I practically inched the car into the hotel parking lot. It was a smaller hotel, local. All the others were booked from the ice storm. The sign said vacant so my wife and I parked the car and carefully walked into the lobby.
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As we opened the door, another vehicle pulled in behind us. The lights bathed us as it pulled in next to our car. It was an imposing force. I couldn’t tell what it was in the darkness but the lights sat at face level.We turned away from the light blasting our eyes and let the door shut behind us.
The lobby looked like it hadn’t been remodeled since the 90s. There was an old coffee machine next to the front desk. We walked up to the counter but immediately heard “just a minute” from the door behind the counter.
The lobby door opened and the cold wind pierced the room’s air. My wife flinched away from the air blasting her in the face. Her red hair flew around her head . I looked at the hooded figure who entered. He pulled down his hood and wiped the frozen rain from his face. He was tall with a beard and dark skin . My wife looked up and their eyes met. I saw he smile and look her up and down.
I was immediately pulled away by the gruff voice from behind the counter. The clerk and I started hashing out the details of our stay. He told me that we were likely in for a haul. The sheriff was shutting down the highway for the next 3 days.
“3 days?” I quizzically protested.
Turns out the storm was going to end in a couple hours but another was going to kick up again tomorrow. Everyone was going to be iced in. I tried to listen to the clerk but I couldn’t shake the sound behind me. “My wife was giggling?” I thought. Then I heard a deep voice. I turned my head and saw my wife turned to the stranger, talking. Before I could think, the gruff voice pulled me back in.
I signed papers and gave him my card, all the while, I could hear my wife and the stranger getting friendly behind me. While the clerk ran my card, I turned around to see them laughing a bit as his hand gently reached behind her and grazed her back. They quickly changed their demeanor and she introduced me. The strangers name was Devon. He stood over both of us and smiled down at me. I subconsciously gulped and he noticed.
He said I had beautiful wife and that he’d love to show her around the city, as he called it, but he meant New York. “How about that?” he purred at her while brushing her back again, “would you like to see my high rise?” My wife laughed and playfully batted him away. “Excuse me,” he said as walked up to the counter, “Nice to meet both of you.”
I rolled my eyes (A high rise? Bullshit) and we headed down the hallway to our room. I went back to get our bags and noticed Devon’s car. It was a large, expensive looking SUV. I grabbed our bags and headed back in to our room. As I turned to walk down the hallway, I saw Devon stopping at our room. It looked like he was trying his key.
I approached and said “Can I help you?” He looked at me and then at the door and shook his head.
“My bad, man,” he said as stepped a few feet to the side and started unlocking the door next to ours. I started heading into my room when I heard him say, “Tell that sweet wife of yours hi for me” just as the door shut.
I blocked the interaction from my thoughts and went in. My wife had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her. We took some hits off my weed pen and took an edible. We lounged around high and started getting a little frisky. We were making out and she started kissing down my chest. I was getting excited and ready for her lips to wrap around my cock, but her mouth had different plans.
“Bluh,” she said exasperated, “I’ve got really bad cotton mouth.” She apologized and we both laughed at the bad timing. We decided to sneak down the hall to the vending machine the clerk told me about. I was still dressed but my wife was naked, so she threw on a tank top and tight shorts that hugged her taut ass.
Through our hazy high, we creeped out into the hallway and quietly giggled our way down to the vending machines. I side eyed Devon’s door as we walked by…hoping he wouldn’t step out.
We stepped into the small space and I started unfolding bills while my wife looked at her options. The vending space was small with a snack machine and a drink machine. A washer and dryer sat along the opposing wall.
I handed my wife a few of the bills and she started feeding them into the soda machine. She made her pick and the bottle dropped down. She took a couple more bills from me and bent over to grab her drink.
Her ass was facing the door just as Devon turned the corner and walked in. “Damn,” he said loudly, “Didn’t know you had such piece on you.” My wife popped up quickly with a smile on her face. I turned my head to look at him and my face turned red with jealousy.
Devon walked right up to my wife and said excuse me. My wife sensually slid backwards and started looking through the candy options. He gave me a head nod and started looking at his choices.
Devon and my wife made small talk while using the machines. He would occasionally drop a small compliment or flirty statement. Devon bought a bottle of Coke but put more money into the machine. My wife opened her soda and took a drink. While pulling it away from her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the top and sucked as she pulled it out…all while looking Devon in the eyes.
I kept trying to work my way into the conversation but they were pretty fixated on each other. I leaned against the washer as Devon bought a third bottle of Coke.
“Listen,” he said as he bent down to pick it up. As he stood, I finally noticed he was hard. He was wearing sweats and was quite noticeable once you looked. Devon continued, “if you two are bored, I’ve got a nice bottle of rum in my room,” he held up one of the bottles to explain why he got so many, “you two are welcome to come have some with me.”
