Fun at a motel by Yvonne
Embark on a steamy journey of passion and desire in Yvonne's thrilling erotic sex story set at a motel. Experience the excitement and pleasure as the characters indulge in forbidden pleasures. Dive into this tantalizing tale now!<br/>
My husband shows me off at a motel , Just a quick note from me before I start my story:
My husband is the complete opposite of how I depict him here. I have however, read of men who would like to do this sort of thing. Gosh! I wonder at what might have happened if I’d married a man like that.
Anyhow, I do so much hope that you enjoy my story and that it excites you.
I suppose that we were like any other couple, in that we enjoyed browsing the porno sites on the net. What makes us different, is where it led us to.
It was when my husband Rob began to look at the various bondage sites that the “trouble” began. He was really turned on by all of the pictures of girls tied in their various positions, and very soon we were experimenting ourselves with this new form of sex fun.
This was something that I’d never dreamt of doing, but I must admit that I too found it very sexy and stimulating. Naked and tied, I felt so exposed, vulnerable and defenceless, and as Rob so crudely put it, “just something to be fucked.”
It was one sunny Sunday morning that Rob took it into his head to tie me up stark naked, helpless, and spread eagled on the bed, and to then open the curtains wide so as to tease me with the idea that if someone came to the house, they couldn’t but fail to see me in my nakedness.
Of course, after a little teasing, Rob laughingly said that while it would be fun if we were away from home and unknown, it wasn’t something that could be done in our own house.
I didn’t realise at the time, but this little bit of fun sowed a wicked thought into my husband’s mind.
Nothing more was said of that sort of thing, until when, about two weeks later, Rob came home and announced that he’d booked a motel room, way over the other side of the city, for the coming Friday night, for us to “have some sexy fun.”
I immediately knew exactly what he meant by sexy fun, and I gasped in amazement.
“You haven’t,” I said wide eyed, but he grinned and assured me that he had.
I really was dumbfounded. I felt feelings of excitement, but tinged with feelings of apprehension, although I knew that with Rob looking after me, I wouldn’t be at any risk.
Well, as I say, I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say, although Rob’s excited talk more than made up for my shyness on the matter.
One other reason that I didn’t know what to say, was, like any other girl, I didn’t want to be seen to be a slut by being too enthusiastic.
You can’t imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind over the next couple of days, and especially on the Friday when this outrageous thing was planned for that very night. I was ashamed to realise that I felt incredibly excited rather than having any feelings of modesty and chastity that I should have had.
We had an early dinner, and I then showered and made myself ready, not that there was much involved in being ready.
“Fuck! This is going to be so good!” my husband exclaimed several times over.
We were soon ready to leave, having packed a change of clothes and toiletries. The only thing that Rob stipulated that I should take, was my little, pink baby-doll nightie.
About an hour’s drive saw us arriving at the motel that Rob had chosen.
Having checked in and taken possession of our room, I surveyed the layout; the door being on one side of the room, with a large window, some six or more feet across and reaching from floor almost to ceiling, being in the centre of the remaining wall space. This window looked out to a large concreted area where the cars angle parked on the far side, opposite to their appropriate units. The layout of the actual building was such that it was built with a slightly concave facade that curved around the courtyard parking area. This layout allowed, if one looked from the very side of the window, to look along all of the unit fronts to see who was coming and going. Rob told me that he’d looked at quite a number of motels, and that he’d chosen this one for that very feature of being able to see if anyone was coming, and of course for the wide, expansive window.
It was still quite light at this stage, and Rob pulled the curtains wide open, then, unzipping our bag, he said with a grin, “there you are, strip off and put your sexy little nightie on.”
“Oh God,” I giggled, “this is so very, very wrong.”
“And so very, very sexy,’ Rob laughed as he went.to the window and glanced either way to see if anyone was about.
My husband was so right that it was so sexy, and although I said that it was so wrong, I had no qualms about going ahead with our plan.
My hands were trembling so much that I could hardly undo the tiny buttons of my blouse. I nevertheless got them undone with some difficulty, and I slipped my blouse off then reached back and in a moment had my bra free, leaving my small breasts naked to the world.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Rob sighed, then added as he peered out of the window, “if only someone would come and see you.”
I picked up my nightie and went to put it on, but Rob stopped me and told me to strip completely naked first.
I did as I was told, undoing the catch and zipper of my skirt to let it fall to the floor, then slipping my panties down over my legs to leave myself stark naked. I looked at the wide open window and the view out across the parking area outside. “Oh darling,” I sighed sensually to my husband, “I think I’d die of shame if someone suddenly looked in.
“Oh fuck! This is going to be so good!” Rob moaned lustfully for the umpteenth time as I slipped my arms into the flimsy, little, pink nightie, and then pulled up the tiny little matching pair of thong panties. This particular nightie, that my husband loves to see me to wear, is a sexy and flimsy little thing; it is open at the front with just a little thin ribbon tie just below the level of my breasts. The front plunges to the pink ribbon tie, and is then cut away sharply so that my small breasts are largely on display, along with my belly and legs being more or less naked other than for the tiny triangle of the matching pink thong pantie that comes as a part of the set. The little semi-opaque garment simply falls from my shoulders to the ruffled hem line that comes to a level with my hips.
Rob had casually asked, when we’d checked in, whether they were booked out for the night. We’d been told that they were. At the time of our arrival however, there were only six or seven cars parked there, and we saw no sign of anyone for quite some time.
Eventually a car drove in and an older couple got out further along from our unit. Soon after, two more cars arrived; a young couple like ourselves in one, and a single, older guy in another, both of them parking further along also.
It was beginning to get dark by then, so Rob turned on the bed lamps at the head of the bed, along with a reading light that was positioned next to the small, round table. This latter light he repositioned so that it shone onto the bed. With this lighting, the unit was suffused with light without it being glaringly bright.