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This story is loosely based on the accounts of a tale regaled to me by the leading lady in the following:
The story has been approved by the lady in question.
I hope you enjoy her terrific sexual antics.
A simple introduction, my name is Amanda and my husbands name is Steve. We’ve been married for ten wonderful years now, some good, some bad, but we've always maintained total honesty with each other. Our sex life was the original fireworks party in the early days but like most other couples it kind of took a back seat a few years back. I would probably have soldiered on, that is until I saw a really hot guy in the mall, who showered me with compliments and attention. He was working for some promotions company who were in the mall for a week. His flirting was subtle at first but then it became more and more sensual as the conversation flowed. Ordinarily I would have disregarded everything he said, but he was particularly hot and it had been two weeks since I’d had sex, so my hormones were running amok when he began to flirt with me. His hand lightly brushed my arm a couple of times during his flirtatious conversation and when he leant to whisper in my ear, the electronic tingles that ran up and down my spine were sensational. My pussy was becoming excited as I began to experience sexual feelings I had not felt for quite some time. The guys warm breath on my ear and neck, combined with his lavish attention sparked something inside me that would not be extinguished. Had we not been in a mall, who knows where this would have ended, but suffice to say when I arrived home, I stripped naked on my bed and stroked every pleasurable part of my body until a sensational orgasm had swept through me.
I decided right there and then that when my husband returned home we would be having an in depth conversation about what happened.
Steve came home about an hour later to find me preparing dinner wearing only my dressing gown. He kissed my cheek as he entered the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar on a high stool. I turned off the stove and said.
“We really need to talk Steve!” I said pulling up the high stool next to Steve.
My dressing gown fell open as I climbed onto the stool, revealing my naked body, which made Steve smile.
“Today I was in the mall and this guy started flirting with me. Normally I would just brush this off, but not having had sex in a while, his flirting sparked something inside me. I found myself responsive to his flirting!” I said looking Steve directly in the eye.
“When you look like that” he smiled looking at my partially exposed body “I couldn’t blame him in any way for flirting with you! Goddamit Amanda, you’re a very hot woman!”
He smiled stroking my naked thigh.
“He was a very hot guy!” I smiled “I could so easily have been tempted!”
Steve looked me in the eye with and inquisitive look.
“Could he have tempted you? Babe I have to admit that this is quite horny!” Steve grinned.
“Explain what you mean by this is quite horny?” I enquired.
“A hot guy flirts with my wife and wants too fuck her! That’s pretty hot babe!” Steve grinned once more.
“Are you saying you like guys hitting on your wife?” I said with a lecherous smile emblazoned across my face “Hitting on your wife and wanting to fuck her!”
My words sent electric sexual impulses direct to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together knowing my pussy was juicing up with excitement.
“Are you telling me this cause you want to fuck him?” Steve quizzed, still grinning from ear to ear “A hot wife like you must get flirted with all of the time?”
He was right, I did get more than my fair share of guys flirting with me.
“I suppose part of me wanted to fuck him! I came straight home and spent the rest of the afternoon plunging my vibrator in and out of my pussy and ass!” I confessed “I even spent some time sucking on my vibrator imagining that it was his cock!”
Steve smiled, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“This is turning both of us on! I think I could handle you fucking another guy! Could you handle it?” Steve said very calmly.
I smiled at Steve opening my dressing gown till it fell off my shoulders, revealing my totally naked body.
“Take me upstairs and fuck me so I can imagine its the hot guy bringing me to orgasm!”
Steve pulled me toward him and kissed me passionately. Our tongues began exploring each others mouths as I closed my eyes and imagined it was the hot guy kissing me.
Steve was absolutely rampant. Our discussion and confession had awakened something dormant within us. I always knew I was an exhibitionist, but I was unaware of my husbands voyeurism.
Steve positioned himself between my legs, his cock aimed directly at my shaved pussy. I opened my legs wide as my husband slid his beautiful length deep inside me. I placed my legs around his back as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy slowly.
“What were you wearing to make him come over and flirt with you?” Steve smiled, driving his cock into me.
“I was wearing a denim mini skirt, low cut vest top showing lots of cleavage and a pair of high heeled strappy sandals!” I whispered, blowing warm breath into his ear.
‘Did you come on to him?” Steve enquired.
“I suppose I did give him some approving signals. He stroked my arm a couple of times, which was quite arousing, then when he whispered in my ear I could feel my pussy twitch with excitement!” I said softly, beginning to pant with sexual pleasure.