I looked at my wife. She had definitely taken notice of Devon’s bulge. I felt my guts fall out from me. A knot forming where they used to be. “I’m not sure,” I said faking a yawn, “I think we’re both pretty tired.”
“I’m not tired,” my wife cooed, “a drink sounds fun.”
Devon licked his bottom lip and looked her up and down before looking at me. “She could just come alone if you’re so tired,” he teased. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in against his chest. Her leg pressed right into his bulge. He let out a sigh as she giggled. “I’ll get you back to your room safely,” he joked.
I ended up caving and three of us went to his room. Devon led us into his room. It wasn’t anything special, just a mirror of our room. A bed against the wall to the right and the bathroom across from it, with a couch against the wall with the door.
Devon said we could make ourselves comfortable on the bed and sat his sodas down on the table by the couch. He returned with a glass bottle of rum and single cup.
We made light conversation while Devon started opening the bottles. Normal topics like where we’re from and what we do. Devon opened all three bottles and poured some from each bottle into the cup. He then popped the seal off the rum and filled each bottle to the top. If I had to guess, I’d say about 7 shots each. He then handed each of us a bottle.
“Drink up folks,” he chuckled, “Nobody’s driving anywhere anyway.”
My wife and I took the bottles. She gently tipped hers upside down once and then slowly opened the cap. The bottle started to fizz but she wrapped her mouth around it and started sucking. I glanced at Devon who took a sip of his drink and smiled while watching the show.
Through her short red hair, you could easily see her mouth practically blowing the bottle. I just opened mine and took a drink. The mood only turned more intense from there once my wife had calmed her drink. Devon started asking us questions about our marriage. How we met? How long we’ve been together?
Eventually, he started asking questions about how often we have sex and what we both like. I was feeling shy but my wife was happy to answer his questions. He asked her if she liked to have her pussy ate. Devon even asked if she had ever had a guy cum on her face.
She was eating the attention up and Devon was enjoying himself. When we first started talking, he merely had his hand resting on his crotch, now he was full on rubbing his cock. My wife had already drank half her bottle and climbed up in my lap. I was grateful. Hopefully she’d finish and we could leave.
Devon noticed I had barely touched my drink. I’m not much for booze – I drink once every two months or so – but didn’t want to look like a pussy, so I took a big drink. My wife laughed and started drinking with me, being a more frequent drinker than I am.
Devon started cheering us, “Go, go!”
After a few minutes, the booze was hitting us both hard. My cock was stiffening while she gyrated on my lap. That’s when Devon asked if she wanted to sit in his lap for a second. She bit her lip and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders to which she responded by setting down her bottle and skipping over to him.
He spread his legs and patted his lap. She settled down on him and wrapped her right arm around his neck. He had a hand around her waist and the other handed her his drink before resting it on her bare thighs.
He whispered in her ear and they laughed quietly a bit. Even with the TV being low, I still couldn’t hear. She started gyrating in his lap and he lowly grunted.
“So,” he said bluntly looking at me, “does she suck good cock?” I couldn’t believe my ears. His direct manner shocked me and caused my dick to throb.
Before I could say anything, my wife spoke up in a deep longing way, “I loooooove sucking cock!”
Devon just laughed. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my dick hardened. His hand left her thigh and rested on her cheek. He started quietly talking to her now, their faces almost touching. I actually thought they might kiss. But Devon just started slowly thrusting his hips up into her while she ground into his cock.
“Why don’t you show us?” Devon said as he thrust up, “crawl on over there and show me how you suck his cock!”
My wife bit her lip as she looked at Devon and slid to the ground. She got on her hands and knees crawled across the floor to my feet. I sat in silence as she pulled herself up between my legs and started to undo my shorts.
“Y’all should sit against the headboard and get comfortable,” Devon chimed. My wife stood and kissed me. She placed her hands on my chest and started pushing me back against the headboard. I followed her lead and settled in, as she straddled my leg in center of the bed. As my wife pulled out my dick, Devon grunted out, “There we go. Nice view.”
With Devon getting a full profile view of the show, wife looked his way as she ran her tongue up my shaft. A shudder rippled through my body. I was still worked up from earlier and the added buzz made everything electric.
She was slow and soft, gently kissing my head and shaft. Her lips massaged every inch of me before she wrapped them around and started bobbing. I could feel her tongue gliding up and down my cock.
I was in a trance. The world had melted away around me. I was so caught up in my wife’s work that I hadn’t even noticed Devon had gotten up from the couch and made his way to the other side of the bed.
The entire vibe shifted with the mattress as Devon sat down on the bed. He had taken his shorts off and had a fist wrapped around a 9 inch beast. I felt my dick drop from my wife’s mouth. I looked at her there on her hands and knees, eying Devon’s cock like dinner, and had to hold back the urge to cum. My dick bobbed just an inch from her agape mouth.
