Airbnb- Poker Night - Sex Stories

Airbnb- Poker Night

I hung up the phone, and Rhonda slid over, kissed me, smiled, and said, “Phase one looks like it’s underway.”

“Yes, it is; I was thinking tomorrow night. I think talking about this got James so hot and ready to go earlier.”

“He was ready to go, wasn’t he?” She gave me a prolonged, probing kiss and said, “I’ll tell you a secret. I loved it when both of you just fucked me hard and without any warning. I am to the point where I don't want him to kiss me much anymore, just put that big thing in and give it to me as hard as he can. I love the tender aftercare you give me when he’s finished with me.”

“Mmm, well, I have to say that he fucked you harder today than he ever has. I think you have adjusted to his size now. I love watching your tits bounce when he’s ramming it in you.”

She nodded and grinned, we shared another prolonged kiss, and then I said, “I’m starving!”

We got up, retrieved our robes from the back deck, and made sandwiches and soup in the kitchen. We took our plates to the deck and enjoyed the cool evening air as we ate and returned to the hot tub for a soak afterward. The wine bottle from earlier and our glasses were still on the table and Rhonda poured us each a glass before we stepped into the tub.

We sat in silence for a bit, sipping our wine. I spoke up first and said, “I’ll ask James about tomorrow night and see if he’s good with it. I hope so because I’m really curious about the outcome.”

Rhonda agreed and said with a grin, “Me too; I know ...

... she’s going to be as fascinated with that huge dick of his as we were.”

“Did you notice how hairy she was between her legs?”, I said, changing the subject.

Rhonda had been lying back with her eyes closed but sat up to answer, “God, yes, it was a thick, curly bush, wasn’t it?”

I shared my thoughts about her husband and the possibility that he was the reason, and Rhonda stated that she didn’t doubt it.

“I’ll bet that guy has all kinds of weird hangups to go along with his tiny dick.”

“Maybe she would let us trim her up one day when she’s over here?”, I suggested out of the blue.

Rhonda cut her eyes over at me and said, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Do you find her attractive?”

I’m a brilliant guy, so I knew the answer to that question immediately. “There’s no comparison between her and my beautiful wife.” This response was adequate, and she took a sip of her wine and laid back.

“I think she’s attractive in an odd sort of way. She seems very old-fashioned in some ways and shy and inadequate at times.”, Rhonda said thoughtfully.

“I think living with Bill has done it to her. I can only imagine what a regular day is like over there. I hope she accepts my offer to come over here, and the two of you can masturbate together. That should build up a friendship of shared experiences.”, I said with a wink.

Rhonda smiled and said, “ I have a small attraction to some women, but it would have to be a perfect storm for me to do anything with her, although I do ...