How a night's fun changes

A few weeks back, we received a message from a couple interested to meet up.

He was described as ‘straight’, her ‘bisexual’. All other attributes looked great and we were certainly in the right age group. We shared some common interests and after chatting for a while, arranged to meet at a bar in the hotel they’d planned to stay at for the night.

We arrived earlier than the eight o’clock meeting time and began with some sexy cocktails.

People came, people went. Local white collar execs, delegates of what appeared to be a conference held there, and staff stopping by before leaving for home. But few resembled the couple we’d planned to meet.

Getting onto nine, the bar started to clear out, presumably the delegates had either returned to their conference or gone to bed for the night. We began to think the couple weren’t coming when two, fitting the description to a tee entered the bar lounge area and took up seats about ten metres away.

They were laughing around as they walked, checking the place out and deciding upon their first drinks.

The waiter assisted and took their order and returned immediately with two Champagnes.

‘This is odd’ I thought. Maybe it wasn’t them? I had to admit, their tee-fitting descriptions could probably have described 10% of the population.

I smiled their way a few times during the course of their second round of drinks when they lifted from their seats and came across.

“May we join you?” the guy asked. “Sure” I said, moving the seat closest to me out.

“Staying here tonight?” he asked. “No, just swinging by for a couple of drinks, then whatever” I replied.

We chatted for a while. He’d told us of traffic problems getting into town and the fact they were staying at the hotel and that half their evening had been consumed by congestions.

The guys chatted to each other, the ladies; same.

His wife was wearing a very smart business-type suit; short skirt and matching jacket. Beneath appeared to be a body stocking, no bra and she had no problems at all letting the jacket open while she leaned back and forth chatting from her seat.

He had the Miami Vice look, stylish suit and Versace T shirt underneath.

We were dressed equally as smart: she, a cocktail/clubbing dress and me a combination cocktail/smart casual look.

I dared not mention AMM because as it was, we were getting like a house on fire. We talked for ages and consumed copious amounts of alcohol but of course the notion of them being the couple we’d planned to meet was always on my mind.

At eleven o’clock, we were the only people in the bar. The waiter came over and offered ‘last drinks’ when the couple suggested we take a ‘roady’

“Let’s order, we’ll take them up to the room with us”

There was the opening that seemed to take for ever to announce!

We agreed. The girls meanwhile were quite loose and grog-filled. They giggled around while the men paid attention to that, probably more than the conversation we were having with each other.

“I’m feeling toey babe” his wife said to him. “I’m a bit that way too” he replied, “How about you guys?” he asked.

“I’m for up for party” I said, looking at my wife who had the ‘I want to know where this is going’ look.

The guy began to become more outspoken, like a leader of the party of types. But considering it was their room, we stayed low and let him say what he wanted to say.

In readiness to make a move, our chairs had become disorganised and it was the men now talking to the women. I spoke to her; she was nervous and a little reserved. Listening to him speaking to my wife at the same time, I understood they were essentially looking for another female to join them ‘but it’s OK if your husband wants to come and watch’ I heard.

I knew this would throw my wife off somewhat and she was signalling me that she wasn’t interested… let’s move on.

“You know…” I said, “Maybe we’ll just call it a night. I need to pee, it’s getting late and we’ll grab a cab” (What was I doing???) Leave? But I knew my wife wasn’t comfortable – so be it, and off I went to the men’s room.

Moments later, the guy walked in.

We spoke for a few minutes and agreed to tie the night up. I don’t think the outcome was what either of us expected. As horny as both of became perving at each other’s partners!

***

We all left together: them, to the elevators; us to the hotel lobby’s cab rank.

“I need some fresh air” my wife said, “Let’s walk a bit and hale a taxi from the roadside when we’re ready.

“Good idea” I said. We walked easterly, talking about the evening (and what could have been) taking a look through the windows of the closed shops.

We hadn’t done this in a while – was good to be out and about without time constraints and stroll around as it be. Doormen of nightclubs tried to entice us in but we figured we’d drunk enough and the coolish night walk was better than being humped up in a corner of a busy nightclub bar, so we dismissed the idea.

Ten or fifteen minutes of walking brought us to a livelier, vibrant part of town. Restaurants were still open (and yes, we were starving!) and more and more people were around.

“Do you want to eat?” I asked my wife. “Oh yes!” she replied.

We’d been to a Middle Eastern restaurant nearby before, and it was great. I mentioned it and pointed off in the general direction which we were heading.

Almost instantaneously we began to pass Adult Shops – quite a few in a row I might add. We stopped, we jested “You’d look good in that costume” I said in a half-jokingly way as we peered through the window to take a look at the goodies.

“You wish” she said.

“Of course I do!” I said, “I always wish” I added whilst giving her a touch up on the bum.

“Let’s go in, it might be fun” she said. “I’m right behind you…” I said, arm around her waist leading her to the door before she could change her mind.

I’m not sure how they get the stuff they have into these shops. It was jam packed. Floor to ceiling… magazines, toys, outfits, posters – I’m sure you’ve seen them???

