After having been asked to leave the club, En Fuego, Ashley, Lynn and I made our way outside and began to search for a cab. The girls were drunk, but not overly so, and we were all horny. It was 10:30pm -- 90 minutes until the ball would drop. We only had to wait maybe two minutes before a cab pulled up. Ashley got in first and slid over, behind the cabbie. My wife, short as she is, sat in the middle and I followed. My wife told the cabbie to take us to the hotel where she had reserved a room (and where her and Ashley got ready before heading out the club to meet me). The drive would only be just a few minutes.
"Oh, my God," Ashley said not too loudly, "Mark's cum is seeping out of my pussy!"
"Really?" my wife asked. "Did he fill you with a lot of cum?" I could tell she was proud of my virility.
"Yeah, he did and my thong is too little to soak up much of his cum." She replied. She was enjoying playing the provocative little tart.
I looked at the cabbie to see if he could hear and understand them. I wasn't sure but no matter. The girls were in the mood to be naughty and, as was obvious in the club, didn't care who saw them or heard them.
I looked over at the women and noticed Ashley grab my wife's left hand and shove it between Ashley's thighs so that my wife could confirm that my cum was, in fact, seeping out. My wife smiled and cooed. The girls' banter kept my lust near a full boil and my cock began to grow.
"Oh wow! There really is a lot of cum. You're all messy down there!" my wife exclaimed.
Just then the cab arrived at our hotel. I paid the fare and with the valet holding the door we all exited the cab. I watched as the girls got out and, as Ashley slid over to exit, I noticed she spread her legs to give the valet a nice peak up her skirt of her little white panties. It was so overt, so obvious. God I loved her naughtiness!
Lynn led the way to the elevator bank. When the elevator arrived, we climbed in and waited for it to take us to our floor, fairly high up. Once the doors closed, the naughtiness continued.
"My pussy is so wet! Here, feel me." said my wife very loudly. Perhaps she was putting on a little show for security.
Lynn unbuttoned her pants and lowered them to allow access to her crotch. She grabbed Ashley's hand and shoved it in to her panties.
"Ooh, Lynn, you are dripping wet." Ashley said. "Mark, feel how wet your wife's pussy is."
My hand quickly replaced Ashley's and I slipped a finger up my wife's hairy snatch. Sure enough, she was soaked. My lust was raging and so I kissed my wife hungrily, snaking my tongue down her throat. She returned the passion. The bell chimed, signaling we had arrived at our floor. I removed my finger and hand from my wife's panties. As we exited the elevator, my wife began to command Ashley, in a fairly loud voice. I can only guess that she was hoping there would be some others in range to hear her dirty talk. Either that or she was turning herself on even further.
"Ashley, when we get in the room, I want you to go down on me and make me cum. I want to see your beautiful face buried in my pussy." Lynn said.
"And what about me?" I asked sarcastically.
"I'm not sure yet, but you can do whatever you want to Ashley. She's ours for the night." My wife said as she opened the door to the room. We were in a very nice hotel and my wife had reserved some over-sized suite. We entered the large living area with couches, chair and a big screen TV.
Once inside, Ashley excused herself to go to the restroom and disappeared into a bedroom. My wife asked me to go pour us all some wine that she had brought. I did as I was told. I offered my wife her glass of wine and she took a sip. She then came up and began to kiss me, passionately, deeply. Then she backed away to speak.
"Listen, I want us to both enjoy Ashley tonight. There'll be plenty of opportunities for you and me to have sex just the two of us, just like all the years past. But tonight, I'm not looking to have sex with you. This is my night -- my first time and maybe my last time -- to have sex with another woman. And you should treat this like the only time EVER I'll let you have any sex with another woman. Clear?"
I nodded in agreement. I appreciated knowing the rules and expectations up front.
I then pulled my wife close and grabbed her pants -- hugging her ass and hips so tightly -- and began to remove them. Her bright red g-string came into view and I admired the view of her gorgeous, plump ass, accented by this little red fabric. I untied the strings holding her red suede top and removed it, freeing her nicely shaped c-cup tits. I loved my wife's body. I soaked it in with my eyes and she stood there, letting me admire her, knowing I enjoyed removing her clothes.
When I finished stripping her down to her little red g-string, my wife put her glass down and began to undress me. She removed my shoes, belt, pants, shirt and finally my boxers. As she did this I massaged her nice tits and held her gaze with mine. When last she removed my boxers, my erect penis sprung up and gave my sexy little wife a nice little salute.
"I'm back!" Ashley announced as she entered the living area of our hotel suite.
My jaw hit the floor. Ashley was wearing the lime green bikini top that went with the matching bikini bottoms that had been the object of my tremendous lust this past summer. Those bikini bottoms were mine, back at my house. In its place, she was wearing a micro-bikini in a very similar shade of green.
"Mark, I put this outfit on just for you. I hope you like it!" Ashley said and turned around as if a model on a catwalk.
Which she could have been. Both my wife and I shook our heads in disbelief at this perfect young body in front us. And tonight, it existed only for our individual sexual pleasure.
The micro-bikini was essentially a few strings with a small patch of fabric that covered only her slit and -- had she not been shaved -- would have shown her full bush. The patch in the back was a small triangle that did a poor job of covering up the crack of her ass. If it were possible, my dick would have stretched out across the room to her. I wanted to explode.
Fortunately, I had not imbibed too much alcohol this evening as I wanted to avoid whiskey-dick syndrome. But to compensate, I knew I had to pace myself. While I had plenty of energy to have sex all night, nearing 40 years old, I only had a few shots in my gun, so to speak. I reminded myself I had already shot once tonight and so I had to use the remaining one or two shots wisely.
