We've been together for five years and we are still very much in love. I would die for my Christi and I think she would do anything for me. My problem is my wife is Bi, while I'm a dedicated lesbian. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate the male body and wonder at some of the big cocks we have gotten for us, but they do nothing for me except be part of the show. My Christi is my personal pornstar at these meets and I get to direct. Usually it's just pictures, but sometimes the "Bulls" want movies. And secretly... it makes me wet to watch her cum, even if it's not me.
My bubbly blonde practically bounced down the hotel hallway in excitement. Her boobs were modest but bigger than when we met. She is tall and toned and she just makes me melt when she bares that athletic body. I call her my Goddess. She is taller than me, much more fit. Although five years with her has changed my eating and exercise habits, I look better... but this isn't about me.
"I really like his picture!" She blurted out. "And he seemed nice on skype."
"The fact that he's got a thick ten inch cock wouldn't be a factor, would it?" I said with sarcasm as I escorted her to her "date"
Actually we would both be meeting him and I would always be there, never leaving my baby alone. That was always the deal. Maybe Christie thought I would relent one day and suck cock or something, but also there was no way in HELL I was leaving my girl alone, even if we've known the guy before.
"Do we look good, Em?" Christi always asked how "we" looked.
She was amazing in a denim skirt and white cotton blouse, nothing fancy, in fact, simple and easy to get off. And as usual, my baby had no bra. Her nipples were already hard with excitement and pushing at the cloth. I was in a short grey knit dress with stockings and no panties and a plunging neckline for my girls. Unlike Christi, there was nothing athletic about my boobs, and once the guy left, my dress could come off with a tug from my five foot eight frame. "We look deadly, baby." I said flatly.
Hotel bars are usually the same. We have only ever used three, but the bar was adjacent to the door and it wasn't so dark inside as some seedy joint on the street. Hotel bars were cleaner, with a rolling clientele, I think they had to be. This one had a dance floor, about the size of our bathroom but it was there. Christi would love that. And there he was, Mister tall, dark and ten inches himself, waiting in a booth by the window.
"Christi. Emily!" He stood up, broadcasting our names to the room like an idiot.
Yes, I don't like him. I never really like any of them... but I love my baby and I will let her get what I can't give her. Oh sure, we use a strapon. Well the strapless strapon to be precise, but sometimes she wants "Meat", her words, not mine, and that makes them tools, living dildos, and I can live with that.
Christi scoots into the booth with him and I take a chair opposite. She is probably already fingering his thigh, looking for proof of that ten inches. We get drinks and chat, covering over some details of the nights events. All of his attention isn't just on Christi. I keep seeing hopeful and lusty glances and wicked smiles when he talks to me. By the second drink my girl is ready to dance, so we hit the little floor.
Tristan is taller than Christi, at six foot, with tanned skin, dark wavy hair and a sculpted roman nose . A mix of greek maybe with hints of spaniard, a true Mediterranean man. He isn't clumsy on the floor, being tall and thin, he is actually graceful with a controlled power and Christi is eating it up. She moves from me to him and teases to come back to me again. Her hands are on him though, touching his chest as she moves around him to come back to me, letting her nipples brush his arm as she spins away. My girl is a flirt and I do love to watch her work. She bumps and grinds with me, but she is looking over her shoulder with "Come get me" eyes to him. Am I jealous? A little, but it will be worth it when she is done with her toy.
