit but she stumbled while answering as if she did not know. Well, to make a long story short, she was dressed to attract attention, or more bluntly, to create hardons. Anyway, we enjoyed a relaxing but stimulating dinner. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, which could have given any takers a nice view. Once finished, we headed to the room. In the room, she readjusted her tiny spaghetti straps so that her dress was even shorter. In fact, as she walked, the tops of her thigh-highs went in and out of sight. Additionally, the front of her gown fell open enough to give someone taller or standing to her side a glimpse at the roundness of her breasts and even part of her nipples. She was obviously not wearing a bra. I doubted that she was going to go back out literally dressed like a slut, so I asked her if she planned to pose for me in the room. I was thinking to myself that I had forgotten to bring my camera or camcorder when, to my surprise, she told me to watch her through the peephole in the door. I could wank behind the door while watching her on the elevator. She was going to return to the lobby and reenter the elevator "coincidentally" with a single gentleman who was riding up too. I laughed and said no way. She looked at me in a sultry way that I was not used to and warned me to just watch; part of my fantasy was about to come true. As soon as she stepped out of the room, I closed the door. As she walked toward the elevator, my heart was pounding so I grabbed my cock. She looked extremely inviting, with her dress flipping up and down while exposing her slender legs and thigh-high tops. I almost felt that she overdid it, but my little head was thinking already. She pressed the elevator button, waited, entered upon arrival, and disappeared. I was hoping that she could handle whatever she met. She was definitely dressed to kill without an escort. It seemed I waited for an eternity while the elevators came and went several times. Finally, the elevator stopped and there stood my wife. As she walked away from the elevator, I could not believe what I was seeing. It almost appeared as if she had just finished embracing the guy, as if his hands just returned to his side of the elevator. I was letting my fantasizing get the better of me. There was no way she could have done that. Anyway, he craned his neck the best he could to check out my wife's behind as she exited the elevator. She bounced the best she could and finally, the show was over when the elevator door closed. She came into the room and I kissed her. She reached down and immediately felt how excited I was. I had been stroking myself during the little charade. She said my hard cock betrayed my excitement easily. She was walking toward the bed when I said it is too bad he did not get to see more. She eyed at me with a devilish look, as if she were daring me to have her do more. "More," she queried. "Yes," I managed. Then, she just wiggled her cute behind back out the door and whispered, "keep watching." I was orchestrating this quite fine, turning my prim and proper wife into a wanton exhibitionist. I was so proud of myself! I watched her go through the routine again while waiting for the elevator. This time, however, she bent at the waist to adjust the strap on one of her shoes. As she did this, her dress raised above her cheeks and exposed her pretty behind clad in a very skimpy lacy pair of black thong panties. The purpose of her actions did not become clear until she returned some time later. Once again, she popped out of the elevator, but this time dropped her keys. She immediately bent at the waist to fetch them, but was facing our door so the best view was from in the elevator. When I looked at the guy in the elevator, he reached for his bulge as he eyed my beautiful wife. He was seeing what she posed for me just moments before. Bent at the waist, her cheeks were separated by only thin string between her crack, with her pussy lips spilling over the skinny piece of cloth called a thong. Her thigh-high tops clearly exposed, as well as all the delicious white skin of her upper thighs and legs. Before long, the show was over when the elevator door closed. When she came back in the room, I told her that the guy had grabbed himself being so taken by her extremely-sexy and dangerously-daring pose. She laughed while saying that she was sure that I was exaggerating. Nervously, she examined me as if to see my geniune reaction. She gasped and then smirked when she saw my cock covered with precum. She remarked that she had not seen me so horny since our honeymoon years ago. I asked her to do it one more time. She mumbled something that sounded like "just what I thought...wank away," but she didn't confirm it when I asked her to repeat it. Instead, she looked at me while reaching under her dress. What was she doing now, I thought? She pulled her panties down until they tumbled to her ankles, first off one shoe and then the other. She winked and headed back out. Wow, I was really encouraging her to let loose. I