“I think you should wear something really slutty and go back tomorrow! If he still excites you then I think you should fuck him!” Steve announced, shocking me somewhat with his forthright response.
I came immediately at the pleasure my husbands cock was providing and the knowledge that I had approval to cheat on my husband. The walls of my tight pussy were convulsing with sexual delight as Steve’s cock began to twitch, indicating that his orgasm was approaching. Steve has always been a stayer when it comes to sexual performance, but the lust and arousal generated, proved too much for him as his spunk blasted inside my pussy.
Steve dismounted and we lay next to each other, naked and panting.
“I didn’t realise how arousing this would be!” He smiled, stroking my naked breast.
“So I can go back and fuck this guy?” I smiled, turning my head toward him.
“You really want to sweetheart, so get dressed like a slut and go and get him!” Steve smiled.
“Shall I wear my black tight mini skirt with matching corset top, and I could wear my black thigh length boots so he is under no illusions as to what I want from him!” I grinned, stroking Steve’s semi erect cock.
“Wearing that lot you may get ****d on your way to the mall!” Steve giggled “But I wouldn’t imagine that you’ll be wearing that lot for very long!”
“I wont wear panties or a bra, and I bet he wants me to keep my boots on when he fucks me!” I smiled sexily.
“Maybe you could put them on now and give me a trial run!” Steve sniggered, his cock now fully erect.
I got off the bed and placed the black thigh length boots on my long slender legs. Standing before my husband naked, wearing only the thigh length boots, my natural DD breasts and tight shaved pussy on display. This will be be the view I hope to give to my new lover tomorrow. I returned to the bed for my husband to ravish me. That night was up till that point, the most sex I’d ever endured. We fucked so much that we fell asleep with Steve’s cock still inside me!
The next morning I awoke to breakfast in bed. Steve was standing over the bed holding a breakfast. I was still wearing the thigh length boots from our night of debauchery as Steve looked down at me smiling.
“Listen babe, I’ve took the day off and booked us a room in the Holiday Inn by the mall. I want to be around if your going to fuck this guy!” Steve informed me.
I took the tray from Steve Smiling, placing it on my booted thighs. The Holiday Inn at the mall was a twin tower hotel. One tower on one side of the mall with the other tower opposite. The reception link between was a thirty metre long area, with natural light and a beautiful marble floor.
“You can prepare yourself at the hotel and bring the guy to the room. I’ll keep out of the way, leaving you and the guy to get better acquainted!” Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows quickly like a silent movie villain.
“I like the sounds of this!” I smiled “I could get dressed at the hotel wearing something very sexy, then go to the Mall to entice my lover!”
“It’s so horny to hear you say my lover!” Steve grinned “Lets pack a few things and we can go straight to the hotel! What if the guy you’re wanting isn’t there?”
I looked at Steve with a salacious grin and said.
“Honey the way I’m feeling at the moment, any hot guy with a cock will do!”
I finished my breakfast handing the tray to Steve. I carefully unzipped the thigh length boots, removing them completely and climbed of the bed. I glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror. My breasts were still pointing in the right direction, my waist was small enough to attract attention, my shaved smooth pussy was tight and neat and my buttocks and legs were taut. All in all I would say I was quite a catch and once I’d dressed in my slut outfit I would be one helluva catch!
I tottered off to the bathroom to have a long luxurious shower, cleansing and pampering my body, ready to receive my lover!
On returning to my bedroom,Steve had pulled a large hold-all for our overnight stay.
“Fill it full of sexy outfits you would want to be fucked in!” He smiled unzipping the bag.
“I think if I wear my black mini skirt which barely covers my pussy, the corset top and some hold up stockings under my black thigh length boots, he will think I’m some kind of dirty whore and know that he can do anything he wants to me!” I smiled “Plus I wont be wearing a bra or panties. I’ll flash my shaved pussy at him and he’ll obviously see my erect nipples pushing against the bra cups of the corset!”
“Fucking hell babe you could turn a gay man straight wearing that lot!” Steve laughed.
“I’m going through with this honey, I will be getting fucked, so if I’m to be a slut it would reinforce it if I look like a slut!”
“Put that lot in the bag! Do you want some sex toys and some condoms in there?” Steve enquired.
“You can put the sex toys in if you wish, but I will be getting fucked bareback!” I said grinning at Steve.
“Bareback? You really are a dirty cock hungry slut!” Steve grinned back at me.
I sat at my dressing table and began to fix my make up and style my hair. My hair was tousled giving me that just fucked looked and my make up was very smoky and slutty.
