The Seductress

THE SEDUCTRESS by Andrew1968

This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. Please be aware of that. Please look elsewhere, if you do not like these sorts of stories.

Dramatis personae

Joanne: a beautiful hot-wife

Paul: her emasculated husband

Dale: Paul’s good looking new boss

Karen: Dale’s beautiful wife

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I hope people, who like cuckolding themed stories, enjoy this.

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I cornered my husband at the bar. I rudely interrupted his conversation with a male colleague. I leant in and addressed my husband as he was sipping his glass of bourbon and listening to the man he was speaking with.

“I’m going to fuck your new boss tonight,” I announced.

There was no response for a moment. My husband Paul continued drinking his bourbon. He finished his sip. The male colleague, Paul was talking to, must have overheard my words because he instantly stopped speaking and cleared his throat. I looked at my husband’s colleague for a second with a grin on my face.

“I don’t think Dale’s wife would approve Joanne,” Paul said.

I looked back at my husband.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck her as well,” I countered, speaking loud enough so my husband’s colleague could hear me.

Paul laughed cynically. His face flushed. He gulped his bourbon. Paul’s colleague gasped.

“You’re good, but you’re not that good Joanne,” my husband said, after swallowing.

“Oh, yes I am. Want to bet?”

My husband did not respond.

I turned and looked at Paul’s colleague. He was an older man, whom I hadn’t spoken to before. He came across as rather dull, lifeless and repressed. I think his name was George.

“What do you think,” I asked the dull man, named George.

George slowly ran his eyes over me. His eyes landed in my cleavage. A smile slowly spread across my face. My husband placed his hand on my back and must have shot George a look. George suddenly scoffed and sipped his bourbon.

“Highly unlikely Joanne,” George muttered, after finishing his drink. “Dale and Karen are happily married.”

“There,” Paul stated, as if the matter was settled.

I turned back to my husband. He wore an assured facade, but it only took a second for that confident expression to begin to waver and then quickly change into a look of indecision and insecurity.

“How much do you want to bet,” I whispered in my husband’s ear.

“Oh my God Joanne,” Paul hissed, “not this again. Not another bet.”

I laughed.

“What, are you chicken shit Paul,” I said, goading him. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is honey?”

“I’m always putting my money where my mouth is — that’s the problem.”

“C’mon, don’t be a wimp.”

My husband grinned. He was trying to behave like some sort of disinterested observer, but he was turned on. His hand was shaking and I’m sure his cock was hard. His cock was always hard.

“There’s no way you’re going to seduce my boss and his wife,” Paul said. “You would never win that bet Joanne, so just drop it. They’re happily married and not looking for some threesome with you.”

I laughed.

“I’ve won every bet so far, haven’t I…?”

“Don’t remind me Joanne. I can’t believe I keep getting sucked into these bets with you.”

I laughed softly. I ran the tip of my index finger down my husband’s cheek. He smiled, despite himself. I kissed his ear.

“You love it Paul, even though you lose every single time.”

“You bitch,” Paul hissed, “losing these bets has cost me tens of thousands of fucking dollars. I swear you just want to take everything from me.”

“Oh definitely – particularly your self-respect and your manhood, my love,” I added.

“You’re not going to sleep with my boss.” Paul stated, suddenly fuming.

“Oh yes I will,” I returned, getting heated as well, “just like I slept with your brother and your best friend — remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’m sure you do darling,” I said, “you were standing outside the bedroom door masturbating on both occasions.”

“Sometimes I think you’re so evil.”

I smiled and blew him a kiss. I batted my eyelashes at him. He was flushed and horny.

“You broke up my father’s second marriage, just so you could date my dad and rub my nose in it. I don’t know why I’m still married to you Joanne. You’re just a despicable Jezebel…”

“Yes, that’s why I do it — I’m a Jezebel or a nymphomaniac or an addict or a slut and you love it Paul.”

My husband ran his eyes over my beautiful body. He stared into my dreamy eyes.

“I don’t know why I let you sleep with my father.”

“Because you adore me Paul,” I reminded him while running my fingers slowly through his hair, “because I’m the only woman prepared to play these sorts of games with you. Remember, you wanted this. You begged me for this. You love it. This makes us both happy.”

My husband’s face softened after a moment. He grinned. I giggled in Paul’s ear. I kissed his cheek. Paul gulped his drink again. I turned and grinned at George. The older man had been running his eyes over my behind. He looked up at me.

“What do you think George,” I asked him. “Would you bet on it? I can give odds?”

“My name is Frank,” George said. I laughed loudly. I put my hand in front of my mouth and shook my head. George was clearly offended. My husband’s colleague walked away in a huff.

I turned back to Paul. My husband was watching George disappear with a pained expression on his face. I guess I wasn’t good for Paul’s professional reputation.

“I bet I can get both of them into bed tonight. That’s the bet Paul. Now are you chicken shit or not? Are you in?”

My husband sighed.

“What are the terms?”

“I want a new car, if I win,” I whispered.

“What the…,” Paul exclaimed, before I cut him off.

“A new Porsche will do it,” I continued, “I want a Porsche.”

“That’s fucking outrageous Joanne,” Paul said, “and what do I get if I win?”

I laughed.

“Well?”

“What you’re always offered, if you win,” I said, “the right to join me in bed again and enjoy my body.”

Paul shook his head. He finished his glass of bourbon. He looked around the crowded room for a moment. I stared at my husband. I gazed at the side of his face. I loved this man so much, even though I put his heart through a meat grinder on a regular basis.

“I know that’s what you want honey,” I continued, reaching out and stroking his arm and stepping up to him. “I know you’re aching for me.”

My husband gazed down at me. He took me in his arms and held me close to him.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take Joanne,” Paul whispered, his head dropping. “These games have become so hard to take. You can be so cruel. I never win. Nothing ever works out for me. You have this amazing sex life and you have almost all my money. I don’t have anything.”

I felt a thrill of pleasure course through me. I felt horny. My eyes lit up. I felt so strong and ultra-confident.

“I know Paul,” I said rubbing his back and grinning, “but don’t give up. I mean you might win a bet sometime in the future. I might let you get back into bed with me again. It’s not impossible. You might win honey.”

My husband nodded.

“So, it’s a bet then,” I asked him as if he were a child.

Paul brooded. I was patient.

“Paul?”

“Yes, okay Joanne,” my husband quietly stated, looking into my eyes. “I’m sure you’re not going to win this one though.”

I smiled sadly at my husband. He really was a sucker. Deep down he knew he wasn’t going to win, but he was determined to keep trying anyway.

