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27/08/2009
Hi, Dan and Vicky here.
Last Thanksgiving weekend, we both had four days off work. We took the following Monday off, too, to give us 5 days in the city. We left work early on Wednesday afternoon and drove to a hotel. We had already made our excuses to our friends and families as to why we couldn’t have Thanksgiving dinner with them.
We checked into the hotel about 5 Wednesday evening. I asked for late check-out, so we didn’t have to check out of the room until 5 PM Monday. After dropping off our bags in the room, we headed straight to the hotel bar where we spent about 3 hours having some drinks together. We were both in our “work clothes”, but Vicky’s work clothes basically consists of short skirts and dresses without underwear. The “office dress” she was wearing wasn’t as short as one she’d wear going out, but she managed to pull it up high when she climbed onto her barstool. Being a holiday weekend, there weren’t many people there, but some guys have to be on the road even on a holiday, so there were a few men sitting at the bar having a drink. Vicky made sure we sat right next to them so she could talk to them.
We ordered drinks and at first Vicky talked only to me while she drank hers. Then she started into her standard routine in a bar. She ordered her second drink and after it came, she started talking to the guy next to her by asking what he was doing here the night before Thanksgiving. Turns out he was German, was in the middle of a 3 week sales trip to the U.S., and really had nothing else to do. Vicky talked to him for a while then excused herself to go to the bathroom. She stepped off the barstool with one foot, leaving the other foot on the upper rail, exposing herself to this guy and everyone else who looked.
Just to be sure he got a really good look at her crotch, she turned and looked over her shoulder and told me she was going to the bathroom. I leaned over and kissed her, leaving the kiss linger just a little longer than needed. That gave this guy plenty of time to get an eyeful, and as we broke off the kiss, I could see that his eyes were looking right down at her pussy. Vicky and I make one Hell of a team.
While she was in the bathroom, the German guy introduced himself, saying his name was “Gunther”. I introduced myself and Vicky and told him we had come down for the weekend to go to some clubs, do some shopping and have some fun on our long weekend off. He asked if we were going out tonight and I told him that we were, but I didn’t know where we were going, Vicky did. He mentioned that Vicky was very beautiful and I was lucky to be married to her. I told him that I sure knew it and asked if he was married. He said, yes and told me that he had 2 boys, 8 and 10. I told him we didn’t have any children.
When Vicky returned, she climbed back onto her barstool while facing Gunther. While she still had one foot on the floor, I leaned over her shoulder and told her that Gunther was wondering where we were going out that night.
She stopped getting into her seat, leaving one foot on the barstool rail and one on the floor. Again, Gunther was getting a long pussy shot. And from my peripheral vision, I could tell he was taking advantage of it.
Vicky looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I saw in the paper that Club Ice is having a Thanksgiving Eve party. They have drink specials, some free food, and a DJ.” She went on to tell me in vivid detail about where the bar was located (close to our hotel), what drink specials they had (of course, it included margaritas), and what food was to be on the free buffet. All the while she was talking to me, she had her crotch exposed to Gunther and the rest of the bar. I knew this. She knew this. And I knew my cock was getting hard knowing all these guys were looking at her pussy.
Finally, she asked me if that sounded okay to me. I said it did, kissed her a long kiss again, and she finally lifted the other foot off the floor and onto the barstool rail. However, she continued facing Gunther, with her skirt hiked up almost to her waist. Since she was facing down the side of the bar, I was pretty sure the other guys at the bar could still see her crotch, too.
She finished her drink, ordered another, and started talking to Gunther. Typical bar small talk. Where was he from? Why was he here? Where did he go next? That sort of thing. By the time Vicky finished fishing all that information out of him, she needed another drink. This time Gunther bought. He also asked me if I wanted another beer, but I told him I was fine.
Vicky started talking to Gunther about Club Ice. He told her that it sounded a lot like a club he and his wife occasionally went to in Germany. Finally she asked him what his plans were for the evening. Since he didn’t have any, she leaned over her shoulder again and asked if I minded if Gunther went with us to the club tonight. I said I didn’t mind and that he was welcome to come along. Gunther thanked us, we finished our drinks, and agreed to meet back at the bar in about an hour and a half. As we walked out of the bar, you could almost feel the disappointment from the other guys in the bar.
Once we were in the room, Vicky pulled off her dress, jumped on her back on the bed and shouted, “Fuck me, husband!” Flashing always turned her on and tonight was no exception. I took off my clothes, laid down beside her, and started kissing her and sucking her nipples. She reached over and took my cock in her hand and started stroking me – long, slow strokes from the base of my cock to the tip of its head. After just a couple of minutes of that, I was afraid I was about to come. But then, so was Vicky. I hoisted myself above her and she directed the tip of my cock into her pussy. As soon as I felt that soft, warm wetness wrapped around the head of my dick, I shoved it into her…hard. She let out a loud gasp and then we started fucking in earnest. I was right, it took about 2 minutes until we both came. I pushed my cock all the way into her pussy, feeling it pressing against the back of her pussy. I wanted to push it all the way through her. I let out a long, guttural growl when I came inside her.
Vicky had been breathing so hard and fast while we were fucking that I was afraid she’d start hyperventilating. She came the same time as me, arching her back up off the bed and screaming, “Oh God, Baby. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me”. After 40 or 50 seconds of pushing against each other as hard as we could while our juices just exploded between us, we both relaxed and collapsed back on the bed. I rolled over on my back so I wouldn’t hurt her. I held onto her while I rolled, pulling her on top of me. My cock was beginning to shrink, but it was still in her and I wasn’t ready to pull out yet. However, after a few minutes there was no choice. My cock dropped out of her pussy, still oozing a small amount of cum onto the hotel’s bedspread.
After laying there for a few minutes, Vicky and I got up and jumped in the shower together. By the time we both got our hair washed, we were ready to go again. Vicky loved sex in the shower. She dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. After I was good and hard, she started to shove me all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Vicky could deep throat like no one I know. I always told her she could work in Las Vegas as a sword swallower. She always responded that if she were going to work in Vegas, she had a different job in mind.
