Lee Marie And A Third

Wild Thoughts REMASTERED

Marie wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. She wasn't even supposed to be in this situation, let alone with her husband in the same room with her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she bit her bottom lip so hard she could almost feel the skin start to break. Her fingers struggled to grip the sheets and she gave up and collapsed face down on the bed with her ass still in the air. Marie was getting fucked. Hard. The back of her thighs stung with each thrust of the man behind her splitting her open. It was pain, it was pleasure and above all she wanted nothing more than to orgasm over and over. Between her legs she was on fire and her skin tingled as goosebumps appeared along the length of her arms. Marie's nipples hardened and her pussy pushed its newest occupant out of her as she squirted all over the bed. She was just about to open her mouth to scream as she was pulled off of the bed by her hair and her husband's cock was shoved down her throat. She was taking cock in both ends. And she loved it.

A few hours earlier...

The restaurant and bar were near capacity when they arrived late one summer evening. Much to their relief the crowd was older and they didn't feel out of place from the other patrons. The establishment was large with an open kitchen to the left, a bar on the far right of the room with ample tables and seating in the middle and a decently-sized dance floor in the back. The restaurant also had a second level that went around the entire building leaving room for the upper level to view the dance floor and restaurant seating below. They had come to eat, drink, and maybe dance and enjoy a night away from home without any inhibitions. After dinner the couple moved to the bar and after a few a rounds of drinks decided to hit the dance floor. The DJ played all of the songs of their teen years and the couple lost track of time, splitting their evening between the dance floor and the bar. After a few more rounds of drinks and shots for each of them they were both feeling the effects of the alcohol. Marie's face was red and flushed, her speech slurred and her low tolerance made her more touchy feely than usual. Lee had consumed several more shots than Marie by this point and was visibly drunk.

"I need to sit." He told her, rather he slurred.

"Come on. I wanna dance!" Marie screamed back over the music louder than she had intended..

"You can dance here by yourself if you feel comfortable or you can come sit down with me for a little while. Either way I have to sit down." Lee yelled back.

"Alright. I'm gonna dance here if that's ok." Marie said.

"That's fine. I'm going to find a seat, drink some water and sober up a bit." Lee gestured to an empty table on the second level.

"Ok, I'll dance some more and then I'll come and join you." Marie replied.

Lee made his way to the bar and ordered two waters and cautiously made his way with the drinks to the second level of the club. By the time he reached the second level the seat he had pointed out to Marie was now occupied by another couple. He froze and looked around and found another seat on the opposite side of the seond level. He still could look down and see Marie and everyone dancing and figured he'd come to meet her when she started to make her way up the stairs to meet him.

Marie continued to dance by herself when all of a sudden she felt a hand on her left hip. She grabbed it and knew it was Lee who had returned to dance with her. She instinctively pushed her ass back into him and started to grind against him. The two of them danced for a couple of songs, Marie's eyes closed and hips swaying to the music. The man behind her had his arm around her waist, his hand resting on her lower stomach. Marie's ample bottom shook, ground, and twerked on the man dancing behind her. A few songs in and he pulled her closer and Marie bent over to grind harder on him. Normally this wasn't something she'd do in public but the alcohol had removed all of her inhibitions. The man behind her reached down to her thighs and slowly pulled her skirt up to just below her waist. Marie grabbed his hand and pulled her skirt back down when she felt it against her ass. His cock. It wasn't Lee and whoever she was dancing with certainly wasn't her husband, because the hardening cock against her ass was huge and somehow she hadn't even realized it until that very moment. Her eyes widened as she felt his length and girth all the way down the crack of her ass.

Lee had cautiously made his way around the second level and looked down to see his wife dancing with a stranger. He didn't mind as they were on vacation and she looked like she was having fun and he certainly wasn't the jealous type. He sat down and checked his phone for any missed texts or urgent emails from work and had a mind to reply to an email from a colleague but decided against it considering how drunk he was. He looked down on the dance floor and searched for his wife until he finally found her frozen in front of the stranger he had seen her dancing with earlier. He figured she must have just discovered it wasn't him she had been dancing with all this time.

"Who are you?!" Marie exclaimed.

