How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 3 - Sex Stories

How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 3

Finally, Friday night arrived. Vanessa spent ages getting ready, and when she stepped out the bedroom, I almost shot my load as I looked at her. She wore a short, cream blouse over a pvc peek-a-boo bra that flaunted her cleavage while barely covering her nipples. My eyes were drawn down over her bare torso towards the black, leather mini-skirt which, when she turned round quickly, gave a glimpse of her gorgeous arse. To top the slutty outfit, she wore fishnet stockings which went down into thigh-length PVC boots with a six inch heel. She laughed when she saw the look on my face, and started teasing me about how she had dressed for another guy, not me. All the way to the hotel were we'd arranged to meet Rick, she continued her teasing, telling me a little of what they'd talked about on the phone, and how she was going to get her brains fucked out. By the time we got there, I was a nervous wreck from the things she said. We met in the bar of his hotel, and she sat next to him on a couch while I sat opposite them in a quiet corner of the room. After a few drinks, he had his hands all over her, and his eyes lit up when he slid his hand under skirt to find she wasn't wearing any panties. He fingered her under the table, making her moan while I squirmed impotently in my seat. I could hear the squelching sounds as he frigged her wet cunt, and I sat helplessly looking on as this stranger fingered my wife in front of me. He purposefully looked me in the eye as he brought her to ...

... orgasm, and I had never felt so impotent and yet so aroused as I did at that moment. Vanessa came in a shuddering, quiet climax with that far-away look in her eyes that I knew so well. Rick removed his hand from under her skirt and presented them to me. I could smell her sex quite strongly as he held his slick fingers in front of my face. My humiliation was then completed when he told me to suck his fingers clean, which I did in a daze, hoping no-one would see or notice. It felt so strange to suck another man's fingers, but the eroticism of the situation had my mind in such a whirl that I did it without objecting. Once they were clean enough for him, he playfully but firmly slapped my cheek, told me I was a 'good boy', and then suggested we go to the room I'd booked. After I'd paid for the drinks, we walked to the lift. Rick's hands were all over my wife, and he even managed to get his hand down the front of her bra. Vanessa squealed as he pinched her nipple, and playfully ran her hand down the front of his crotch. I stood, embarrassed for all of us, and I felt the lift couldn't come fast enough. The lift was, fortunately, empty when it arrived. Rick walked in followed by Vanessa. I was just about to join them when she stopped me. "Use the fucking stairs, arsehole. I want to enjoy my lover in private for a minute," she said loud enough for others to hear. Then she turned to Rick and dropped to her knees, looking up at his face while unzipping his fly. I just saw her licking her ...