Courtesy Room
by Iluv R. Moore

When I got home from work, my wife told me to pack my bag. I asked
her what was up; only smiling, said she wanted to do an overnighter
out of town away from chores and kids. I thought about what I had
planned to do and thought... well... this might be better. So, with
the kids dropped off and our bags packed, off we went.

As it turned out, my wife had made reservations at a small hotel
that had hottubs. When we arrived she insisted that we see the room
first. As long as the room had a hottub, I would not have
complained. However, she asked if we could have a specific room, why
I did not know. Later, I would learn that it was strategically
located directly across from the elevators. You see, I had always
fantasized about her flirting and even being with other men, but she
usually got turned off. She explained that she would be willing to
indulge "my fantasy" of her being near other men in a very limited
fashion. She continued by saying she planned some innocent exposure
on the elevator as I watched through the peephole in our room.
That's why she was so finicky about the room. She told me that I
could nurture my perversion while she participated innocently. With
the explanation, I immediately felt my balls begin to stir.

We stayed in the hotel to dine. I should mention that she dressed
very sexily for the occasion. She had on a provocative one-piece
black dress that showed off her legs and breasts. She topped this
off with a gold choker and red high heels. Since she preferred to
always wear something with her heels, she also put on sheer black
thigh-highs. I asked her where she purchased such a overtly sexy
outfit but she stumbled while answering as if she did not know.
Well, to make a long story short, she was dressed to attract
attention, or more bluntly, to create hardons. Anyway, we enjoyed a
relaxing but stimulating dinner. She kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs, which could have given any takers a nice view. Once
finished, we headed to the room. In the room, she readjusted her
tiny spaghetti straps so that her dress was even shorter. In fact,
as she walked, the tops of her thigh-highs went in and out of sight.
Additionally, the front of her gown fell open enough to give someone
taller or standing to her side a glimpse at the roundness of her
breasts and even part of her nipples. She was obviously not wearing
a bra. I doubted that she was going to go back out literally dressed
like a slut, so I asked her if she planned to pose for me in the
room. I was thinking to myself that I had forgotten to bring my
camera or camcorder when, to my surprise, she told me to watch her
through the peephole in the door. I could wank behind the door while
watching her on the elevator. She was going to return to the lobby
and reenter the elevator "coincidentally" with a single gentleman
who was riding up too. I laughed and said no way. She looked at me
in a sultry way that I was not used to and warned me to just watch;
part of my fantasy was about to come true.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, I closed the door. As she
walked toward the elevator, my heart was pounding so I grabbed my
cock.  She looked extremely inviting, with her dress flipping up and
down while exposing her slender legs and thigh-high tops. I almost
felt that she overdid it, but my little head was thinking already.
She pressed the elevator button, waited, entered upon arrival, and
disappeared. I was hoping that she could handle whatever she met.
She was definitely dressed to kill without an escort. It seemed I
waited for an eternity while the elevators came and went several
times. Finally, the elevator stopped and there stood my wife.

As she walked away from the elevator, I could not believe what I was
seeing. It almost appeared as if she had just finished embracing the
guy, as if his hands just returned to his side of the elevator. I
was letting my fantasizing get the better of me. There was no way
she could have done that. Anyway, he craned his neck the best he
could to check out my wife's behind as she exited the elevator. She
bounced the best she could and finally, the show was over when the
elevator door closed. She came into the room and I kissed her. She
reached down and immediately felt how excited I was. I had been
stroking myself during the little charade. She said my hard cock
betrayed my excitement easily. She was walking toward the bed when I
said it is too bad he did not get to see more. She eyed at me with a
devilish look, as if she were daring me to have her do more. "More,"
she queried. "Yes," I managed. Then, she just wiggled her cute
behind back out the door and whispered, "keep watching." I was
orchestrating this quite fine, turning my prim and proper wife into
a wanton exhibitionist. I was so proud of myself!

I watched her go through the routine again while waiting for the
elevator. This time, however, she bent at the waist to adjust the
strap on one of her shoes. As she did this, her dress raised above
her cheeks and exposed her pretty behind clad in a very skimpy lacy
pair of black thong panties. The purpose of her actions did not
become clear until she returned some time later. Once again, she
popped out of the elevator, but this time dropped her keys. She
immediately bent at the waist to fetch them, but was facing our door
so the best view was from in the elevator. When I looked at the guy
in the elevator, he reached for his bulge as he eyed my beautiful
wife. He was seeing what she posed for me just moments before. Bent
at the waist, her cheeks were separated by only  thin string between
her crack, with her pussy lips spilling over the skinny piece of
cloth called a thong. Her thigh-high tops clearly exposed, as well
as all the delicious white skin of her upper thighs and legs. Before
long, the show was over when the elevator door closed.