"I'm Curtis, you're one hell of a dancer. I haven't been grinded on like that in years." He said with a sly smile.

"Thanks but ummm I'm here with someone." Marie answered nervously, turning around to face the stranger who had nearly undressed her.

"I don't see him, and from the way you were dancing on a stranger like myself you weren't looking too hard for him either." He nearly yelled over the music.

Marie blushed. He was right. She didn't bother to turn around and see if it was Lee she was with. She just assumed her husband had changed his mind and returned sooner that she expected.

"How'd you know I wasn't your guy?" Curtis asked.

Marie licked her lips and started to speak but realized she couldn't tell him the truth. Curtis smiled, grabbed her by her hips and pressed his body into hers.

"Was it this?" He asked.

She felt his cock along her thigh and part of it was close to her mound. She realized she was getting wet. Marie backed away and couldn't help herself. She looked down and saw the print of his cock against his pants. A strange desire flooded her. She wanted to touch it. To grab it. But she also realized her feet were carrying her backwards away from him. Curtis reached out and gave her a small card with a handwritten phone number on it.

"I'm from out of town. Call me if you'd like." He placed the card in her hand and turned around and headed to the bar.

Marie stood there for a moment in silence. She gathered herself, fixed her skirt and blouse and realized her nipples were hard. She was absolutely turned on by this stranger and wasn't quite sure how she felt about the encounter. Marie made her way to the stairs just as Lee was slowly walking down to her.

"Babe I'm tired." She exhaled.

"We can leave, I'll get an Uber on the way." He said pulling out his phone. The couple made their way to the exit and took a seat on a bench outside of the restaurant. The soft breeze was refreshing and calming. The music had grown louder and the windows rattled with the pulse of the bass.

"You make a new friend?" Lee asked when he finally reached his wife.

"Huh?" Marie asked. Feigning ignorance.

"Come on. I saw you dancing with that guy. I don't care if you dance with another guy. I'm not THAT selfish." Lee replied.

"Yea I did. He was a good dancer. I thought it was you until --" Marie stopped herself. Damn alcohol was making her lips too loose.

"Until what?" Lee asked.

Silence. Marie was caught.

"Until what?" He asked again.

"I felt his ummm." Marie started.

Lee burst out laughing. He knew what she meant. Watching his proper wife blush and feel embarrassed was hilarious. He knew how much it turned her on to have her ass touched and was certain his wife was highly aroused at the moment. Some time passed and their Uber arrived, Lee helped Marie into the back of the car and they were on their way back to the hotel..

"So was it big big?" Lee whispered through the silence.

"Yea." Marie whispered back. "It was huge."

"How big? Bigger than your biggest dildo?"

"Probably as long, maybe a little thicker." Marie answered.

"Did it turn you on?" Lee asked. This time looking at her face for an answer. Marie glanced out the window giving herself away.

"It's ok if you got turned on. I don't mind. Really." Marie remained silent. Lee decided to probe further.

"Did you want to see it or touch it?" Lee asked.

"No. I mean -- " Marie starts to answer.

"You mean what?" Lee asked.

"I mean I thought about it. That's why I left to come find you. I was drunk and horny and wanting to grab this strangers cock on the dance floor." Marie replied.

"Wait, you're ok with me saying all that?" Marie asked.

"I mean think about. We play with your large dildos and there's this underlying fantasy of you being fucked by someone else." Lee answered.

"Yea but that's fantasy! A desire in the moment." Marie shot back.

"Is it? Would you suck him off or fuck him?" Lee asked.

"What?! No!" Marie yelled. The Uber driver looked back at them.

"Just asking." Lee whispered back.

"You have the weirdest fantasies." Marie said.

"Me?" Lee asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Yes, you! I'm not stupid. I know you'd either watch me get fucked or join in with another man fucking me. It's ok. I sometimes think of you fucking another woman. But not as often as you think of me getting fucked by another man."

Lee was silent, he looked up and met the eyes of the Uber driver. The young man was wide eyed and shrugged his shoulders. Marie was right though, it was a strange curiosity and fantasy he had. The thought of watching Marie get fucked by someone else and the possibility of joining in midway through. He couldn't help it. They arrived back at their hotel and made their way to their room. After changing out of their clothes and showering both were tired but oddly still awake.

