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Bud & Joanne Story About 6:00, I went to the nice bar at the Hotel Northampton to grab a drink after work. There were a number of people at the bar and I found an open seat down at one end. I ordered a glass of red wine, Merlot, and started to relax. I noticed a lovely single older lady sitting at the bar, already a drink in her hand and looked to be alone and glancing around the room. There was a basketball game on TV but it didn't hold much interest for me. Pretty soon a guy about my age came and sat down next to me. We acknowledged one another and I went back to my wine. That's when he asked if I was staying at the hotel. I told him I'd stopped to relax after work and of course I asked if he was here on business or pleasure. He said he and his wife enjoyed visiting different places and staying a night or two to shop and have some fun. I asked where his wife was and he slowly pointed to the attractive lady I noticed earlier sipping a mixed drink half way up the bar. "What are you doing down here if you have such a pretty wife sitting there?” I asked. "Well", he said, "she likes to flirt with other men and it's more difficult if her husband, me, is sitting right there... so I give her some space and then come join in the conversation. Sometimes she says I'm her husband and other times she makes out that I'm another stranger at the bar." "And you're okay with that?" was my next question as I eyed his attractive wife now smiling in our direction. I looked at him and then at her and couldn’t wipe the big smile off my face. I saw that she lowered her eyes as if she wasn't watching but I knew something was up and I was going to help move it along. "Your wife is very pretty", I said before he could answer my last question. "Maybe I'll go have a talk with her and see just how much she wants to flirt." "Oh you can't be that blatant about it but you could send her a drink." That's not blatant?" I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on his wife. “What's your wife's name in case I make it over there?" "Joanne... and I'm Roger, but call me Bud, everyone else does." "Well Bud, you've got a hot wife and I'd really enjoy it if you simply introduced me. Let's invite her over and have a drink on me. She knows you're talking with me, right, so she must know what you tell strangers... doesn't she?" "She knows I enjoy watching her get excited..." Her drink arrived from the bartender and she raised it in a salute to Bud and me. I raised my glass, smiled and then motioned for her to join us. She turned to the man trying to talk with her and excused herself from the bar and carried her drink to stand behind us. Bud got up from his bar stool and Joanne sat up to the bar between us. It was awkward because she turned her head to Bud for a moment and smiled at him before turning toward me, her left knee rubbing against my right knee. We both looked down and then smiled a knowing smile. We still haven't spoken and yet we raised our glasses and clicked them. The back of my fingers nudged the back of her fingers as our glasses touched. It was a long pause and I knew she held it as long as she dared. I started to introduce myself, tell her my name, when she put her finger to my lips and shuck her head 'No!' I stopped and smiled at her desire for our meeting to be a strangers rendezvous despite the fact her husband was seated at the next bar stool. She was a very attractive women, appeared to take very good care of herself, I'd even suggest she worked out at the gym on a regular basis. Her eyes twinkled as she sipped her drink. Our knees remained touching. There must have been something about her husband talking to me ahead of time that made her feel open enough to start our non-conversation with our knees rubbing slightly against one another. If this was the way it was going to be… I wanted more. I leaned toward her and as I started to whisper in her ear, my left hand came to rest on her right knee. She didn't pull back or slap my hand or face for that matter and my whisper lingered as did my hand. I suggested Bud should buy us all one more drink and he called the bartender over for another round. Joanne and I still hadn't started a conversation but she was now facing me full on and I had both hands on her exposed knees. Whenever she glanced down at my hands, I was so bold as to press at her knees as if I was going to part them. She'd look up and simply smile at my inference that she would ever allow such a thing to happen in a public place as her husband was right beside her. It was obvious this was a physical rendezvous not a conversational one. The drinks came and I thanked Bud for getting them and suggested we head to one of the now open tables off in the dimmer corner of the lounge. With