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We had a kid free night last night so we made the most of it and headed out for a few drinks in the sunshine. We came home around 9pm and opened a bottle of prossecco and watched some tv. One bottle led to another and my wife was tipsy and horny.
We had a nosey on fab and got chatting to a local guy who we have been chatting on and off to for a year or so. We have never met but the possibility had been muted before. He is quite a shy guy and isn't too keen on the other guy being in the room as he is playing. I asked my wife if she would play alone with him while I made myself scarce. This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time so when she agreed I was super excited.
Around midnight our friend made the 10 minute walk from his house to ours. I welcomed him at the door, pointed to the living room and I went upstairs. I wanked away knowing fun was happening downstairs but obviously not fully knowing exactly what was going on.
A while later I heard my wife say goodbye to him and she came upstairs to tell me that she had sucked his big cock and came almost instantly when he fingered her. Her pussy was soaking and we had some amazing sex as we were so turned on. Another fantasy ticked off the bucket list, next one is for her to be fucked whilst I am at work  |
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Have enjoyed being the late visitor!! (Not in story above). I’d been bantering on-line for a couple of days with this woman who was on holiday - thinking her Hotel was a lot further away and nothing much would happen. The typical horny frustration & banter, I thought! Not her type. Too old. Whatever ...
Then I got a message asking if I was free. Before I could reply - another text with her actual Hotel & room no, and how to get through Hotel lobby to the stairs down to her corridor - and what time she wanted me to arrive. I had just finished my meal - and spluttered over the wine. Was this for real? A few texts later and I thought - worth a gamble.
I asked her whether she preferred red or white wine - thinking i’d take along a bottle. But she’d already got some red wine in! A 50 min drive - likely no wi-if - but relying on sat-nav. Driving too fast. Was this a wind up or for real? Was she on her own as suggested? Or w hubby or friends? What was this surprise she was offering? Another gay guy pretending to be a woman?
So I got to this posh hotel up at the top of the hill - managed to find a parking place. Still questioning why I was so horny. Pondered whether to text her to increase the anticipation- but what the heck.
So out and through the Hotel lobby .. a few younger groups and couples still hanging round chatting. The late night wind down. Avoided the reception. Down the 2 flights of stairs as instructed. Then trying to find the room number. Eventually there it was. Straightened myself up. What the f&ck was I letting myself in for? I knocked gently. Could hear someone moving to the door.
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In those seconds my brain raced - the profile that said she also played alone... but a couples profile ... looking to spice things up with other couples. What was this surprise?
So there I am - getting my camera out to try and record the “surprise”, when the door opens. I move inside. I realise she's totally naked. My cock hardens. I reach out to kiss her .. initially gently - then full on ... wr’re both so horny ... but she’s totally naked .. my hands wander over her soft skin. We pull each other tight together. Our hands exploring each other.
I pull her close .., we kiss as strangers - each so horny - not knowing what each other is happy with. But both open to each other. I pull her bum close against my hardness. There is no resistance. I kiss her neck and she responds. I reach down to squeeze her nipples - but realise they are super sensitive - recently pierced, so I squeeze her breasts gently..her head arches back. I pull her close. No words are needed. I try to control my raw lust.
I reach down to feel how wet she is. Gently stoking and exploring. My fingers wet with her nectar. We hold each other tight. Feeling and stroking each other. Not total darkness - but some soft low light. She reaches down to feel my hardness. I undo my belt and let my trousers drop to the floor. She rubs my hardness. We’re still kissing. The kissing of horny strangers. I’m thinking - weird to not even have seen her dressed. Her body now open and available for my pleasure. Soneone’s partner - opening her thighs to my touch. Making herself available. My fingers explore her wetness as we kiss. And boy, is she wet. She falls back on the bed. “Come fuck me eyes”. I reach for the bottle of red wine. Pour a glass as this horny naked stranger watches me. God she is one horny woman, i’m thinking. Hardly a word has been spoken. I ask her if she wants a glass. No, she says. She beckons me over. My shirt and boxers are off in no time. In a pile in the floor. I lie down beside her. The delicate touch of strangers exploring someone new.The tentative massage of strangers exploring a new body. Gently. Slowly. I stroke her warm soft skin. A little chat about massage. Turns out. we’ve both trained. Maybe that why we both just let the stroking and touching take its natural course. Her eyes and open body saying it all.