When she came back in the room, I told her that the guy had grabbed
himself being so taken by her extremely-sexy and dangerously-daring
pose. She laughed while saying that she was sure that I was
exaggerating. Nervously,  she examined me as if to see my geniune
reaction. She gasped and then smirked when she saw my cock covered
with precum. She remarked that she had not seen me so horny since
our honeymoon years ago. I asked her to do it one more time. She
mumbled something that sounded like "just what I thought...wank
away," but she didn't confirm it when I asked her to repeat it.
Instead, she looked at me while reaching under her dress. What was
she doing now, I thought? She pulled her panties down until they
tumbled to her ankles, first off one shoe and then the other. She
winked and headed back out. Wow, I was really encouraging her to let
loose. I couldn't believe how easily I was manipulating her.

While waiting for her return, I heard the door to the hallway open.
I was surprised to see the first guy again. Why was he exiting onto
this floor? He did not before. I watched as he went into the
courtesy room with vending machines and disappeared into the
darkness. A little while later, my wife appeared in the elevator
with her a new admirer. Her dress must have ridden up a little
against the wall in the elevator, or gotten stuck when she
intentionally bent over sometime. She would be fuming if she knew
that her pussy hair was visible just below the bottom of her dress.
Also, one of her nipples must have accidently popped out when she
turned too far to the side. If I had not known better, I could have
easily surmised that the guy just got done playing with her pussy
and tit.

From the elevator, she strutted her stuff and made an excuse to bend
over. This time, though, she was exposing her bare pussy since she
had removed her panties. I was on fire watching her blatant
exhibitionism. Almost as if on cue, the guy held the elevator and
began to speak. He asked if she needed any help since she dumped her
purse. She answered oddly by saying she could always use more help
with her problem. Why more help? Anyway, as both of them got on
their hands and knees, I glanced over to the courtesy room. In the
shadows, I could see the guy was watching and moving his arm back
and forth. I could easily guess why. My wife was on all fours,
pointing her unprotected pussy right at the courtesy room. She was
being careful with the guy who was helping her but simultaneously
giving a much bigger show to the other guy. I bet she would have
been pissed if she had known the type of show she was giving to the
guy in the courtesy room. I felt a tinge of  remorse, but only for a
moment. I wanked more at her wanton display of her cunt. After they
had gathered everything up, she thanked him. Actually, he got to
feast on her dangling tits the entire time. I did not know which way
to look. She then turned toward him so I could not see the front of
her. Facing him, she told him she did not know how she could repay
him. She must have been reaching into her purse for her wallet since
her right arm was between them. He said that it was his pleasure and
turned toward the elevator. When she returned to the room, she was
flushed. I looked at him on the elevator and noticed he had a huge
bulge. I told my wife that she should look at the bulge she caused.
She did not seem to be interested, almost as if I was telling
something she already knew.

I noted that she was also hotter than I had ever witnessed before. I
wanted to take this game one step further. So,  I began rubbing her
tiny clit to fog her head a little bit more. She was ready to fuck.
Her pussy was literally clinging to my finger as I played with her.
It felt like it normally does after playing with her for awhile.
Gosh, she was getting off on my little game. Her cunt was already
gaping open before I seriously finger fucked her. I usually have to
finger her awhile before she gets like this. She was hot tonite!

I wanted more so I would not do her just yet. I grabbed her hand and
took her out of the room. She did not like having sex outside a safe
domain normally, but she came along and moved directly to the
courtesy room as if reading my mind. I thought the first guy might
still be in the courtesy room; therefore,  I intentionally told her
the only way I would fuck her is if she would do it there. She did
not hesitate a moment, almost as if it was exactly what she wanted.
God, was she horny or what. I can't believe how easily she was
playing along into the next step of my fantasy. She is so easy to
string along.

When we entered the small room, the light was not turned on. For my
wife, that is usually the way she wanted it. However, she flipped on
the light and gave the excuse that we might trip over something. I
was patting myself on the back for having coaxed my wife to this
point.  As I eased her into the room, I was hoping that the stranger
was still there and that he had ample cover to get an excellent
show. I saw that there were machines on both sides of the room, a
small table with two chairs, and a supply door. The supply door was
slightly ajar. I was maneuvering my wife so that she could not see
the door open in case he got braver. When I was about to stop
turning her, she stopped on her own. What a team we were!

