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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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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You Really Let Him…?

“You really let him fuck you?” he asked. I pushed his face down against my thighs, his teeth causing me to whimper as he nipped at my sensitive flesh. “Yes, but I know it was what you wanted. He showed me the text you sent, giving him permission.” He paused, looking up into my eyes. “Did he use a condom?” I smiled knowingly, pushing his head back down. “Just carry on, baby, ‘cause I think you’re about to find out.” #erotica #eroticaauthor #hotwife

Not The Last Time…

There was no getting away from it now. My husband had seen to that when he tied the rope around my ankles. “I want to watch as he empties his balls inside you. See your face as your own climax hits you; your juices mixing with his for the first time.” I could feel him swelling, sense he was near… I prayed that this would not be the last time. #erotica #eroticaauthor #bdsm #wifesharing #voyeur