Joanne between us we took up seats and leaned back to relax and get to the next step, whatever that was going to be. I slid my hand toward Joanne's knee and watched as Bud smiled and shifted in his seat. Joanne didn't object and I felt it was time to test the waters a little further. Her hem was high enough to reveal her knees and the fabric easily slipped over my fingertips as I curled my fingers and stretched them slightly higher. I wanted to feel her flesh above the nylons but doubted I'd get that far her in the bar. I laid my hand flat against her warmth. I wanted to thrust my hand to the richness above but it was a public place and so I teased with my fingers, raking my nails slightly against her nylons as she and I both saw Bud's eyes on her rising hem...  It had amounted to maybe 5 minutes for me at the bar alone, 10 minutes chatting with Bud and 5 touching Joanne’s knees at the bar… we were at the table less! I asked Bud if we wouldn’t enjoy the drinks upstairs in the quietness of their room. Bud looked ready to run to the room but knew he would need the okay before saying yes. He looked excited and at his sexy wife. She picked up her glass and stood, taking my arm and we lead the way with Bud a few steps behind no doubt hoping to be able to watch the two of us together more intimately for the evening. The elevator is ornate at the hotel and slow. Once the doors closed it seemed to take 10 seconds before you feel the lift jerk to a start. Joanne was still on my arm and slipped forward as the elevator jumped. My free arm captured her and pulled her close so we were face to face. Her chin lifted and I leaned in to kiss her satin lips. For not saying much she had a lovely set of lips and I so wanted to caress them with my fingers, lips and tongue but for this moment I wanted to see Bud’s reaction to this stranger kissing his wife in the hotel elevator before we arrived in the room. This may have been some erotic game they both enjoyed but just how far they took it I wasn’t sure so this was my second test. Joanne is a wonderful kisser and her body pressed into mine, her hands were bold as well and reached past my hips and cupped my butt cheeks as we kissed. Bud was down the hall as soon as the door opened. Joanne and I lingered and I took her hand and followed her husband to their room. Bud didn’t turn on the overhead light, preferring having only the night stand light casting a warm glow through the room. Joanne excused herself and closed the bathroom door. Bud settled into the only arm chair at the left corner of their king bed. I still held my drink and knew Joanne had carried hers to the bathroom. I didn’t want my hand to be cold so I found the dresser and put the drink down. I looked at Bud and decided he had found his viewing spot for the mean time if not for the evening. That’s fine, I’m hardly bashful and if he preferred to watch a stranger with his wife I could live with that although I didn’t know how much his sexy wife was expecting tonight… ------------------- If you liked the story… and Joanne enjoyed the story… all that much better, then let me know and I’ll try and think up something for all three of us to do in the room once Joanne returns and joins us. Will she want just one or both? Will she take one and then bring the other to become a slave to her desires and hidden fantasies? My fingers are anxious to type the next part of the story, anxious to feel the moistness of the moment, touch the heat of desire… share in the scent and taste of this man’s sexy wife! Have an enjoyable evening, Tom ~~~~ Joanne & Bud, I heard the water running before the door opened and Joanne stood in the doorway. She was still fully clothed which was great, I wanted it to be a very slow, delightful process revealing this sexy lady before her excited husband. Joanne took the last sip and carried her drink over to Bud and handed it to him. She then turned and walked to where I was standing beside the foot of the bed. We stood for a moment and I so desperately wanted to kiss her lips, her neck. Instead I took her hands, tugged slightly to encourage her to take the next step, figuratively and literally. If they were new at this sharing and watching I wanted Joanne to be comfortable doing it. It is one thing to have the fantasy and another going through with the reality. Bud was already rubbing the budge through his pants and I guessed if things moved forward as expected he would have his cock in hand soon after. It was time to test Joanne and pull her to me, Wrap my arms around her, hold her so her face rested on my shoulder and she felt my hands caress her shoulders down to her lower back. My lips found her exposed neck and I nibbled for a moment before working my way to her chin and lips. So tender did I kiss her lips, I wanted to