“Look, I have paid for a room at this hotel,” I said, reaching into my handbag, pulling out a room key and holding it up. “It’s a suite. I have it booked for the whole weekend. I’ve charged it to your credit card darling. Thank you for paying. I think Dale, Karen and I will be playing in there for a while. We may need to extend our stay as well.”

Paul looked at the dangling room key. I’m sure his cock grew even harder because his eyes were filled with desire and torment. It was a beautiful moment.

“You get yourself a few more drinks into you my darling,” I said with a smile, “and watch me work my magic on your boss and his babe of a wife.”

Paul nodded. He smiled. I dropped the room key back in my handbag. I turned on the spot and walked away from my husband.

I was slowly moving through a crowded hotel bar. It was a beautiful location. It was the ideal place for a drunken work function. There were tight knots of well dressed and perfectly groomed professionals everywhere I looked.

I was feeling good. I was dressed exquisitely in a sexy dark dress — it was tight and short and had a plunging neckline. I was also wearing my sheer stockings and high heels. I had decided to wear my long fine blonde hair down tonight. I had carefully decided on emeralds to match the dark dress and my green eyes. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I knew I was good looking. I had a tight sexy body. I ate well and exercised often. I was having so much sex. My skin was clear and lightly tanned. I was gorgeous.

I really was in the prime of my life, I thought with pleasure. I was in my early 30’s. I looked great and felt well. I had married the perfect man, who I could manipulate and humiliate, with his permission of course. I had a steady stream of boyfriends and I was making a fortune from winning all of these bets with my husband.

I noticed and felt men and women looking at me as I gently pressed past. I could sense the lust in people as they undressed me and stroked me with their hot gaze. I loved being looked at. I couldn’t help but break into a grin as I was transformed into a delicious object for everyone’s consumption.

I enjoyed seducing people and playing games with them. I was really good at it. I didn’t work, nor did I ever want to work. I didn’t want to just stay at home and keep house for Paul or just produce his children either. I refused to do that. The only thing which ignited my interest was sex. Seducing people and being seduced was the only thing I really enjoyed or was really interested in. Oh, and of course, taking Paul’s money from him and spending my husband’s money on myself and my lovers.

Everything was a game to me. I liked thinking on my feet. I liked having to conjure up language so I could confuse someone or control someone or turn someone on. I liked the push and pull. I liked studying the effect I had on someone. Everything was appearances and I didn’t really believe in right and wrong. I just wanted money and sex and Paul. I really did love Paul.

I saw Dale and Karen standing together, in a far corner of the room, as I was getting a glass of champagne. Now and then my view of my targets was obscured by the milling crowd. I finally pushed through a group of drunken groping lawyers and caught an uninterrupted view of Paul’s boss and his wife. They really were the most attractive couple.

I had been dying to meet Dale and Karen. Paul made the mistake one evening of mentioning he had a new boss. I, of course, quickly quizzed him. My darling husband tried to avoid going into details, tried to minimize the news and divert the conversation, but I demanded to know. At times it was like pulling teeth to get the information. My husband’s boss and his wife were young and hot — that’s all I really needed to hear, but everything else was useful intelligence.

Paul saw me grinning as he told me about Dale. My eyes lit up when my husband told me how beautiful Dale’s wife, Karen was.

“Don’t you dare Joanne,” Paul cautioned me bluntly, knowing exactly what was going through my mind.

“Whatever are you talking about my darling,” I asked Paul with a smile.

“You know Joanne — just don’t.”

I burst into laughter and said nothing further. Paul went out of his way to make sure I never met Dale or Karen. He was successful for a while, but he couldn’t keep me away from his boss and the boss’s wife forever. My husband and I both knew I was going to sleep with the two of them sooner or later.

I had actually gone behind Paul’s back and done my research. I always did that. The internet is a useful tool if you’re trying to gather some Intel on people. I also called the office where my husband worked and spoke to some of my contacts there — they were more than happy to tell me what they knew about Paul’s gorgeous new boss and his delicious wife.

I was tempted to just go to the office where Paul worked and introduce myself to Dale. I could then corner Dale and get him to take me out to lunch. I was seriously considering that option, but then this work function popped up on the calendar and I just bluntly demanded an invitation. Paul sighed and finally agreed after I had badgered him, without letting up, for weeks on end. And here I was, at long last.

Karen became aware of me first. I was some meters away from her and she was standing in the middle of a crowd of people, but she still sensed my presence. She turned and looked at me. I broke into a grin and raised my glass and toasted her from afar.

I could see that Karen was studying me. She was trying to assess me. I felt her eyes move over me. A smile broke from her and she raised her glass though.

“You are beautiful,” I said, moving my mouth, so she could see me speak the words, but could not hear me. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Karen was about my age — early 30s — and she was a delicious brunette with a lithe tight looking body and pale skin. She was dressed so elegantly in a long figure hugging dark dress and high heels. She was beautifully made up and well groomed. She looked away and so did I.

I slowly circled and came forward. Karen noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She turned to me. I smiled again and looked away. A second later I looked in her direction again. Karen was engaged in a conversation with another woman, but it seemed the conversation was breaking down because Karen’s attention was constantly being drawn away by me.

I saw Dale. He was talking with a small group of men. My husband’s boss was in his later 30s I guessed. He was tall and strong. He was the handsome dark type. He was dressed in a fashionable silver suit, which really looked stunning under the subdued lights of the hotel bar.

Karen looked at me again. I saw her turn to her husband Dale and whisper something in his ear. I was making my presence known because Dale abruptly turned his head and looked in my direction. Our eyes met. I broke into a grin. Karen grinned back. Dale ran his eyes up and down me slowly. They started whispering in each other’s ears again.

“Well hello there, good looking black guy,” I mouthed.

I reached the two of them. I stood there for just a second and gazed at them with a hint of a smile on my lips. I sipped my champagne. I held out my hand.

“Hi, I’m Joanne,” I said, looking at Dale first and then at Karen. “I’m Paul’s Anderson’s wife.”

Dale took my hand and gently shook it. He introduced himself and his wife. I looked into Dale’s dark eyes and bit my bottom lip. Karen peered past me for a second. She was evidently suspicious. I was smiling and batting my eyelashes at her husband.

“Where is Paul,” Karen asked, after finally shaking my outstretched hand.

“He’s around,” I whispered. “Probably watching us – he likes to do that.”

Karen looked confused. I drank her in with my eyes. I didn’t want to be too forward at this stage, but I let her know that I appreciated her appearance.

