Jazz Swinging - Sex Stories

Jazz Swinging

... hand had found his sculpted thigh, climbing to his crotch on its own initiative, rubbing his stiffening Christiana-pleaser through his tailored slacks.

OHHHH yes, he had a big one all right! I KNEW it! My confidence and aplomb fully restored by having been proved right, I licked and sucked his earlobe, murmuring sotto voce pleas for him to please, please, PLEASE take me up to my room this minute, get on top of me, and fuck me positively stupid. He plowed me under with that wonderful smile of his again, gave me a long, probing tongue-kiss, stood up and pulled me up and into him in a fierce embrace.

Draining our drinks, he then marched my ready, willing, and oh so available self over to the elevators, still not having uttered Word One to me yet. I turned my head for a quick look back at my grinning husband, who was watching this warp-speed-seduction take place with obvious glee. I gave him a weak, boozy smile, holding my new stud's hand as he pulled me along in trail. Finally he spoke to me, asking, "Who's that guy you were looking at just now? Do you know him or something?"

I blushed almost purple and made a full confession: "Yes, he's my husband, actually. Don't worry though, it isn't a problem; we do this sort of thing now and then, by mutual agreement. He actually gets off on it almost as much as I do. Maybe even more than, in fact." My new man snorted a laugh at that, then said, "Oh, so THAT'S what kind of woman you are, huh? Maybe he'd like to come along with ...

... us and watch me fuck his hot, sexy wife silly? If he did, I'd be okay with it, it would be a lot of fun for me too."

I stammered, "Yeah? You sure? Because honestly, I really get off on having an audience. Having Mike watch me taking a stranger's cock and knowing how much it arouses him makes the whole experience just crazy-hot for me! You really wouldn't mind? Because if you don't, I'll go back and tell him to come on up. Taking you both on, either one at a time or together, would be INCREDIBLE for me!! Hell, just the thought of walking back over there and telling him is making me wetter than I already was!"

With that, New Stud released my hand, kissed me again, squeezed my butt, and then gave me a gentle little shove in that direction. I have to say, my pre-walk-of-shame Walk Of Shame, public as it was--a whole room full of horny men now knowing beyond doubt exactly what I was up to, right before their very eyes--had me practically delirious. This was an erotic buzz like none I'd ever experienced before.

Mike's knowing, wicked smirk as I wobbled and weaved my way over to his table made it all the more intense, more exciting for me. I moaned, "You coming up too, or what?" He stood, gave my ass a firm squeeze of his own, then kissed me so damned roughly I nearly fell over. I knew full well why he'd done it: he was making good and sure that everybody in the joint knew full well that his pretty, shameless Slutwife was about to take on two men at once. They'd all just ...