“I’ll go to the mall dressed very sexily and bring him back to the room and change into the slut outfit then fuck him!” I smiled seeing Steve stare at my naked body.
I pulled on a skintight pair of black leather look trousers, which when they reached my crotch defined my camel toe perfectly. I put a matching waistcoat type top on my upper half. The waistcoat had built in cups, supporting my DD babies, showing them off to perfection, I left the top two buttons undone, giving the impression that my large breasts would spill out at anytime. I slipped my feet into a pair of spike heeled ankle boots, which now had me looking like some kind of sexy super hero. We finished packing the bag with some normal evening clothes and toiletries, with hubby smiling as he packed a camera, then headed off in the car to check into the hotel for my new life as a slut hot wife.
We arrived at the Hotel after a short journey where the conversation was laced with innuendos and teasing. Steve parked the car on the first floor of the car park and we entered the reception area. There were two young woman tending to the reception with what looked like a manager hovering around. His eyes were on stalks when he saw Steve and I approach the check in desk. His eyes were drinking in my curvy body, dressed in the tight fake leather, my tits almost spilling out of the waistcoat with every step I took. The managers eyes drifted down to camel toe causing his face to flush with excitement. This was just the spur I needed, to go after my stud and bring him back to the hotel to spend the rest of the day on his hard cock.
Steve smiled knowing the manager was captivated with my overt sexuality as he handed his credit card to one of the receptionists. Steve continued with the check in as I made it my business to tease the manager. I Moved away from the reception desk, bending over on the pretence to check something in our bag. My legs were slightly parted, which separated my buttocks in the tight fake black leather, giving me two leather clad buttocks. Enough of the tight material had separated my pussylips, showing a defined outline of my shaved slit. My tits were defying gravity at this point, just staying inside the black waistcoat. My back was arched, showing my fake leather cover crack to perfection. I could feel the sensual material biting into my pussy, raising my arousal another notch. I straightened up, looked at the manager, who just so happened to be very cute and giggled girlishly. His face was flushed and his cool sophisticated manner had departed him, leaving him a horny quivering wreck. This slut life was turning out to be more fun than I imagined.
I looked over at Steve who was closing the transaction, placing his credit card back in to his wallet as he took the receipt and two keys for the room. Turning to me he smiled and handed one of the keys as he sept the bag up on to his shoulder. He headed for the elevators and I followed, swaying my hips as slowly and sultry as I possibly could.
I kept half turning back to see the manager staring at my fake leather clad body. I smiled at the manager as we turned the corner to the lifts.
“We’re on the top floor babe!” Steve said pressing the fifteenth floor button inside the elevator “Room 1510. I’ll wait up there for you, now go get your stud!” he laughed as the elevator doors closed shut. I turned on my high heels, strutting sexily through the reception like some kind of burlesque stripper and headed into the mall.
I only walked about ten metres when I saw my object of desire heading toward me.
He smiled as he approached me, his eyebrows raised showing his approval of my mode of dress.
“I was hoping you’d stop by!” he smiled, the words falling out of his mouth and pouring into my ears like warm syrup.
“Why was that?” I teased, smiling sexily “So you could ask me out for a drink?”
“That is one superb idea!” he grinned confidently “Would you care to join me for a drink?” he enquired.
“Where would you like to take me?” I smiled, both of us not lost on the obvious double entendre.
“I’m staying in the hotel here. Maybe we could get a drink at the bar or if you like to come to my room I could get room service to bring up some champagne and strawberries?” he smiled confidently, with just enough cheekiness in his tone.
“I’m also staying in the hotel. Perhaps we could get a drink in the bar and see how things go!” I teased, smirking more than smiling.
We left the mall and headed in to the Hotel reception area. Once inside we turned the corner and walked into the expansive bar. It was approaching four o clock so the bar was very quiet. We found a table in a quiet corner waiting for a waiter to come over. We struck up some small talk when the waiter arrived at the table. As it was a warm afternoon we both ordered a chilled white wine. The waiter returned promptly with our drinks and discretely kept looking down my exposed cleavage. I gave him a flirtatious smile then carried on my conversation with my new hot friend. I’d learnt his name was Simon, and I’d made a flippant remark that his name was not one of those you would scream out in passion. He laughed profusely at my comment and smiled.
“We’ll see about that later!”
The conversation drifted flirtatiously and the subject of sex was soon broached.
We were sitting almost side by side at our discrete table. Simon placed his hand on my thigh during the conversation, running the tips of his fingers up and down my leather clad thigh. I parted my legs slightly, but enough to let him know I approved of his actions. I could feel the delightful tingle of anticipation slithering in my pussy.