“Oh, okay,” Karen said a bit awkwardly, breaking into a smile and then looking up at her husband.

I suddenly reached out and ran my finger over the beautiful diamond earring which Karen was wearing. She gasped with surprise as I did it.

“That is such a beautiful earring Karen,” I softly enthused, my finger brushing her delicate earlobe as I caressed her diamonds.

Karen broke into laughter. She looked at her husband out of the corner of her eye. Dale was grinning.

“Thank you,” Karen said. “They’re family heirlooms.”

“Beautiful diamonds for a beautiful woman,” I offered with a smile. “You’re very lucky Dale to be married to such an angel. Do you like mine Karen?”

“Well sure,” Karen said, her large dark eyes shining and sparkling in the hotel bar, her attention on me. “They’re beautiful.”

“Yes, they sure are,” I said softly, looking into Karen’s eyes. There was a silent pause when Karen and I just gazed at each other. She blushed. She quickly looked at Dale.

Dale cleared his throat. I quickly turned my head. Now he was suspicious of my intentions. Did he think I was bi-sexual and after his wife? I discreetly stepped forward and looked up into Dale’s eyes.

“And you look pretty good as well, boss man,” I said. “Paul told me about you some time ago. I had to force the information out of him though. He had a good reason to try and keep you secret.”

Dale laughed.

“Why’s that,” Dale asked.

“Well he knows I have a soft spot for good looking men,” I said with a smile. I turned to Karen and ravished her with my eyes. “You’re very lucky Karen.”

Karen grinned. She ran her eyes over me. She looked back at her husband.

“Such a sexy couple,” I said, before raising my glass and sipping my champagne.

Dale’s eyes grew wide. Karen watched her husband with a startled expression. The two of them suddenly burst out laughing. Their faces flushed. The penny dropped. They realized that I was flirting with both of them. I was ready for any outcome — I assumed they would either instantly message me to back off, or they might enjoy the attention for a while and not commit any further, or they just might invite me in closer.

I exchanged some small talk with them, just to make them feel comfortable with this knowledge the three of us shared — that I was trying to seduce them. I am genuinely interested in people and I love finding out what makes people tick. I casually focused all my attention on this gorgeous married couple. I was easy going. I was funny. I was curious to get to know them better. They opened up to me. They hadn’t backed away from me in terror or grown hostile.

Then sometime after that I made my next step. I came closer. I reached out and gently placed my hand on Dale’s arm. Karen softly gasped. I kept talking all the time.

“That is a beautiful suit Dale,” I chattered, turning and looking in Karen’s direction. “Did you choose this for him Karen? You have such good taste, but that’s no surprise given how beautiful you look tonight.”

“Yes I did,” Karen exclaimed, surprised at how forward I was.

“Great taste Karen – oh wow — he works out as well,” I said, squeezing his hard shoulder. I then reached out and stroked Karen’s arm. “But I bet you do as well Karen. You’re so hot.”

“Thanks,” Karen said softly, running her eyes over me, “you’re pretty hot as well Joanne.”

My eyes lit up. I talked on and on, but I was studying Karen with an intent gaze. She was definitely flirting with me. I checked my sixth sense — I was sure she was bi-sexual. I looked at Dale briefly and he was looking at his wife with a grin. It was going well – Dale and Karen weren’t offended or annoyed.

We talked some more. I wasn’t exactly pumping them for information. I never tried to impose myself or demand attention. I wanted them to realize what I was there for though. It was all so easy. I held Dale and Karen’s attention as we drank. All of the other people, who had milled around us and been involved in the earlier conversations with Dale and Karen, had vanished. It was just the three of us together.

I just kept inching closer and closer. I kept eyeing them as we sipped our drinks.

“Honey can you go and get us all a round of drinks,” Karen asked Dale, taking my empty glass and handing mine and hers to my husband’s boss.

“Of course,” Dale said, turning and walking towards the bar.

Karen watched her husband go and then she turned to me. She leant in and whispered in my ear.

“Are you trying to hit on me and my husband,” Karen asked.

I smiled. I motioned for her to turn her head. I whispered into her ear.

“Yes I am, absolutely,” I said, being perfectly honest with her, “and I will as well.”

“Will what,” Karen asked, grinning into my ear.

“End up in bed with the two of you tonight, of course.”

“You seem so sure of yourself Joanne.”

“Oh yes I am Karen,” I whispered. “I always get what I want. I’m going to undress both of you tonight.”

Karen burst into sweet laughter. Her face grew red.

“Oh my God,” Karen said, “you’re so forward.”

“Absolutely,” I said in Karen’s ear, “best to be honest. Lady, I’m going to fuck you and your husband tonight. I already have a suite here at the hotel booked. I’ll be undressing you tonight.”

Karen gasped.

“Dale undresses me Joanne.”

“Not tonight Karen. Tonight I get to undress you and I think you’re just dying for me to do that.”

“And why do you think that beautiful,” Karen asked.

“Because I think you love women, just as much as you love men.”

Karen burst into laughter. She motioned for me to turn my head.

“Where is your husband,” Karen asked. “Won’t he get jealous?”

“Oh no, Paul loves it,” I said. “He’s the most complete cuckold you will ever meet. He’s a complete wimp. He will probably try and watch us do it tonight. I’m surprised he’s not here now. He loves watching me seduce other people in front of him.”

Karen gasped and burst into laughter.

“Oh my God,” Karen exclaimed, blushing even more, “seriously?”

“Hell yeah,” I stated, “I have that man wrapped around my little finger. He just loves watching me play.”

“I could never do that to Dale.”

“Well your husband is an alpha. Mine is not. You know Paul and I have a bet going and I’m determined to win it. When we all go back to my room here and fuck, I will win it.”

Karen looked confused and surprised.

“A bet?”

“Yes, beautiful,” I said, reaching out and running my hand along Karen’s arm while I breathed into her ear. “I bet Paul I could seduce you and your husband into bed tonight. I get a new Porsche, if I win the bet.”

Karen gasped. She stepped back. She regarded me with wide eyes. I stood there. I grinned at her and then a moment later Dale came back to us with the fresh drinks.

“Thank you darling,” I said smiling at him as I accepted a glass of champagne.

I raised my glass and drank. Karen was staring at me with wide eyes.

“Are you okay babe,” Dale asked, confused by his wife’s strange expression.

“And what does he get if he wins the bet,” Karen suddenly asked, ignoring her husband.

“Bet – what bet,” Dale asked.

“To get back into bed with me and you know, get some of that good stuff he’s been missing out on.”

“You mean he doesn’t sleep with you?”