The water was running down my body and onto Vicky’s face. She would grab my ass cheeks and push me into her throat as hard as she could, then hold me there as long as she could. Then she’d pull me back out of her mouth, take a breath, and shove me all the way in. As my cock slid down her throat, I could actually see the shape of it sliding down her neck. The longer she held me in her throat, the hornier she got. Sometimes when she pulled me out for air, she’d swallow water from the shower. But this didn’t stop her. She kept holding me in, even as she gagged and coughed and water spurted out between her lips and my cock.
Finally I couldn’t take anymore. She was holding me in, loudly gagging on my cock. I knew I was going to cum and I wanted to cum deep down in her throat. So, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard against my groin. Now she started gagging even more, but I couldn’t stop myself. I held her head smashed up against me and started cumming deep down inside her. This really made her gag. As she coughed and gagged, cum, water, and whatever, was squirting out her nose and the sides of her mouth. I continued to cum and continued to hold her tight against me as she gagged. Finally I stopped cumming. I let go of her head and she pulled her face back off of me, dropping to her hands and knees on the floor of the shower. She was still coughing and gagging while spitting stuff out. Now that I was past the “moment of passion” I felt when I was cumming, I started to worry about her. I squatted down beside her and held her against me. The gagging, spitting, and coughing started to subside. She was taking long deep breaths, almost heaving air into her lungs.
I pulled her close and said, “I’m sorry, baby. I lost control.”
She just answered , “Don’t.” I held her closer. I was sure I had upset her.
She finally caught her breath, moved off her hands onto just her knees and held my face in both her hands. “Don’t you ever apologize for doing that to me. I know I was gagging, but I was cumming at the same time. I had one continuous orgasm from the time you grabbed my head until you pulled your cock out of my mouth. I loved that. Now I know what they mean by erotic asphyxiation. No, I couldn’t breathe. With the water running into my mouth, I thought I was going to drown. I was gagging, choking, drowning, and almost blacked out. But I was cumming harder than I ever had in my life. I loved it. I want you to do that to me again. I want you to throat fuck me so hard I black out. And I don’t ever want you to apologize for it.”
I pulled her face against mine and started kissing her. I had the sexiest, most erotic wife in the world. After a few minutes of kissing, she pushed my face away and said, “I do want you to do that again…but not now. We need to get ready and go meet our new friend, Gunther.”
I smiled. “You mean your new friend, Gunther, don’t you?” I asked.
She giggled and said, “Now you’re splitting hairs…pubic hairs, if I had any.”
We finished our shower together, dried each other off, and started to unpack clothes for our night out. We were on the 2nd floor of the hotel and we had left the curtains open. I walked over to the sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony and looked out. Our room faced the street in front of the hotel and the small curved driveway that led to the registration desk. I asked Vicky to come over.
She looked out the window, then back at me. “You want me to walk out there, don’t you?” she laughed.
“Of course, I do,” I said. “And I know you’ll do it, too”.
“No, I won’t,” she stated, trying to look very serious.
I smiled at her. “Dare you,” I said.
“Damn you. You know I can’t pass up a dare like that.”
“I know, that’s why I said it.”
She shook her head, unlatched the glass door, and walked, naked, onto the balcony. I moved to the side of the door and turned on the outside balcony light. Almost immediately, horns started to blow in the street. Vicky looked back at me and stuck out her tongue. Then she started waving to the cars blowing their horns. Finally, one car pulled into the curved driveway, stopped and 4 guys, probably in their early twenties, got out. They walked as close to the balcony as they could and called her. She looked down at them. They were only about 10 feet below her and the black metal rails of the balcony didn’t hide much.
“What’s your name?” one of them called.
“Vicky,” she answered.
“Aren’t you cold?” another asked.
“Are you?” Vicky responded.
“Not now,” one of them said as they all laughed.
“Can we come up?” the first guy asked.
“Not now, maybe later,” Vicky replied.
“Oh come on, it’s Thanksgiving”, the guy continued. “Give us something to be thankful for.”
That got Vicky laughing. She positioned her pussy between two of the vertical rails of the balcony, reached over the outside of the balcony with her hand, and started playing with her pussy. Horns were still blowing as cars drove by on the street, but these four guys didn’t seem to notice. They were almost panting watching Vicky play with herself.
Obviously, four guys watching her was making Vicky hot, too. She slipped a single finger into her pussy, pushing it all the way in then back out again. After a few strokes she added a second finger. She was started to breathe heavier and spread her legs farther apart. Soon a third finger, then a fourth was sliding in and out of her pussy. Only her thumb remained outside. Vicky started to push harder and harder. I could tell by her breathing she was getting close to an orgasm.
Suddenly she grabbed the top of the rail with her other hand, pressed her whole hand, including her thumb into her pussy, and started to cum. White, thick juice started to slowly run down her thighs. The guys started to whoop and holler. Vicky’s whole body was shuddering. When she was done, she pulled her hand out of her pussy and held it up in the air, fingers pointed toward the ground. White cum started to drip off her finger tips towards the four guys down below. They pushed and shoved, holding their heads back with their mouths open, like baby birds waiting for their mother to feed them. I couldn’t tell if any of them actually got any of her cum in their mouth or even on their face. Finally Vicky pulled her hand back. The four guys started to protest.
“Sorry boys, time for me to get ready to go dancing.” she called.
“Where are you going?” the first one asked.
“To Club Ice,” she told them. “If you come over tonight, I’ll give you a dance.”
“That’s all?” the same guy asked.
“You’ll never know unless you come,” Vicky said, coyly. Then she turned and walked back into the room. She waved one last time to the four guys, then slid the door closed and locked it. She left the curtains open, but walked far enough into the room that they couldn’t see her.
“Now I’ll have to take another quick shower,” she said. “And it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” I laughed. “I wasn’t the one masturbating in front of four guys.”
She just stuck her ass out at me and walked into the shower. I thought about following, but we were already late for our meeting with Gunther. I hope he was the patient type. I figured that after the pussy show Vicky had given him at the bar, he’d be willing to wait for quite a while before giving up on seeing her again.