“If my husband could see me now, being felt up by a hot guy!” I smiled.
“You’re married?” Simon said somewhat startled.
“Yes, but we have an understanding!” I smiled seductively “He’s upstairs in the hotel room. It was his idea to come here today and for me to dress like a slut and fuck you!” blurted out, shocking Simon with my forthright approach.
“Well we shouldn’t disappoint your husband!” Simon smiled, moving his hand further up my thigh. I parted my legs even further, allowing Simon’s hand access to my camel toe, which at this point was desperate to be touched.
“Shall I go upstairs to my room now and change into something devilishly sexy for you to fuck me in?” I grinned.
“Do you want to do this in your room while your husband watches?” Simon enquired, grinning from ear to ear.
“If you’re ok with that!” I answered.
“I’d rather you got changed and came to my room alone!” Simon said as his fingertips reached my leather clad camel toe “It will drive your husband nuts knowing you're getting changed to go to another man’s room to be fucked!” he said confidently.
“I like the sound of that!” I smiled “Give me your room number and I’ll be there in ten minutes!”
His hand began to rub my leather clad shaved pussy, smiling at me and brimming with confidence.
“I’m in the West tower in room 1461!” he said writing it down on a cocktail napkin “Lets seal this with a little kiss!”
I leant forward and lightly brushed my lips over his. My tongue gently entered his mouth and sought his own tongue. We kissed sexily for about ten-seconds and broke our kiss to go to our respective rooms. As I stood from the table, I saw the Hotel Manager looking over at me with a look of shock written across his face. I kissed Simon once more, then headed to my room, to change in to my slut outfit and break the news to Steve, that he would not be witnessing his loving wife cheating on him and would have to wait until my return to catch all of the sordid details.
I got in the lift and headed to our room. Sliding the electronic keycard in the slot, I opened the door to see Steve look somewhat disappointed at my return solo.
“I’ve come back to get changed and I’m heading over to his hotel room where we will fuck each other senseless!” I smiled “I’ll be back in a few hours to tell you all about it!”
Looking a little disappointed, Steve opened the holdall and said.
“Come on I’ll help you get ready!”
I undressed frantically, showing my husband my desperation to have another man inside me. The ankle boots, skin-tight trousers and slutty waistcoat were gone in seconds and replaced with tight short mini skirt, corset top and hold up stockings. I sat on the bed as Steve helped me pull the black thigh length boots on. Once in position I stood up and walked over to the mirror.
I looked an absolute slut. My skirt was little more than a pussy pelmet, just covering my slit and ass crack. The corset top was cinching my waist and pushing my DD breasts forward and upwards. Every little movement resulted in my large breast shimmering, which Steve thought was fantastic. Steve then reached back into the holdall and pulled out a pair of black leather cuffs with a stainless steel ring on each of them. He placed them around my wrists and fastened them.
“I thought these would send a message of intent!” Steve smiled and walked back over to the holdall. Next he pulled out a one inch wide black leather collar, also with a stainless steel ring at the front. He walked behind and place the collar around my neck, fastening it in place then standing back and looking at my reflection in the mirror. He picked up my handbag and placed four lengths of thin white rope into my bag.
“The collar lets him know that anal is on the table and the cuffs and collar ring can be used to slide the rope through and tie you to wherever he wants!”
I was excited before but now I was almost exploding with lust. Anal and getting tied up had never crossed my mind, but right then they were the most important things in my life. I picked up my room key and cocktail napkin with his room number on. I gave Steve a long lingering kiss and smiled
“See you later when my assholes been stretched and I’m full of cum!”
I opened the door and closed it quickly behind me, scampering toward the lift to have a different cock slide inside me for the first time in my marriage.
I had the lift to myself as I arrived at the reception. I walked briskly to the lifts opposite, hearing my spiked high heels clipping off the shiny marbled floor.
One of the elevators was waiting and vacant as I stepped inside. Pressing the required button, the doors began to close just as the Hotel manager walk past the lift, looking at me dressed like a bondage whore.
He’d saw me arrive with my husband and tease him relentlessly, kiss a stranger passionately in the bar and now he’s saw me dressed like a bondage whore. My pussy tingled excitedly at my flagrant exhibitionism.
The elevator arrived at the f******nth floor. I stepped out of the car and headed toward Simons room.
I was now standing outside room 1461, my stomach fluttering with butterflies and sexual excitement. My pussy was tingling like never before as I tapped on the door that would change my life forever.