“Oh no darling,” I said, “he never gets to do that.”

Karen looked at me and then she burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny,” Dale asked, grinning and looking at me and then at his wife.

“Never mind,” Karen said, and then she grinned at me and deliberately checked me out.

I moved in closer. Karen stepped in as well. Dale was blinking. My husband’s boss looked down at me. I could feel his eyes slowly caressing my body. His vision was nestled in my cleavage. The three of us were completely disconnected from the rest of the crowd.

I considered Karen. I had been honest. I didn’t hold anything back and it seemed to work. I felt I had her in the palm of my hand. I just had to grab Dale. The goal was to separate them from everyone else. The three of us had to leave together and go somewhere private and soon.

I decided to be rather blunt. It seemed like the right time to do it.

“Is it true what they say Karen,” I said, my eyes dropping to Dale’s crotch.

Dale’s wife burst into fresh laughter. She settled and sipped her wine. My husband’s boss grinned at me.

“Well I don’t want to brag,” Dale said.

“I’m sure it’s not bragging Dale,” I said, looking back up into his dark eyes.

“It’s true Joanne,” Karen said after swallowing her champagne.

“Yes, I just bet it is,” I continued, “I bet he knows how to use it as well Karen.”

“Oh yeah Joanne — he’s a keeper.”

I stepped right in. I pressed up against Dale. Karen was standing right next to us. She smiled softly at me and drank her champagne. So far, so good – it was crunch time and nobody was complaining or backing off.

I looked up into Dale’s dark eyes. I reached out and caressed his dark face with my fingertips. Dale gazed down at me without speaking. I stood up on my tippy toes.

“I’m hoping you’ll use that big black cock on me tonight,” I whispered in Dale’s ear as I stroked his arm and then ran my hand around his back.

“That could be arranged, provided my wife is agreeable.”

“Oh, Karen’s agreeable,” I whispered, running my hand up and down his spine.

“Oh really, and what about Paul,” Dale whispered. “Won’t he mind?”

“Not at all Dale,” I whispered, “he knows his place is at your feet, and I’m sure you’re dying to use it on me — you know — just to show him and me who the boss around here is.”

Dale looked at Karen. She grinned at him and then sipped her champagne.

I looked across at Karen. I spoke.

“Would you both like to go somewhere more private?”

Dale looked at his wife again and his wife looked back at him. There was a moment when I wasn’t sure where I stood. Had I handled this well? I was sure these two people weren’t all hung up on sex and weren’t repressed. I sensed they liked sexual fun and games. I actually got a sense that they may have been swingers, or were at least thinking of taking the plunge together and getting involved in partner swapping and sharing?

“Sure Joanne,” Karen softly said, “we would love to.”

Dale broke into a cautious grin. I looked at her and then back up at him.

“C’mon boss man,” I whispered, reaching down and taking Dale’s hand in mine. “I have a suite booked here.”

With a calm and self-assured exterior and yet with a thumping heart, I managed to get Dale and Karen to agree to leave the office party with me.

We tried to leave discreetly, but failed. People’s heads turned and people grinned and talked to each other as I led Dale and his wife through the groups of drunken professionals on our way towards the door of the hotel bar at the far end of the room.

I actually saw my husband as we left. Paul was standing at the bar and was talking with George again. He was staring — red faced and grinning foolishly — at me. My husband looked so envious and so excited – the three of us walked right by Paul – I mean we were just a few feet from him as we passed by. I grinned triumphantly at Paul. I blew Paul a quick kiss and winked at George, and then Dale, Karen and I walked out of the hotel bar together. I had done it!

What a scandal. Paul would never live this down. Everybody at my husband’s place of work would know that his wife, his new boss and his new boss’s wife had left the work function together and had a threesome. My husband was all set for the most humiliating experience when he walked into work on Monday morning. What a great outcome. I was so turned on!

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The three of us were in a glass and steel elevator gliding up to the fifth floor. I was all over Karen as soon as the doors to the lift slowly slid shut. Karen looked at me with desire written across her features. I stepped across and into her open arms. I took her face in my hands and lined up her lips. Our mouths gently collided. My body tingled and my head spun as Karen kissed my lips and ran her hands around me and then up my spine.

I felt Dale step in behind me. He put his hands on my waist and caressed me. He then carefully pulled my long blonde hair out of the way with his dark fingers. I felt his lips make contact with the nape of my neck. I shivered with pleasure as my husband’s boss touched the most sensitive spots on my neck.

I sighed softly and then I gasped. I felt Dale place one of his hands on my belly and then I felt him slide his fingers down and underneath my dress. I felt him reach in between my legs and over my pubic hair and into my pussy.

I broke the kiss with Karen and stared into her eyes. She broke into a grin as she gazed at me. I looked down at Karen’s smudged mouth. I gasped again. I broke into laughter. I lunged at Karen as she was about to say something. Our lips collided again and she whined. She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. I squeezed and rubbed her sexy body through her dress.

Dale was eating my ear. I could feel and hear him munching softly. I could feel his hot breath flooding me and it was driving me crazy. I broke the kiss with Karen. She gazed at me, glassy eyed.

“Come here and give me a kiss Dale,” I whispered at my husband’s boss.

“Absolutely Joanne,” He whispered.

“Let me rub her pussy then darling,” Karen said.

Karen reached down and pushed her husband’s hand out of the way. She began stroking my pussy with her fingertip. Dale leant in and sealed my mouth with his own. I kissed him back deeply. I felt his long tongue slowly invade my mouth and I sighed and ran my tongue around and along his.

Dale’s beautiful wife was lifting my dress up. For a second I thought about stopping her. We were in a glass sided elevator and so anyone could see Dale, Karen and I together. Anyone could see Karen undressing me. A second later we were at the fifth floor. The lift had stopped.

We abruptly stopped our playing. I pulled my dress back down. Karen and I were giggling together like a pair of silly schoolgirls. Dale was having trouble taking his hands off me. The elevator door slid softly open. An older couple stood in front of us, waiting for us to get out of the lift, so they could get in.

I couldn’t help but laugh, as I watched the older couple before us, grow suspicious and disdainful. Karen’s beautiful dark hair was a mess and her lipstick was a smear and I’m sure mine wasn’t much better. I grabbed Dale and Karen’s hands and brushed past the couple.

“I’m going to fuck these two, in my hotel room here,” I whispered into the older man’s ear as Dale, Karen and I gently pushed past them.

Dale and Karen laughed.

There was no response and I didn’t wait for one. I noticed with glee that the second elevator doors slid open and saw my husband Paul in there, ready to step out.