Vicky dressed in a new dress I hadn’t seen before. The dress was so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks were almost exposed, but not quite. I was never sure how she got dresses that were so exact in length. But I also knew that when she bent over, squatted down, or sat on a chair, the dress wouldn’t cover anything. It was, without a doubt, the sexiest dress I’d ever seen Vicky wear. And, of course, she had nothing on under it.
The base material was really a red sheer mesh, but the whole dress was covered in red shiny ovals of thin metal foil, or maybe mylar. All the ovals were arranged vertically and attached, somehow, to the mesh only at the top. As she moved, light reflected off the ovals as they quivered and she literally sparkled. I could imagine the effect while she was dancing. I took my hand and carefully ran it up the dress, against the foil ovals. Sure enough, as the ovals flipped up, you could see through the red mesh covering her body. Another image of Vicky dancing with the shimmering foil ovals bouncing up and down, giving every guy in the club quick glimpses of her naked body. I looked down at my cock, which was standing straight out inside my boxers. How am I going to hide this tonight, I wondered?
I finished getting dressed. Besides the dress, Vicky wore her red spiked heels that I called her “Hooker Heels”. She put on a necklace made of several overlapping gold strands and a matching ankle bracelet on her left ankle. As she finished putting on her makeup, I marveled at how lucky I was to have such a beautiful woman. A beautiful, sexy, erotic woman that turns my every fantasy into a hot, throbbing reality. Damn, I was hard again!
Vicky turned around from the mirror and said, “Well, I can see someone’s ready for a night out!” She was looking down at my crotch. I didn’t have to look, I knew my cock was practically pushing through my pants.
“Sorry,” I said, “can’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” Vicky laughed, “A woman never gets tired of seeing her man get a hard-on just looking at her. But, you’ll going to have to keep that one for a while. I can’t help you now, because we have to get downstairs and meet Gunther.”
She was right. We were already 30 minutes late. My erection eased a bit as I walked to the elevator. But when the elevator arrived, two hot, sexy twenty-somethings were already on the elevator. My little dick perked back up when I saw them in their heels and short club dresses. The sides of the elevator were lined in mirrors, so I knew they could see my hard-on, no matter which way they looked. Vicky knew it, too.
When the elevator reached the lobby, the two girls stepped out first. One turned around to Vicky and smiled, saying, “You take good care of that man, tonight.”
“I plan to.” Vicky laughed, “Believe me, I’m not letting him get close to you two.”
Both girls laughed at Vicky’s comment. One said, “Honey, I don’t think he could get close to anyone right now.”
They walked into the lobby area. Vicky took my arm and paraded me across the lobby to the hotel bar. I know the two girls took another look, and I’m pretty sure others in the lobby noticed me, too. But I was more proud, than embarrassed. Proud because Vicky was happy with me and was willing to show me off to other women. Of course, it could have been the beers I had earlier.
We walked into the hotel bar and looked around for Gunther. He didn’t seem to be there. We walked up to the bar and sat on a couple of bar stools. Of course, Vicky’s dress rode up when she did. She was completely exposed to everyone in the bar, and while there weren’t many people there, I was pretty sure everyone noticed. The same bartender was serving and walked over to us.
“Same as before?” he asked.
“Sure, but make mine a double,” said Vicky.
A few minutes later he came back with my beer and her margarita.
“Did you see that German guy we were talking to?” asked Vicky.
“Yeah, I saw you guys talking, then you all walked out together,” the bartender answered.
“Has he been back?” asked Vicky.
“No, not at all,” said the bartender, “Were you expecting him?”
“We were supposed to meet him 30 minutes ago,” said Vicky.
“Well, I haven’t seen him. Can’t believe he didn’t make it back to see someone like you,” he commented.
Vicky just smiled and started to sip her margarita. It always amazed me that guys would openly flirt with Vicky in front of me, as though I wasn’t even there.
The bartender walked away to get someone else’s drink order and Vicky said to me, “Let’s have a drink or two and see if he shows up.”
I agreed and she started telling me how her week went at work. Vicky sells real estate. She mostly sells commercial real estate: offices, small strip malls, warehouses, etc. With the real estate market slowing down at that time, she also started selling high-end condominiums for a builder/developer. Sales were slow in that market, too, but at least some sales were happening. Commercial real estate was at a standstill in our area.
After she finished her first drink, she ordered another. She was starting to feel the alcohol by now and her exhibitionist side was starting to show. Even though her dress had slid up almost to her hips, she turned her barstool around, facing the table area, rather than toward the bar itself. She kept her legs slightly apart and continued to talk to me while sipping on her drink. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that everyone in the bar noticed her exposed crotch. Even a couple of guys walking across the lobby outside the bar stopped and took an extra look.
Then she told me to “stay here”, got off her barstool, and walked out of the bar into the lobby. Four guys from different tables got up and followed her – really, four different guys. I saw Vicky walk across the lobby and out the front doors of the hotel. One guy stopped and came back into the bar when he saw her walk outside. Another walked to the elevators in the lobby and pressed the button, but the other two followed her through the doors. I believe these two guys knew each other.
I finished my beer and ordered another. The bartender asked if I wanted another margarita, too. “No,” I said, “not yet.”
I sat there drinking my beer slowly and waited for Vicky. When I finished it, the bartender offered me another and I accepted. When he brought it back, he asked if Vicky was coming back. I told him she went up to the room because she suddenly didn’t feel well and I wasn’t too sure. He laughed, saying, “Well, she did hit those margaritas pretty fast. Too bad for you, my friend. She sure is hot.”
I smiled. “That she is,” I agreed. I slowly drank that beer. When I was finished, I paid my tab and got up. I walked through the lobby and out the doors. I looked around and then took a short walk around the parking lot. I began to get a familiar feeling. I was now sure that Vicky left with those two guys.
I had had quite a few beers, too, so I went up to the room, got undressed, and laid on the bed watching TV. I had my cell phone on the night stand beside the bed, but I really didn’t expect to get a call that night. I didn’t.