couldn't believe how easily I was manipulating her. While waiting for her return, I heard the door to the hallway open. I was surprised to see the first guy again. Why was he exiting onto this floor? He did not before. I watched as he went into the courtesy room with vending machines and disappeared into the darkness. A little while later, my wife appeared in the elevator with her a new admirer. Her dress must have ridden up a little against the wall in the elevator, or gotten stuck when she intentionally bent over sometime. She would be fuming if she knew that her pussy hair was visible just below the bottom of her dress. Also, one of her nipples must have accidently popped out when she turned too far to the side. If I had not known better, I could have easily surmised that the guy just got done playing with her pussy and tit. From the elevator, she strutted her stuff and made an excuse to bend over. This time, though, she was exposing her bare pussy since she had removed her panties. I was on fire watching her blatant exhibitionism. Almost as if on cue, the guy held the elevator and began to speak. He asked if she needed any help since she dumped her purse. She answered oddly by saying she could always use more help with her problem. Why more help? Anyway, as both of them got on their hands and knees, I glanced over to the courtesy room. In the shadows, I could see the guy was watching and moving his arm back and forth. I could easily guess why. My wife was on all fours, pointing her unprotected pussy right at the courtesy room. She was being careful with the guy who was helping her but simultaneously giving a much bigger show to the other guy. I bet she would have been pissed if she had known the type of show she was giving to the guy in the courtesy room. I felt a tinge of remorse, but only for a moment. I wanked more at her wanton display of her cunt. After they had gathered everything up, she thanked him. Actually, he got to feast on her dangling tits the entire time. I did not know which way to look. She then turned toward him so I could not see the front of her. Facing him, she told him she did not know how she could repay him. She must have been reaching into her purse for her wallet since her right arm was between them. He said that it was his pleasure and turned toward the elevator. When she returned to the room, she was flushed. I looked at him on the elevator and noticed he had a huge bulge. I told my wife that she should look at the bulge she caused. She did not seem to be interested, almost as if I was telling something she already knew. I noted that she was also hotter than I had ever witnessed before. I wanted to take this game one step further. So, I began rubbing her tiny clit to fog her head a little bit more. She was ready to fuck. Her pussy was literally clinging to my finger as I played with her. It felt like it normally does after playing with her for awhile. Gosh, she was getting off on my little game. Her cunt was already gaping open before I seriously finger fucked her. I usually have to finger her awhile before she gets like this. She was hot tonite! I wanted more so I would not do her just yet. I grabbed her hand and took her out of the room. She did not like having sex outside a safe domain normally, but she came along and moved directly to the courtesy room as if reading my mind. I thought the first guy might still be in the courtesy room; therefore, I intentionally told her the only way I would fuck her is if she would do it there. She did not hesitate a moment, almost as if it was exactly what she wanted. God, was she horny or what. I can't believe how easily she was playing along into the next step of my fantasy. She is so easy to string along. When we entered the small room, the light was not turned on. For my wife, that is usually the way she wanted it. However, she flipped on the light and gave the excuse that we might trip over something. I was patting myself on the back for having coaxed my wife to this point. As I eased her into the room, I was hoping that the stranger was still there and that he had ample cover to get an excellent show. I saw that there were machines on both sides of the room, a small table with two chairs, and a supply door. The supply door was slightly ajar. I was maneuvering my wife so that she could not see the door open in case he got braver. When I was about to stop turning her, she stopped on her own. What a team we were! From the corner of my eye, I noticed the door move ever so slightly. This was too good to be true. I immediately raised the back of her dress so he could gaze at my wife's bare behind. I, of course, did not let on that I knew. Next, I pulled her tiny spaghetti straps to the side so that I exposed her breasts. I dove into her breasts and kept my finger busy on her clit. She was moaning. I pulled her dress to her waist and had her squat in front of me. I told her to show me her pussy and she spread her legs wide. I told her to suck me and she reached for my zipper. Soon she was licking and kissing