This stranger i’d never met until 10 minutes ago. Her naked body open and available and waiting to be pleasured. She smiles. We kiss again. Our hands exploring and feeling each other. I try and avoid squeezing her sensitive nipples too hard - trying to restrain myself from the normal playful squeezing. But god she is wet. I play and rub her wetness and her legs open wider. Not a lot of words are needed. Two horny adults about to pleasure each other. Two strangers full of sheer lust.
How many fingers will she take? She is so wet. We kiss again. Her body arches up against my fingers. She is already soaking wet. Three fingers stretching her. Plunging slowly in and out as I kiss and explore her wetness. I let us both taste my wet fingers. She sounds like she’s enjoying herself. Will she take more? (Yes - but not a full fist). Is she into anal? (No - her wet hole tightens as my finger explores. No she whispers). What would her husband think? She lies back on the double bed. My head between her thighs. My toungue and fingers exploring her wetness. Playing with a new body. Not a lot of words... our bodies desperate for horny satisfaction. She comes loudly. Her juices soaking my beard. The release of all that horny frustration.
But her legs are still wide apart ...open to me .. a look of satisfaction on her face. I lie back and sip a little wine. Enjoying the view of this stranger’s very female body. Soft skin. Curved in all the right places. Trying to imagine how she’d look when dressed. The taste of her wetness and the wine somehow right for each other.
We chat more about massage and the power of touch. And then she pushes me back and starts to play with my hardness. Her mouth full with my hardness. My turn to be pleasured. And some. But I don’t want to cum yet.
I pull her up and we kiss and hold each other. God I need to stop trying to play with her very sensitive pierced nipples. I’m used to squeezing and sucking to get the nipples hard. But they are almost too sensitive to touch. I move down her warm soft skin to resume licking and kissing her wetness. She reaches for her phone camera. To show her husband she explained. She takes pics of her being stretched by my fingers. Of my toungue playing with her clit. I take the camera and try to capture how wet she is. Her clit hard and wet. I can’t resist another lick.
Soon the camera is set aside. Two fingers now, and my toungue. Stretching her. Hitting her spot. seeing if she’d take any more fingers. My beard nice & wet again with her juices. And then my hand is soaked as she writhes against it. Her hands are now playing with my hard cock. I let her taste my wet fingers. We kiss and cuddle. Two strangers having fun. Enjoying playing with each other.
And i’n thinking how strange it is never to have seen her clothed. Never to have sat flirting in the bar. Making all the polite banter of trying to make it happen. I reach out to sip my glass of wine. She has me deep in her mouth. Does it get any better?
Yes. She sits up and reaches for a condom. (I barely remember what a condom is like). She wraps my hardness. She crouches on top of me. Gradually her body sinks down on to my hardness. Her pierced nipples swinging tantalisingly above me. She’s riding me now. Hard and rthymic. Her eyes closed as she concentrates on taking my hardness. She reaches for her phone camera - takes a few pics (for her hubby).. then passes it to me to video her riding me. Difficult to even hold the
phone steady as she rides me. And more important things to concentrate on. Her thighs spread as she takes her pleasure .. fucking me for all she’s worth. I pull her buttocks into me and hold her as tight as I can. Her body convulses. I think she’s cum again. She collapses on top of me. The condom is now full. |
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She slides off me and we lie back together. I cuddle and hold her nakedness. The shared pleasure of pure unadulterated sex. Two horny people pleasuring each other. I play with her naked body. Sucking her fingers and then licking down her legs to her toes. She’s too sensitive for any more fun just now. But I can’t stop myself stroking her.
We make idle chat about massage & polarity therapy - about touch and aruvedic stuff.. the chakras and massaging the aura. But I see in her eyes that she’s tired. Another sip of wine as I enjoy looking at her open nakedness. I stroke and touch her gently. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open. But her naked body is open and available to me. I know it’s time to go (as she’s so tired)... I don’t want to go ... I would prefer to wake up alongside her and then begin again. But it’s her call. I pull her naked body against me. A last kiss. She doesn’t resist when I ask if I should go. Her tired eyes answer, yes.
