Oh, the fun you can have with fantasy games
I'm Jean.
After being married for quite some time, Jim and I embraced acting on our fantasies. We've enjoyed the swinger's lifestyle for about ten years. This story recounts one of my/our hottest experiences.
When we take golf vacations things can really heat up. We come up with games that can become pretty intense. I'm ok with losing because sometimes losing is just as good as winning. This recollection is based on John winning a very naughty dare when he birdied the 18
th
hole.
Jim, my tall, dark and hot hubby is 6'4". He's an amazing lover that has equipment comparable to some porn stars. His large warm hands and mouth take me places many women dream of. I have always been multi orgasmic and he loves it. It's not unusual for us to spend a day at Desire Pearl that starts with four or five pre breakfast Os followed by afternoon delight, with a couple more and an evening, with a couple more. I wish I could do the same for him, but, hey, he's a guy. Fortunately for me, he gets crazy pleasure out of repeatedly taking me over the edge.
I'm a huge fan of Beachbody and workout just about every day. I'm a modest dresser so, unless we are purposely acting out, no one gets a peak at my 34C boobs and silky-smooth pussy. My arms are ripped, and my legs and butt are those of a runner. I'm a brunette with dark eyes and sultry lips.
His dare was based on his ultimate fantasy, one, in which I troll for a guy in a bar who I invite back to my room for sex.
Jim gets to check out the guy from afar, but when I hook up, he can only imagine what's going on in the room. Of course, I have to share all of the details of the tryst, afterwards.
I didn't have too much time to think about the dare as it was issued at 1:30PM today. I had the dress and heels I needed but I wasn't sure I had the courage. We step out a bit when we get away, but I was crazy nervous because all of the "playing" we had done, to date had been with either couples or a bull we got to know ahead of time. I all cases, he was there.
Although I had fantasized over hunky men, our dedication to each other didn't take me farther than saying, "He's hot; I think I'd like to fuck him" So, this scenario was a big step for both of us.
We were staying at the Miami Four Season Hotel. On Friday nights the clientele is fairly evenly split between businessmen and couples escaping for the weekend. Its bar had music and dancing on weekend nights.
If I could muster the courage, I figured I'd end up with a good-looking business guy that was looking for a one-night stand.
I scheduled a massage at the spa followed by a manicure, pedicure and hair styling. Jim spent the time back in our room. When I got back, I hid all signs that I was with Jim, packing all his clothes and toiletries so my suitor wouldn't know I was with anybody. In fact, I left out my perfume and some lacy thongs on one of the nightstands.
We went out for dinner to a restaurant nearby. The sexual energy was palpable, and I wasn't sure I could go through with his dare. We got back from dinner just after 8:30.
It's time for me to get out of these jeans and polo, transforming from casual Jane to hot wife
, I mused.
I chose a black thong and clingy maxi dress that didn't call for a bra. It clung to every curve I had and showcased my pendulous breasts allowing my nipples to peak through if it was chilly or I was the slightest bit aroused. I put on ivory 5-inch stilettos that showed off the curve of my butt and my toned legs. I went with a pink lipstick that accented the floral pattern on my dress and I added some Obsession perfume in all the right places. Jim approved.
We headed for the bar at about 9:30. The evening was "young", and it was maybe half full. Jim planted a very wet passionate kiss on me as we exited the elevator and went ahead. He sought a quiet table away from the bar giving him a view of where I'd sit.
My legs went to Jell-O when he left me, and I could already feel my clit throbbing. I looked for a bar stool that had an empty seat next to it, eventually sliding in to one about three-quarters down the far side.
I kicked into gear when the 35-year-old hunk of a bartender came over. I ordered a double margarita with salt on the rim. It was fabulous. He and I exchanged small talk for a minute or two and when he asked me what I was up to, tonight
I replied, "I haven't been home in a week and have another week to go, so I'm not sure how to answer that."
I had removed my wedding and engagement ring back at the room; fortunately, there wasn't a tan line because, like all right-handed golfers the golf glove goes on the left hand.
I smiled and asked, "What time do you get off, tonight?"
He replied with a warm smile that he wasn't off until 2AM.
"That's really late, you'll be worn out by then."
"Yep," he said, "my wife will be asleep when I get home."
Darn, I thought he'd be a fantastic fuck.
I was only about a third of the way done with my drink when the first guy sat down next to me and started to chat me up. He was decent looking, about 45 and was fairly fit but I ruled him out when he threw the line at me, "What's a beautiful woman like you doing here tonight." He followed that up with, "Are you lonely, tonight, darling?"
Are you serious with that line
, I thought?