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The Stranger

It had been a while since we explored role-playing, so we came up with the idea of checking into a trendy hotel with a lively bar scene and music. Our plan was to pretend to meet for the first time at the bar as strangers, with the playful challenge of seeing if we could create a connection and invite another man into our bedroom to fuck her brains out.

It had been over five years since we’d indulged in something like this, but it didn’t take long to find a willing, young gentleman. My wife, with her irresistible curves and a striking resemblance to Salma Hayek with her big fake tits, small waist and tight round ass, has always been a magnet for attention. Her sultry allure and big tits and ass made it easy to find a strange eager to join in on our playful, forbidden adventure.

That evening, we checked into the hotel and ordered room service, the excitement thick in the air as we prepped for our adventure. My wife slipped into the red bandage dress that drives me wild—so tight it left little to the imagination, clinging to her every curve and just covering her ass, she definitely could not bend over with our exposing her ass. She topped it off with six-inch red-bottom heels that made her legs look impossibly long, her confidence radiating as she turned to face me. I could barely contain myself, knowing what the night had in store."

Underneath the dress she wore a seductive little black bra set, from Honey Birdette, that included a black tong, a delicate piece of lingerie that was as tantalizing as it was risky. She knew the dress she'd picked had a tendency to ride up when she leaned over the bar, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of someone catching a glimpse of what lay beneath. I couldn’t keep my eyes off and hands off her.

My wife, radiant in her red short dress, walked toward the hotel bar with a quiet confidence that made my heart race. The dress clung to her figure just enough to leave little to the imagination, and I could see the playful glint in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder, knowing exactly what she was about to set in motion. The anticipation between us thickened with every step she took, as I gave her a 30-minute head start, letting her weave her own story for a while, building the tension that would soon unfold.

I stood at the opposite end of the bar, my eyes locked on her every movement, mesmerized by how effortlessly she captivated the room. Men, unable to resist her allure, flocked toward her like moths to a flame, each one eager to offer her a drink or make conversation, their voices dripping with interest. I could see the playful glint in her eyes as she responded, her laughter light but laced with something that hinted at deeper intrigue. The way she toyed with them, making them beg for just a moment of her attention, was nothing short of intoxicating. Watching her in control, effortlessly drawing them in, stirred something primal in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was truly thinking, the anticipation of what was to come driving me wild.

Finally, I noticed the shift in her attention. She had sifted through all the suitors, effortlessly dismissing them one by one, until her gaze locked onto someone new. A 6'2" handsome white guy with chiseled features and a confident air about him. Alex. The way he stood, tall and composed, exuded an effortless charm that immediately seemed to draw her in. There was no doubt—he was good-looking, but it wasn’t just his appearance that held her attention. It was the way he looked at her, his eyes dark with interest, as though he knew exactly who she was and what she wanted. She responded with the slightest tilt of her head, an invitation, or maybe a challenge. The tension crackled in the air as they exchanged words, his smile genuine but laced with something more. I could feel the electric pull between them from across the room, and the thought of what might unfold next stirred something deep inside me.

I couldn't look away as I watched them—the way Alex stood tall, leaning in just a little closer, his every move purposeful as he and my wife exchanged soft words. The spark between them was undeniable. I needed to escalate it, to push the tension even higher. Without breaking my gaze from them, I signaled the bartender, a silent command. Moments later, two shots arrived at their table. As they slid in front of them, I held their eyes across the room, my stare lingering with a heat that couldn’t be ignored. My wife caught my look first—her lips curving into a playful smile, the kind that spoke volumes without saying a word. Then, Alex. I could see the subtle shift in his posture, his curiosity piqued as he felt the weight of my gaze on him. His eyes briefly flickered to hers, and the air between us crackled. They both reached for the shots at the same time, their fingers brushing. The simple motion felt like an invitation, a silent challenge. My mind raced, wondering just how far this game would go, and if I’d be able to keep up.

My wife waved me over, a playful smile on her lips after whispering something to Alex. As I approached, I couldn’t help but let the words slip out: “You two make a dangerously good-looking pair. I just had to buy you a drink—hope that’s alright?”

“We just met,” they both chimed in, voices laced with a teasing synchronicity.

Alex leaned in slightly, his confidence unmistakable. “You’re welcome to join us… if you can keep up.”

“Only if I get the next round,” I countered, my voice low and smooth.

The tension thickened as we dove into conversation, each word laced with a subtle heat. Glances lingered a little too long, touches became more deliberate, and soon the air around us crackled with an undeniable electricity. The flirtation danced on the edge of something deeper—something thrillingly dangerous.

Are you wearing any panties?" Alex's question hung in the air, a silent dare that seemed to echo through the bustling bar. His hand was a warm, insistent presence, sliding up my wife's thigh, hinting at the tantalizing mystery beneath her skirt. She shot me a look, a smoldering cocktail of excitement and challenge. I felt my heart race, the thrill of the unexpected washing over me.

