A night on the town - planned/uplanned

A NIGHT ON THE TOWN

We’d been speaking to a number of guys on AMM since New Year and I was getting a little hot-to-trot because we’d not had the opportunity to play up since our last story here. That was, until last weekend when we decided to take up a prize we’d won before it expired.

The prize was a one night stay at a Sydney hotel and as it turned out, a fresh message from a guy in Adelaide said he was also staying at the hotel – the same night.

I hadn’t planned meeting anyone that night, the thought of my wife and me just having a quiet one appealed to us both. But when coincidences raise themselves; when a guy takes the time to message us, you can be sure he’ll be there and not leave us hanging as a few have over the times.

Coincidences are exciting – raw; unplanned, go with the flow stuff. I’d agreed to meet him but made it very clear she’s looking for a quiet one.

He hadn’t had a better offer and said he’ll be there, fun or no fun - A nice, casual and relaxed approach, great for us because I could not promise getting together.

He gave me his mobile number and I locked it in… I’d let him know either way.

Well, maybe the fun had started before we left home for the hotel that night. She slipped into a long dress with a huge split up the crutch; one of my favourites.

It’s black, semi see through number and her reasoning was ‘let’s do it in style’, a few drinks at the bar; let’s go 5 Star.

We took a cab to the hotel and as always, the Bell Boys were keen to open her door hopefully getting a peak at the crutch as she drew her leg to get out. I couldn’t help myself but to race around and see for myself; their eyes widened as the left leg made way to find the ground beneath while the right was still in the cab. The split in her dress opened and for a second or two revealing her pink flesh, as she climbed from the taxi.

Wonderful, I was hoping this was the start to a hot steamy night, with or without the guy from Adelaide.

I knew she was very tired. We’d agreed to take the prize this night if only to get there; relax and crash… and sleep in late the next morning. Having checked-in, we took our things to the room and as luck would have it, we had one of the very few rooms that had a balcony, a large balcony at that. I SMS’d the Adelaide guy to let him know we’d at least arrived.

It was about dusk and we took to the balcony with a bottle of bubbly.

“Your dress looks great” I said.

It was a calf length gown cut very low at the cowl. She wore a neck scarf so if you can imagine, between it and her waist, there was little to hide her chest. She had to lean little before the puppies could be easily seen.

“Thank you!” she said, “I thought I should dress up for the ride even if I’m out of it as soon as we go to bed”

“You had the Bell Boys interested” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked. I added nothing further because the ‘leg-spread’ is something she does; knowingly unknowing. (If you know what I’m saying)

“I’m tired and need to crash” she said. I could see this… she looked tired and given her week, I could understand why.

“Too tired for night-caps at the bar downstairs?” I asked. “No way nightcaps, we should finish this bottle and climb into bed” she replied.

By this time, the guy had SMS’d me back: ‘Great. Let me know where to meet you’. I figured for a moment I had nothing to reply him with.

Ten minutes later, the guy SMS’d again saying ‘I’m at the bar’

Night had fallen and so had she almost. “I’m ducking down to the bar” I said.

“Why?” she asked. “I’m going to grab a couple of Bailey’s & Ice and bring them back up” I replied.

“Yum, that’ll be nice, that’ll will certainly put me to sleep. I’ll undress and get into bed ready” she said.

BUZZZ…. NO! That wasn’t the idea! She was supposed to say “Oh, I’ll come down too, let’s have a drink at the bar’.

I left the room alone and SMS’d the guy back to say I’m coming down.

The bar was quiet with just a few people around, mostly couples and groups but one guy, alone.

He picked me before I picked him and eyed me over. “Drink?” he asked. “Yes, a quickie. I’m taking nightcaps up to the room; we’re very tired and looking like crashing”

“Already?” he asked. “Yea, she’s just too tired. Sorry to muck you around, looks like a quiet night…”

“That’s OK” he said, “I’m kinda tired myself but stay and have a drink with me first”

I did, in fact a couple.

“So, there’s no chance of hooking up?” he asked. “Not looking like it” I replied. “She’s probably already gone to sleep” I said.

“Come with me for a second, I need to take a leak” he said.

Leaving our half full glasses at the table, I followed him to the men’s room where we assigned ourselves troughs next to each other. He unzipped and so did I.

He pulled this monster of a cock from his fly and said “Hold this for a second”

‘Hold it???’ I wondered? I’d need to crane to even get it into my hand!

It was about ten inches in length; two and half inches in diameter and wasn’t even hard!

As he became harder with my holding it, his cock stood out like that of a donkey.

“Not sure she could take this” I said. “Let’s go back to our table and talk about it!”

I was gobsmacked. I’ve never seen a tool this big before.

We arrived back at the table and our glasses had been lifted. “Want another?” he asked. “No… I’d better grab our nightcaps and head on back upstairs” I replied.

“OK. Do you think there’s a chance we can all hook up?” he asked. “I don’t know I’ve been away longer than I said I’d be and she may have already gone to sleep” I said.

“Leave something here” he suggested. “What?” I said… “Leave what, why?”

“Leave something like you’ve forgotten it and I’ll bring it up to your room”

GENIUS

I left my keys. “Nice chatting, we’re in room 1170: hope you have a great night, nice meeting you”

I returned to the room nearly an hour later and noticed a bottle of red opened, next to the bubbly she’d finished off while I was away. “Where have you been?” she asked. “I’ve been worried they wouldn’t serve you!”

