The guy must have thought that I was reticent because of being scared. He laughed, not expecting any answer, or perhaps expecting an untruthful answer that my husband would be back at any minute. I surprised him by saying, in a tiny voice that came out in a whisper, “he’ll be away quite a while I think.”
“You slut, you love this!” he exclaimed. “Long enough for me to fuck you, and for you to suck my cock eh?” he grinned. “You do suck cock I suppose?” he asked.
My lust overcame my shame and embarrassment, and I answered in a soft but distinct voice, “yes.”
The guy took his pants off and I was thrilled with his gorgeous big cock. It was big in that it was both long and thick; it was so hard and rigid, and it looked so beautiful.
In a second he was astride my head, and my mouth was eagerly taking the wonderful cock in while I used my tongue to good effect working on its length.
I’d completely forgotten about my husband and what he might be doing, all I wanted was this stranger’s delicious cock.
Rob and I had talked much about what might happen on this venture, but at no stage did we ever think of my being fucked by some unknown stranger.
I sucked and sucked eagerly on the guy’s huge, thick cock, using my lips and my tongue to such effect that he was soon moaning lustfully in such a way that men did when about to fill my mouth with sperm.
The guy didn’t let himself reach orgasm though, he pulled away, calling me a filthy, cock sucking harlot, and telling me that he wanted to fuck me. Of course I had no say in the matter, bound hand and foot as I was, but in truth there was nothing I desired more.
He mounted me up, sliding his gorgeous cock easily into my pussy which was so wet and slippery that his cock made little squelching noises as he lustily fucked me.
Soon it was my turn to be moaning and groaning, but no more nor less than what this stranger was as he fucked me with great lust and vigour.
“Oh God, oh God,” I moaned with the ever increasing feelings of lust at my approaching orgasm.
The guy was more crude and explicit, groaning and moaning “fucking whore, fucking dirty slut.”
Oh my God it was so wonderful, so beautiful, so delicious to be fucked in this way by a total stranger whose name I didn’t even know.
He started to thrust his cock into my pussy with such energy, and with such groaning, that I knew he was about to cum. I likewise bucked my hips, as much as I could under my restraints, and let myself go.
His body stiffened and he groaned and moaned with uncontrolled lust as his sperm gushed into my vagina.
My body was wracked with delicious but excruciating feelings of fantastic delight and I moaned and groaned also uncontrollably as I gave myself totally to him.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, using an expletive that I didn’t usually.
The guy slumped on top of me in total exhaustion, then, after a moment, slowly withdrew his now half-hard cock, all glistening with my pussy juices along with his own cum.
We were both panting as if we’d run a mile.
“What are you going to tell your husband when he finds you like this?” the guy laughed.
“I won’t need to tell him anything,” I smiled up happily.
“He doesn’t mind you fucking about?” the guy questioned.
“He likes it,” I replied, for the first time wondering what my husband was doing.
“If he likes it, tell him to send you along to my room in the morning, and I’ll fuck you again,” he laughed, I think not knowing whether to believe me or not.
Now that he’d had his fuck, the guy pulled up his pants and was gone. Rob then appeared, grinning from ear to ear. “Wasn’t that so absolutely fabulous,” he raved in sheer exhilaration. “Look at your cunt,” he said, using that so obscene word, “what a fucking cum bucket. ”
Rob untied my bonds, and I winced as I stretched my arms and legs which had gone numb from their long time in the one position..
“Now then you unfaithful little slut,” my husband grinned lustfully, “tell me all about your filthy infidelity,” and we excitedly talked about every aspect of what had taken place, Rob had seen the most of it through the window. No detail was left untold, and never had we felt so wonderfully sexy.
Soon we were fucking, my husband marvelling at how “sloppy” my pussy was.
That night we were both so ecstatically happy, our night had been absolutely perfect and we couldn’t have wished for any more.
The next morning, after a lovely sound, blissful sleep, Rob reminded me of what I had told him of the guy’s words about fucking me in the morning.
I really needed no reminding, as I’d been thinking of it myself.
Accordingly I dressed myself in no more than my bathrobe and prepared to go the few doors along to the guy’s room.
“Just a moment,” my husband said, grabbing up pen and paper. He scribbled briefly and then handed the paper to me with a grin.
I read what he’d written:
“Good morning.
Here’s my wife for you to fuck as you requested.
Enjoy her.”
I giggled happily and went on my mission, barefoot and clutching my robe about me.
The motel manager, just happening to be walking towards his office, looked at me askance as I knocked on the guy’s door and let my robe fall open at the front.
“You fucking whore,” the guy declared in some amazement when he opened his door, but his face immediately breaking into a grin.
I said nothing but handed him the note. He read it and grinned even more. “Unbelievable!” he gasped, pulling me inside the room.
A half hour later, I stumbled, dishevelled, from the guy’s room and returned to where my husband was waiting.
“Fabulous,” Rob lustfully moaned as he once more sunk his hard cock into my sloppy, sperm filled pussy.
Later, as we were preparing to leave the motel, I giggled and asked my husband, “are you going to make a booking for another night?”
“Slut,” Rob laughed, then added “I already have.”