Our weekend away. - Sex Stories

Our weekend away.

... know that was his intention. I asked him where we were going as we left the room and made our way toward the elevator. He said that he thought we both needed a drink. The hotel bar was dimly lit and had a few people sitting throughout the small room. I was sure that everyone in there could smell the sex on me and his cum already starting to drip out of my pussy and down my thighs. \ My husband led the way to two bar stools at the bar. We ordered our drinks and made ourselves comfortable. I started to cross my legs, but he put a hand on my thigh and said, “Don’t.” I gave him a questioning look and then relaxed as his hand pushed my dress up to the middle of my thighs. Then he told me to spread my legs. I know I didn’t drink enough alcohol at that point to label myself as drunk or even slightly buzzed, but I was really into this game he was playing with me. Plus, I was incredibly horny since I hadn’t had a chance earlier to make myself come. We drank and talked about nothing in particular and were having a great time. My husband excused himself to use the restroom. I was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks by now, but in a good way. As I sat there thinking about the great weekend we were going to have, a nice looking man stepped up beside me to place his drink order. We looked at each other and smiled. As he was standing there next to me, I watched his nostrils flare and realized he must have caught the aroma of my sex. It was too late to close my legs without being ...

... obvious. I glanced to my right and saw my husband had returned and was sitting at the far end of the bar. He gave me a slight nod of his head and a sly smile. I almost laughed out loud. He had set this up! Throwing caution to the wind, I swiveled on my bar stool so that I was facing the man next to me. We started up a conversation after he had introduced himself as Rob. The bartender interrupted us by placing two drinks down and said they were from the gentleman at the end of the bar. We turned toward my husband raising our drinks saying thank you. He gave us a small nod and went back to looking on his phone. Somehow when Rob turned back towards me, he ended up standing in between my legs which were still spread at my husband’s command. The casual small talk we had been engaging in before our drinks were brought over was gone. We stared at each other while my mouth went dry. Without thinking, I licked my lips. I thought I heard a slight moan from him. I felt his hand on my thigh, but I never took my eyes off of his. It was hard to concentrate, but I suddenly became aware of his hand moving closer to my drenched pussy. I wanted to look over at my husband to check his reaction, but I also didn’t want to interrupt the moment in front of me. I slid forward slightly on the bar stool and felt Rob’s finger brush against my clit. I’m sure it was me who moaned out loud that time. The stare was never broken, but his hands definitely started moving. I helped the situation out by spreading ...