draw her lips toward me, wanting me to take her lips and her excitement. I leaned back and her lips followed mine until I stopped and wrapped a hand into her hair and firmly drew her to my lips, passion erupted and hands shifted hers up to my shoulders as our lips shifted one side to the other. Her tongue didn't slip between my lips so I slowly pressed mine between her lips allowing her to accept it as if I was tasting her sex for the first time. My one hand still in her hair to keep her lips firmly planted on mine but my other hand wanted to travel between us. My other hand rode her hip and then upward to her waist, cupping her ribs, she certainly did work out. She responded by turning her body toward me as I pulled her closer. My hand wanted to cup her breast, feel it rise and reach for the buttons. There was a pause, a gap between us and my hand opened and found her breast, firm, through her blouse and bra. I turned slightly to Bud, he was indeed ready to stroke himself but his pants were still on although his belt was now open. "Bud, get up here. I have a task, a pleasant task for you..." He looked puzzled but took one quick rub as if to make the bulge go away and then stood in front of his chair. I kissed Joanne's sweet lips and pulled away and turned her to face Bud. I now stood behind her with both my hands wrapped around her waist. There had to be a moment of 'what's next?' between them but I wasn't going to allow the moment to go unanswered. My hands rose to cup both of Joanne's lovely breasts, my fingers firmly holding them, raising them for her husband to see another man's hands taking his wife. My fingers ran across her erect nipples but they were headed for the top button of her blouse. I wanted to open her, reveal her breast her bra and her desire. It was getting too late to slow down or stop now. My fingers found her top button and I watched as Bud started at my hands working to open his wife's blouse. The top button was done and there was room for one hand to glide under the fabric and over her bra. Her bra was sheer and her nipple raise, hard and she seemed to have a spark go through her body as my thumb and finger found it and slightly closed to feel just how firm she was. I enjoyed the sensation as I suspect Joanne did, her knees almost buckled and I held her back against the rising erection in my own pants. "Bud, come closer. I want you to undo each button for me... slowly; I want the cool air to caress your wife's breast as much as your eyes do." Bud reached for the next button. Having her husband undo his wife's buttons so a stranger can play with her lovely breast was thrilling for me and it seems for Joanne as well. Her chest rose, offering a bigger, better view of her bra with each button her husband opened. Her hands gathered the fabric and tugged it from its tucked place in her skirt. The tails of her blouse now free her bra revealed it was time to sit Bud back down to watch. One last reveal for Bud, I gathered Joanne's hands inside of mine and I raised them to cover her breast, my big hands and fingers holding her hands in place and finally slipping my fingers between hers I gathered the top of each cup and together our collective hands and fingers drew the bra from her breast and down to cup her breast and expose her erect nipples. I held her hands in place until I guide them to cup her breast and erect nipples as if to offer them to Bud. It was too much for him and I said, "Bud, pull your pants down, now, it's okay from here on out..." It took Bud only a moment of initial shyness and then he raised his hips and pushed both pants and underwear down to his knees. His 6" cock jumped and his hand was covering it, slowly stroking as I turned Joanne to me and I feasted my eyes upon her erect nipples and so wanted to kiss them and nibble them and so much more of this lovely lady... ~~~~~ Joanne & Bud, Joanne and I are standing at the foot of the bed watching Bud slowly stroke himself. She turns to me with that look, as if ready to say to Bud just how much she has wanted to feel another man’s flesh against her own. Now is the time, time for Bud to watch and time for Joanne to feel and time for this stranger to taste the sweet delights of Bud’s delicious wife. We sit on the edge of the bed, my hand hold Joanne’s chin and I kiss her. My lips remain on hers as my hands slip her open blouse from her shoulders and away from her body. Her nipples point directly at me and my fingers reach for them. Her hands cross and reach to cup each breast to hold them up, to offer them to both my fingers as well as my mouth. I release her right nipple and kiss the very tip, then gently suck it between my lips, my tongue swirls around her nipple and I feel her hands on the back of my head pulling my face over her breast, my