The story has been approved by the lady in question.
I hope you enjoy her terrific sexual antics.
A simple introduction, my name is Amanda and my husbands name is Steve. We’ve been married for ten wonderful years now, some good, some bad, but we've always maintained total honesty with each other. Our sex life was the original fireworks party in the early days but like most other couples it kind of took a back seat a few years back. I would probably have soldiered on, that is until I saw a really hot guy in the mall, who showered me with compliments and attention. He was working for some promotions company who were in the mall for a week. His flirting was subtle at first but then it became more and more sensual as the conversation flowed. Ordinarily I would have disregarded everything he said, but he was particularly hot and it had been two weeks since I’d had sex, so my hormones were running amok when he began to flirt with me. His hand lightly brushed my arm a couple of times during his flirtatious conversation and when he leant to whisper in my ear, the electronic tingles that ran up and down my spine were sensational. My pussy was becoming excited as I began to experience sexual feelings I had not felt for quite some time. The guys warm breath on my ear and neck, combined with his lavish attention sparked something inside me that would not be extinguished. Had we not been in a mall, who knows where this would have ended, but suffice to say when I arrived home, I stripped naked on my bed and stroked every pleasurable part of my body until a sensational orgasm had swept through me.
I decided right there and then that when my husband returned home we would be having an in depth conversation about what happened.
Steve came home about an hour later to find me preparing dinner wearing only my dressing gown. He kissed my cheek as he entered the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar on a high stool. I turned off the stove and said.
“We really need to talk Steve!” I said pulling up the high stool next to Steve.
My dressing gown fell open as I climbed onto the stool, revealing my naked body, which made Steve smile.
“Today I was in the mall and this guy started flirting with me. Normally I would just brush this off, but not having had sex in a while, his flirting sparked something inside me. I found myself responsive to his flirting!” I said looking Steve directly in the eye.
“When you look like that” he smiled looking at my partially exposed body “I couldn’t blame him in any way for flirting with you! Goddamit Amanda, you’re a very hot woman!”
He smiled stroking my naked thigh.
“He was a very hot guy!” I smiled “I could so easily have been tempted!”
Steve looked me in the eye with and inquisitive look.
“Could he have tempted you? Babe I have to admit that this is quite horny!” Steve grinned.
“Explain what you mean by this is quite horny?” I enquired.
“A hot guy flirts with my wife and wants too fuck her! That’s pretty hot babe!” Steve grinned once more.
“Are you saying you like guys hitting on your wife?” I said with a lecherous smile emblazoned across my face “Hitting on your wife and wanting to fuck her!”
My words sent electric sexual impulses direct to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together knowing my pussy was juicing up with excitement.
“Are you telling me this cause you want to fuck him?” Steve quizzed, still grinning from ear to ear “A hot wife like you must get flirted with all of the time?”
He was right, I did get more than my fair share of guys flirting with me.
“I suppose part of me wanted to fuck him! I came straight home and spent the rest of the afternoon plunging my vibrator in and out of my pussy and ass!” I confessed “I even spent some time sucking on my vibrator imagining that it was his cock!”
Steve smiled, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“This is turning both of us on! I think I could handle you fucking another guy! Could you handle it?” Steve said very calmly.
I smiled at Steve opening my dressing gown till it fell off my shoulders, revealing my totally naked body.
“Take me upstairs and fuck me so I can imagine its the hot guy bringing me to orgasm!”
Steve pulled me toward him and kissed me passionately. Our tongues began exploring each others mouths as I closed my eyes and imagined it was the hot guy kissing me.
Steve was absolutely rampant. Our discussion and confession had awakened something dormant within us. I always knew I was an exhibitionist, but I was unaware of my husbands voyeurism.
Steve positioned himself between my legs, his cock aimed directly at my shaved pussy. I opened my legs wide as my husband slid his beautiful length deep inside me. I placed my legs around his back as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy slowly.
“What were you wearing to make him come over and flirt with you?” Steve smiled, driving his cock into me.
“I was wearing a denim mini skirt, low cut vest top showing lots of cleavage and a pair of high heeled strappy sandals!” I whispered, blowing warm breath into his ear.
‘Did you come on to him?” Steve enquired.
“I suppose I did give him some approving signals. He stroked my arm a couple of times, which was quite arousing, then when he whispered in my ear I could feel my pussy twitch with excitement!” I said softly, beginning to pant with sexual pleasure.
“I think you should wear something really slutty and go back tomorrow! If he still excites you then I think you should fuck him!” Steve announced, shocking me somewhat with his forthright response.
