New York City Area

South Beach

 

“I don't know. I don't really get why you think it would be so fun,” said Leigh Ann.

Roger sat across from his wife in the restaurant. He had mentioned the idea on an impulse after finishing a few glasses of wine. He wasn't sure he could answer her question. “I guess I just like the idea of other guys wanting you as badly as I do. Watching them come up and hit on you in a bar would be pretty hot. It's just a little playful flirting, no harm in that.”

Leigh Ann and Roger were having a great time on vacation.  They had been married for fifteen years, and this trip was their anniversary present to each other. They had spent way too much money booking a room at a gorgeous art deco hotel in South Beach and having spent the money, were determined to have the time of their lives.

Leigh Ann is in her mid 40’s, and even after two children she remained very, very cute with a bubbly, fun loving personality that gave her great appeal.  Until this trip to Florida she had never fully recognized her appeal nor her desire to explore her sexuality beyond the usual bedroom games that she and Roger loved to play.  Leigh Ann is pretty with soft curly blonde hair, blue eyes, a great smile and a certain sense of confidence.  She is not overtly sexy, but rather has a more wholesome “girl next door” type of look.  A soccer mom type of look if you will.  Nevertheless, when she had been out at the pool earlier in the day, Roger noticed lots of men casting inconspicuous glances her way. 

One man was less subtle. He was just a few years older than they were. He was tall, about 6'2″, and he was built like a professional athlete. He had dark hair, but with a bit of gray that hinted at his maturity. He lifted his expensive sunglasses when he walked by Leigh Ann and brazenly checked her out. He stood at the pool bar just a few feet away, ordered a mojito and said hello. While his sunglasses stayed on this time, he seemed to be staring right through Leigh Ann's swimsuit. Roger noticed Leigh Ann smile and say a flirty hello.  He noticed his wife enjoying the attention and smile and flirt with the stranger.  Roger found himself getting aroused watching Leigh Ann flirt.

Roger and Leigh Ann had played many times in the privacy of their bedroom with the idea of Leigh Ann being the submissive lover for a masculine dominant male.  In their fantasies Leigh Ann would do as she was told and would succumb to her hidden desire to be a slut.  Roger would sometimes fantasize about watching Leigh Ann being “taken” by a powerful male, and at other times would imagine that Leigh Ann would go on a date and come home disheveled, having an obvious “just been fucked” look about her.  These were fantasies that had never failed to excite both Roger and Leigh Ann and proved to be the source of many, many powerful orgasms for both of them.  The fantasies usually involved meeting a dominant guy at a bar, while they were on vacation, or when they were simply out for dinner.  Other times the guy would be someone that they met on internet sites geared toward the fantasy.  The fantasy was mostly kept to the privacy of their bedroom, and rarely discussed during daylight hours. 

 

That moment at the pool was the genesis for an idea.  Roger noticed how turned on he became by this man's obvious desire for his wife. Maybe he thought, it would be fun, to expand their “play” to outside the bedroom.  Perhaps they could expand on the fantasy, make it more real and add a new dimension to what clearly excited them both.  What if they walked into a bar separately, her first and then Roger ten minutes later, Leigh Ann seated at a bar, dressed to the nines, and Roger seated in a location where he would not be noticed.  Without a doubt she would attract male attention in no time.  Roger had no doubt, he would be excited watching other men flirt with and hit on his wife. He also thought that it might excite Leigh Ann to know that after fifteen years of marriage and two children, she still had what it took to attract handsome men.

After a little harmless “bar” flirting by Leigh Ann, Roger himself would come up and hit on her. After a little 'stranger meets stranger' role playing between them in the bar, they could go extend the fun in their room. This would all just be a little playful fun for a happy couple.

 

Over dinner that evening Roger broached the subject.  Not sure if it was the wine talking or if he was truly ready to see his wife interact with another guy, Roger nevertheless suggested his idea for an evening of sexy fun to Leigh Ann.

“Will it really turn you on to watch other men hit on me?” asked Leigh Ann.

“I think it will,” said Roger.

“You think?” laughed Leigh Ann.

“Ok, I know,” smiled Roger.

“And what if they want to buy me a drink? Should I let them?”

“I guess, if you think they are handsome,” replied Roger with a playful smirk.

“If they are sexy I might let them buy me two drinks,” laughed Leigh Ann.

“Whatever you want… two drinks, three drinks, they can even buy you breakfast.” They both laughed. However, they both also knew that if they did end up doing this, that it would never go too far. For all their humorous little patter, they were both committed to each other.  Refardless of aroused they both might be this would not go beyond a little flirting in the bar.

“Well… my kinky husband, if I did agree to do this, when would we do it?”

“I guess we could do it tomorrow night, I don't know.”

“Yeah, I'm already a little tipsy,” said Leigh Ann. “Maybe tomorrow night is best.”

It then occurred to Roger that maybe it was the wine that had helped Leigh Ann agree to do this in the first place. After sobering up in the morning, he worried that she might not be so open to the idea.

“Hell, let's just do it tonight,” exclaimed Roger. “Let me pay the bill here, and we'll head back to the hotel. The lobby bar in that hotel is as good a place as any. After a little play time in the bar, you and I will head up for a little alone time in the room.”