In the lead up with talks to this guy, I left the Baileys & Ice on the table. Not to mention the keys.

“The bar was closed so I thought I’d try to find a bottle shop and pick up a bottle of Baileys” “And….?” She concluded.

“No such luck” I answered. I screwed up big time.

“You’ve helped yourself to a red I see, you know what that does to you” I said.

“Yes… puts me to sleep, I know” she answered.

She had undressed completely and climbed onto the bed, very merrily I should add.

“Don’t worry about the drinks, come to bed with me” she said.

I didn’t need much encouragement and stripped off throwing myself against her naked warm body, spooning her from behind.

“You’re wet” I said. “Well yes, you’ve been gone for an hour” she replied.

“You finished?” I asked. “No, nearly, but then I heard you come in” she said.

The lights were still on, but dim. She was on top of the blankets still squirming a little. My now hardened cock was against her cunt lips as she motioned to allow easy entry. In no time all at all, I was deep in her – fucking her from behind in foetal position. The sounds of gushing juices made it all the more erotic.

I could feel her hand going hard at her clit; she was breathing heavily in anticipation of climax. Then I withdrew.

“The train left early!” she said, “Why did you pull out???”

“Turn over, I want you from the top” I said.

We kissed and embraced all the while I was reluctant to sink back into her but I could feel her weakening and becoming disinterested through tiredness.

“Are you up for this?” I asked. “Yes, sorry. I’m just sooo tired, I’m fading. But you keep going, even if I fall asleep, I’ll enjoy it – promise!”

I just got the ‘Pft’ I thought. ‘Pass, I’m out; go your hardest but don’t wake me up kind of thing’. Ouch.

“Let me help you with the light” I said, by covering her eyes with her scarf. She found this quite kinky-like and answered “Sure, OK”

I tied her scarf around her eyes and laid her spread-eagled on the bed and started to pleasure her with my tongue. She half-heartedly gave a snoring reply that suggested she’d either dozed off; else she was in awe of what I was doing, or both.

It didn’t really matter because she likes her sex whether awake or asleep.

She’d become even wetter, indicating she was still enjoying it be it she was still awake or enjoying a very nice wet dream. I wasn’t to know and I’d certainly not wake her to ask. Then, there was a knock at the door.

I’d almost forgotten this guy would swing by, even though he had my keys.

I hopped from the bed and stood behind the door before opening it. “Sir, your drink order” “Oh wow, I’d almost forgotten about it, bring it in please”

I turned quickly to my wife to see if she’d covered herself or at least took a peak from behind the scarf to see what was going on. She hadn’t moved with exception of a small amount of squirming or adjustment. The guy brought the drinks in and placed them on the table.

“What’s happening?” he whispered, “Fuck, that look is sensational, is she awake?”

Before taking him to the door of the balcony, I looked back on my wife and her nipples had become erect suggesting she was very much awake. He and I chatted outside for a couple of minutes when I said “Wait, I’ll go find out”

He watched from the door as I went back to the bed, sucking and pulling at her nipples. She groaned, and more when I slip my hand over her crutch.

She was now dripping and I called him back by the bed quietly to watch her cunt pulsating; knowing she’s about to be filled up.

He looked at me in amazement. Her fanny lips were convulsing and had she not pretended to be asleep, she’d be calling ‘Fuck me!!!’ He just had to have her and ripped his pants off exposing his monster cock again.

Now we’ll see if she’s asleep I thought.

“Go straight for the hole” I said, as she laid spread on the bed. “Go slow till she picks up the pace and then go with the flow.”

He waisted no time in gently climbing onto her, his donkey-cock about to open her up. “Go easy I insisted, suck at her nipples and give her a small kiss on the mouth”

She let out a powerful sigh and ‘umph’ as his knob entered her. She then readjusted her position to begin to allow him to slowly push the rest of him into her whilst sucking his tongue into her mouth.

Half way, she hesitated; moving her body upward in trying resist him. He let up and allowed her to get more comfortable and then went deeper as he thought she was ready for it. Inch by inch, I watched his almost twelve inches penetrate her while she groaned and almost screamed. Then she did, as she took him entirely and a rhythm began to develop.

She raised her legs high to get every bit of him once she had him up hard. He continued to give it to her whilst she yelled and screamed and the more she did, the harder he gave it.

He pulled out quickly and she felt her way around to see where he’d gone. He gently motioned her over and in doing so, took her from behind; causing a huge gape each time he withdrew and plugged it back in.

I rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples whist he wildly fucked her as she began to climax.

She was roaring which also brought him to violent orgasm, blowing his load deeply inside her whilst her cunt muscles gripped his cock during her selfish enjoyment.

There were gasps… sighs, and shared appreciation as each of them fell to the bed in exhaustion. He then dressed, made a quick getaway (leaving my keys), for the door.

I went back into spooning position and entered her like she wouldn’t have even known I was there. It was nice. Sloppy but nice and there I stayed a good part of the night till morning when she awoke and said “I had a dream last night…”

“Was it a BIG dream?” I asked. “And why do you have a scarf around your head?