I came immediately at the pleasure my husbands cock was providing and the knowledge that I had approval to cheat on my husband. The walls of my tight pussy were convulsing with sexual delight as Steve’s cock began to twitch, indicating that his orgasm was approaching. Steve has always been a stayer when it comes to sexual performance, but the lust and arousal generated, proved too much for him as his spunk blasted inside my pussy.
Steve dismounted and we lay next to each other, naked and panting.
“I didn’t realise how arousing this would be!” He smiled, stroking my naked breast.
“So I can go back and fuck this guy?” I smiled, turning my head toward him.
“You really want to sweetheart, so get dressed like a slut and go and get him!” Steve smiled.
“Shall I wear my black tight mini skirt with matching corset top, and I could wear my black thigh length boots so he is under no illusions as to what I want from him!” I grinned, stroking Steve’s semi erect cock.
“Wearing that lot you may get ****d on your way to the mall!” Steve giggled “But I wouldn’t imagine that you’ll be wearing that lot for very long!”
“I wont wear panties or a bra, and I bet he wants me to keep my boots on when he fucks me!” I smiled sexily.
“Maybe you could put them on now and give me a trial run!” Steve sniggered, his cock now fully erect.
I got off the bed and placed the black thigh length boots on my long slender legs. Standing before my husband naked, wearing only the thigh length boots, my natural DD breasts and tight shaved pussy on display. This will be be the view I hope to give to my new lover tomorrow. I returned to the bed for my husband to ravish me. That night was up till that point, the most sex I’d ever endured. We fucked so much that we fell asleep with Steve’s cock still inside me!
The next morning I awoke to breakfast in bed. Steve was standing over the bed holding a breakfast. I was still wearing the thigh length boots from our night of debauchery as Steve looked down at me smiling.
“Listen babe, I’ve took the day off and booked us a room in the Holiday Inn by the mall. I want to be around if your going to fuck this guy!” Steve informed me.
I took the tray from Steve Smiling, placing it on my booted thighs. The Holiday Inn at the mall was a twin tower hotel. One tower on one side of the mall with the other tower opposite. The reception link between was a thirty metre long area, with natural light and a beautiful marble floor.
“You can prepare yourself at the hotel and bring the guy to the room. I’ll keep out of the way, leaving you and the guy to get better acquainted!” Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows quickly like a silent movie villain.
“I like the sounds of this!” I smiled “I could get dressed at the hotel wearing something very sexy, then go to the Mall to entice my lover!”
“It’s so horny to hear you say my lover!” Steve grinned “Lets pack a few things and we can go straight to the hotel! What if the guy you’re wanting isn’t there?”
I looked at Steve with a salacious grin and said.
“Honey the way I’m feeling at the moment, any hot guy with a cock will do!”
I finished my breakfast handing the tray to Steve. I carefully unzipped the thigh length boots, removing them completely and climbed of the bed. I glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror. My breasts were still pointing in the right direction, my waist was small enough to attract attention, my shaved smooth pussy was tight and neat and my buttocks and legs were taut. All in all I would say I was quite a catch and once I’d dressed in my slut outfit I would be one helluva catch!
I tottered off to the bathroom to have a long luxurious shower, cleansing and pampering my body, ready to receive my lover!
On returning to my bedroom,Steve had pulled a large hold-all for our overnight stay.
“Fill it full of sexy outfits you would want to be fucked in!” He smiled unzipping the bag.
“I think if I wear my black mini skirt which barely covers my pussy, the corset top and some hold up stockings under my black thigh length boots, he will think I’m some kind of dirty whore and know that he can do anything he wants to me!” I smiled “Plus I wont be wearing a bra or panties. I’ll flash my shaved pussy at him and he’ll obviously see my erect nipples pushing against the bra cups of the corset!”
“Fucking hell babe you could turn a gay man straight wearing that lot!” Steve laughed.
“I’m going through with this honey, I will be getting fucked, so if I’m to be a slut it would reinforce it if I look like a slut!”
“Put that lot in the bag! Do you want some sex toys and some condoms in there?” Steve enquired.
“You can put the sex toys in if you wish, but I will be getting fucked bareback!” I said grinning at Steve.
“Bareback? You really are a dirty cock hungry slut!” Steve grinned back at me.
I sat at my dressing table and began to fix my make up and style my hair. My hair was tousled giving me that just fucked looked and my make up was very smoky and slutty.