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the door move ever so slightly.
This was too good to be true. I immediately raised the back of her
dress so he could gaze at my wife's bare behind. I, of course, did
not let on that I knew.  Next, I pulled her tiny spaghetti straps to
the side so that I exposed her breasts. I dove into her breasts and
kept my finger busy on her clit. She was moaning. I pulled her dress
to her waist and had her squat in front of me. I told her to show me
her pussy and she spread her legs wide. I told her to suck me and
she reached for my zipper. Soon she was licking and kissing my cock.
What she did not know is that she was performing lewdly in front of
this stranger!

She was only five or six feet away from the guy who must be wanking
himself in front of our wicked display. She had her legs spread with
her dress bunched up. Her thigh-highs were fully exposed. The top of
her dress was bunched up at her waist too. She was erotically
sucking me off. I asked her if she enjoyed showing off today in the
elevator, and she responded that it was my idea. I asked her is she
would like to do it again, and she said if that is what I wanted. I
asked her if she wanted to stop now, and she said, "no, I want to be
fucked really good, better than you can fuck me...I mean than you
ever fucked me before." Finally, I raised her and bent her over the
table across the room from the supply room. I stood to the side and
unashamedly spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy was glistening and her
cute little asshole was all nicely puckered. Later, from an angle, I
rubbed my cockhead along her slit. She was begging me to fuck her
but saying she needed a thicker cock. I was having the time of my
life.

As I was sliding my dick up and down her slippery slit, I asked her
if she though about the stranger's cock getting hard. To my
surprise, she said, "Thought? You wanted me to make his cock hard,
didn't you?" I agreed and said that he probably needs relief right
now and that my wife could easily help him. She laughed wickedly and
said, "How do you know that I already haven't? OK. I bet you would
like to see him put his big, thick cock, bigger and thicker than
yours, into my pussy, wouldn't you?" Once again, I thanked her for
playing along with our game so well. I took her words as an
opportunity to say that I would let another man right now come over
here and stroke her beautiful wet pussy while looking directly at
the door. The door opened slightly, and the stranger glanced at me
and then at my wife's gaping pussy and then back at me. I nodded my
head in approval. He stepped out of his hiding spot quietly.

I ushered him carefully over to us and continued to talk to my wife.
Should I risk it, I thought to myself. I said, "if you took his big,
thick cock, you would have to prepare your tight little pussy by
letting me finger you good." When she responded positively, the
stranger slipped a finger in her pussy. He did it so easily it
seemed like he had been there before. I continued, "If he is that
thick, than you need one more finger, and then another." She
exclaimed yes until he was working three fat thick fingers into her
pussy really well. They seemed to slip in very easily, as if she had
been fingered quite a bit already. I had, in the meantime, backed
off to give him full access. This was working better than I could
have ever imagined. I could talk over his shoulder and my wife would
not know the difference. I continued, "keep fantasizing and just
maybe my dick will feel thicker and bigger." He looked at me and I
nodded my approval as my wife said she wanted to feel a thick one.
He inserted his fat knob that made my wife's pussy contort vulgarly.
How she did not know it was not me I simply do not know. Looking
down, I noticed she had never been open so wide with my dick. She
squealed that my dick never felt so good.

We continued to play our game but I knew it was no game. I was
witnessing something that I have always wanted to witness. My wife
was so caught up in our fantasy that she did not realize it was more
than her imagination filling her gaping and clinging cunt. He began
to slam her and she slammed him back. She quickly reached orgasm,
slowed slightly, then went for another orgasm. He must have been
pretty excited because it did not take him too long to unload his
love juice into my wife's honey pot. With that, he withdrew his
softening cock and quietly retreated back into the refuge of the
supply closet. I embraced my wife from behind and whispered, with my
own urgency building, that we should head back to our room. She
slowly and dreamily let her dress fall back in place while
readjusting her straps. We were back in our room almost immediately.

I could not wait. I laid her on the bed and raised her dress. Her
cunt was covered with his sperm. It was oozing out and wetting her
entire groin. I knelt between her and positioned my penis for
penetration. She put her hand out and told me to stop. She said she
needed a break. She also said she sees how much fun our little game
was since I was already fully erect again. I stammered a second and
could only agree. I explained that it must be turning me on so much
that I needed no break. She wished she could say the same but was a
little sore. She mentioned that my cock did feel actually much
bigger and she was now tender; however, she understood my needs. She
told me to prepare her a little by eating her. I said, "What?" She
said simply to go ahead and eat her until some of the tenderness
subsides and then she will be ready to fuck again. She told me that
I was acting strangely, as if the cum that had saturated her pussy
was not mine. She sternly ordered me to eat her. What could I do? I
did not want to blow my success.

