Last year, my wife and I planned a much-needed escape—a quick trip out of state to unwind. We always pick a hotel that boasts a bar and a pool with a hot tub, perfect for relaxing and letting go.
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After settling into our room with a glass of wine, we got ready to hit the pool. She slipped into an orange two-piece bikini, my personal favorite. The way the fabric clung, especially when wet, accentuated the curves I adored—her subtle cameltoe driving my desire wild.
At the pool, we found three men already swimming. All were impressively toned, showing off chiseled abs, which made my average dad bod feel a twinge of envy. We decided instead to soak in the hot tub.
Once in the warm water, my wife excused herself to grab towels across the room. As she walked past the pool, I casually watched the men, curious if anyone noticed her. One man glanced up, and the look on his face hinted he’d caught sight of her enticing silhouette.
When she returned, I told her about his gaze. She smiled, calling him cute, and I caught her stealing glances his way as well.
Soon, the men climbed out, two of them leaving, but the third lingered, saying he’d join us in the hot tub a while longer. Seizing the moment, my wife adjusted her bikini top just enough for one nipple to peek out. I was instantly rock hard.
He slid into the water beside us, and we made small talk. He was from Italy, visiting the States with his swim team—a detail that explained his impeccable physique. My wife admired his shape, and I noticed his eyes drift to her exposed nipple again. Smiling, he pointed it out. She leaned closer, whispering, “Can you fix it for me?” The electricity between them was undeniable; my cock throbbed with anticipation.
Her hand guided his underwater, placing it upon her thigh. “I’m soaking wet. Feel how wet I am,” she murmured.
I quickly suggested retreating to our room to continue the encounter. My heart pounded in my chest as the elevator doors closed behind us. My wife boldly freed both breasts for our pleasure. The stranger eagerly sucked at her sensitive nipples, fueling the desire mounting between us.
Back in our room, she held his hand, leading him to the bed. She leapt onto it, and he climbed atop, their lips locking in a heated kiss. I stroked myself, captivated by the scene. He slipped off her top and resumed languidly sucking her nipples. Then, moving lower, he slid her bikini bottoms off and began licking her wet folds. She climaxed swiftly and loudly.
He shed his shorts, revealing a cock much thicker and longer than mine. Climbing atop her again, they kissed passionately. She guided him inside, soft moans escaping with a depth I’d never heard before. Watching his cock slowly penetrate her was an indescribable thrill. My mouth watered.
There she was—my wife—completely bare, legs spread wide, trusting this stranger to fill her.
They stayed in missionary, kissing deeply, making love with an intimacy that defied the situation.
Suddenly, his rhythm shifted; he picked up speed, breaths growing sharp. She responded by wrapping her legs around him, signaling her eager consent. He plunged deep and released inside her.
I was stunned. His pulsing balls and shaft withdrew slowly, thick cum dripping from his swollen cockhead, coated in my wife’s slick juices. Her pussy gaped, stretched by a cock far larger than she’d ever known, a small stream of seed trickling onto the bed sheets.
Without missing a beat, I climbed onto her and slid my cock into her warm, cum-filled depths, craving every inch.
The stranger’s cock hovered near her mouth. Without hesitation, she began to lick and suck it clean. Overwhelmed and electrified, I came hard, spilling myself as she pleased him.
Pulling back, I gazed at her glistening pussy, dripping with our combined fluids. Our new friend snapped a quick photo and expressed his thanks for the unforgettable experience. We exchanged numbers, and even now, my wife sends him provocative pictures.
We look forward to our next encounter—with anticipation and excitement.