I woke up very early the next morning, hearing the room door being opened. In walked Vicky with one of the two guys from the bar last night. They were both still drunk and maybe a little high. Vicky saw me awake in the bed.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” she slurred. “We didn’t mean to wake you. This is Joey. Joey, this is my husband, Dan.”
“Hi, Dan,” he said. “Your wife is one hot fuck, man.”
“Yes, she is,” I answered. “Where’s your other friend, Vicky?”
“You mean Sam? We left him back at the apartment. We didn’t want to wake him.” Vicky laughed, then she laid down in the bed beside me and Joey moved in next to her. I moved over to give them more room.
Vicky rolled over on her side towards this Joey and started kissing him. Joey started feeling up her titties and pulled down one strap of her dress so he could get to them easier. Vicky reached down and pulled her dress up above her waist. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. While he started sucking her nipples and rubbing her pussy, she was stroking his cock. And did he have a cock!
It was well over 12 inches long, and as big around as a beer can. I’d never seen a guy’s cock this big, except in porn movies. I actually marveled at the size of this thing and suddenly realized that I’d been staring at this guy’s cock for a couple of minutes. I quietly slid off the bed and went over to a chair against the wall and sat down. It didn’t take long for the two of them to move into the space I opened and start undressing each other.
Vicky was naked first, but then there wasn’t much for Joey to remove. Vicky finally got his shoes off and pulled his pants off his legs. Then, as she tried to unbuttoned his shirt, he went down on her, licking her pussy with his tongue while pushing several fingers up into her. When she was so wet that it was running down her ass, he hoisted himself over top of her. He reached down with both hands and stretched her pussy open. She gasped in pain as tears started running from her eyes. But through the tears she screamed at him, “Fuck me. Rip me open and stick that big cock up inside my pussy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big beautiful cock.”
He had to pull her pussy open even harder to get her lips over the head of his cock. She cried out in pain, but urged him on. “Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me. Ram that thing into me. Shove it hard, Baby. Shove it in. I love your cock. Fuck me, please!”
He shoved his cock into her stretched out pussy. It went about halfway in and stopped. He pulled back just a little and then forced it completely into her. She screamed in pain. Then he started fucking her, pulling his cock out about six inches and then ramming it all the way in again. Every time he slammed that cock into her she yelped in pain. And every time he pulled it back out, she yelled, “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me hard.”
As he pounded her crotch with his huge cock, his apple-sized balls slammed against her ass, making a loud slapping sound. After about five minutes of this, he shoved his cock into her and held it in. He came in her, his body flexing with every wave of his orgasm. He must have unloaded a quart of cum into her pussy. Vicky wasn’t even crying in pain anymore. It looked like she was having one continuous orgasm. Her body was shaking and tears rolled down her face, but she didn’t make a sound.
He pulled his cock out of her so fast, her vagina closed with and audible snap. He laid on his back and she rolled on top of him and started licking his monster cock. Between licks she kept crying, “God, Baby, I love you, Baby.” She was totally into this giant cock, licking up and down the length of it and sucking and slurping around the head.
He pulled his shirt off his arms, and grabbed Vicky by her face, pushing his cock into her mouth. I really didn’t think she could get her lips around it, but she did. He started pulling her head down towards him, farther and farther with each stroke. Eventually, his cock started sliding down her throat. I couldn’t believe it, but she was beginning to deep throat him. Then, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up beside the bed. Vicky turned her body across the bed, laid on her back, and hung her head over the side of the bed, with her mouth open wide, saying, “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me in the face.” I had never seen her do this before. She definitely had never done that with me.
Joey started working his manhood into her mouth again. This time, it started moving down her throat a lot sooner. She was gagging, but he didn’t stop. The harder he pushed, the more she pulled his ass towards her. Soon I could see the head of his cock in her neck. He only had about half of it in her and it was already down her throat.
I watched her trying to open her mouth even wider as he shoved harder and harder. Though she was gagging almost constantly, Vicky had her hands in his crotch and was massaging his balls, which looked like two apples hanging between his legs. With a couple more pushes, he managed to shove his whole cock into her throat. It must have now been halfway to her stomach and it was obvious that she couldn’t breathe. She rubbed his balls faster and faster and he was pushing harder and harder.
Suddenly, he grabbed the sides of her neck and jammed his cock hard and long into her. I knew he was cumming, but nothing was squirting out of the sides of Vicky’s mouth. In fact, she had stopped gagging. Her hands dropped away from his balls and she was motionless. He held her tight against him for half a minute, then quickly pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. She laid there quietly without moving for a few seconds, then started choking and spitting. She was gasping for air and was beginning to suck air back into her lungs. She still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Joey recovered his clothes from the floor and got dressed. Vicky was now laying on the bed breathing and occasionally coughing, but she was still unconscious. Joey looked at me and smiled.
“Don’t worry, man. She’ll be alright. This is the third time since last night that I face-fucked her until she passed out. She always comes around. I’ve got things to see and people to do. She has my cell number. Tell her to call me the next time she wants it. I like her, man. She’s an awesome fuck.” Then he looked at me, still sitting naked in the chair. “No hard feelings, right, Dan?”
I looked back at him. Hell, she told me earlier she wanted to pass out with a cock in her throat and that’s what she got. Why should I be mad at him?
“No, Joey. Everything is cool. She knows what she’s doing,” I replied.
Joey actually got a serious look on his face. “No, man, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’m one of the good guys. There are guys in this town that would have fucked her throat until she stopped breathing completely. You would have found her body washed up on a bank of the river. If you love this woman, get her under control. She’s gonna get herself fucked to death – literally.”
With that, Joey walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
I crawled into bed with my wife. I held her in my arms. Was he right? Was she completely out of control? If she was, was it my fault? I loved watching her fuck other guys; I must have cum two or three times this morning while Joey was face-fucking her. I had lots of fantasy about Vicky and men – and even women. But none of them involved her dying. Maybe we needed to talk about where this was going. Maybe I needed to reconsider if some of my fantasies should remain just that – fantasies. But right now, I just wanted to hold her. So I did. And then I fell asleep beside my little slut-wife.
