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She entered the hotel room from the bathroom dressed all in black: boots, thigh high stockings, lacy panties, a short, sheer babydoll dress and—of course—bondage bracelets. She walked up to her husband. He chose her attire for the evening and she looked like hot sex. He was wearing jean and a black T-shirt. Having never done this before, his wife (Mrs. S) was nervous, a little self conscious, and already aroused.
“Ready?” he asked his wife with a grin.
“Sure.” she said with as much confidence as she could muster up.
He turned her around to face her guest. They had just met in person a few hours earlier in the hotel bar. A couple of drinks later, she was now in their room, sitting in a chair across from them. She adjusted her dress, leaned back and crossed her legs as she anxiously awaited the show.
Standing behind his wife, Mr. S grabbed each of her wrists and placed them behind her back, clasping them together. He held her hips, tapped his foot against the inside of hers and whispered, “Spread your legs.” She shifted her weight and spread her feet apart. He took a fistfull of her long, black hair and turned her head to kiss her—long, and aggressive. Their tongues entwined as his hand explored the front of her dress. He turned her head forward to face their guest, as his kisses moved down her neck. But now, a little softer,
seductively teasing her. His left hand moved up and down her hip, lifting her dress a little each time. He reached down to feel her stockings and back up to squeeze her ass. He moved down her neck and gave her shoulder a gentle bite.
Letting go of her hair, he brought his hand around to her small, firm breasts. He traced the underside with his finger, and whispered in her ear, “Are you watching her?”
“Yes.” Mrs. S replied.
One hand groped her breast, while the other pulled at the hem of her dress. He slowly raised it—rubbing her thighs as he did so—until their guest could clearly see her panties. Mrs. S could almost feel the gaze as her arousal grew.
The guest took a moment to stare between the legs of Mrs. S before looking up to meet her eyes. She shifted in her seat again, uncrossed her bakire porno legs and spread them slightly. Mrs. S looked down to watch her guest expose more of her thighs. Mr. S pinched her nipple, visible through her sheer dress. He sucked the flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Mrs. S let a small moan escape her lips as she squirmed.
Mr. S pulled his wife’s dress higher and traced the edge of her panties with his finger. He saw that his guest was following every move with her eyes.
Suddenly he turned his wife around. Again he grabbed her hair and kissed her lips. With his free hand he lifted her dress. He exposed to their guest her ass, barely covered by her panties. He squeezed, spreading her cheek. Then he paused for a moment to remove his shirt, showing off his athletic build.
Mr. S then knelt down in front of his wife. He hiked her skirt up more and moved his fingers under the band of her panties. He slowly pulled them down. Over her hips, down her thighs and stockings and around her ankles. He gently lifted each of her boots and tossed the panties to the side. Now only his wife’s hands—bound at the wrists—were covering her ass from their guest.
With his wife exposed, he held her in place at the hips. Mr. S kissed her thigh, again and again, slowly making his way up between her legs. With his lips, he pulled on the small patch of hair above her clitoris. He then teased her with a lick, from the folds of her lips up to her clit. From this angle, their guest could only see Mr. S’s hands clawing at his wife’s ass and thighs. But her moans revealed that she was being pleasured.
He licked her one last time before standing up and turning her around. From behind, he placed his hand on her inner thigh. He felt the wetness on her leg. He whispered in her ear, “spread them.” She complied. Her husband lifted her dress up around her hips. Mrs. S watched as her guest’s eyes fixated on her smooth pussy. Mrs. S felt so dirty that her husband was showing her pussy to another woman. She wondered if their guest could tell how wet she was in the dimly lit room.
Their guest—looking straight into the eyes of Mrs. evli porno S—spread her leg wider. Mrs. S was flush with excitement. She could now see all the way up her guest’s skirt. She watched as her hand moved over her small, black panties—slowly circling her pussy with her two fingers.
Mrs. S needed her clit touched and her husband knew it. But her hands were bound and he was not done playing. One hand pulled down the top of her dress, briefly displaying her breast. The other in front of her, teased her pussy. He rubbed around her lips, occasionally brushing over her clit. It was just enough to stimulate, but fell short of satisfaction. It was driving Mrs. S crazy. Her breath was heavy. Their guest moved her hand under her panties. She watched as Mrs. S squirmed toward her husband’s hand, trying in vain to force him to stimulate her. She needed release.
Finally, her husband whispered, “You’re ready.”
She moaned, “Yes.”
He unclasped her bracelets, freeing her hands and ordered, “Play for our guest.”
He moved to the side allowing her to sit on the couch behind them. He sat next to his wife and handed her a large vibrator. Mrs. S bit her bottom lip as she switched the power on. He placed his hand on her leg, and forced her to spread wider so their guest would have a nice view.
Finally! And it wasn’t going to take long for Mrs. S to cum. Her buzzing vibrator slid over her wet pussy. She made no attempts to quiet her moans.
The guest stood up in front of the couple and lifted her dress above her hips. She hooked both sides of her panties and pulled them to the floor. As she sat down, she lifted her dress again, making sure they got a clear view of her cleanly shaved pussy. She leaned back, spread her legs and resumed playing. Shifting from rubbing her clit to burying her fingers deep inside.
This put Mrs. S over the edge. Her husband knew she was close. “Cum for her!” He ordered.
Mrs. S’s moans intensified as her climax built. This woman across from her was going to watch her most vulnerable moment, and she couldn’t contain herself. She was going to cum to in front of a stranger.
“Cum fake taxi porno for her!” He demanded.
“I’m cumming!” She screamed, looking directly her guest. “Fuck! I’m cumming!”
She arched her back, writhing and moaning as she came.
Mr. S ripped off his jeans and threw his wife down on the couch. He twisted her on her side so she could still watch her guest. He climbed on top of her, her bottom leg locked between his, he held the other in the air. He pressed his thick, 8 inch cock against her pussy and kissed her hard on the mouth. He then turned her head back to face their guest.
Leaning in close he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. “What do you want me to do to you?” he asked
“Fuck me.” She answered staring at the stranger masturbating in front of her. “Please fuck uhhh!”
He thrusted his cock into her before she could finish her words. Her moans turned to screams as he fucked her hard.
Their guest was frantically rubbing her clit as she watch Mrs. S get fucked by her husband. She watched his cock ramming into her soaked pussy. She watched her small tits swaying with the motion. She locked eyes with a wife drowning in pleasure. Mr. S fucked his wife harder and harder as his climax built. The guest was moaning, gyrating her hips, fucking herself. Mrs. S let out a scream as her husband slammed his cock into her as far as it would go, his cock exploding with cum. The guest could no longer contain herself. She too screamed out as she came in her own hand.
They all laid where they were, catching their breath. Mr. pulled his cock out of his wife. Cum dripped down her thigh.
After a moment, their guest stood up and brushed down her skirt. She picked her panties up off the floor and pushed them into her purse. She walked toward the couple still collapsed on the couch. She leaned over and with open lips, slowly kissed his wife on the mouth. She broke the kiss, said, “Thank you.” and turned towards the door.
“Please let me know the next time you’d like to have fun.” she said as she let herself out.
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