“I’ll go to the mall dressed very sexily and bring him back to the room and change into the slut outfit then fuck him!” I smiled seeing Steve stare at my naked body.
I pulled on a skintight pair of black leather look trousers, which when they reached my crotch defined my camel toe perfectly. I put a matching waistcoat type top on my upper half. The waistcoat had built in cups, supporting my DD babies, showing them off to perfection, I left the top two buttons undone, giving the impression that my large breasts would spill out at anytime. I slipped my feet into a pair of spike heeled ankle boots, which now had me looking like some kind of sexy super hero. We finished packing the bag with some normal evening clothes and toiletries, with hubby smiling as he packed a camera, then headed off in the car to check into the hotel for my new life as a slut hot wife.
We arrived at the Hotel after a short journey where the conversation was laced with innuendos and teasing. Steve parked the car on the first floor of the car park and we entered the reception area. There were two young woman tending to the reception with what looked like a manager hovering around. His eyes were on stalks when he saw Steve and I approach the check in desk. His eyes were drinking in my curvy body, dressed in the tight fake leather, my tits almost spilling out of the waistcoat with every step I took. The managers eyes drifted down to camel toe causing his face to flush with excitement. This was just the spur I needed, to go after my stud and bring him back to the hotel to spend the rest of the day on his hard cock.
Steve smiled knowing the manager was captivated with my overt sexuality as he handed his credit card to one of the receptionists. Steve continued with the check in as I made it my business to tease the manager. I Moved away from the reception desk, bending over on the pretence to check something in our bag. My legs were slightly parted, which separated my buttocks in the tight fake black leather, giving me two leather clad buttocks. Enough of the tight material had separated my pussylips, showing a defined outline of my shaved slit. My tits were defying gravity at this point, just staying inside the black waistcoat. My back was arched, showing my fake leather cover crack to perfection. I could feel the sensual material biting into my pussy, raising my arousal another notch. I straightened up, looked at the manager, who just so happened to be very cute and giggled girlishly. His face was flushed and his cool sophisticated manner had departed him, leaving him a horny quivering wreck. This slut life was turning out to be more fun than I imagined.
I looked over at Steve who was closing the transaction, placing his credit card back in to his wallet as he took the receipt and two keys for the room. Turning to me he smiled and handed one of the keys as he sept the bag up on to his shoulder. He headed for the elevators and I followed, swaying my hips as slowly and sultry as I possibly could.
I kept half turning back to see the manager staring at my fake leather clad body. I smiled at the manager as we turned the corner to the lifts.
“We’re on the top floor babe!” Steve said pressing the fifteenth floor button inside the elevator “Room 1510. I’ll wait up there for you, now go get your stud!” he laughed as the elevator doors closed shut. I turned on my high heels, strutting sexily through the reception like some kind of burlesque stripper and headed into the mall.
I only walked about ten metres when I saw my object of desire heading toward me.
He smiled as he approached me, his eyebrows raised showing his approval of my mode of dress.
“I was hoping you’d stop by!” he smiled, the words falling out of his mouth and pouring into my ears like warm syrup.
“Why was that?” I teased, smiling sexily “So you could ask me out for a drink?”
“That is one superb idea!” he grinned confidently “Would you care to join me for a drink?” he enquired.
“Where would you like to take me?” I smiled, both of us not lost on the obvious double entendre.
“I’m staying in the hotel here. Maybe we could get a drink at the bar or if you like to come to my room I could get room service to bring up some champagne and strawberries?” he smiled confidently, with just enough cheekiness in his tone.
“I’m also staying in the hotel. Perhaps we could get a drink in the bar and see how things go!” I teased, smirking more than smiling.
We left the mall and headed in to the Hotel reception area. Once inside we turned the corner and walked into the expansive bar. It was approaching four o clock so the bar was very quiet. We found a table in a quiet corner waiting for a waiter to come over. We struck up some small talk when the waiter arrived at the table. As it was a warm afternoon we both ordered a chilled white wine. The waiter returned promptly with our drinks and discretely kept looking down my exposed cleavage. I gave him a flirtatious smile then carried on my conversation with my new hot friend. I’d learnt his name was Simon, and I’d made a flippant remark that his name was not one of those you would scream out in passion. He laughed profusely at my comment and smiled.
“We’ll see about that later!”
The conversation drifted flirtatiously and the subject of sex was soon broached.
We were sitting almost side by side at our discrete table. Simon placed his hand on my thigh during the conversation, running the tips of his fingers up and down my leather clad thigh. I parted my legs slightly, but enough to let him know I approved of his actions. I could feel the delightful tingle of anticipation slithering in my pussy.