Last Thanksgiving weekend, we both had four days off work. We took the following Monday off, too, to give us 5 days in the city. We left work early on Wednesday afternoon and drove to a hotel. We had already made our excuses to our friends and families as to why we couldn’t have Thanksgiving dinner with them.
We checked into the hotel about 5 Wednesday evening. I asked for late check-out, so we didn’t have to check out of the room until 5 PM Monday. After dropping off our bags in the room, we headed straight to the hotel bar where we spent about 3 hours having some drinks together. We were both in our “work clothes”, but Vicky’s work clothes basically consists of short skirts and dresses without underwear. The “office dress” she was wearing wasn’t as short as one she’d wear going out, but she managed to pull it up high when she climbed onto her barstool. Being a holiday weekend, there weren’t many people there, but some guys have to be on the road even on a holiday, so there were a few men sitting at the bar having a drink. Vicky made sure we sat right next to them so she could talk to them.
We ordered drinks and at first Vicky talked only to me while she drank hers. Then she started into her standard routine in a bar. She ordered her second drink and after it came, she started talking to the guy next to her by asking what he was doing here the night before Thanksgiving. Turns out he was German, was in the middle of a 3 week sales trip to the U.S., and really had nothing else to do. Vicky talked to him for a while then excused herself to go to the bathroom. She stepped off the barstool with one foot, leaving the other foot on the upper rail, exposing herself to this guy and everyone else who looked.
Just to be sure he got a really good look at her crotch, she turned and looked over her shoulder and told me she was going to the bathroom. I leaned over and kissed her, leaving the kiss linger just a little longer than needed. That gave this guy plenty of time to get an eyeful, and as we broke off the kiss, I could see that his eyes were looking right down at her pussy. Vicky and I make one Hell of a team.
While she was in the bathroom, the German guy introduced himself, saying his name was “Gunther”. I introduced myself and Vicky and told him we had come down for the weekend to go to some clubs, do some shopping and have some fun on our long weekend off. He asked if we were going out tonight and I told him that we were, but I didn’t know where we were going, Vicky did. He mentioned that Vicky was very beautiful and I was lucky to be married to her. I told him that I sure knew it and asked if he was married. He said, yes and told me that he had 2 boys, 8 and 10. I told him we didn’t have any children.
When Vicky returned, she climbed back onto her barstool while facing Gunther. While she still had one foot on the floor, I leaned over her shoulder and told her that Gunther was wondering where we were going out that night.
She stopped getting into her seat, leaving one foot on the barstool rail and one on the floor. Again, Gunther was getting a long pussy shot. And from my peripheral vision, I could tell he was taking advantage of it.
Vicky looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I saw in the paper that Club Ice is having a Thanksgiving Eve party. They have drink specials, some free food, and a DJ.” She went on to tell me in vivid detail about where the bar was located (close to our hotel), what drink specials they had (of course, it included margaritas), and what food was to be on the free buffet. All the while she was talking to me, she had her crotch exposed to Gunther and the rest of the bar. I knew this. She knew this. And I knew my cock was getting hard knowing all these guys were looking at her pussy.
Finally, she asked me if that sounded okay to me. I said it did, kissed her a long kiss again, and she finally lifted the other foot off the floor and onto the barstool rail. However, she continued facing Gunther, with her skirt hiked up almost to her waist. Since she was facing down the side of the bar, I was pretty sure the other guys at the bar could still see her crotch, too.
She finished her drink, ordered another, and started talking to Gunther. Typical bar small talk. Where was he from? Why was he here? Where did he go next? That sort of thing. By the time Vicky finished fishing all that information out of him, she needed another drink. This time Gunther bought. He also asked me if I wanted another beer, but I told him I was fine.
Vicky started talking to Gunther about Club Ice. He told her that it sounded a lot like a club he and his wife occasionally went to in Germany. Finally she asked him what his plans were for the evening. Since he didn’t have any, she leaned over her shoulder again and asked if I minded if Gunther went with us to the club tonight. I said I didn’t mind and that he was welcome to come along. Gunther thanked us, we finished our drinks, and agreed to meet back at the bar in about an hour and a half. As we walked out of the bar, you could almost feel the disappointment from the other guys in the bar.
Once we were in the room, Vicky pulled off her dress, jumped on her back on the bed and shouted, “Fuck me, husband!” Flashing always turned her on and tonight was no exception. I took off my clothes, laid down beside her, and started kissing her and sucking her nipples. She reached over and took my cock in her hand and started stroking me – long, slow strokes from the base of my cock to the tip of its head. After just a couple of minutes of that, I was afraid I was about to come. But then, so was Vicky. I hoisted myself above her and she directed the tip of my cock into her pussy. As soon as I felt that soft, warm wetness wrapped around the head of my dick, I shoved it into her…hard. She let out a loud gasp and then we started fucking in earnest. I was right, it took about 2 minutes until we both came. I pushed my cock all the way into her pussy, feeling it pressing against the back of her pussy. I wanted to push it all the way through her. I let out a long, guttural growl when I came inside her.
Vicky had been breathing so hard and fast while we were fucking that I was afraid she’d start hyperventilating. She came the same time as me, arching her back up off the bed and screaming, “Oh God, Baby. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me”. After 40 or 50 seconds of pushing against each other as hard as we could while our juices just exploded between us, we both relaxed and collapsed back on the bed. I rolled over on my back so I wouldn’t hurt her. I held onto her while I rolled, pulling her on top of me. My cock was beginning to shrink, but it was still in her and I wasn’t ready to pull out yet. However, after a few minutes there was no choice. My cock dropped out of her pussy, still oozing a small amount of cum onto the hotel’s bedspread.
After laying there for a few minutes, Vicky and I got up and jumped in the shower together. By the time we both got our hair washed, we were ready to go again. Vicky loved sex in the shower. She dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. After I was good and hard, she started to shove me all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Vicky could deep throat like no one I know. I always told her she could work in Las Vegas as a sword swallower. She always responded that if she were going to work in Vegas, she had a different job in mind.