Then, a very large sign toward the rear that read VIDEO BOOTHS

We wondered aimlessly pretending to look at the things on display but I’m sure both of us were heading to these booths we knew little about.

A smallish out-cove type set up had about five each side of the room. I led the way to the last cubicle on the left and checked there was no one in it. It was empty.

“Let’s have some fun” I said. I got a strange look but a reply that said “I’m horny, lets take a look”

$2 got you a glimpse and perhaps a preview of things to come. We started watching, thinking how very absurd this must look to anyone who isn’t into this type of thing; we felt like teenagers doing something wrong for the first time 

Using the majority of the coins I had in my pocket, we were well into it. But nothing more than you’d see for free in the internet. But it was all about the place, the time and the atmosphere… we were very excitable.

Make the most of it I thought!

The cubicle was quite dark, the only reflection of the room you had was from the video screen itself.

I raised her short dress and lowered her underwear and began running my hands up and down her front and backside as we eased into things. She undid the top part of her dress to allow her boobs to come free. Within seconds, the dress itself sat around her waist and I began to lick the areas exposed while she stood and watched the video.

A firm bolt on the door assured us that no one could barge in.

It was a great feeling; in public, but private enough that any inhibitions one had beforehand could be thrown out and total concentration could be had without the risk of being accused of ‘doing the wrong thing’. Hard to explain, but made us extremely excited!

I dropped my pants to let the ‘fella’ spring out. And spring it did. She immediately grabbed hold of it and started to give it a forceful tug.

I don’t know about you, but I find it hard to contain myself in situations like this. In a shop, and she’s almost naked and we’re about to have sex???

I had three fingers inside her and was licking her tummy. Every now and then I had to reach to my pocket to find another coin to insert into the slot. Please, please don’t run out of coins now! I thought.

I’m a self-confessed clit man; I just love them and everything about them. Even though my wife isn’t hell bent on receiving oral, I really wanted her clit at the end of my tongue. It felt larger than normal and whilst her leg was raised against one of the walls of the cubicle, I couldn’t resist it any more.

I delved lower and had it between my lips.

“Don’t make me come before I take you inside me” she said.

I knew that any more than a minute or so will bring her to climax so I eased and teased. Meanwhile something to my left caught my attention; a cock or glory hole through which I could see a keen eye.

He (presumably the person on the other side) and I did a ‘double-take’. Looked once, turned away and looked back.

Holy fuck I thought!

Both he and I immediately stood up, I think startled by each other. I said nothing…

I started to kiss my wife who was more than ready to take cock. She’d quit the pill some time back and although it could be said that risk of conception is minimal (because of the area and time of month), it was going to be difficult to decide if we go full on or whether my jiz will join those who created the sticky ground beneath us.

Either way, I had to have her against the wall and me deep inside her. Even if it meant I pull out.

She was more than ready, though the video had stopped minutes ago.

I kept a watchful eye on the hole and although she hadn’t even noticed it, not surprisingly a long slender, hardened cock shone through. Just like a coat-hook!

Having bumped it a few times, she still hadn’t realised it was there until I innocently pointed it out.

“It’s a stiffy!” she whispered. “Through a hole!” she added.

I was beside myself, trying to be surprised and not showing too much amusement. “Well yeah, it’s a stiff cock” I whispered back.

The cock was quite long – ten inches plus, average to slender with a sharp head in it. It was creaming pre-cum and just sat there, like a statue.

“I’m thinking we’re supposed to do something with it” I said.

Well, with that she went crazy. She took juices from her fanny into her hands and began massaging his cock. The guy on the other side could easily be heard through the thin walls; moaning and groaning. This turned her on even more.

The veins in my own cock meanwhile suggested there was little blood left in my head!

She wanted him – something I was sure of. So I spun her around; bent her toward me and motioned her back onto his cock. She took him in an instance.

She up righted and embraced me while he was doing her from behind. It was fantastic… he was going hell for leather, she was screaming in my arms with pleasure. We kissed like crazy enjoying every bit of it.

I placed my hand between her opened legs and could feel him sliding in and out. And given the wall was only about a centimetre thick, she pretty well had every part of him well up inside her. I could feel him through her tummy, as he pushed and pulled.

The shunting against the wall became faster and louder, like he’d almost come through it when he gave out a scream of bliss as he blew his load… She toyed with the idea of pulling away but it was too late, he creamed her good and deep.

Unbeknown to us, there was a queue at the guy’s door as to whom would be next. The guy left and another quickly entered, immediately shafting his cock through the hole.

She was done, but I still had a load to go.

I turned her face-about and entered her from behind, motioning her mouth to the new cock in the wall.

She was reluctant to take it but knowing I was on edge of orgasm, did so until I screamed with orgasm; my juices joining those of the previous love maker.

We limped out of the shop admired by those waiting in line.

Her panties were left hanging on the cock that didn’t get to finish the job as we took a cab home from outside… So sorry about that, but enjoy!

“By gee, those walls do have some bulges in them” she said. “Isn’t it great a tradesman hasn’t come along and taken them away?” I replied, sheepishly.

We’ve been back once since then… similar experience, happy to share!


Ps. Oh, the cab driver watched more than the road on the ride home!