When my husband asked what I wanted for my 26th birthday, I told him to ask the next time we were in bed and making love. That night we had a fabulous session, enhancing it as we usually did by verbalizing our sex fantasies, mine being seduced in a crowded hotel bar by a hunky stranger, then going upstairs to his room and being taken by him, all without a word between us except for the moans and gasps and cries of passion.

A few weeks later on my birthday, he took me to a bar in the business hotel in the nearest city, sat us at a table at the far end that was partially hidden in a small alcove, and got us our drinks. We chatted and flirted through that drink, then a second one. I knew something as afoot and it made my tummy tremble with the beginnings of that familiar yearning. He brought me my third one, then excused himself top the loo. As he got up, I said to him, "You need to take me home now." His gave me a sexy smile as he replied, "In due time. All in due time."

I idly looked around and noticed a hunk of a younger man at the bar staring at me. He smiled when I brought my gaze back to him for a second look, then got up and made his way toward me. Without asking, he sat in my husband's chair, smiled as he looked deeply into my eyes, and slowly reached for my free hand with both of his. He drew it toward him forcing us to lean toward each other. The intensity of his gaze sent a pleasing warmth to my breasts.

Holding my hand, he quickly slipped around the small table and sat next to me on the banquette against the alcove wall. Still without saying a word, he leaned into me and slowly covered my mouth with his lips and lingered there, moving the tip of his tongue slowly and gently back and forth across my lips. Then it hit me. This was my birthday present. I parted my lips slightly and his tongue slipped in and found mine. Our tongues danced and slid against each other. Within seconds, our mouths were exploring and sucking, and my passion was ignited.

People in a small part of the rest of the room could see us, but the table with its tablecloth blocked any view below the table top. Beneath the tablecloth, he pushed my skirt upward to the top of my thighs. I opened them and he cupped my womanhood completely. He kneaded and rubbed, and the flesh beneath my panties dampened and heated, soon pulsating against his hand. I leaned back and opened myself wider, giving him complete access. My breath caught and my eyes opened wide when he pushed aside my flimsy panties and slid his fingers along my slick folds. My lips parted and I silently sighed when his fingertips slid over my clit.

As he rubbed and flicked it, my hips rolled and my thighs squeezed together in response to the arousal he was causing. I turned my head toward him and kissed him, my eyes closed as he devoured my mouth. He stroked my engorging nub and I felt wetness flowing from my entrance to cover his fingers. My desire was building rapidly as he kept up the pressure of his fingers against my womanhood. His fingers now thoroughly coated with my juices. He stroked harder and more insistently, and muffled my moans with his mouth over mine, tonguing me deeply. I was rolling my hips urgently against his hand and felt my climax rushing to escape. I cried out my orgasm but my sounds were absorbed by the background din of the noisy room. He gentled the kiss as I came down and went silent.

When I finally opened my eyes and looked at him, he removed his hand from between my legs and staring deeply into my eyes, brought his fingers to his nose and slowly breathed in deeply several times, then brought them to my face. My sexual odour was strong and pungent, and when I sniffed it, I understood the immense power of it to excite a man and make him ardent to to taste it with his manhood. I nodded that understanding to him and he smiled, then urged me up and led me to the lift.

We rode in silence to his floor and entered his room. When I made to go to the loo, he gently restrained. I told him I needed to freshen up. He shook his head and pulled me into him for a kiss. My husband does that, refusing to let me wipe my pussy with a washcloth, saying it’s a major turn on for him to smell my raw feminine odour as he eats me. My silent seducer started taking his clothes off and motioned for me to do likewise. We stared at each other's body as we undressed, anxious to see the charms as they unfolded from beneath our clothing. I felt no embarrassment at all, actually eager to get naked and explore his body as he would explore mine.

My pussy was swollen wet, my clit engorged and tingling from the movements of my hips as I undressed. In short, I couldn't wait to feel his fingers, lips, and cock do their magic to me. My long held fantasy was nothing like the reality now unfolding. I knew what I wanted next and lay back on the bed, raised my knees as I opened my legs, and reached my hands out in invitation. He gave me a broad smile as he climbed onto the bed, settled on his belly between my legs, and brought his face to my wide open groin. He brought his nose to my opening and inhaled deeply. A low murmur of appreciation escaped from his lips as he devoured my odour.