With a seductive smile, she whispered, "Why don't you find out?" Her fingers traced the edge of her cocktail glass, sending condensation trickling down the side. Then, ever so slowly, she twisted on the stool, giving Alex a clear view of the black lace that barely contained her. His eyes darkened with lust as he leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

He slid his hand higher, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as it lifted. My wife's eyes never left mine, the connection between us growing stronger with every shared moment of this illicit dance. His fingertips grazed the lace, and she gasped softly, her legs parting just enough to give him access. He slipped a finger beneath the elastic band, his touch sending shivers through her body.

"How big are your tits?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could censor them. The question hung in the air, raw and carnally honest. Alex smirked, his hand retreating from its daring exploration to cup one of her tits over her dress, giving it a gentle squeeze. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"They're a 36C," she said, her voice low and inviting. "Would you like to see them?"

I'm sure they'll be worth the trip up to my room,” she said.

Without even thinking, instinct took over—we both knew exactly where this was headed. Our eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding passing between us, that said let’s go fuck this chick. No words were needed; the tension spoke louder than anything we could’ve said.

After closing our tabs, the three of us rose from the bar stools, the heat of our desire palpable as we moved through the crowded room. The music seemed to pulse in sync with our racing hearts, the dim lights playing across our bodies like shadows dancing in the night. Alex's hand remained on her ass, his fingers tracing patterns that had her squirming with anticipation. I could see the outline of his bulge pressing against his pants, thick and demanding.

As the elevator doors slid shut, we didn't waste a moment. Alex and I were like magnets drawn to my wife's voluptuous curves. My hands claimed her tits, feeling the soft weight of them in my palms, the hardness of her nipples against my fingertips. I watched as Alex's hand disappeared beneath her skirt, cupping her firm ass cheek and giving it a squeeze. She moaned into my mouth, her hips rocking back into his touch.

Lifting her skirt, he exposed her black g-string to my eager gaze. The flimsy fabric barely covered the sweet, round globes of her ass, leaving a tantalizing gap that revealed her smooth, creamy skin. His hand slid lower, the fabric of the thong stretching taut across her plump pussy lips. She gasped as he traced the line of her crack, teasing the sensitive flesh. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, begging for release.

When we entered the room, she announced she needed to freshen up. She slipped into something more comfortable, and entered the bathroom, leaving us both panting and eager. The anticipation grew as we could hear the faint sounds of her undressing. A moment later, she emerged, her gorgeous figure adorned in nothing but her black bra, matching panties, a garter belt, and heels. The sight of her made my cock ache even more. She had a knowing smile on her face, one that told me she knew exactly how much this was driving us wild.

Alex and I couldn't help but stand there, taking her in, our eyes feasting on every inch of her. She sauntered over to the bed and sat down, patting the mattress invitingly. "Well, are you guys just going to stand there, or are you going to take off those clothes?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire. It was a command and an invitation rolled into one, and we both knew what she was asking.

As we undressed Alex, his huge cock sprang free, a testament to his excitement. It was thick and veined, standing proudly about 8 plus inches. I was definitely not expecting it to be that thick and big. My wife's eyes widened in appreciation, her own desire clearly reflected in her gaze. She dropped to her knees before him, her red-painted lips parting to take his hung cock into her mouth. The sight of her sucking on his cock sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.

Alex groaned as she worked him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his dick, teasing the sensitive slit before sliding down the length of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with her mouth. She looked up at him, her dark eyes full of mischief and need, and I could see the power she held in that moment—his pleasure was hers to give and take.

While she was busy with Alex, I couldn't resist the urge to explore her further. I knelt behind her, my hands tracing the curves of her ass before slipping beneath the elastic of her panties. I found her wet and ready, her pussy practically begging for attention. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her quiver around me, and began to pump gently in rhythm with her movements. The sound of her moans mingled with Alex's groans, creating a symphony of lust that filled the room.

As Alex grew closer to climax, I could see the tension in his body, the way his abs tightened and his hips jerked. My wife knew it too; she pulled back, leaving him just on the edge, and turned to me with a smirk. "It's your turn, darling," she said, her voice thick with desire. I stepped forward, my cock begging for her touch, and she took me in her mouth, her eyes never leaving Alex's.

Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she worked me closer to the brink. Alex watched, stroking himself as he enjoyed the show, his hand moving in time with her mouth. The room was alive with the sounds of our passion, the scent of sex heavy in the air. It was a heady mix of power and desire that had us all spiraling out of control.

I knew we were getting close, the tension in the room palpable, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable. My wife released my cock from her mouth with a soft pop, and stood, her own need clear in the way she trembled. She took of her bra exposing her perfect fake tits, and pushed Alex on the bed on his back and straddled him, her panties now a soaked mess that she shimmied off and parting them to the side, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. With one slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto his big cock, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. I could see the whole he was going to leave every time he pulled out.