The water was running down my body and onto Vicky’s face. She would grab my ass cheeks and push me into her throat as hard as she could, then hold me there as long as she could. Then she’d pull me back out of her mouth, take a breath, and shove me all the way in. As my cock slid down her throat, I could actually see the shape of it sliding down her neck. The longer she held me in her throat, the hornier she got. Sometimes when she pulled me out for air, she’d swallow water from the shower. But this didn’t stop her. She kept holding me in, even as she gagged and coughed and water spurted out between her lips and my cock.
Finally I couldn’t take anymore. She was holding me in, loudly gagging on my cock. I knew I was going to cum and I wanted to cum deep down in her throat. So, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard against my groin. Now she started gagging even more, but I couldn’t stop myself. I held her head smashed up against me and started cumming deep down inside her. This really made her gag. As she coughed and gagged, cum, water, and whatever, was squirting out her nose and the sides of her mouth. I continued to cum and continued to hold her tight against me as she gagged. Finally I stopped cumming. I let go of her head and she pulled her face back off of me, dropping to her hands and knees on the floor of the shower. She was still coughing and gagging while spitting stuff out. Now that I was past the “moment of passion” I felt when I was cumming, I started to worry about her. I squatted down beside her and held her against me. The gagging, spitting, and coughing started to subside. She was taking long deep breaths, almost heaving air into her lungs.
I pulled her close and said, “I’m sorry, baby. I lost control.”
She just answered , “Don’t.” I held her closer. I was sure I had upset her.
She finally caught her breath, moved off her hands onto just her knees and held my face in both her hands. “Don’t you ever apologize for doing that to me. I know I was gagging, but I was cumming at the same time. I had one continuous orgasm from the time you grabbed my head until you pulled your cock out of my mouth. I loved that. Now I know what they mean by erotic asphyxiation. No, I couldn’t breathe. With the water running into my mouth, I thought I was going to drown. I was gagging, choking, drowning, and almost blacked out. But I was cumming harder than I ever had in my life. I loved it. I want you to do that to me again. I want you to throat fuck me so hard I black out. And I don’t ever want you to apologize for it.”
I pulled her face against mine and started kissing her. I had the sexiest, most erotic wife in the world. After a few minutes of kissing, she pushed my face away and said, “I do want you to do that again…but not now. We need to get ready and go meet our new friend, Gunther.”
I smiled. “You mean your new friend, Gunther, don’t you?” I asked.
She giggled and said, “Now you’re splitting hairs…pubic hairs, if I had any.”
We finished our shower together, dried each other off, and started to unpack clothes for our night out. We were on the 2nd floor of the hotel and we had left the curtains open. I walked over to the sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony and looked out. Our room faced the street in front of the hotel and the small curved driveway that led to the registration desk. I asked Vicky to come over.
She looked out the window, then back at me. “You want me to walk out there, don’t you?” she laughed.
“Of course, I do,” I said. “And I know you’ll do it, too”.
“No, I won’t,” she stated, trying to look very serious.
I smiled at her. “Dare you,” I said.
“Damn you. You know I can’t pass up a dare like that.”
“I know, that’s why I said it.”
She shook her head, unlatched the glass door, and walked, naked, onto the balcony. I moved to the side of the door and turned on the outside balcony light. Almost immediately, horns started to blow in the street. Vicky looked back at me and stuck out her tongue. Then she started waving to the cars blowing their horns. Finally, one car pulled into the curved driveway, stopped and 4 guys, probably in their early twenties, got out. They walked as close to the balcony as they could and called her. She looked down at them. They were only about 10 feet below her and the black metal rails of the balcony didn’t hide much.
“What’s your name?” one of them called.
“Vicky,” she answered.
“Aren’t you cold?” another asked.
“Are you?” Vicky responded.
“Not now,” one of them said as they all laughed.
“Can we come up?” the first guy asked.
“Not now, maybe later,” Vicky replied.
“Oh come on, it’s Thanksgiving”, the guy continued. “Give us something to be thankful for.”
That got Vicky laughing. She positioned her pussy between two of the vertical rails of the balcony, reached over the outside of the balcony with her hand, and started playing with her pussy. Horns were still blowing as cars drove by on the street, but these four guys didn’t seem to notice. They were almost panting watching Vicky play with herself.
Obviously, four guys watching her was making Vicky hot, too. She slipped a single finger into her pussy, pushing it all the way in then back out again. After a few strokes she added a second finger. She was started to breathe heavier and spread her legs farther apart. Soon a third finger, then a fourth was sliding in and out of her pussy. Only her thumb remained outside. Vicky started to push harder and harder. I could tell by her breathing she was getting close to an orgasm.
Suddenly she grabbed the top of the rail with her other hand, pressed her whole hand, including her thumb into her pussy, and started to cum. White, thick juice started to slowly run down her thighs. The guys started to whoop and holler. Vicky’s whole body was shuddering. When she was done, she pulled her hand out of her pussy and held it up in the air, fingers pointed toward the ground. White cum started to drip off her finger tips towards the four guys down below. They pushed and shoved, holding their heads back with their mouths open, like baby birds waiting for their mother to feed them. I couldn’t tell if any of them actually got any of her cum in their mouth or even on their face. Finally Vicky pulled her hand back. The four guys started to protest.
“Sorry boys, time for me to get ready to go dancing.” she called.
“Where are you going?” the first one asked.
“To Club Ice,” she told them. “If you come over tonight, I’ll give you a dance.”
“That’s all?” the same guy asked.
“You’ll never know unless you come,” Vicky said, coyly. Then she turned and walked back into the room. She waved one last time to the four guys, then slid the door closed and locked it. She left the curtains open, but walked far enough into the room that they couldn’t see her.
“Now I’ll have to take another quick shower,” she said. “And it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” I laughed. “I wasn’t the one masturbating in front of four guys.”
She just stuck her ass out at me and walked into the shower. I thought about following, but we were already late for our meeting with Gunther. I hope he was the patient type. I figured that after the pussy show Vicky had given him at the bar, he’d be willing to wait for quite a while before giving up on seeing her again.