"I need some ice." Lee said, looking into a near empty glass of water.

"I'll go get it." Marie replied.

"In that?" Lee asked.

Marie was wearing her thin black leggings, no panties and a white tank top with no bra.

"It's 3 in the morning and it's right down the hall. I doubt I'll see anyone." Marie replied. A sinister grin went across Lee's face.

"Fine. Go ahead. I hope you see someone. You know your nipples get hard when you get embarrassed. Give some random drunk guy in the hallway a boner."

Marie laughed and left the room, making her way to the ice machine. After getting ice she was walking back to her room and froze. A familiar face had just walked out of a room a couple down doors from hers. It was Curtis, the man from the restaurant. He had changed clothes into a T-Shirt and sweatpants. She felt her skin flush, her heart began to pound in her chest and just as Lee had predicted she felt her nipples harden. She put her head down and kept walking and was close to her door when he spoke.

"Marie, is it?" Curtis asked.

Marie turned to face him and grabbed at her hips and realized she didn't bring the room key. Shit! She thought.

"Yes that's my name. What are the odds we'd both be in the same hotel?" She nervously answered.

Lee was laying in the bed of the suite and wondered what was taking Marie so long. He got out of bed and made his way to the door when he heard voices. He started to open the door but instead looked out of the peephole and saw Marie talking to a tall black male but the way he was positioned he could only see the back of her head and half of the man she was talking to. Marie was running her hand through her hair and giggling. Whoever he was she was attracted to him that's for sure. He pressed his ear to the door and from the conversation they were having he figured out it was the guy she was dancing with earlier in the night. What were the odds! Lust took over and he wondered what the early morning could lead to. He opened the door and introduced himself.

"So you're the man my wife had the pleasure of dancing with tonight." Lee said extending his hand to greet the stranger.

"Yes I am, The name's Curtis. Curtis Moore. Your wife is quite the dancer." Curtis said while shaking hands with Lee and stealing a glance back at Marie.

"Yes, yes she is. Funny how we both found ourselves staying at the same hotel. Marie was just out filling the bucket of ice. Looks like you were doing the same."

"I was actually. I have a bottle of whiskey and a couple of cans of coke. I was just about to have another drink and call it a night." Curtis said.

"You need help finishing off that bottle?" Lee asked with a chuckle.

Marie and Curtis caught one another's eye and Marie was about to answer but Curtis spoke first.

"Sure, if you and your wife don't mind a little company." Curtis answered, wondering to himself where the evening might lead.

"We don't mind at all. While you get the whiskey and Coke, I'll fill a few glasses with ice." Lee replied.

"Sounds like a plan, I'll be right back." Curtis answered and quickly walked down the hall back to his room.

Lee and Marie turned and walked back into their room and Marie nearly exploded at her husband.

"What the hell Lee?" Marie asked as she dropped the bucket of ice on the coffee table in the living room area of their suite.

"What's wrong? We can't have a drink with your new friend?" he shot back.

"You're inviting a stranger into our hotel room at 2 in the morning!" Marie sneered.

"He didn't look like a stranger when you two were on the dance floor, nor did he look like a stranger to you before I opened the door. I saw you smiling and brushing your hair out of your face over and over."

Lee was right and Marie knew it. She did find him attractive and she couldn't figure out if it was pure lust or alcohol or both but she couldn't stop thinking about Curtis grinding on her in the club.

"Fine, one drink. That's it! Let me go change clothes before he gets back." Marie replied.

"Ok ok, one drink. No need to change now, he's seen it all and you've felt it all too." Lee said gesturing at the two little tents on the front of Marie's shirt.

A moment later there was a knock on the door and Lee let Curtis in the room. Curtis sat in the arm chair of the suite and Marie and Lee sat on the couch. The three of them talked about where they were from and what they were all doing in Atlanta. Curtis opened the bottle of whiskey as Marie poured Coke into the ice-filled glasses. The three new friends clinked glasses and continued to get to know one another until there was a lull in the conversation.

"I need to use the bathroom, time to break the seal." Lee chuckled. He got up and went to the bathroom leaving Curtis and Marie alone.