mouth pressed down over her nipple and I am pleased to know this lady wants me to have her nipple, her nipples because she pulls back and turns her upper torso to offer my mouth her left nipple. I look up and her lips cover my parted mouth so she may capture the heat from her own erect nipples. We kiss this time there is passion, lust in her kiss as well as her tongue swirling against my own. We lay back onto the bed. It squeaks and we shift to raise higher up onto the king mattress. Our bodies wrapped, her hands on my back, her leg over my thigh which put my leg between hers and I push myself up so I am over her, my head lowers to return to her nipples but I have a lower destination now. I feel her hips push up against my thigh; she wants to show Bud everything from this point forward. The desire the lust the passion the sheer naughtiness of having another man desire her to say nothing of openly doing it before her husband who is stroking his 6” cock as he watches it happen. There is no turning back at this point. I am beside her again, lower and kissing her nipples and breast but I have a hand free and I wish to explore Joanne. I wish to touch her ankle and slide my hand upward, reaching between her legs and past where our legs are wrapped, I wish to find her bikini panties and discover what color she has chosen for this evening of adventure. I wish to catch the first scent of her excitement… Joanne’s fingers gather the fabric of her skirt and tug it upward, removing it from between us like the blouse tails were tugged from her waist this time revealing well defined thighs and releasing the scent of her lust. It is lust at this point. The sounds of passion have turned into grunts and moans, not of thrusting sex or fucking but of desire, sounds that escape from the body as it builds and seeks relief. But it will take more time to build. I want to savor, smell, taste her delights, make her throw her head back and curl her toe and wrap her fingers in the bed sheets and explode and to do that I slip down further. She knows where I am headed. I have little desire to have this lady’s lips cover my own desires first, when she is the one that that has so much to be explored and tasted. My hands finish pushing her skirt over her hips, she is framed, her sex is framed, her panties as petite as they are - are framed by her skirt above, her toned legs on either side and at this point by my desire below. Her hands gather my head, and pull to try and raise my mouth to her sex but I want a slower journey to paradise. I kiss the inside of her thighs, her fresh scent filling my senses as each kiss travels higher. I want to smell her moist panties, see her panties become moist and release its nectar for me to find my way. I am above her panties now, my mouth, my kiss just inches from that first contact. There is urgency in her hands trying to guide my mouth to her sex, her rapid release but not yet. I want to kiss her bikini panties, her colored, embroidered panties. I want to kiss over her desire then guide my fingertips to the edge of her panties and slip beneath. Feeling the flesh, as moist as my fingers, travel such a short distance but take forever to arrive. I discover her slight fur patch, trimmed and soft. How I will love to feel its texture with my tongue but I still have to open her panties, pull them aside and plunge between her moist lips. Joanne’s legs are parted, my shoulders beneath her legs, raising them to rest on my back as her hands now pull my mouth to her sex. Her panties I have curled my fingers and tugged them to one side to reveal her lips, her glistening lips, perfumed lips, parting lips, wanton lips and so I kiss closer and drag the tips of my finger to aid in opening her sex and my tongue gets its first true taste of Joanne’s desire. Her legs raise up as ho her hips in an attempt to capture my tongue but she need not worry. My tongue wishes to dive as deep as it can reach to swirl her nectar, capture her desire and then run the flat of my tongue upward to circle her swollen clit. It is electric. Her hips thrust and my mouth covers her clit and simply sucks at it for a moment before removing and allowing the cool air to send shocks or contrast to her sex. My hands push her legs wider and my tongue dips between her slightly swollen lips to draw her wetness up again and again until I am ready to assault her sensitive clit with another circle and sucking, repeating until I feel Joanne can no longer hold back, no longer wanting to hold back as if none of this counted if she did not climax but here she is on the edge of the cliff and her husband is stroking, trying to hold back as well to make it last and Joanne can no longer deny her need to CUM for this stranger! Next? |
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