Vicky dressed in a new dress I hadn’t seen before. The dress was so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks were almost exposed, but not quite. I was never sure how she got dresses that were so exact in length. But I also knew that when she bent over, squatted down, or sat on a chair, the dress wouldn’t cover anything. It was, without a doubt, the sexiest dress I’d ever seen Vicky wear. And, of course, she had nothing on under it.
The base material was really a red sheer mesh, but the whole dress was covered in red shiny ovals of thin metal foil, or maybe mylar. All the ovals were arranged vertically and attached, somehow, to the mesh only at the top. As she moved, light reflected off the ovals as they quivered and she literally sparkled. I could imagine the effect while she was dancing. I took my hand and carefully ran it up the dress, against the foil ovals. Sure enough, as the ovals flipped up, you could see through the red mesh covering her body. Another image of Vicky dancing with the shimmering foil ovals bouncing up and down, giving every guy in the club quick glimpses of her naked body. I looked down at my cock, which was standing straight out inside my boxers. How am I going to hide this tonight, I wondered?
I finished getting dressed. Besides the dress, Vicky wore her red spiked heels that I called her “Hooker Heels”. She put on a necklace made of several overlapping gold strands and a matching ankle bracelet on her left ankle. As she finished putting on her makeup, I marveled at how lucky I was to have such a beautiful woman. A beautiful, sexy, erotic woman that turns my every fantasy into a hot, throbbing reality. Damn, I was hard again!
Vicky turned around from the mirror and said, “Well, I can see someone’s ready for a night out!” She was looking down at my crotch. I didn’t have to look, I knew my cock was practically pushing through my pants.
“Sorry,” I said, “can’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” Vicky laughed, “A woman never gets tired of seeing her man get a hard-on just looking at her. But, you’ll going to have to keep that one for a while. I can’t help you now, because we have to get downstairs and meet Gunther.”
She was right. We were already 30 minutes late. My erection eased a bit as I walked to the elevator. But when the elevator arrived, two hot, sexy twenty-somethings were already on the elevator. My little dick perked back up when I saw them in their heels and short club dresses. The sides of the elevator were lined in mirrors, so I knew they could see my hard-on, no matter which way they looked. Vicky knew it, too.
When the elevator reached the lobby, the two girls stepped out first. One turned around to Vicky and smiled, saying, “You take good care of that man, tonight.”
“I plan to.” Vicky laughed, “Believe me, I’m not letting him get close to you two.”
Both girls laughed at Vicky’s comment. One said, “Honey, I don’t think he could get close to anyone right now.”
They walked into the lobby area. Vicky took my arm and paraded me across the lobby to the hotel bar. I know the two girls took another look, and I’m pretty sure others in the lobby noticed me, too. But I was more proud, than embarrassed. Proud because Vicky was happy with me and was willing to show me off to other women. Of course, it could have been the beers I had earlier.
We walked into the hotel bar and looked around for Gunther. He didn’t seem to be there. We walked up to the bar and sat on a couple of bar stools. Of course, Vicky’s dress rode up when she did. She was completely exposed to everyone in the bar, and while there weren’t many people there, I was pretty sure everyone noticed. The same bartender was serving and walked over to us.
“Same as before?” he asked.
“Sure, but make mine a double,” said Vicky.
A few minutes later he came back with my beer and her margarita.
“Did you see that German guy we were talking to?” asked Vicky.
“Yeah, I saw you guys talking, then you all walked out together,” the bartender answered.
“Has he been back?” asked Vicky.
“No, not at all,” said the bartender, “Were you expecting him?”
“We were supposed to meet him 30 minutes ago,” said Vicky.
“Well, I haven’t seen him. Can’t believe he didn’t make it back to see someone like you,” he commented.
Vicky just smiled and started to sip her margarita. It always amazed me that guys would openly flirt with Vicky in front of me, as though I wasn’t even there.
The bartender walked away to get someone else’s drink order and Vicky said to me, “Let’s have a drink or two and see if he shows up.”
I agreed and she started telling me how her week went at work. Vicky sells real estate. She mostly sells commercial real estate: offices, small strip malls, warehouses, etc. With the real estate market slowing down at that time, she also started selling high-end condominiums for a builder/developer. Sales were slow in that market, too, but at least some sales were happening. Commercial real estate was at a standstill in our area.
After she finished her first drink, she ordered another. She was starting to feel the alcohol by now and her exhibitionist side was starting to show. Even though her dress had slid up almost to her hips, she turned her barstool around, facing the table area, rather than toward the bar itself. She kept her legs slightly apart and continued to talk to me while sipping on her drink. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that everyone in the bar noticed her exposed crotch. Even a couple of guys walking across the lobby outside the bar stopped and took an extra look.
Then she told me to “stay here”, got off her barstool, and walked out of the bar into the lobby. Four guys from different tables got up and followed her – really, four different guys. I saw Vicky walk across the lobby and out the front doors of the hotel. One guy stopped and came back into the bar when he saw her walk outside. Another walked to the elevators in the lobby and pressed the button, but the other two followed her through the doors. I believe these two guys knew each other.
I finished my beer and ordered another. The bartender asked if I wanted another margarita, too. “No,” I said, “not yet.”
I sat there drinking my beer slowly and waited for Vicky. When I finished it, the bartender offered me another and I accepted. When he brought it back, he asked if Vicky was coming back. I told him she went up to the room because she suddenly didn’t feel well and I wasn’t too sure. He laughed, saying, “Well, she did hit those margaritas pretty fast. Too bad for you, my friend. She sure is hot.”
I smiled. “That she is,” I agreed. I slowly drank that beer. When I was finished, I paid my tab and got up. I walked through the lobby and out the doors. I looked around and then took a short walk around the parking lot. I began to get a familiar feeling. I was now sure that Vicky left with those two guys.
I had had quite a few beers, too, so I went up to the room, got undressed, and laid on the bed watching TV. I had my cell phone on the night stand beside the bed, but I really didn’t expect to get a call that night. I didn’t.
