Alone

13 Ocak 2023 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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The door closes, leaving behind my beloved wife and her bull for the evening.  What started as a normal session has just taken a very abrupt turn.  I have always been present for her encounters – never a participant, a voyeur only, but present nonetheless.  This is our arrangement, or was until, just a few minutes ago, she politely asked me to leave so that she could spend the night with this young hunk who had obviously fucked her into another dimension.  This after she had broken another taboo by allowing, no, begging him to cum inside her.I walk down the hallway of this luxury hotel in a daze.  I enter the elevator and descend to the lobby.  As I wait and the car makes its way down, my head swims with thoughts and emotions.  What I have just witnessed was unexpected, to be sure, but what to make of it all?  The doors open to the gleaming lobby.  A handful of travelers traverse the space.  I’ve been banished but cannot face going home to an empty house and bed just yet.What I desperately need is a drink.  Now.  To steady my nerves and give me some time to collect my thoughts and sort out my emotions.  I scan the lobby for the bar, and find it tucked discreetly into a corner.  Not one of those big, raucous atrium establishments.  I walk through a wide entryway into a lounge tastefully decorated in dark wood and moderate lighting.  I glance around.  The place is sparsely populated, to my relief.  A few tables with small groups of patrons and no one seated at the bar.  Perfect.  I crave tranquility.I order a bourbon, neat.  The first sip pours warmth into my mouth, then down my throat to my insides.  Another sip.  Gradually sex hikaye a calm begins to descend on me.  Now I can reflect, begin to sort things out as best I can.My midsection betrays the intense orgasm I let fly just fifteen minutes ago.  And it was intense indeed.  No doubt there were large globs of cum left on the carpet of the room.  I replayed the scene in my head, remembering the feeling of his spunk dripping out her onto me, how it lubricated my masturbation, how frightening the volume and distance of my eruption.  Clearly, I was turned on beyond measure, my libido pushing through the emotions roiling me as they always do in these encounters.I think about her, and us.  It had all started as such an innocent game if you can call it that.  Us sharing fantasies.  I can’t even remember which of us brought it up. We talked it through carefully, built up gradually.  The first time was exciting, scary, wild, and wonderful.  To see her like that was like discovering someone new.  It thrilled me. It also left me empty.Over time, we perfected our little game.  Always in nice hotels out of town.  Our room. Except for tonight.  Not our room.  Her room, now.My imagination races.  It goes to them, nine floors above.  Of course I can picture the room – perfectly.  And him.  And her, how she responds to him.  Them.  How they couple, kiss, embrace, communicate verbally and non-verbally.  What are they doing now, I wonder.  I left them embracing tenderly like familiar lovers, him hardening again.  At twenty-five or so, he is no doubt pounding her into oblivion for the second time tonight.  And I know without seks hikaye a doubt it won’t be the last.How many loads will he dump in her?  Will she wash herself clean or return home leaking him all day tomorrow?  Will there be marks?  How sore will she be?  Will she walk normally, or will her gait betray the blissful agony she has endured for the last twelve or more hours?Will she embrace me or simply stride into our bedroom to sleep the sleep of one who has milked every ounce of lust out of her bull without so much as slumbering?And what does this mean for us?I am startled to find myself nearly fully erect while pondering these things.  I shift myself discreetly, lest anyone be able to see.  Silly, of course, since I’m the only one at the bar.“You seem lost in your thoughts”.  A soft, feminine voice from my left.  I glance in its direction and see a woman of roughly my own age.  I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice her slip onto the stool two down from mine.  How long she’d been there, and how long she’d been observing me, I can’t begin to estimate.I smile politely.  She smiles back.  “Would you prefer to be left alone?  I wouldn’t want to intrude.”She is attractive.  Her business attire is fitted over a slim build.  Her hair is stylish, only a modest amount of makeup.  Expensive jewelry, including an impressive diamond on her left ring finger.I smile again, a wan smile this time.  “It’s okay.  I think I’m done replaying the events of a long day and ready to just empty my mind and relax.”“Business?”  she responds.“Something like that, yes.”She introduces herself first.  She is forward.  In no time I have her story.  Occasional road warrior.  Hates the grind but appreciates the escape from home and family.  We are several drinks in now.  She has closed the distance between us and has moved the adjacent stool closer to me.  Her skirt rises rides up her crossed leg to reveal a tanned, toned thigh.  Tennis player, I guess.  Probably spends time in the gym or yoga studio.Her hand touches my forearm playfully whenever I make her laugh.  My eyes take her in.  The stirring begins in my mid-section.  My mind returns to the scene playing out above us in the room.  My wife screaming in orgasm, drenching the sheets.  Her bull emptying himself into her.She leans in, conspiratorially, and speaks in a hoarse whisper.  “You seem turned on.”I am startled by her boldness.  “What makes you say that?”“I’m very intuitive.  I read men well.  Your type really can’t conceal it.”I feel myself blushing.  “Listen, I won’t deny that I find you attractive.  But in no way am I hitting on you.”  That much is true.  I’m in a one-way open marriage.  I’m a faithful cuck.“You don’t have to.  I’m quite happy to be the huntress here.”  I shoot her a quizzical look.  She continues, “I’ll get straight to the point.  One of the benefits of business travel is I get to indulge my naughty side, let my inner slut out to play as it were.  I’m selective, so it doesn’t always happen for me.   I came down tonight to see what I might find.  I was quite disappointed to see how few people were here.  Then I saw you.”“And…?”“You intrigued me.  You’re attractive – I think I’ve already told you that – but you were giving off something else.  Intuition again.  I can smell arousal.  I thought you’d make an interesting companion.  In fact, while we’ve been talking, I’ve been imagining what it would be like to fuck you.”

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