So into the shower. I’m trying to think thru what has happened, as the shower wakes me up. Half dried, I stand at the foot of the bed watching her naked body curled up. As I dress she gets up to see me off. I ask her if she’s got some good pics/ vids for hubby? I’ll see in the morning, she says. She asks me to take the remaining wine. Dressed, I pull her naked body to me. We kiss deeply again. I squeeze her bum and feel her breasts rub against me. Reluctantly I turn to leave. “One very lucky husband” I say.
And then i’m In the corridor of this strange Hotel. I manage to retrace the route to the car. I get in to the drivers seat and sit thinking. I wind the windows down to welcome the cool night air. What the fuck just happened? Maybe this is what FAB should be about - pure unadulterated pleasure for horny people. No strings or emotional games. Just turn up at an agreed time and place - and enjoy pleasuring a stranger.
And as I drive back home - I smile to myself. Am I a little less horny? Not very much - maybe even hornier. I try to imagine what she’d look like dressed - but I can’t. All I can recall are the sensuous curves and sensitive skin; her wet openness; her horniness too.
So I get back home. It’s very late. I check my phone. The video of the door opening is a dark blur - the sounds of her surprise naked welcome, my jaw dropping, and our first kiss. I do hope her pics and vids are better .. that they turn her hubby on. Yes, one very very lucky guy. I fall asleep - full of smiles and pleasure.
Sometime in the next few days I send a text. Hoping the pics are a turn on, and that her hubby is so lucky.
I’m left with a big smile on my face - if still as horny as ever. The joys of great “stranger sex”. Of a one off horny & sensuous late night encounter that left us both worn out. What FAB should be about.
(PS I’m sure I might be persuaded to knock on a few more doors if any strangers are looking!! And it doesn’t even really have to be late night!! But we both need to be very horny and open to exploration).
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She slides off me and we lie back together. I cuddle and hold her nakedness. The shared pleasure of pure unadulterated sex. Two horny people pleasuring each other. I play with her naked body. Sucking her fingers and then licking down her legs to her toes. She’s too sensitive for any more fun just now. But I can’t stop myself stroking her.
We make idle chat about massage & polarity therapy - about touch and aruvedic stuff.. the chakras and massaging the aura. But I see in her eyes that she’s tired. Another sip of wine as I enjoy looking at her open nakedness. I stroke and touch her gently. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open. But her naked body is open and available to me. I know it’s time to go (as she’s so tired)... I don’t want to go ... I would prefer to wake up alongside her and then begin again. But it’s her call. I pull her naked body against me. A last kiss. She doesn’t resist when I ask if I should go. Her tired eyes answer, yes.
So into the shower. I’m trying to think thru what has happened, as the shower wakes me up. Half dried, I stand at the foot of the bed watching her naked body curled up. As I dress she gets up to see me off. I ask her if she’s got some good pics/ vids for hubby? I’ll see in the morning, she says. She asks me to take the remaining wine. Dressed, I pull her naked body to me. We kiss deeply again. I squeeze her bum and feel her breasts rub against me. Reluctantly I turn to leave. “One very lucky husband” I say.
And then i’m In the corridor of this strange Hotel. I manage to retrace the route to the car. I get in to the drivers seat and sit thinking. I wind the windows down to welcome the cool night air. What the fuck just happened? Maybe this is what FAB should be about - pure unadulterated pleasure for horny people. No strings or emotional games. Just turn up at an agreed time and place - and enjoy pleasuring a stranger.
And as I drive back home - I smile to myself. Am I a little less horny? Not very much - maybe even hornier. I try to imagine what she’d look like dressed - but I can’t. All I can recall are the sensuous curves and sensitive skin; her wet openness; her horniness too.
So I get back home. It’s very late. I check my phone. The video of the door opening is a dark blur - the sounds of her surprise naked welcome, my jaw dropping, and our first kiss. I do hope her pics and vids are better .. that they turn her hubby on. Yes, one very very lucky guy. I fall asleep - full of smiles and pleasure.
Sometime in the next few days I send a text. Hoping the pics are a turn on, and that her hubby is so lucky.
I’m left with a big smile on my face - if still as horny as ever. The joys of great “stranger sex”. Of a one off horny & sensuous late night encounter that left us both worn out. What FAB should be about.
(PS I’m sure I might be persuaded to knock on a few more doors if any strangers are looking!! And it doesn’t even really have to be late night!! But we both need to be very horny and open to exploration).
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