Gayle didn't live a sheltered life, but a modest one. She was a good girl all through High School, and even stayed a virgin in college with her first boyfriend at 18. That doesn't mean she didn't do things to please her guy. She adored the feel of his hardening cock in her hand, and would open her legs wide for his exploring fingers. They diddled each other into sweet teen bliss for weeks. The first time she bent down to take that turgid tool between her lips, she wasn't sure what to expect, but she soon learned she loved a thick long cock in her mouth, and the moans of her boyfriend drove her on.
But sweet Gayle stayed a virgin all the way to her wedding night, a hard task for a 24 year old woman. Her High School sweetheart was long gone, but she had met David Stevens, a sweet man who adored her and always put her first. Finally she gave it all to him, all of her being, all of her love. David wasn't as big as the few guys in her past, but since they had never been inside her love canal, she didn't seem to care. She loved her husband and all that he gave her.
As the years went by, things slowed down and people fall into ruts. Gayle was happy and she thought their amorous life was enough, but David wanted more, more from her and more from himself. He thought she was the sexiest woman on earth and deserved all he could do to make her happy. He bought toys, dongs and dildos, always ever larger, always bigger than himself. He wanted to fill her, to stretch her and know that she was satisfied.
"How is that?" He asked her as he slowly reamed out her stretched pussy with a jelly dong.
"It's OK." Gayle had her knees wide and her feet up on his shoulders as he knelt at the bed with an eyeful of her snatch. "Why does it have to be so big?"
"Don't you like it?" He didn't stop though and twisted the dong with each thrust inside of her. "Would you like it if it was real?"
Gayle was never sure how to answer those questions. Even when David introduced her to erotic fiction, he always seemed to share stories of wives with bigger men. She liked his pussy play and was getting used to the bigger sizes, but he seemed to want to share her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that... not yet.
Denver in spring was the best time and place for shopping. And for a sleek bodied brunette like Gayle, everything looked good. She took a little sabbatical into the city for a few days in a very nice hotel every year. David happily made all the arrangements this year, making sure his wife got her usual suite. He seemed excited when she was ready to leave, and when Gayle went to the PC to see an ad her friend sent her, she found out why. She had opened email on David's side of the computer and there was an answer to an ad, an ad that David seemed to have made.
"Seduce my Wife," the heading said, and there was a long back and forth conversation of messages. Gayle's mouth dropped as she read them all. Her husband had sent pictures and he had even received some. She sat down, still in shock and a bit pissed, but looked at her prospective seducer. He was tall and dark, with sexy wavy hair on top, but still neat and.well trimmed "Probably Italian." she thought to herself. She scrolled down further and there it was. He had sent a nude photo. His cock was long as he held it next to a beer bottle as proof. "Probably David's idea" she said to herself, but a smile came across her lips as she thought about this hot stud wanting her. She was in shape and her boobs weren't big, but on her petite frame they filled the bill nicely. "A little flirting might be good for me." Gayle said out loud before before finishing her packing.
"Be sure and call me when you eat, baby, then I'll be home. Don't make me worry. And you should get your hair done, really take care of you." David told her excitedly.
"Um, OK. Thank you, sweety." Gayle kissed him before going to the waiting cab. "I will."
The Crawford Hotel was as beautiful as ever after it's renovations. Gayle loved staying here because it was right in between Sakura Square and all its shops and the Museum of Art. The Oxford was just down the street, but it was more of a business hotel, and she didn't like the bar. The Crawfords bar was down a ramp and under the lobby and then had it's own elevator just outside its entrance. She checked in and let the boy take her bags as she took David's advice and got her hair done, just a light trim and soft curls to frame her slim neck. She felt pretty and was ready for shopping.
6 o'clock and David's credit card wasn't maxed, but it was a start and Gayle had some lovely things, some downright sexy. She freshened up in her room and got out one of her new dresses. It was gold and strapless with a high hemline that hugged just under her cheeks. "Panties wouldn't do with this one, but a thong..." She thought wickedly. With matching little sandals, she was ready to see her "Seducer". She called David, like he asked, and knew he was calling Matt the moment she hung up.
Gayle didn't have to wait long. She was only halfway through her dinner when the tall stranger finally sat next to her where she ate at the bar. She just glanced over, but there was that dark wavy hair and he flashed her a perfect toothy smile. She started to get a little nervous knowing what was coming.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He started with a deep baritone voice. Gayle looked past him at all the other empty seats he could have chose at the bar. He saw her examination and added coyly, "It's just that I notice you're eating and I was going to get dinner too, and... I hate to eat alone."
"Sure, I understand." She responded noncommittally, letting him play his game.
"I'm Matt by the way." He flashed his smile again and let his deep brown eyes wander down her body.
"Hi, Matt. I'm Gayle." She didn't offer it but he took her hand and kissed it.
Matt ate the chopped steak sandwich and bought drinks for the both of them. They chatted about the hotel and Denver in general, but he seemed to stay away from her family life. Gayle felt comfortable with him and told him all about her day and some of the sexy things she bought.
"Is that one of them?" He asked, indicating the short gold dress. "It's really stunning on you."
Gayle loved his compliments. He was being so charming and the wine was flowing, she had to remember this was a set up and was planning to just say goodnight to him in the end. Matt asked her to dance and that was innocent enough, so she followed him to the floor. It was a Friday night so there was already a crowd on the floor. Matt kept her in reach and always seemed to have a hand somewhere on her body. It encouraged Gayle to move ever more provocatively for him. She put her hands up in her blonde hair and gyrated her hips as she slowly turned away from him. Matt's eyes were glued to her hot tight ass, which is where she wanted them. She looked over her shoulder teasingly to him, with her head cast down so that her eyes peeked over her shoulder coyly. The taunting innocence of that look and the vulgar churning of her bottom pushed Matt to finally step forward and press himself against her.
Gayle felt his groin spooned to her and she began to grind dirtily into him. Matt followed and they did a rhythmic dry hump on the dance floor. She could feel his stiffening cock pressed to her, and remembered how big it looked in the picture. They got a few looks, but not many, until Matt playfully grabbed her blonde mane and theatrically smacked on her grinding ass. Gayle was a little shocked but reveled in the naughtiness of the spectacle. She turned around laughing and the tall Italian pulled her into him again. He had to bend down but he licked right up her jugular and then kissed it.
Things stopped, or just Matt did, but right then he was her world. "God, I want him." She thought.
"Sorry, that was a bit forward." He nearly had to shout.