“C’mon quick,” I hissed at Dale and Karen, “or else Paul will try and follow us inside the room. He wants to watch us fuck.”

We must have looked so silly. Karen and I quickly kicked our heels off, reached down and picked up our shoes and the three of us began running. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough my husband had stepped out of the elevator and was chasing us.

We were running in the right direction. The room key I had opened room 512.

“Almost there,” I stated, pulling Karen along by the hand – 508, 509, 510, 511 and then the magical number 512.

“It’s here,” I declared, stopping, and reaching in and pulling the room key out of my handbag.

“Quick Joanne,” Dale said, enjoying our silly game.

I slid the room key through. The door clicked. Dale pushed it hard and it opened. The three of us piled in. Paul arrived on the spot, just a second later. I turned and kissed Dale passionately on the lips. My husband saw his boss and I together for just a fraction of a moment, before Karen closed the door right in my husband’s face.

“Fuck off Paul,” Karen said as she slammed the door in his startled face.

I broke the kiss. The three of us burst into laughter. I’m sure Paul heard us all laughing at him. I knew from experience that my husband would loiter at the door. He would press his ear to the door in the hopes of hearing as much as he could. For a second I contemplated calling hotel security and reporting Paul for hanging around outside. I had done that before. I wanted the sex straight away though, so I decided to wait until later.

“God, I’m so horny,” I whispered, looking up at Dale.

My husband’s boss kissed me again. His hand ran down and under the edge of my dress. He took the edges in his fingers and then pulled the dress up and over my body. The kiss was broken. I raised my arms and laughed as the dress came off over my head. I was naked.

Karen came up behind me and placed her hands on my breasts. She crushed and kneaded them gently. She brushed the tips. I just sighed. Dale was kissing my neck and my lips. I reached out and pulled Dale’s jacket off and dropped it to the floor. I then took a shirt button in my fingers and undid it and then another. I had that man’s shirt open and then off in seconds.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered as I dropped Dale’s shirt and ran my hands over his large black torso.

“You too,” Dale said.

Dale kicked off his shoes as I ate his nipples and reached down and unbuckled his belt, dragged it free, dropped it and then went after the buckle on his pants. Soon he was undone and unzipped. His pants dropped and he stepped out. His underwear came down and off next.

“Oh boy,” I whispered, looking down at his hard dark cock, “you lucky bitch Karen!”

Karen stopped ravishing me for a moment. She laughed.

“I’m addicted to that thing,” Karen whispered in my ear, “I can never get enough of it.”

“Yes, I can see why. I would be sucking that all day.”

I abruptly spun around. I went after Karen. Dale stepped forward and reached out. He was going to unzip his wife’s dress. I slapped his hand. He grinned. He snatched his hand away.

“I’m undressing your woman tonight,” I whispered.

Karen gasped.

“Remember, I did say I was going to strip you tonight Karen,” I whispered in her ear from behind, as I took her zipper in my finger tips and slowly pulled it down, revealing Karen’s pale back and the top of her behind.

“I remember,” Karen said.

Karen closed her eyes and sighed. I kissed her creamy shoulder as I slipped the strap off and then I pressed my lips into the soft white skin over her spine. I took the other strap off. I reached and grabbed. The dress came down and off. It slid down her pale body and she stepped out of it.

“Wow, no underwear Karen,” I whispered, making her turn, so I could kiss her mouth, “how naughty.”

Dale was kissing my ear and neck. He was driving me crazy. I was softly stroking the tip of his cock with my fingers. I was kissing Karen and crushing her breasts with my other hand. Karen was stroking my pussy. The three of us were getting noisier. The sounds of muffled sighs and gasps filled the room.

“Let’s get into bed,” Karen finally hissed, after breaking our kiss.

“Yes, absolutely,” I whispered in her face, while I ran my fingers repeatedly through her hair.

I grabbed Dale’s dick by the base and led him – by the cock – down the hallway and into the main bedroom. I spun him around with Karen’s help. His wife and I gave him a shove and he ended up on the bed on his back. Karen burst into laughter.

“Let’s suck his cock together Karen,” I said, grinning at his wife, “Let’s give him some loving.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Dale looked so gorgeous. He was long and muscular. His skin was almost black in the subdued hotel room lighting. I climbed onto the bed with Karen and moved over him. I looked down at his penis — it was long, thick and black, just like his strong body was.

Dale slowly closed his eyes and sighed as his wife and I began to make tender love to his body. I was feeling horny and I needed Dale to penetrate me, but I wanted to take some time to calm down and really please him. I lay against him. Karen lay on him as well. He put his arm around me. I could feel his cock lying against me.

“You are the most beautiful looking man Dale,” I whispered in his ear, before I began kissing and stroking his neck and his face.

Karen’s head was slowly moving on his other side. She was kissing and caressing Dale’s neck and shoulders. I felt my head spin and my body tingle as I filled my nostrils with his scent. I deliberately rubbed my pussy against the length of his cock, making sure to tickle the underside of his shaft and head with my damp pubic hair. I’m sure I left some fluid there.

Dale’s wife meanwhile was working on his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. I adjusted myself, after kissing his lips and then tweaked his nipple with my fingers and kissed his strong arms and then his sides. He sighed as his two women ran their hands and their mouths all over his upper body.

“Like that honey,” Karen asked him, “you lazy bones.”

“I’m sure he does,” I answered for him.

“I can think of worse things,” Dale whispered, running his fingers through our hair and kissing our scalps.

“Yes, think of my poor husband,” I softly said, “he’s outside our front door listening in.”

“And missing out again,” Karen added.

“Yes, darling as he should – I’m going to call hotel security and have him removed from our front door, for being a peeping tom and a pervert, a bit later on tonight.”

Karen gasped and burst into laughter. Dale grinned and then closed his eyes again. Karen and I took turns kissing Dale’s belly. We unleashed dozens of wet open mouthed smacks on his dark hard abdomen. Dale’s cock sat comfortably and snugly between Karen’s breasts and then the knob lay against my Adam’s apple.

I wondered if I could make this confident alpha male tremble and shiver. Dale seemed like the sort who would never get ticklish.

“Does he get ticklish Karen,” I asked his wife.

Karen looked up from his well licked belly.

“I don’t think so,” she whispered, gazing at me with her beautiful eyes.

I lunged at her and kissed her lips. My head spun. Karen ran her fingers along my jaw line and sighed. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and she wrestled me for a moment.

We broke the kiss. I was so dazed and confused. I was tempted to see if I could find any ticklish spots on this man, but decided I really wanted to suck his cock and taste his fluids instead.

