Hotel Sex
Not long ago my wife, Donna, and I went to a large city not far from where we live and got a nice room in a swanky downtown hotel. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy champagne on each other’s lips.
I stood up and loosened the robe, exposing my swelling dick. I straddled her legs and asked her to suck me. She smiled, took a large drink of champagne, and slid her mouth over my dick. The fizz of the bubbly and the work of her tongue brought me the rest of the way to attention, and she moved back and forth, pulling me in deeper each time, until my rocket was probing the back of her throat. She swallowed the champagne and the tip of my dick followed. She massaged the tender underside with her warm tongue and drew me slowly all the way out, sucking tightly on my tip. I almost came right then.
“Wow,” I said, exhaling deeply as my dick popped out of her mouth. “You are unbelievable.”
“I know,” she said with a smile. “What’s it worth to you?”
I knelt in front of her and untied her robe. I kissed her gently on the lips and we swapped tongues, a familiar gesture that always brought us closer together, even after all these years. I opened her robe and nuzzled her large, still firm breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. She has always taken pride in her sumptuous tits, and she knows they are a surefire turn-on for me, and she moaned faintly in appreciation of my caresses. She held them together for me and I buried my face in them, kissing them one after the other. I moved down her tummy, not as trim as it used to be but familiar, and she thrust her pelvis forward in anticipation and laid her head back on the cushion.
I opened her robe the rest of the way and pushed her knees gently open. I kissed my way up one thigh, breathed gently on her mound and kissed my way down the other. She spread her legs and held her breath. Dragging the tip of my tongue along her sensitive inner thigh, I kissed and nibbled her freshly shaven outer labia. They were just beginning to swell in anticipation, and I encouraged them with wet, sucking kisses and licked and nibbled the soft ridges. As she spread her legs further, her cunt fell open, and I stroked the valley between inner and outer lips with the flat of my tongue. She began to breathe deeply.
I drew long, wet strokes along the outside of her succulent sex, culminating at her mound. She thrust at me, trying to get me to touch her clit, but I made her wait. I nibbled her more delicate inner lips and she spread her legs wider still, pushing her pussy at my mouth. I kissed and nibbled those petals, nibbling just a little closer to her inflamed hood each time. She was breathing very deeply now. I gently teased at her hood with the very tip of my tongue, coaxing her clit out. She moaned and tensed, her head rocking forward.
Suddenly, she froze. “Hey!” she said.
I stopped my ministrations. “What? What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, patting my head as she caught her breath. “We’re not alone.” She gestured toward the window.
I looked over my shoulder. The steam on the window had faded. Outside, it had become evening. Dry autumn leaves were scattering along the narrow brick street. The gathering dark made the gas lamps seem to glow more brightly. In the building across the street, in a window level with ours, stood a man in a dark suit. He was tall and handsome, younger than us. When he saw us looking at him, he smiled and waved, then gave a nod of encouragement.
I turned back to my lovely wife, sprawled on the little sofa. I handed her her glass of champagne and clinked it with mine, taking a sip.
“Lucky guy,” I said as I set my glass down. “But not as lucky as me.” I poured a little bubby on her pussy and licked it up before it could run onto the couch. She moaned and drew a sharp breath. She laid one leg over the arm of the couch, and I dipped my tongue again into her juicy slit, exploring gently for her clit. She moaned again. I put my lips over her hood and sucked gently, and she began to pant.
I reached up to fondle her tits and found her hands already at work. I glanced up and saw that she was kneading them, pinching her nipples to keep them hard, and staring intently out the window. I looked over my shoulder and saw the man in the window watching us. I smiled at her. I moved to one side, massaging her cunt with my hand, and gave him a good look at her rosy slit. I saw him smile and give me a thumbs up. I slid one finger into her hole as he watched.
She writhed as I probed her and her breathing grew deeper. I again licked her folds, more firmly this time, and nibbled her ridges. They were firm and red now, fully engorged, and I bit them gently with my lips, causing her to pant and push against my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her cunt and she tensed. I cupper her mound with my mouth and massaged her hood with my lips. Her clit was hard and pointed, and I flicked it with my tongue.
I glanced out the window again and the guy across the street had undone his fly and was slowly stroking his dick. It was long and slender and glistened a little. As I watched he spit in the palm of his hand and lengthened his strokes. He smiled at me and nodded again.
My wife was staring intently through the window, meeting his eyes as she fondled her tits. I bent down and licked her pussy in long strokes, again nibbling her lips as she again began to pant. Her breath grew deeper as I circled her clit. She moaned as I took her in my mouth, flicking the firm nub of her little man with my tongue. I looked up at her and saw that she was still staring out the window, her eyes heavily lidded. She kneaded her breasts and took first one nipple and then the other in her mouth, sucking them hard one after the other.
I slid two fingers into her cunt and sucked her clit hard. She drew a deep breath and her entire body went taut. I flicked her once, twice, then dragged my tongue firmly up her slit and over her clit and felt her convulse. She flung her feet in the air and laid herself open for me. She moaned and her orgasm again jerked her body. I felt her cunt grip my fingers. I flicked again and she convulsed again, then again and she clamped her thighs around my face and gave a guttural cry as she went limp.
I glanced over my shoulder. The guy was standing in the window with his fly open and his dick stiff in front of him, talking on a cell phone. He again gave us a thumbs up as my wife lolled on the sofa, her sex pulsating and sweat glistening on her svelte body.
I took her by the hand and helped her to her feet.
“Let’s get ready to go out,” I said as she wobbled unsteadily. “We don’t want to be late for our dinner reservations.”
I led her back into the bathroom for a quick, cool shower. When we came out, the guy was no longer at the window and his room was dark. I closed our curtains.