“If my husband could see me now, being felt up by a hot guy!” I smiled.
“You’re married?” Simon said somewhat startled.
“Yes, but we have an understanding!” I smiled seductively “He’s upstairs in the hotel room. It was his idea to come here today and for me to dress like a slut and fuck you!” blurted out, shocking Simon with my forthright approach.
“Well we shouldn’t disappoint your husband!” Simon smiled, moving his hand further up my thigh. I parted my legs even further, allowing Simon’s hand access to my camel toe, which at this point was desperate to be touched.
“Shall I go upstairs to my room now and change into something devilishly sexy for you to fuck me in?” I grinned.
“Do you want to do this in your room while your husband watches?” Simon enquired, grinning from ear to ear.
“If you’re ok with that!” I answered.
“I’d rather you got changed and came to my room alone!” Simon said as his fingertips reached my leather clad camel toe “It will drive your husband nuts knowing you're getting changed to go to another man’s room to be fucked!” he said confidently.
“I like the sound of that!” I smiled “Give me your room number and I’ll be there in ten minutes!”
His hand began to rub my leather clad shaved pussy, smiling at me and brimming with confidence.
“I’m in the West tower in room 1461!” he said writing it down on a cocktail napkin “Lets seal this with a little kiss!”
I leant forward and lightly brushed my lips over his. My tongue gently entered his mouth and sought his own tongue. We kissed sexily for about ten-seconds and broke our kiss to go to our respective rooms. As I stood from the table, I saw the Hotel Manager looking over at me with a look of shock written across his face. I kissed Simon once more, then headed to my room, to change in to my slut outfit and break the news to Steve, that he would not be witnessing his loving wife cheating on him and would have to wait until my return to catch all of the sordid details.
I got in the lift and headed to our room. Sliding the electronic keycard in the slot, I opened the door to see Steve look somewhat disappointed at my return solo.
“I’ve come back to get changed and I’m heading over to his hotel room where we will fuck each other senseless!” I smiled “I’ll be back in a few hours to tell you all about it!”
Looking a little disappointed, Steve opened the holdall and said.
“Come on I’ll help you get ready!”
I undressed frantically, showing my husband my desperation to have another man inside me. The ankle boots, skin-tight trousers and slutty waistcoat were gone in seconds and replaced with tight short mini skirt, corset top and hold up stockings. I sat on the bed as Steve helped me pull the black thigh length boots on. Once in position I stood up and walked over to the mirror.
I looked an absolute slut. My skirt was little more than a pussy pelmet, just covering my slit and ass crack. The corset top was cinching my waist and pushing my DD breasts forward and upwards. Every little movement resulted in my large breast shimmering, which Steve thought was fantastic. Steve then reached back into the holdall and pulled out a pair of black leather cuffs with a stainless steel ring on each of them. He placed them around my wrists and fastened them.
“I thought these would send a message of intent!” Steve smiled and walked back over to the holdall. Next he pulled out a one inch wide black leather collar, also with a stainless steel ring at the front. He walked behind and place the collar around my neck, fastening it in place then standing back and looking at my reflection in the mirror. He picked up my handbag and placed four lengths of thin white rope into my bag.
“The collar lets him know that anal is on the table and the cuffs and collar ring can be used to slide the rope through and tie you to wherever he wants!”
I was excited before but now I was almost exploding with lust. Anal and getting tied up had never crossed my mind, but right then they were the most important things in my life. I picked up my room key and cocktail napkin with his room number on. I gave Steve a long lingering kiss and smiled
“See you later when my assholes been stretched and I’m full of cum!”
I opened the door and closed it quickly behind me, scampering toward the lift to have a different cock slide inside me for the first time in my marriage.
I had the lift to myself as I arrived at the reception. I walked briskly to the lifts opposite, hearing my spiked high heels clipping off the shiny marbled floor.
One of the elevators was waiting and vacant as I stepped inside. Pressing the required button, the doors began to close just as the Hotel manager walk past the lift, looking at me dressed like a bondage whore.
He’d saw me arrive with my husband and tease him relentlessly, kiss a stranger passionately in the bar and now he’s saw me dressed like a bondage whore. My pussy tingled excitedly at my flagrant exhibitionism.
The elevator arrived at the f******nth floor. I stepped out of the car and headed toward Simons room.
I was now standing outside room 1461, my stomach fluttering with butterflies and sexual excitement. My pussy was tingling like never before as I tapped on the door that would change my life forever.
Arisha
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