Midnight Invitation…

I don’t think either of us quite believed it when we found the note which had been pushed under our hotel door. The evening had seemed to go well— or at least we thought it had. Our meeting with the team from our new prospective sponsor had been conducted over a private dinner; just my wife and I representing the company, and the three young executives. They were all in their thirties and I thought that were very sure of themselves; knowing precisely what they wanted from the deal. I also couldn’t help but notice how enamoured they appeared to be with my wife, Janet. They were charming and acted respectfully with her throughout; total gentlemen when speaking to her. It was obvious that she appreciated the attention— but it was not entirely a surprise to me. Janet looked fabulous; her lithe, sexy figure clad in a figure-hugging black dress with a low neckline. With her shock of red hair and perfectly coiffured make-up, she looked ten years younger than her real age of forty-five. A gorgeous milf if I had ever seen one.

“So what does the note say again?” my wife asked.

I turned it over between my fingers, my heart beginning to race.

“They’ve discussed the deal and have agreed to take it in principle, as long as a few loose ends can be tidied up.”

Janet bit her lip, a little habit she had developed when feeling slightly naughty or aroused.

“And they want to discuss it with us further… now? At this late hour?”

I swallowed hard, hardly believing what I was thinking.

“No. They want to discuss it with you specifically, in private, in one of their rooms.”

At first the silence had been deafening. Janet sat quietly on the end of the bed, still wearing the black dress she had worn throughout dinner. My own mind was racing— my beautiful and desirable wife, on her own in a hotel room with three younger handsome men; all of whom would no doubt like to fuck the brains out of her if they got the chance. I didn’t know what to say or do and just stood there, feeling slightly dumbfounded, but also having a sense of arousal as I imagined the scenario.

“So? Do you mind?” Janet asked me quietly after a short pause.

“Mind what?”

“Do you mind if I go on my own to their room?”

I could hardly believe my ears. Here, my faithful and loving wife of twelve years was talking about going to a hotel room containing three virile and handsome men. I didn’t know how to respond, or what to say to her. After a few seconds it was Janet herself who answered her own question.

“I don’t mind going alone. They acted like perfect gentlemen all night long. I’m sure they’ll be gallant and make sure they look after me appropriately.”

She got up from the bed and took her lipstick out of her bag, fixing her lips as she pouted delectably into a mirror. I watched in silence as she straightened her hair and her dress, preening herself to look her best as she walked into a strange hotel room at almost midnight. She had a half-smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she turned to face me.

“Will this do then? Do you think I will seal the deal looking like this?”

I looked her gorgeous body up and down; feeling incredibly turned on that she would even consider doing something like this. I had fantasised about us having similar encounters for years, but we had never spoken a word to each other about it. Her reactions now, her apparent eagerness to visit with the three guys; being so relaxed and potentially flirting with them and then heaven knows what more. The situation suddenly had me thinking that maybe she also had been having similar fantasies to my own.

“Are you sure about this… absolutely sure?” I asked slowly, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out if she wanted to. She rested her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.

“I am honey. Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

She planted two fingertips against my lips and walked across to the door, opening it and confidently walking out into the corridor.

“I really don’t know how long this meeting might take,” she said calmly, turning to look at me as she walked up the corridor. “…I have the spare room key, so don’t wait up. And don’t worry… I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”

My wife turned and walked away from me without saying another word.

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A Steady Income…

Justine had been waiting in the cafe for almost an hour before he finally arrived. Gaston sat in his usual seat by the window, which offered him a perfect view of the table where she was sitting.

An almost imperceptible movement of his left hand gave her the signal that he was ready, and she raised her leg up onto the chair, getting ready to slowly expose her quim to his view. Her folds were moist and glistened from her anticipation of this moment – once again she found herself in awe that she could have such an effect on the voyeur.

It took only a few moments for him to finish, and after wiping his shrinking member he raised himself to his feet, dropping the 500 euros onto her table as he passed.

She straightened her dress across her nakedness and picked up the cash, releasing a sad sigh. Her arrangement with Gaston to see to his needs might only be a short weekly visit, but it gave her an additional steady income… sometimes paying better than the takings of the cafe itself.

She knew that it would not continue forever, but she would continue to help him out as long as she could…

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Hold Me Open…

He sat waiting in the plush armchair as the bathroom door slowly opened, his lovely wife appearing in the doorway, her lithe and supple frame silhouetted against the light inside. “Well…?” she asked him quietly, a delicious curl appearing across her lips. “Will I do?” She was wearing the new lingerie he had had purchased from the dealer in Paris – a tight-fitting basque, panty and stocking set made especially for her. The sexy outfit did the job perfectly and she looked outstanding.

“It is just what I had been hoping for – a special outfit for a special lady on a particularly special occasion…” he said through a broad smile, nodding his appreciation as she stepped across the room to approach him. She leaned down toward him – the pearly white orbs of her breasts almost threatening to burst free from their bindings.

“So do you think he will like it?”

Her husband nodded, almost being swamped by her perfume, his hands and fingers exploring every inch of her flesh he could reach.

“Oh yes. He’s gonna love it, I promise you that.”

His wife drew her head back slightly, still leaning forward over him, an expression of her wanting to take control of the man she loved. “You remember what we said? What I want you to do when the time is just right?” He nodded in agreement.

Sofia looked her husband in the eyes, biting her lip in anticipation of what was shortly to follow. “And I’ll only say it once. ‘That’s it baby, hold me open for him… just like you said you would.”

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Just Maybe, We’ll See…

There is really nothing like it…
Starting him off slowly, to help him feel the burn.
The others have gone now, slipping out into the night,
just as they had come.
It is only us now. Exactly the way I like it.

He touches me gently. So tenderly.
As if he might break me.
The sweat runs off my skin.
Small moist rivulets, slipping off my stomach,
to drip down my mound and pool in his mouth.
The salty stream spurs him on,
making him need to pleasure me more.
And then perhaps, take a reward.

But that can wait. My decision has not yet been made.

I hear his tongue stroking my cunt.
Lapping at my wetness, drawing it into his mouth.
Drinking it in deep, every drop.
He takes in their juices too.
I push, I squeeze.
I force their ejaculate from me and shiver…
when I hear him moan as he takes it between his lips.
Tasting it, devouring it.
I smile to myself, for I know that he deserves it all.

I suddenly realise I’ve made my choice.

I’ll not let him have me.
There will be no climax or finish for him tonight.
Just his tongue; urgently pleasuring me.
In the way he is doing now.
Keeping to our plan, this will be his ultimate shame.
Without warning my orgasm hit me, hard and fast.

Afterwards, spent and drifting as if in a fog,
I kiss him and taste our passion on his lips.
He smiles and closes his eyes, slipping off to dream.
Maybe I’ll let him finish in me next time.
Just maybe… we’ll have to see…

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