Karen must have read my mind because she grinned at me and positioned herself. I moved down to the side of his thigh. I touched Dale’s cock first. I took the thick base in my fingertips and raised it. I grew quiet as I stared at the length of it and considered the bulbous dark knob.

“That is so beautiful,” I whispered, looking up at a smiling Dale.

“It sure is,” Karen said softly, tickling her husband’s large heavy balls with her fingers.

I offered Dale’s cock to Karen. She looked down at it and smiled. She dropped her head, smoothing her loose dark hair back over her ear and licking her lips. She came into contact with the wet head. I carefully moved in and slipped my tongue out. I flashed at Dale’s tasty balls while Karen gently washed her husband’s knob with her tongue and French kissed the tip.

I gently rubbed my face against Karen’s. I managed to run my open lips up Dale’s shaft and then find a place right next to Karen. The two of us ran our lips over Dale’s knob together. We both held his black shaft in our small pale hands. We were pretty much kissing each other, while holding the tip of Dale’s dick between our lips.

He tasted so good. I got a small amount of his pre-cum on my tongue. I savored it for a second before pushing it into Karen’s mouth. Dale meanwhile was sighing and stretching his long body.

Karen and I were really getting to this black alpha. I caressed the underside of his shaft with my thumb. I took the knob away from Karen. I pressed my lips over the knob and dropped down, filling my whole mouth with cock. I relaxed my throat and grew completely calm. Dale’s hard knob was pressing at the back of my throat. I held him there for a moment and then rose. I sucked him sweetly and crisply. I released it with a soft pop at the top.

I offered Dale’s dick to his wife. Karen grinned. She took him in her mouth and sucked him. Her head rose and fell over and over. I watched her dark head move. I gazed up at Dale. He grinned back and then his jaw dropped.

“Oh, he likes that,” I whispered.

“He sure does,” Karen said, after withdrawing. “Here, have a go Joanne.”

I took the cock in my mouth. I sighed with pleasure. I dropped again. I rose. I dropped again. I felt Dale shiver. I felt him flinch and tremble. I looked up at him, my mouth still full of cock. He was grinning at me. I decided to work on him with my mouth and hands.

My mouth was being filled with drop after drop of pre-cum. I was twisting and sucking him firmly. I was driving down. I was gagging on it. I felt Karen moving. I felt her take my behind in her hands and spread me. I gasped and sighed with a mouthful of cock as Karen began stroking my pussy with her fingers and eating my ass. I lifted my behind and I felt Karen turn and move underneath me. I felt Dale’s wife begin slipping her lips and hot wet tongue over my cunt. It felt so good.

“Oh my God,” Dale whispered, “oh, yes baby.”

I sucked so well. He was beginning to twitch and wriggle. His cock was growing even harder. He was hot and tasted so strong.

Karen was still eating me like I was a hot open peach. Her tongue flashed and probed around and along my pussy. I sighed with pleasure. I rolled my hips over her. I was still slurping on Dale’s cock. He suddenly burst into a long groan and then he bit his top lip. His body was getting so tense. I really worked his tip quickly with some shallow strokes. He really couldn’t take anymore.

I released him with a sweet pop. I grinned up at him.

I grabbed Karen because I couldn’t take anymore.

I was so desperate to fuck this man. Karen was making me feel so good, but I wanted to be penetrated by Dale.

“Do you mind if I jump your husband’s bones,” I whispered down at Karen. “I’m on the pill, so he doesn’t need a rubber.”

Dale’s wife stopped eating my pussy. She slipped out from under me. She grinned and looked at her husband. Dale was grinning as well.

“Go for it Joanne,” Karen said.

Karen’s husband sat up and grabbed me. I squealed like a silly girl. He put me on my back on the hotel bed. I started laughing and then kissed Dale’s lips hard as he parted my legs with his hands and then pushed my knees back. I looked down between my thighs as he moved over me.

“Oh God,” I hissed, “I need this so bad baby.”

Karen laughed at me.

I felt my husband’s boss lie over me. He was so long and strong. I placed my hands on his lower back and ran them around and up his sides. Karen was helping her husband get his large cock into position. I felt the knob of Dale’s cock against my pussy. It was brushing through my pubic hair. I raised my hips aggressively. I ran my hands down and around his black hips. I was grinning. Dale laughed and pushed as I went after him. There was a hard contact as our genitals came firmly together. I felt his cock stop and sit there for a brief moment and I then I felt my wet body accommodate him.

I groaned. It was a tight fit. He was stretching my body. My lips were around him.

“Oh my fucking God,” I whispered, closing my eyes and growing hot in the face.

I couldn’t help myself. I drove my fingernails into Dale’s dark skin. I felt him grown tense. He had just a few inches in and I was going crazy. He lay down on top of me and I felt his hands slide under my upper body. His face was in my neck and then his lips were in my ear. I groaned and groaned. I could hear Karen lying down. Dale’s beautiful naked wife was stretched out on her side beside me.

Karen ran her hand between our two bodies and started caressing my clitoris with her wet fingertips.

“Oh my God Karen,” I whispered, feeling a sensation of beautiful pleasure swim through my form.

“Like that Joanne,” Karen asked me.

“Yes, yes Karen. Christ, just put it in me Dale,” I hissed in his ear, “don’t just stop half way.”

“You sure baby,” Dale whispered in my ear, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I continued. “I’m aching for it. Give my more please!”

I felt Dale move. He gently pushed. He filled me with an inch of cock and then another inch of cock. I started scratching him again. I was squirming around underneath him. He had me pinned down with my legs wide and back. He had me deeply impaled. And Dale was sighing. I could feel his hot breath in my ear. Then he moved and was looking down at me. He was staring into my wild eyes.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, my eyes shutting tight. “You fucking delicious bastard. You’re fucking huge!”

“Amazing, isn’t he,” Karen said, breaking into laughter, “you two are making me a bit jealous.”

I was going to answer Karen, but then Dale moved again. He pushed another inch or two inside me. I opened and closed my eyes again and my jaw dropped and I just shuddered. This big black man was inside me so deeply. I felt so penetrated. It was amazing.

“You like that Joanne,” he asked, as if my moaning and scratching at him weren’t enough to tell him I loved it.

“Are you serious,” I gasped out, trying to get my arms and legs around him. “C’mon, just do it to me.”

Karen laughed and continued to rub my clitoris. Then I felt her lips touching my face. She was gently kissing my closed eyelids, my cheeks and then my lips. I kissed her back. Dale meanwhile began moving in and out of me.