my cock. What she did not know is that she was performing lewdly in front of this stranger! She was only five or six feet away from the guy who must be wanking himself in front of our wicked display. She had her legs spread with her dress bunched up. Her thigh-highs were fully exposed. The top of her dress was bunched up at her waist too. She was erotically sucking me off. I asked her if she enjoyed showing off today in the elevator, and she responded that it was my idea. I asked her is she would like to do it again, and she said if that is what I wanted. I asked her if she wanted to stop now, and she said, "no, I want to be fucked really good, better than you can fuck me...I mean than you ever fucked me before." Finally, I raised her and bent her over the table across the room from the supply room. I stood to the side and unashamedly spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy was glistening and her cute little asshole was all nicely puckered. Later, from an angle, I rubbed my cockhead along her slit. She was begging me to fuck her but saying she needed a thicker cock. I was having the time of my life. As I was sliding my dick up and down her slippery slit, I asked her if she though about the stranger's cock getting hard. To my surprise, she said, "Thought? You wanted me to make his cock hard, didn't you?" I agreed and said that he probably needs relief right now and that my wife could easily help him. She laughed wickedly and said, "How do you know that I already haven't? OK. I bet you would like to see him put his big, thick cock, bigger and thicker than yours, into my pussy, wouldn't you?" Once again, I thanked her for playing along with our game so well. I took her words as an opportunity to say that I would let another man right now come over here and stroke her beautiful wet pussy while looking directly at the door. The door opened slightly, and the stranger glanced at me and then at my wife's gaping pussy and then back at me. I nodded my head in approval. He stepped out of his hiding spot quietly. I ushered him carefully over to us and continued to talk to my wife. Should I risk it, I thought to myself. I said, "if you took his big, thick cock, you would have to prepare your tight little pussy by letting me finger you good." When she responded positively, the stranger slipped a finger in her pussy. He did it so easily it seemed like he had been there before. I continued, "If he is that thick, than you need one more finger, and then another." She exclaimed yes until he was working three fat thick fingers into her pussy really well. They seemed to slip in very easily, as if she had been fingered quite a bit already. I had, in the meantime, backed off to give him full access. This was working better than I could have ever imagined. I could talk over his shoulder and my wife would not know the difference. I continued, "keep fantasizing and just maybe my dick will feel thicker and bigger." He looked at me and I nodded my approval as my wife said she wanted to feel a thick one. He inserted his fat knob that made my wife's pussy contort vulgarly. How she did not know it was not me I simply do not know. Looking down, I noticed she had never been open so wide with my dick. She squealed that my dick never felt so good. We continued to play our game but I knew it was no game. I was witnessing something that I have always wanted to witness. My wife was so caught up in our fantasy that she did not realize it was more than her imagination filling her gaping and clinging cunt. He began to slam her and she slammed him back. She quickly reached orgasm, slowed slightly, then went for another orgasm. He must have been pretty excited because it did not take him too long to unload his love juice into my wife's honey pot. With that, he withdrew his softening cock and quietly retreated back into the refuge of the supply closet. I embraced my wife from behind and whispered, with my own urgency building, that we should head back to our room. She slowly and dreamily let her dress fall back in place while readjusting her straps. We were back in our room almost immediately. I could not wait. I laid her on the bed and raised her dress. Her cunt was covered with his sperm. It was oozing out and wetting her entire groin. I knelt between her and positioned my penis for penetration. She put her hand out and told me to stop. She said she needed a break. She also said she sees how much fun our little game was since I was already fully erect again. I stammered a second and could only agree. I explained that it must be turning me on so much that I needed no break. She wished she could say the same but was a little sore. She mentioned that my cock did feel actually much bigger and she was now tender; however, she understood my needs. She told me to prepare her a little by eating her. I said, "What?" She said simply to go ahead and eat her until some of the tenderness subsides and then she will be ready to fuck again. She told me that I was acting strangely, as if the cum that had saturated