I reluctantly pulled back and approached her sex juncture with
reservations. I delicately stuck my tongue out and got the first
taste of someone else's cock juice. I was about to plant another
soft kiss while adjusting to the taste when my wife grabbed and
pulled my face right into her crotch. She then rolled her hips and
pussy all over my face while saying, "I said eat me! You have always
wanted me to act like a slut, now eat my pussy like you mean it. I
want you to suck my slutty pussy." I could not believe what had
happened to her, but what could I say? I immediately dove in and
tried to satisfy her new sexual urges. I could not tell her that she
was filled with someone else's cum. She would have killed me. I ate
and she came. I ate her more, and she came again. Her cumming was so
erotic that while listening to her moan, I accidentally shot my load
while rubbing the bed. When I told her what had happened, she said
it was ok since we had fucked once already. Hmm, I had not fucked,
only wanked! She invited me to snuggle up with her and we both fell
asleep.

The next morning I awoke to see my wife was not in bed. She returned
shortly and explained that she just wanted to buy the paper. As she
tossed the paper onto the bed, I noticed that she was wearing her
dark denim jeans skirt and a blouse with buttons. Her skirt was too
short under normal circumstances and her blouse was too tight,
causing gaping holes through which her tits were nicely visible. I
was glad she was still in the mood to play more.  I invited her back
to bed to talk about last night. As we talked, she told me that she
was getting hot again. In fact, she told me that she was getting so
hot that she could swear her pussy was never so wet. She reached for
my zipper and asked whether I would like a blow job. Who could
refuse such an offer? As she was giving me a very well-inspired
header, I began to fondle her legs. She warned me that she was
really wet from all our fantasy talk. When I reached her pussy, she
was definitely overflowing. She was not only wet but also slimy,
almost as if someone had deposited a load of cum in her. I mentioned
that to her and she said she liked this fantasy game. When I nodded,
she ordered me to eat out someone else's cum while she continued to
give me head. Even her asshole seemed to be oozing wetness. How
could that be? It must have been leaking down from her pussy, I
thought.

Before long, I was eating her pungent pussy and she was simply lying
on her back, enjoying my ministrations. After several orgasms, she
said she needed to relax. She headed to the hottub and I nursed my
hardon. I asked her, "What about me?" She told me that she would
tell me a story of how she snuck out this morning to get fucked by
the same stranger while I beat off. She simply did not have the
strength to do anything for me because of last night. I stroked
myself and she began her story. She told me how she went to his room
and became his sex slave. She did anything and everything for him. I
was building quickly to a climax when she told me that he had a
roommate. She told me how her lover had her climb on top to ride
him. Next, the second man rubbed his dick from her cock-filled pussy
to her tiny ass bud. When her bud was well lubed, he sunk his cock
slowly in. With the head in, he eased it further and further until
he was fully embedded. Once she was filled with two cocks at the
same time, they found a rhythm that made her cum like never before.
She then asked if I enjoyed her talking like a slut. I only moaned.
She asked me what I thought about her description of being on all
fours with two thick cocks in her at the same time. At that very
moment, my cock spurted a bounty of cum all over my hand and
stomach. She then asked whether I felt better now and if I could
bring her the newspaper.

On the way home I mentioned that it had been a fun getaway. Odd,
though, we never fucked, I thought to myself. She brought me back
from my thoughts when she mentioned that  we fucked once in the
courtesy room, and in spite of just once, she had never felt so
satisfied before. She laughed while saying she could not believe how
satisfying fantasy lovers with thick dicks could be. She said a girl
could get used to being filled with large cocks after which her
hubby cleans up. The feeling of being double dicked when her hubby
knew was even more tantalizing. She also mentioned that the courtesy
room was an excellent idea of mine with the supply room so
conveniently located. I momentarily thought to myself that I had
never mentioned anything about the supply room, but then again, it
would mean that all the events from start to finish were her
elaborate scheme. There is no way that my wife could be that wicked
and such a big slut to offer herself to two men at the same time.
So, I simply soaked in the sun as we drove back home, knowing how
much I pulled the wool over her eyes to indulge my little fantasy.