At first my husband’s boss drew back smoothly and with some sense of control and then advanced back inside with the same sort of self discipline, but then as time passed, he began to draw back faster and thrust inside me with a harder motion.

I watched my breasts bounce and roll. I watched my legs swing. I heard his large dark body crash into mine with a good sound thump. The feeling of big cock leaving me, only to drive back in and fill me, completely drove me more than mad.

“Karen’s right — you are a good fuck Dale.”

“You too,” Dale said with a grin.

Karen’s husband still had me pinned down with my legs back and open. I really was immobile there on the hotel bed. Dale really was in charge of the sex.

“Oh God Dale!”

The black man burst into a low long groan. He finally allowed me to stretch out my legs. He moved over me again and lay on top of me, in my arms. Karen meanwhile had made me turn my head to the side so she could just eat my ear and my neck endlessly.

I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. My clitoris was buzzing beautifully and my body was in the grip of a growing spreading pleasure. My lover Dale was close to losing it as well.

I ran my fingers through his hair. I faced him. Dale leant in and sealed my mouth with his own as Karen withdrew. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and we tongue wrestled each other.

“Awww God Dale,” I whimpered, breaking the kiss, as he fucked me harder and harder.

The pleasure just swam all around me. My nerves were vibrating. A series of continuous moans broke from Dale’s throat.

“I’ve almost got you,” I bragged, before groaning again.

“I’ve got you Joanne,” Dale whispered, “you’ll cum before me baby.”

“No chance. Your cock is so swollen. You almost there baby.”

“No way.”

I laughed and Karen laughed. Then sure enough he lost control. I felt it happen and I grinned in his ear. One second he was consciously controlling his body and then a ripple ran through him and he lost it.

“Got ya – you’re going to lose your load, before I do handsome,” I whispered.

He couldn’t properly answer because an orgasm was beginning to explode inside his body. It was racing through his nerve endings and sizzling along his spine and suddenly exploding through his big black cock. He gasped and buried his face in the pillow. He moved. He looked down into my eyes. He actually bellowed in my face. I gave it back to him.

“OOOOHHHH GGGGOOOODDDD JJJOOOOAAAANNNNNNNNEEEE!”

“C’mon baby! C’mon honey! Give it to me!”

Karen laughed again.

“Enjoying that Dale,” Karen asked him with a grin.

“AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW!”

“Oh, that’s it Dale,” I exclaimed, hoping my husband would still be outside the front door to our hotel room and listening in. I was sure he was, “you’re the best, big boss man!”

Karen just kept rubbing my clitoris and laughing. I was so close.

I felt him use me as if I were a beautiful toy. His big black body rocked hard and flinched powerfully. I loved it. I always enjoyed making a large man like Dale cum really hard. He had buried his cock inside me deep and he was just shuddering and his dick was racing back and forth in short sharp bursts. It was so hot!

Then I reached my own orgasm. The combination of Karen’s slim restless fingers and Dale’s cock set me off. The pleasure just rose to the most beautiful crescendo, lingered and then exploded.

“AAAAWWWW DDDDAAAALLLLEEEE HHHHOOOONNNNEEEEYYYY!”

I ground my scalp back into the pillow, exposing my neck to Karen, who immediately lunged and began kissing me there. I closed my eyes and my jaw dropped. I twisted my head from one side to the other. My beautiful perspiring body was shuddering and trembling. Pleasure coursed through me. I’m sure my husband would have heard me now, because I just let fly with a continuous series of full throated screams.

“AWWWWWW! OOOOHHHHHHHHH IIII’MMMM CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!”

“Oh wow, that is so hot Joanne,” Karen whispered in my ear as I thrashed about. Then Karen kissed my lips, sealing off all sound.

Dale finished. He abruptly stopped moving his body after a short series of powerful unconscious thrusts. He lay over me and kissed my ear as I went through the most amazing sort of full body convulsions. Then a moment later it was over and only faint echoes lingered, causing me to tremble and then finally to break into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, “I needed that.”

“You sure did Joanne,” Karen said, grinning. “That was so intense.”

“Get off me Dale, you big stud,” I softly demanded, watching Karen, “I’m going to do your wife in the worst way.”

Karen’s beautiful eyes grew wide and lit up as I ogled her and told her husband how I was going to fuck her. She began to laugh. Dale carefully climbed and rolled off me. He ended up on his back, as I leapt at his beautiful woman.

I went after Karen. I took her in my arms. I ran my fingers through her beautiful messy dark hair and then I kissed her lips. She sighed and caressed my body with her warm hands. I could feel my bodily fluids on her fingers as she ran her hand down my spine. I shivered.

“Oh my God,” Karen whispered as I broke our kiss and started peppering her neck and shoulders with my open lips, “you’re really good in bed Joanne.”

I laughed.

“I don’t get many complaints,” I softly said, filling her ear with my warm breath.

I went back to kissing her body while she closed her eyes and sighed so beautifully. I love making love to women and Karen was definitely my type. She was a bit reserved, but she was adventurous as well. She was definitely bi-sexual. I could tell she was really attracted to me.

“Do you like it when I kiss your tits Karen,” I whispered, looking up at her briefly.

“God yes,” Karen said, her hands running through the hair on my scalp.

I took the tip of her breast in my lips and sucked it gently. I just scraped it with my soft hot tongue while my hand closed around her boob and gently squashed it.

Meanwhile, I placed my other hand on Karen’s quivering belly and went exploring. I caressed her hip and her thigh. I ran my warm palm under her behind and crushed it gently. Finally, I traversed her body and ended up running my fingers through her dark pubic bush and ended up in the folds of her pussy. I rubbed her softly and she gasped as I found her clitoris and began focusing on it.

I laughed at Karen as Dale’s wife rolled and twisted her hips. I kissed her other breast.

“God, you like to squirm, Karen,” I whispered up at her.

“Oh yes,” Karen whispered, “that feels so nice.”

“So, do you want me to go down on you beautiful,” I asked with a grin, as my fingers continued to work their magic in Karen’s sex.

“God yes, please,” Karen whispered.

I adjusted myself. I ran the side of my face over her belly. My blonde hair brushed the flanks of her body and her hips, causing her to gasp and tremble even more. I watched her. Karen’s eyes were closed and her jaw had dropped.

“Ticklish girl,” I said.

I heard Dale laugh. I heard him speak, but I didn’t respond as I was pushing the tip of my tongue into Karen’s belly button.

“You know how to get her to react, Joanne,” Dale said. “She just loves it.”

“Damn right she does,” Karen hissed at her husband, “I might just replace you darling.”

