I walked through the hotel room door, not really sure what to expect. It was his idea to bring home another man, but a part of me thought he would call it off before we got here. The man I brought from the gym closed the door behind us, dropping his gym bag just inside the bathroom to the left of the entrance. We walked down the short hall to find a note on the king size bed.
Just ran down for some champagne, don't wait for me to start. Enjoy.
"I guess we just start without him." I smiled at the man I didn't even bother to remember the name of. He wasn't someone who wouldn't be around after this anyway, his body was all I wanted from him.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, stepping in closer. His Versace cologne wrapped around me just like his arms did around my waist.
"Just not on the lips. It's a rule." I told him, offering my neck instead.
"I'm not much for rules, but seeing as I get to fuck you, I guess I will mind this one this time." His lips brushed just below my ear, sending shivers and goosebumps across my smoldering skin. His hold around my waist tightened, pulling me into his hard muscled body. I sank into him, getting high on his touch and smell. Fuck, I loved being kissed on my neck, bit too and don't even get me started on the feeling of a large strong hand lightly squeezing my neck. I loved to flirt with danger and the adrenaline rush.
His hands roamed over my body, down my back to my ass where he squeezed and ground his already hard cock into my core. I moaned with pleasure and anticipation. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, threatening to break out. My skin burned with heat, leaving a fire trail where one of his hands slid from my ass to breast.
"I was dying to get my hands on your sweet little body since the first time I saw you at the gym. You are just so fucking delicious and you always smell fucking amazing."
"Wait until you get her naked." A voice said for the direction of the door. My body instinctively went rigid, my body panicking because I had been caught before my brain reassured me that this was okay; his idea even. John just chuckled as he walked in with confidence, going to the desk to put the champagne in the bucket before introducing himself to the man that was going to fuck his wife. Tom, that right, that was his name.
"So," He looked at Tom, "are you going to strip my wife or do you want her to do it herself?"
Tom took his time to undress me, kissing and licking my skin as he went. Licking, sucking and nibbling my nipples, making a pool in my light pink lace boyshorts. Sinking to his knees in front of me, slowly pulling my skirt down revealing soaked fabric. John had pulled his hard cock out, stroking slowly as he watched Tom pull my right leg up onto the bed, making me balance on one foot. I watched John as he watched Tom kiss up my thigh to my aching pussy. Tom moaned into my pussy as he ran his tongue over the fabric in a long pull; John's gaze darkened with lust. Watching, being watched and being licked was such an amazing combination, my body was overly sensitive and reacting to even just the lightest of touches.
Pulling the fabric of my panties down, Tom pushed me down to lay back on the bed next to John, propping my legs up so that Tom's tongue could finally meet my bare pussy. I moaned against his mouth as he worked, my husband looking down on me a sexy smile on his lips.
"Does his tongue feel good on your pussy baby?" He asked me, petting my hair sweetly.