Their groans of pleasure melded together as she began to ride him, her movements sinuous and hypnotizing. I watched, my hand on my own cock, stroking in time with her bouncing tits, and Alex reaching out to grab them and squeeze them. Her eyes locked on mine, a silent promise that she was mine, that she was doing this for us. The sight was almost too much to handle, and I felt my orgasm building, a volcano of pleasure waiting to erupt.

As they found their rhythm, I lubed my cock up, with the lube she left by the bed side, and I moved behind her, my cock sliding into the slick heat of her ass without resistance. She moaned, the sensation of being filled in both holes pushing her closer to the edge. We moved in perfect harmony, our bodies creating a dance of lust that we had choreographed over years of passion. I could feel Alex's cock through the thin barrier of her walls, his movements echoing in my own as we claimed her together.

“I can’t believe this is happening!, “ Alex yelled, as he squeezed my wife’s tits hard.

The three of us moved as one, our breathing ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. The tension grew, each thrust bringing us closer to the brink. And when the climax finally hit, it was like something we hadn’t felt in a while —a symphony of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel. Our cries of ecstasy filled the room, our bodies trembling in the aftermath of our shared release, and cum coming out both her holes, and collapsing to the bed.

For a moment, we all just lay there, our hearts pounding in unison, the air thick with the scent of sex. Then, my wife leaned over Alex, her breasts bouncing with the effort, and whispered, "Happy anniversary, baby," before kissing me deeply. Our eyes met, and in that moment, we knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our love story.

Alex's words, "It's not over," echoed in the quiet aftermath of our shared orgasm. His cock, which had momentarily gone soft, began to stir once more, growing harder and more insistent against my wife's thigh. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes glittering with excitement, a challenge in her smile.

Meanwhile, Alex stood up and with surprising strength, he lifted her up, her legs dangling in the air, and carried her over to the large window that overlooked the city. He pressed her big tits against the hotel window exposing her to the city, and got behind her.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Alex murmured, his voice strained with lust as he pushed her hips back to meet his, his large cock sliding into her wet pussy. She took his cock balls deep and her moans grew louder with every thrust.

Their rhythm grew more frantic as we both approached a second peak. Alex's grip tightened on her waist, his strokes becoming more erratic, and I could see her pussy clenching around my cock as she climbed towards her own climax. Her moans grew more desperate, as began ramming it hard and hard into her pussy lifting her off the ground with every thrust.

My wife's eyes widened with pleasure, her pupils dilating as she pushed back onto Alex's cock, her juices glistening on his shaft as he pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back in, filling her completely. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, a symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with each passing second.

As Alex fucked my wife from behind, I couldn't help but reach down to stroke my own cock, the sight of them together rekindling the fire in my loins. Her ass cheeks jiggled with the force of his thrusts, and the view of her body stretched out before me was more than I could bear. I watched as she began to quiver, her legs tightening around his waist, and I knew she was on the brink of another mind-shattering climax.

"Fuck me harder, with that big cock," she begged, her voice a needy whine that sent shivers down my spine. "I want to feel you cum deep inside me."

Alex didn't need any further encouragement. He gripped her hips and pounded into her with all his might, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased their shared peak. The tension in the room was palpable, the very air seeming to crackle with the electricity of their passion.

Finally, with a roar that was part triumph, part primal need, Alex buried himself deep inside my wife as he erupted, filling her with his hot seed. The sensation of his orgasm triggered her own, and she screamed out her pleasure, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she came with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel.

Before she had a chance to fully come down from her high, I gently but firmly guided her to the edge of the bed, her legs still trembling. My cock was rock-hard once more, and I knew exactly what I wanted. With a wicked grin, I positioned myself between her legs, her pussy still dripping with their combined juices. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure and lust, and nodded eagerly.

With one swift motion, I plunged my cock into her wetness, her warmth enveloping me like a warm embrace. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned my name, her body already primed and ready for more. I began to pump into her, my strokes deep and deliberate, savoring the feeling of her pussy tightening around me.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples standing at attention as she reached down to pinch and play with them. The sight was almost too much to handle, and I found myself getting closer to the edge once again. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the pressure mounting until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final, powerful thrust, I let go, my cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into her already-filled pussy. She screamed in pleasure as I emptied myself inside her, the warmth of my seed mixing with the evidence of our earlier passions. Our eyes locked, and I watched as her own orgasm took hold of her, her pussy clenching around me in a delicious vice as she came for the third time that night.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and desire, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our climax. Alex lay beside us, his own chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. My wife rolled over, her breasts jiggling with the movement, and leaned in to kiss me deeply. "Thank you, boys," she murmured against my mouth, her voice a sultry purr. "We definitely need to do this again."

The thought of repeating this night, of inviting more strangers into our intimate world of passion, sent a fresh jolt of excitement through me. But she had one more request. "But now," she said, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "I need to get my beauty sleep." Her voice was still thick with lust, but there was an undeniable note of finality.