I laughed in Karen’s belly button, but said no more. I really wanted to taste the rest of her abdomen.

“You can give up my cock — can you Karen?”

There was a silent moment and then Karen burst into laughter. I didn’t respond, my nose now rubbing in Karen’s pubic hair. I realized that she was just joking though — what woman could ever willingly give up big black cock.

“Oh, shut up Dale,” his wife responded.

There was more laughter, but then Karen abruptly stopped and gasped. I had taken her legs in my hands and pried her open, so I could slip between her thighs. Then I got down there and took her clitoris between my soft warm lips, exhaled on it and then licked it.

“Oh my God Joanne,” Karen hissed, “Yes, right there.”

“You like that woman,” I asked, interrupting my play.

“Oh, don’t stop Joanne,” Karen pouted, reaching out to place her hand on my head and get me back to work.

I laughed and then dropped my head. I found the spot instantly and Karen groaned softly.

I rubbed my face in her pussy. I caressed her lips with my wet fingers as I gently clamped my mouth over her entire pleasure centre and just sucked and licked and got the whole area messy and hot.

That gorgeous brunette chick was getting antsy and she was twisting her delicious pale body while I attacked her.

“Dale, can you hold your beautiful wife down please, so I can make her cum,” I said to the big black man lying next to us.

Karen broke into laughter.

“Gladly,” Dale responded.

Dale grabbed Karen’s wrists. He kissed her lips. My head dropped again. That was the last interruption. I was determined to make this woman cum and I wasn’t going to let up until I did just that.

I could hear Karen’s muffled groans as she kissed her husband. He must have started caressing her neck with his lips. I looked up and I ate her and sure enough his mouth was moving along the nape of her neck. He was also squeezing and rubbing Karen’s breasts. Karen was being pleasured by two people in genuine threesome style.

I pushed my fingers inside Karen’s pussy. They slid right in without an effort. She was so wet. I plunged in and out of her as I ate her clitoris in the softest and most delicious way.

That hot-girl was mine. I owned her. Hearing her relentless groans explode into screams was so beautiful.

“OOOOHHHH GGGGOOOODDDD JJJJOOOOAAAANNNNEEEE!”

There was no let up for Dale’s wife. I had cranked her up and then caused her to detonate. Her whole body went through the most exquisite fit. Her hand was on my head, holding me down. Her thighs opened and closed, banging against my ears. Then she locked me in. Then she started turning from one side to the next.

I quickly reached in and plied her lips apart even more. I continued to eat her clitoris and finger fuck her while her body shook and fluid flowed down my fingers and onto the back of my hand.

“AAAAWWWW JJJJOOOOAAAANNNNEEEE!”

Dale softly laughed. I assumed he was still playing with his wife’s breasts and working on her neck. Meanwhile this sweet girl was still trembling and acting like she was in the grip of a huge fit. It was a great orgasm.

“AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW!”

I refused to let up. Finally Karen had to push Dale away, sit up, and grab my head in her hands and pull me up and off her bursting red clitoris. My fingers slipped from her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Karen exclaimed in my face, her hot breath bursting against my facial features, “that was amazing!”

“But you haven’t finished coming baby,” I whispered in her face.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Karen hissed, and then we kissed deeply, stretched out together on the bed in each other’s arms and just devoured each other noisily while Dale grinned.

Sometime later Karen and I were lying there face to face, gazing into each other’s eyes and talking softly. We were kissing each other intermittently.

“Oh, that reminds me,” I suddenly said, still lying in Karen’s arms, after breaking my deep kiss with her.

I leapt off the bed. I raced down the hallway, through the lounge room and to the front door of the hotel room. I pressed my eye to the peep hole and sure enough my darling desperate husband Paul was still out there. Paul was self-consciously loitering — on the other side of the door – just a foot or two from where I was.

Karen and Dale watched as I ran back into the bedroom a moment later. I went across to the bedside table and snatched the hotel phone out of the receiver. I hit the buttons and held the phone up to my ear. It rang just a few times, before it was picked up by hotel reception.

“Yes hello,” I began, adopting a concerned voice, as I looked down at Karen and Dale still lying naked on the bed, “there is a strange man standing outside my hotel door. I don’t know why he is standing there, but he is making me feel very uncomfortable.”

I stopped talking for a moment and listened. I winked at Karen and blew her a kiss. She almost burst into laughter, but I held my finger to my lips. She was silent.

“Yes, thank you so much,” I stated, pretending to be relieved. “Yes, yes, please send security up. Oh that is so helpful. I’ll be able to sleep well tonight, knowing that strange pervert is no longer in the same hotel as I am.”

I turned around and bent over and showed my bum to Dale and Karen. I was still listening to the hotel receptionist.

“Yes, yes, room 512,” I continued, “Yes, thank you so much. Bye for now – ciao darling.”

I hung up and dropped the phone into the receiver. Dale and Karen burst into loud laughter.

“Well, that takes cares of that,” I announced, before leaping on the bed and into Dale’s open arms. “C’mon, let’s fuck again!”

I wasn’t sure, but I think I heard security come and take Paul away as Dale penetrated my body with his cock. I swear I heard Paul shout out and call me a bitch and hammer on the front door a couple of times before he was escorted out. I can’t really recall as Dale was fucking me so well and I was just in heaven. Oh well, never mind…

********

Well there it was. It sat there in the driveway of our home. I opened the front door at my husband’s request. I walked out onto the porch and looked down at the driveway. I gasped. A grin spread across my face. My heart began to pound.

I turned to my husband. I got up on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. He held out the keys and dropped them into my open palm.

“Thanks baby,” I cooed.

“A bet is a bet, I suppose,” Paul said, looking grumpy.

“It is honey,” I stated sweetly with a smile, batting my long eyelashes. “I fucked your boss and his wife. I won. You lost darling.”

Paul grumbled.

I ignored my husband’s bad sportsmanship. I sprinted down the steps and crossed the driveway. My gleaming new Porsche sat in the drive. It looked beautiful. It was all glossy pink, black and chrome. I opened the driver side door and sat down on the black leather seat and sighed as I took the steering wheel in my hands. What a car!

I slid the key into the ignition. I found the way to open the boot quickly enough. I got out of the car. I called up to Paul.

“Honey, can you bring out my luggage and put it in the boot for me. Grab my handbag as well.”

Paul nodded and turned. He went back inside the house. I got back in the car and pulled the door closed. My husband came out of the house a few moments later. He trudged down the stairs, lugging a suitcase in each hand, along with my handbag. He came by and passed my handbag to me through the window.