her pussy was not mine. She sternly ordered me to eat her. What could I do? I did not want to blow my success. I reluctantly pulled back and approached her sex juncture with reservations. I delicately stuck my tongue out and got the first taste of someone else's cock juice. I was about to plant another soft kiss while adjusting to the taste when my wife grabbed and pulled my face right into her crotch. She then rolled her hips and pussy all over my face while saying, "I said eat me! You have always wanted me to act like a slut, now eat my pussy like you mean it. I want you to suck my slutty pussy." I could not believe what had happened to her, but what could I say? I immediately dove in and tried to satisfy her new sexual urges. I could not tell her that she was filled with someone else's cum. She would have killed me. I ate and she came. I ate her more, and she came again. Her cumming was so erotic that while listening to her moan, I accidentally shot my load while rubbing the bed. When I told her what had happened, she said it was ok since we had fucked once already. Hmm, I had not fucked, only wanked! She invited me to snuggle up with her and we both fell asleep. The next morning I awoke to see my wife was not in bed. She returned shortly and explained that she just wanted to buy the paper. As she tossed the paper onto the bed, I noticed that she was wearing her dark denim jeans skirt and a blouse with buttons. Her skirt was too short under normal circumstances and her blouse was too tight, causing gaping holes through which her tits were nicely visible. I was glad she was still in the mood to play more. I invited her back to bed to talk about last night. As we talked, she told me that she was getting hot again. In fact, she told me that she was getting so hot that she could swear her pussy was never so wet. She reached for my zipper and asked whether I would like a blow job. Who could refuse such an offer? As she was giving me a very well-inspired header, I began to fondle her legs. She warned me that she was really wet from all our fantasy talk. When I reached her pussy, she was definitely overflowing. She was not only wet but also slimy, almost as if someone had deposited a load of cum in her. I mentioned that to her and she said she liked this fantasy game. When I nodded, she ordered me to eat out someone else's cum while she continued to give me head. Even her asshole seemed to be oozing wetness. How could that be? It must have been leaking down from her pussy, I thought. Before long, I was eating her pungent pussy and she was simply lying on her back, enjoying my ministrations. After several orgasms, she said she needed to relax. She headed to the hottub and I nursed my hardon. I asked her, "What about me?" She told me that she would tell me a story of how she snuck out this morning to get fucked by the same stranger while I beat off. She simply did not have the strength to do anything for me because of last night. I stroked myself and she began her story. She told me how she went to his room and became his sex slave. She did anything and everything for him. I was building quickly to a climax when she told me that he had a roommate. She told me how her lover had her climb on top to ride him. Next, the second man rubbed his dick from her cock-filled pussy to her tiny ass bud. When her bud was well lubed, he sunk his cock slowly in. With the head in, he eased it further and further until he was fully embedded. Once she was filled with two cocks at the same time, they found a rhythm that made her cum like never before. She then asked if I enjoyed her talking like a slut. I only moaned. She asked me what I thought about her description of being on all fours with two thick cocks in her at the same time. At that very moment, my cock spurted a bounty of cum all over my hand and stomach. She then asked whether I felt better now and if I could bring her the newspaper. On the way home I mentioned that it had been a fun getaway. Odd, though, we never fucked, I thought to myself. She brought me back from my thoughts when she mentioned that we fucked once in the courtesy room, and in spite of just once, she had never felt so satisfied before. She laughed while saying she could not believe how satisfying fantasy lovers with thick dicks could be. She said a girl could get used to being filled with large cocks after which her hubby cleans up. The feeling of being double dicked when her hubby knew was even more tantalizing. She also mentioned that the courtesy room was an excellent idea of mine with the supply room so conveniently located. I momentarily thought to myself that I had never mentioned anything about the supply room, but then again, it would mean that all the events from start to finish were her elaborate scheme. There is no way that my wife could be that wicked and such a big slut to offer herself to two men at the same time. So, I simply soaked in the sun as we drove back home, knowing how much I pulled the wool over her eyes to indulge my little fantasy. 3204 1.14/512345