Devon was stroking his cock and looking my wife in the eyes. She stared right back and lowered her mouth back onto me without breaking eye contact with Devon. I had never been in a sexual situation with three people, and my wife has only ever seen my dick in real life…and combined with my wife sucking me back into her mouth, I tilted my head back in pleasure.
Every nerve in my shaft tingled with each stroke of her tongue. Her lips pulled on my shaft. I was so far away that it took a gravely “fuck yeah” from Devon for me to open my eyes.
I swallowed my heart out of my throat as I looked back over at Devon and saw my wife’s hand wrapped around his dick. Her thumb and pointer finger couldn’t even touch. Both of their hands were gliding up and down his pole. A weak sigh escaped his lips as he let her take control.
He sat back and relaxed as my wife slowly rubbed his thick cock. Meanwhile, her mouth wasn’t moving as much on my dick. Her tongue was massaging the underside of my head instead. Despite her being distracted, I still felt incredible and didn’t want to ruin it by getting upset about the handjob.
It didn’t take much longer for Devon to go in for the kill. They were looking in each other’s eyes again while her tongue rubbed my cock, when Devon said “Fuck, that looks like it feels good…you folks wouldn’t mind if she just…” He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my wife’s head, grabbed her other arm, and pulled her to his cock. “Just really quick…”
Her mouth was pulled from my dick without warning. He immediately pulled her face to his cock, dragging her into his lap. As she opened her mouth, she quickly squeaked out “Yes please.”
His head pushed past her lips and he grunted “Yes baby.” His head tilted back as my wife slowly tried to fit him in her mouth. He looked at her and said “good girl. Just like that.”
My wife moaned with approval I watched her try to fit just a little bit more in. He was was about halfway down her throat but she couldn’t take anymore. She popped up and several strings of spit hung from her mouth to his cock.
She didn’t wait though and plunged right back down on it. She found a rhythm that made Devon groan with approval and got to work. “She really does suck it good,” Devon said, happy he could find out for himself.
My cock was still raging hard the entire time. I reached out to grab her hand, but Devon grabbed my wrist. “I’m almost there,” he barked, “don’t distract her.”
I sat back against the headboard and watched the sight of Devon’s fingers snake through her hair. I grabbed my dick and started massaging it. The sights heightened the touch. My wife’s butt swaying in her booty shorts, her spit running down his cock, and even Devon’s moans of approval were making me rock hard.
“Fuck yes…just like that…” Devon grunted.
My wife moaned desperately in response and kept up the pace. Devon’s grip tightened in her hair as he pumped her head like a fleshlight. He grunted loudly and growled, “Yes, slut, take it down your throat.” He followed up his order to her with a round of loud grunting. My wife moaned as I watched her swallow in perfect rhythm with Devon’s grunts.
I tried everything I could not to cum. Devon kept a firm grip on her head while slowly pumping the last of his cum into her mouth. Eventually, everything settled down and my wife let his cock drop from her mouth. Devon let go of her hair and ran a hand down her cheek. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. She laughed and sucked his thumb in, giving it a mini suck.
Devon laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. “I’m going to get ready for bed,” he said, “ you folks can leave or stay and finish, but if you crash here, I’m gonna want another blowjob.”
The bathroom door shut and the shower turned on. My wife looked at me rubbing my cock. “Let’s get back to our room!” She whispered excitedly. I nodded and tucked my dick away.
When we got back to the room, she told me to get in bed, naked, and went to bathroom. The door clicked and I started undressing. I pulled the covers down and laid down with my head propped up. I started playing with myself but didn’t get far. My wife sauntered out of the bathroom naked and crawled seductively up the bed. As she straddled me, I saw a her pussy literally dripping down on me.
She grabbed my cock and guided me in. We both sighed as she sank all the way down. “Did you like watching me?” she asked quietly in my ear.
“Yes,” I eked out. I started moving my hips in rhythm with hers.
“Did it make you hard watching him take my mouth?” she followed with. Blood surged to my dick thinking of her on her knees between Devon’s legs.
“Yes,” I grunted out. I wrapped my hands around her ass cheeks and helped her rock her hips. My cock throbbed inside her.
“It felt so good,” she purred, “I want to feel it spread me apart.” The words sank into my gut and pushed more blood into my dick. “Do you want to see it spread me open?” her question was the last bit I needed to push me over the edge.
“God yes,” I screamed as I exploded inside her.
She moaned and shrieked as my load shot into her. “Fuck yes,” she cried, “I want him to breed me. Would you let him breed me?
It did matter what I wanted. Her pussy milked the words from me along with my load. “Oh god yes,” I groaned, “he can have you however he wants.”
She moaned one last time and started shaking as the last few drops of my cum emptied inside of her. She laid on top of me, slowly rocking her pussy on my shaft, as we both slipped off into sleep.