He slid his tongue over the outer folds of my pussy, giving them his earnest attention before sliding it directly onto my pebble hard and engorged clit. My hips jerked and I gripped his head, urging him to increase the pressure of his mouth as the beautiful sensations built inside me. I pulled at his hair, thrusting my hips against his eager mouth as he flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over my clit, then easing off long enough for me to catch my breath, only to start up again. He brought me close and pulled back, close and pulled back, until I writhed beneath him, a frantic mass of need, every nerve ending in my tummy and groin screaming for release. Then suddenly, he nipped my clit, then pressed his tongue down hard and flat against it and I shattered, my body imploding in a mind blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever.

He let me rest momentarily, my rapid panting slowing, but before my incredible arousal had time to subside. Then he did that most wonderful thing a man can do to a woman, he lowered his body and settled his weight between my legs. I love the weight and feel of a man lying on my tummy and chest and the closeness of his hips nestled between my legs. With him, like any man, there is the sense of comfort and expectation of fulfilment before he slowly and deliberately filled me with his hard cock. I moaned long and low as I felt his manhood sliding all the way up me. My automatic reaction was to wrap my arms about his back and hook my feet behind his upper thighs, drawing him close. He found my mouth with his lips and plundered it with his tongue as he started thrusting slowly, but with powerful strokes, into me. My arousal resumed its intensity from my previous climax and it didn't take him long to bring me off again. I cried out my climax as he continued thrusting, prolonging it.

Before I had a chance to fully recover, he pulled out and, despite having just come, I felt empty. He rolled me over onto my tummy and raised my hips. Knowing how he was going to take me next, my arousal flooded anew and I lowered my head to a pillow. With my bum in the air, he slid into me once more. His manhood reached deeper now at this new angle and I couldn't hold back a gasp as he bottomed inside me. He pulled out and thrust back in, then established a steady rhythm of thrusting, giving me rapidly rising pleasure. He soon picked up the pace and I began a steady climb to another climax. My increasingly louder moans that soon turned into gasps told him I was getting very close. That's when he started slamming his hips hard against my bum. Wanting the feel of his cum shooting in me, I said in an urgent and husky voice, "Come in me!" Seconds later, as I cried out my latest climax, he groaned and gasped out his come, thrusting hard and deep in me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and my cries of orgasm filled the room. When finished, we collapsed together onto the mattress and lay panting as we caught our breath.

When recovered, he got off me and went into the loo, leaving me there revelling in sexual satisfaction. For the first time since the hotel bar, my thoughts drifted to my husband. I wondered where he was as I now needed the refuge of his arms and the comfort of his body as a sign our marriage was still secure and he still wanted me. As I heard my seducer open the door to leave, I felt the weight of someone climbing on the bed and sidle up against my back and 'spoon' into me. I recognized his touch and he kneaded my tummy with his hand before moving up to caress my breast and tweak my nipples. I also felt his erect manhood rubbing against my bum.

I rolled onto my back and opened myself to him. He quickly mounted me and took me with a desperate urgency from watching unnoticed by me as my seducer possess and ravish me. He told me later the most difficult thing was not the intense visuals of another man taking me but my intense gasps and cries of completion when he made me come. My husband took me twice in succession before relinquishing me. I came with him during the second one and kept my arms and legs tightly wrapped around his body at the end, showing him how much I needed our physical connection.

We stayed the night and made love several times before checking out late the next morning. We re-lived the images and memories of my birthday surprise for the next few months until one night after satisfying each other I asked him what he was thinking about for my next birthday. He told me it would be whatever fantasy I chose at the time, then he asked if I had any thoughts. I told him I'd think about it, but one thing I wanted was to know he would be watching and then reclaim me when my fantasy was over completed.

 

Nice as hell man.

 

Very sexy and loving. Nice gift from the husband.

 

Superhot story and well-written! Thanks!

 

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Great story!
Very hot and well written!

 

Very good story. Thank you.

 

Very hot, yet romantic and sweet. Beautifully written.