Curtis watched Lee walk into the bathroom and looked back at Marie. She was staring at him and gave a weak smile. Curtis knew it was now or never. He wasn't foolish. He knew why he was invited in and downed the rest of his glass to steady his nerves. He moved to the couch and was about to pour another drink Marie but she declined and left the glass on the coffee table. Curtis looked over at Marie, she had readjusted and was sitting facing him with her feet on the couch and her back propped up by several cushions. Her nipples were still hard and he wondered if what he would do next would elicit the response he wanted.

Curtis reached down and started to rub himself, he felt his cock growing down his leg. He had taken off his underwear when he went back to his room for the whiskey and now it was just him and his sweatpants. Marie watched and subconsciously licked her lips. She placed her hand on her chest to steady her breathing. In the back of her mind she knew what she needed to do. Go to bed or start a new topic of conversation, but right now all she wanted to do was watch. She secretly wanted him to pull it out in all of its glory for her to see.

Curtis continued to stroke himself until a full print of his large cock shown through his sweatpants. He pulled his T-shirt up and untied the strings on his sweatpants. It was now or never. Curtis pulled his cock out and Marie gasped. He was a brown version of her 8 inch dildo, maybe a bit longer by a few centimeters but he was certainly thicker. Curtis stroked himself and locked eyes with Marie. Marie was subconsciously rubbing her neck and chest and didn't realize she was starting to lean forward. She had longed to see it and got her wish, now she desired to to touch it. She knew she should stay on the couch, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to it. Curtis continued to stroke himself, precum building at his tip and he smiled at Marie.

Marie glanced back at the bathroom door hoping her husband would emerge at any second to put a stop to Curtis' brazen display of exposing himself to her. The alcohol in her system and the cologne radiating off of his skin put her in a trance of pure lust and desire, a battle she couldn't discern if she was losing or surrendering herself to.

Marie closed the distance between them and sat cross-legged facing Curtis, her knee pressed against his thigh. She leaned forward and didn't break eye-contact once with the throbbing cock in Curtis' hand.

"Do you want to touch it?" Curtis half-whispered.

Marie sat silently. Her eyes were fixed on the large hand moving up down the thick cock before her. Marie stared intently at his dick, focusing on every detail from the bulge of the two veins running up its length on each side, to the thick black curls of hair at its base. Marie wanted to speak but was certain if she opened her mouth no words would come out.

"Marie?" Curtis asked as he stopped stroking his dick and held it in his hands.

He aimed his cock in Marie's direction and a drop of precum fell from his glistening ebony tip and landed on his thigh. Marie watched the clear bead slowly absorb into his pants and before she could stop herself she realized she had moved her left hand in between her legs and with her middle finger she gently rubbed her clit.

"Do you want me to put your hand on it?" Curtis prodded.

"I couldn't, I mean I can't..." Marie trailed off.

'What the hell is he doing in there?' Marie screamed in her head, wanting to be saved by her husband by what she felt, she knew, she was about to do.

Marie looked up into Curtis' eyes and looked back at his dick. She wanted to touch it, feel it, caress the smooth skin and gently squeeze the firmness of his member. Marie abandoned all reason and resigned herself to give into temptation and hoped she would only go so far as to touch him. She took a deep breath and reached out for his cock, taking it in her hand.

In her mind it wasn't her hand that was touching him, but someone else's. She was completely enamored by the sight of it and as she fought the voice in her head telling her to stop, but she wanted more. She leaned forward and with her index finger and thumb she touched his cock head. Curtis released his grip and his cock began to fall in his lap but Marie caught it. She gasped at how heavy it felt in her hands. Marie was completely lost in the moment and turned her head left to right examining his length. Once again she felt as if she no longer had control of her body as she stood up from the couch and knelt before Curtis, not taking her hand off of his cock. She knelt down between his legs and started to stroke him faster. She marveled at how her fingers didn't touch when her hands were wrapped around his cock.

'This is wrong,' she thought.

Marie stroked him harder and rubbed the base of his cock head below his slit with the precum that was flowing out of him.

'This isn't who you are.'

Marie aimed his cock towards her face and wondered what he tasted like.