I woke up very early the next morning, hearing the room door being opened. In walked Vicky with one of the two guys from the bar last night. They were both still drunk and maybe a little high. Vicky saw me awake in the bed.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” she slurred. “We didn’t mean to wake you. This is Joey. Joey, this is my husband, Dan.”
“Hi, Dan,” he said. “Your wife is one hot fuck, man.”
“Yes, she is,” I answered. “Where’s your other friend, Vicky?”
“You mean Sam? We left him back at the apartment. We didn’t want to wake him.” Vicky laughed, then she laid down in the bed beside me and Joey moved in next to her. I moved over to give them more room.
Vicky rolled over on her side towards this Joey and started kissing him. Joey started feeling up her titties and pulled down one strap of her dress so he could get to them easier. Vicky reached down and pulled her dress up above her waist. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. While he started sucking her nipples and rubbing her pussy, she was stroking his cock. And did he have a cock!
It was well over 12 inches long, and as big around as a beer can. I’d never seen a guy’s cock this big, except in porn movies. I actually marveled at the size of this thing and suddenly realized that I’d been staring at this guy’s cock for a couple of minutes. I quietly slid off the bed and went over to a chair against the wall and sat down. It didn’t take long for the two of them to move into the space I opened and start undressing each other.
Vicky was naked first, but then there wasn’t much for Joey to remove. Vicky finally got his shoes off and pulled his pants off his legs. Then, as she tried to unbuttoned his shirt, he went down on her, licking her pussy with his tongue while pushing several fingers up into her. When she was so wet that it was running down her ass, he hoisted himself over top of her. He reached down with both hands and stretched her pussy open. She gasped in pain as tears started running from her eyes. But through the tears she screamed at him, “Fuck me. Rip me open and stick that big cock up inside my pussy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big beautiful cock.”
He had to pull her pussy open even harder to get her lips over the head of his cock. She cried out in pain, but urged him on. “Oh, God, fuck me. Fuck me. Ram that thing into me. Shove it hard, Baby. Shove it in. I love your cock. Fuck me, please!”
He shoved his cock into her stretched out pussy. It went about halfway in and stopped. He pulled back just a little and then forced it completely into her. She screamed in pain. Then he started fucking her, pulling his cock out about six inches and then ramming it all the way in again. Every time he slammed that cock into her she yelped in pain. And every time he pulled it back out, she yelled, “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me hard.”
As he pounded her crotch with his huge cock, his apple-sized balls slammed against her ass, making a loud slapping sound. After about five minutes of this, he shoved his cock into her and held it in. He came in her, his body flexing with every wave of his orgasm. He must have unloaded a quart of cum into her pussy. Vicky wasn’t even crying in pain anymore. It looked like she was having one continuous orgasm. Her body was shaking and tears rolled down her face, but she didn’t make a sound.
He pulled his cock out of her so fast, her vagina closed with and audible snap. He laid on his back and she rolled on top of him and started licking his monster cock. Between licks she kept crying, “God, Baby, I love you, Baby.” She was totally into this giant cock, licking up and down the length of it and sucking and slurping around the head.
He pulled his shirt off his arms, and grabbed Vicky by her face, pushing his cock into her mouth. I really didn’t think she could get her lips around it, but she did. He started pulling her head down towards him, farther and farther with each stroke. Eventually, his cock started sliding down her throat. I couldn’t believe it, but she was beginning to deep throat him. Then, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up beside the bed. Vicky turned her body across the bed, laid on her back, and hung her head over the side of the bed, with her mouth open wide, saying, “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me in the face.” I had never seen her do this before. She definitely had never done that with me.
Joey started working his manhood into her mouth again. This time, it started moving down her throat a lot sooner. She was gagging, but he didn’t stop. The harder he pushed, the more she pulled his ass towards her. Soon I could see the head of his cock in her neck. He only had about half of it in her and it was already down her throat.
I watched her trying to open her mouth even wider as he shoved harder and harder. Though she was gagging almost constantly, Vicky had her hands in his crotch and was massaging his balls, which looked like two apples hanging between his legs. With a couple more pushes, he managed to shove his whole cock into her throat. It must have now been halfway to her stomach and it was obvious that she couldn’t breathe. She rubbed his balls faster and faster and he was pushing harder and harder.
Suddenly, he grabbed the sides of her neck and jammed his cock hard and long into her. I knew he was cumming, but nothing was squirting out of the sides of Vicky’s mouth. In fact, she had stopped gagging. Her hands dropped away from his balls and she was motionless. He held her tight against him for half a minute, then quickly pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. She laid there quietly without moving for a few seconds, then started choking and spitting. She was gasping for air and was beginning to suck air back into her lungs. She still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Joey recovered his clothes from the floor and got dressed. Vicky was now laying on the bed breathing and occasionally coughing, but she was still unconscious. Joey looked at me and smiled.
“Don’t worry, man. She’ll be alright. This is the third time since last night that I face-fucked her until she passed out. She always comes around. I’ve got things to see and people to do. She has my cell number. Tell her to call me the next time she wants it. I like her, man. She’s an awesome fuck.” Then he looked at me, still sitting naked in the chair. “No hard feelings, right, Dan?”
I looked back at him. Hell, she told me earlier she wanted to pass out with a cock in her throat and that’s what she got. Why should I be mad at him?
“No, Joey. Everything is cool. She knows what she’s doing,” I replied.
Joey actually got a serious look on his face. “No, man, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’m one of the good guys. There are guys in this town that would have fucked her throat until she stopped breathing completely. You would have found her body washed up on a bank of the river. If you love this woman, get her under control. She’s gonna get herself fucked to death – literally.”
With that, Joey walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
I crawled into bed with my wife. I held her in my arms. Was he right? Was she completely out of control? If she was, was it my fault? I loved watching her fuck other guys; I must have cum two or three times this morning while Joey was face-fucking her. I had lots of fantasy about Vicky and men – and even women. But none of them involved her dying. Maybe we needed to talk about where this was going. Maybe I needed to reconsider if some of my fantasies should remain just that – fantasies. But right now, I just wanted to hold her. So I did. And then I fell asleep beside my little slut-wife.
Poster:
Dan
