The Road Journey - Sex Stories

The Road Journey

... slumped back a bit as if to say well I’ll be damned . Frankly, I was surprised that she was so, well, surprised. I reasoned that she must have entertained all sorts of men, and the occasional couple, so surely this topic has come up at some point. I pressed her a bit on her reaction. She thought for a moment, and then said she while understands why men would want to include another woman in their sex life, it was unusual to want to include another man. I explained all the reasons why this was so hot to me, and she began to understand. The conversation turned a bit more fun as she cheerfully asked me some tactical questions about where they meeting, what time, what’s on the agenda and so on. I gladly answered her inquiries, trying not to make my personal satisfaction too evident. She also asked if I would be involved, and I said indeed I would be. I let her in on the series of communications I would receive as Amanda’s date progressed. First, I would receive a text when she met Slate to begin their date. Next, I would receive a text when they left to adjourn to the room. And finally, I would receive a phone call as they began fucking. “No way!” Simone squealed with incredulous delight. In an example of perfect timing, I received the first text from Amanda: “Hi, babe! I’m here at the hotel bar and Slate just arrived. I love you!” The glow from the phone seemed to light up the entire lounge. Extending it to Simone, I announced the arrival of the first message. She took the ...

... phone, and squinting a bit, read the message aloud. “Oooo, Slate!” she exclaimed. “He sounds like a hottie!” We had a good laugh and I made some lame joke that he better be ‘rock’ hard tonight. She appreciated the attempt at humor and patronized me with a pretty good fake laugh. We had been taking for awhile, and perhaps sensing she was now a part of the plan, gracefully slid onto my lap and began to grind. I relaxed a bit and let Simone do her thing, appreciating the pride she took in her craft. She ran her hands through my hair a bit, which felt good, and pressed her covered tits onto my face. I ran my hands over her plump ass a few times, and gave gentle squeezes. While I enjoyed lap dance, it felt more like passing time. Leaning in to the side a bit, Simone whispered in my ear. “You want to watch your wife getting fucked, don’t you?” Her warm breath lingered around my ear as she waited for an answer. “Yes,” I replied, with a hint of splendid surrender. She whispered a few other dirty things, and I have to admit, it really turned me on. We went on like this for awhile. Finally, I thanked her for listening to me, and for the extended lap dance. I knew the next message would be coming any minute, so I texted my cabbie. Rising at the same time, I hugged Simone and thanked her again. “Anytime,” she said, adding, “Come back with your wife so I can hear all about your adventure.” She gave a cute, sexy wave and I headed out front into my waiting cab. *** The strip club was about ten ...