Leigh Ann smiled and nodded her head. She ran her slender finger around the rim of the wine glass from which she was drinking before lifting the glass to finish off what was left in the bottom. She reached across the table and grabbed Roger's hands. “Ok,” she said. “Let's do it.”

They discussed logistics in the cab on the way back. When they arrived at the hotel, Leigh Ann would get out of the cab and go into the bar. Roger would then have the cab driver pull up to the hotel just next door before he would get out. By the time he paid and walked over, Leigh Ann will have had about ten minutes to attract some attention. There was no doubt that she would. She wore a short, almost sheer, crepe-paper looking skirt that hugged her hips and showed of the shape of her full ass. Her top was sleeveless and tight-fitting with thin straps. It showed her cleavage and the cool air, or perhaps something else had caused her nipples to harden under her top.

As they approached the hotel, Roger's heart started beating rapidly. He was going to love this. “What should I do about my wedding rings?” asked Leigh Ann, breaking the silence.

“Ummm… I hadn't thought about that. I don't think anyone would mind you wearing them. They'll still hit on you.”

“Just the same, I don't want to wear them. “She pulled them off and handed them to Roger. “You hold them.” She seemed nervous. Her breathing was a little uneasy.

“Honey, we don't have to do this.”

She answered him by leaning towards him and kissing him passionately.

“We're doing it, I really want to see how turned on you are when we get up to the room” she smiled.

The car pulled into the hotel and she stepped out. Roger remained inside as per the plan. Without even a look back, she walked into the lobby. Even the doorman gawked at her as she walked by.

Roger put the wedding rings in his front right pocket. He looked over his shoulder as the cab driver pulled out into the street on his way to the next hotel. When the cab arrived next door, Roger got out and paid the driver. The night was warm, and he was more nervous than he had expected. He double-checked that he had the rings and started walking back to his own hotel. He suddenly stopped himself, deciding to go into this adjacent hotel for a quick drink to settle his nerves before heading back.

Leigh Ann was actually more excited about this little role play then she let on to Roger. It would be an opportunity let her hair down, and it couldn't hurt to spice things up after fifteen years of marriage. While she loved Roger, the thought of having free reign to flirt with men she found attractive had a certain appeal to her and for some reason the power or dominance she would be exhibiting by having Roger see her doing it had a wicked element to it that made her pussy begin to moisten.  She was conservative, but she could also surprise herself at times, and this little adventure was a case in point.

The lobby bar was very nice, and as it was early by Miami standards, it was filling up but still uncrowded. It was dimly lit with a pale blue light, and it opened into the lobby itself where there were additional tables set up for serving drinks. Booths, more dimly lit, were on both walls, and the bar itself was against the back. There was Latin music playing, but it was not so loud that one could not carry on a conversation.

She took one of two open seats at the bar. She could feel the stares of two twenty-something men, both fit and handsome. She rubbed the bottom of her thumb nervously against the empty space on the finger where her wedding rings should have been.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Pardon me,” she responded. She had not noticed that one of the two young men had approached her and was already offering to buy her a drink.

“Thanks,” she answered. “I would love a Chardonnay.”

The young man ordered her wine and he waited for the bartender to pour it, he introduced himself. He and his friend were in town for a sales meeting, and they were staying at the same hotel. Leigh Ann found them both attractive, but she was having a hard time with the flirting. She kept waiting for Roger to arrive, and it was obvious to the two men that she was expecting someone else. They made pleasant conversation for a few minutes, but the men sensed that they were getting nowhere, and they soon wished her a good visit before finishing their drinks and heading out to get a late dinner of their own. This left Leigh Ann alone in the bar, with no obvious candidates with whom to flirt.  She wondered what was taking Roger so long.

She turned the glass of wine up, quickly drinking half the glass. The alcohol seemed to be a decent remedy for her nervousness. She ran her finger around the perimeter of this glass like she had in the restaurant earlier. She seemed lost in her thoughts when she was interrupted by the waitress.

“Miss, the gentleman in that booth wanted me to send you this glass of champagne.”

She looked up to acknowledge the waitress. “Certainly, thank you.” She took the champagne and looked over to where the waitress had pointed. It was the same well-built man that Roger had seen ogling her at the pool earlier in the day. He wore linen slacks and a tight fitting t-shirt that made his athletic figure as obvious as it was when he wore no shirt at all. He lifted his own glass to toast her.

She stood, looked out to find that Roger had still not arrived, and walked over to thank this man. The man stood to greet her. The man was every bit as fit and attractive as she recalled from the pool, and she knew that it would not be difficult to share a drink with this gentleman.

“Hi, I'm Max,” said the man.

“And I'm Leigh Ann. Thank you for the champagne.”

“My pleasure,  I was actually surprised to see you here alone. I thought I saw you with a man earlier at the pool. “

“Well, uhhh…. just me. I thought I would just stop in for a drink.”

“Those young men you were speaking with earlier didn't seem like much company. I hope I fare better,” said Max. “Have a seat.” He guided her by the hand to sit with her back to the entrance of the bar. Now she would not see Roger whenever he arrived. She was sure, however, that he would make his way in to find her.

