My ***** Fantasy (continued Part 4)***** WIFE FANTASY 4
I’d finally done it. I’d followed through on the ultimate shared-wife fantasy; dressed like a ****, I let myself get picked up by a stranger in a hotel bar, taken to his room to have sex for money.
And now I was on my knees before him – Chris, my “client” - smiling up at him, covered in *** with his spent **** in my hand.
I stood up, took Chris by the hand and led him to the bed.
Chris sat down on the edge of the mattress; I stood before him, my ***** mere inches from his face, covered by a diminutive triangle of the thinnest silk fabric. I stuck my thumbs in the string sides of my teeny tiny thong panty and pulled them, teasing.
Chris ran his hands up my hips and gently pulled my teensy g-string all the way down my thighs. A thrill coursed through my body as I appreciated his open staring at my naked *****.
"You like?" I asked. I keep my ***** neatly shaved and trimmed down to a narrow "landing *****", waxed completely bald from the **** on down. I held my **** and pinched my nipples to give him even more to look at.
"You're . . . you're beautiful, Sara!" Chris said as his eyes wandered up and down my naked body.
I stood before my 'customer' in only my stockings and heels, deliciously nude from the tops of my thigh-hi's up. Chris reached around and as his fingertips explored the crack of my ***, I moved to allow him better access 'back there'
"Lay back, lover," I said, "Let me do a quick run to the bathroom, and then I'll come back and make sweet love to you."
I was intensely aware of his eyes on my bare *** every step of the way to the bathroom.
"I like the stockings, Sara," Chris called out.
"Thank you," I said, looking back over my shoulder. "I wear them for you, Darling!"
When I came back from washing Chris' **** off my face and ****, I sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off my heels and made a show of pulling off my stockings . . . real slow. Then I reached down and gently fondled his **** until it stood straight up like a flagpole.
Chris reached up and fondled my breasts, pinched my nipples until they pointed straight out like hard little pencil erasers. Laughing, I leaned forward, allowing Chris to kiss and suck her ****.
"Oooh! That feels GREAT, lover!" I cried. I traced my fingertips along the length of his ****; amazingly, he was getting hard again. I gasped, "Oh Chris! "
"You make me this way, Sara. You're . . . incredible!"
"I told you I'd give you the most incredible night of loving you have ever had," I chuckled.
Then I reached into my little black purse to pull out a condom while his hands continued to roam all over my naked body. In a move I'd practiced with my husband the night before, I used my teeth to rip the package open and put the condom in my mouth. Leaning over, I took his **** in my mouth once again. This time when I withdrew, his huge erection was fully ensheathed in a lubricated condom.
Feeling like one of the girls in the **** movies, I lifted a leg and straddled Chris on the mattress, then reached down to guide him into me. I slowly impaled myself on his ****.
I relaxed for a minute after it was all the way inside. Chris had both his hands on my ****. His **** was hot in my **** as he kneaded and massaged my breasts. I leaned over and gave him a long, slow kiss before starting to move my hips all around on top of his rod.
Chris didn't talk as I started to slowly grind my hips up and down; I made soft sighing and moaning noises as I rode his ****. At this point there was no acting or faking it; it was all completely natural lovemaking. My husband has turned me into such a ****; I was getting hotter by the millisecond and totally getting off on my paid client's ****. My ***** made all kinds of wet sounds.
Chris started to play with my ***. I exercise a lot and I'm sure my lover liked feeling my firm round contours as he grabbed and pawed my well-toned ***. Focusing on the wonderful feelings deep inside my ***** as he thrust harder into me from below, I said slutty things to egg him on: "ooh **** me with that big, hard **** of yours, lover!" and "ooh yeah squeeze my **** I love it . . . I love the way you **** me lover . . . **** me! . . . **** me! . . ."
Our kisses became more deeper; I sucked on his tongue like it was a ****. Chris slowed down a bit to keep from coming too soon, and I started diddling her ****. Then started ******* me really fast and deep with his ****, and when he stuck a finger in my ******* I started to ***, squirting wet lovejuices out all over his ****.
Chris moaned louder as we increased the tempo of our *******. "Play with my ****, lover, I'm ******* . . . I'm ******* . . . a-h-h-h-!-!-!." I cried. He grabbed a breast in each hand and played with them, gently pinching my nipples.
My brown hair was flying around like crazy and sweet love sweat coated my body. "**** me! Oh! **** me!" I cried as we both approached climax.
Countless hours of kleigle exercises paid off as I used every muscle in my ***** to give my client a mindblowing ****. Chris let out one really loud moan and then he started to blow his load.
I felt a sudden rush as the first burst of *** filled the condom; I could actually feel the heat of his *** right through the rubber. Reaching back I gently tickled his balls; Chris thrust a few quality strokes and then the pace slacked off.
There were a few more contractions, Chris ****** me slower and slower as he finished his ******, until finally I collapsed on top of him. When I felt his **** gently withdraw I discretely pulled off the condom and tossed it onto the floor.
I rolled off Chris and caressed his body as we lay side by side. His **** was still semi-erect, laying flat against his belly like a fat sausage, or maybe a beached whale. I gently stroked the underside of his length with my fingertips to make him feel even more pleasure after his intense ******. Some residual *** dribbled out of the head of his ****.
We talked for a few minutes after sex - "pillow talk." A random thought crossed my mind as I wondered how my husband was doing – I’d last seen him as I’d left the hotel bar with Chris, about an hour ago.
Then I had to make my run to the bathroom. I suggested a shower- " . . . together?" I smiled.
“To Be Continued . . .“
SaraSixtySix 41-45, F 1 Response 5 Sep 30, 2011