Max and Leigh Ann sat and talked for some time. He poured her more champagne from the bottle that was chilling beside the booth, and she found herself increasingly charmed by her new companion. He was so attractive, so completely masculine, and there was something hypnotic about the way he spoke to her. She had almost forgotten about Roger until she saw him, out of the corner of her eye, sitting at the bar having already ordered a drink. She wondered how long he had been there. Roger smiled at her, and she tried to pretend not to notice.

“That's the man,” said Max, “that I thought you were with. I guess I was mistaken.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” answered Leigh Ann trying to keep up the charade that Roger had formulated.

“He seems to be interested in you, however, but I can't really blame him.” Leigh Ann blushed. He reached across the table and took her hands in his.  She nervously let him do it, knowing it would excite her husband.  She also found that having Max hold her hand excited her as well.  He was handsome, rugged, charming and sexy.  It was exciting that he found her attractive.

“It's funny,” Max said as he looked into her eyes, “I could swear I saw you two by the pool today, and I could swear you wore a wedding ring.”

Leigh Ann turned up her glass of champagne. “Just me,” she again said nervously.

A certain edgy smile appeared on Max’s face as he studied Leigh Ann’s face and when he turned to look at Roger again. 

 

“Would you mind if I sat over there on that side of the booth with you?” asked Max.

“Be my guest.” Max stood and came over to the other side of the booth, he slid into the booth sitting very close to Leigh Ann.  He again took her hand. He noticed the tan lines where her wedding rings had been earlier, but he said nothing. “Is it ok if I put my arm around you?” he asked her.

“Sure” she answered averting her eyes and more nervous than ever.

Max pushed her hair back and rested his arm along the top of her shoulders. As he did so, he leaned into her ear and whispered, letting his breath warm her neck as he did so. “You know, sometimes married men like to watch their wives come into bars and flirt with other men. Imagine if that guy at the bar was your husband and you were his wife… I bet he'd really be turned on watching us right now.”

“Yes,” answered Leigh Ann, almost in a moan. The alcohol had certainly affected her. She was surprised by the thoughts that were running through her head. She was excited not just by the way Max was talking to her, but the fact that Roger was watching her being seduced.  She realized at that moment, that she was losing control.  Her pussy was soaked, her nipples erect and pushing agains her shirt.  Her body was responding to this man.  She wanted to be with this man. The playfulness in Max’s voice was beginning to take on a dominant edge and she liked it.  He was the dominant man of her fantasies.

“Let's just pretend that's your husband. I bet it would really turn him on if you closed your eyes, if you let me kiss you under your neck.  Will you let me do that Leigh Ann?”

Leigh Ann's eyes were already shut. She lifted her neck and Max put his lips right below her chin. He kissed her several times, moving lower on her neck with each kiss.

“I'm going to put my hand on your leg, just below your skirt. I don't even think he'll be able to see it from the way we are sitting.”

Leigh Ann felt his hand grip her leg just above her knee. Her legs were just slightly parted, but when he touched her, she found herself wanting to open them for him. Her submissive desires and fantasies were beginning to become a reality, she wanted this to happen.  She wanted Roger to see her open her thighs for Max.  Perhaps unconsciously she pushed them apart. She rested her head on his shoulder. She opened her eyes and caught Roger's stare. He was conspicuously watching her with Max. Roger gave the appearance that he was in a trance, unable to look away. Max pushed his hand up so that it went under Leigh Ann's skirt, but not so far that he was touching the white lace panties that she had put on earlier that evening.

“They say that the most common fantasy amongst married men is to watch their wife be taken by another man.” Said Max, whispering into Leigh Ann’s ear. 

“I don't know. I don't understand,” Leigh Ann tried to respond. Her breathing was shallow, she was having trouble focusing on anything other than her growing sense of lust.

Max pushed his hand up Leigh Ann's thigh until he was gripping the soft flesh where her thigh met her panties. Leigh Ann pushed her legs yet wider apart, and Max rewarded her by brushing his fingers against the softness of the cloth that covered her pussy.  Max found that her panties were soaked.  He knew then that Leigh Ann was his.

“Is that your husband, Leigh Ann?”

“Yes,” she responded. “You were right.”

“What's his name sweetheart?”

“Roger.”

“Invite Roger over here.”

She lifted her head off of Max's shoulder as if she was suddenly sobering up to the reality of what was taking place.

“its OK there is no harm in inviting him over here. Let's all have a little fun together, no pressure, just pleasure.”

Leigh Ann motioned to Roger, indicating that he should take a seat across the booth.

“Hello, Roger,” said Max as he approached. “I'm Max.  Please have a seat.”

“First, I hope its ok that I'm sitting with your wife like this?”

“Yes, but….”

“It's ok, I figured it out; Leigh Ann didn't tell me right away, but she ultimately gave up your secret.  I hope you enjoyed watching, it is a total turn on for me and has been a while since I have gotten to do this.  Have you guys ever done anything like this before?”

“Like what? What do you mean exactly?” asked Roger.

“Has she ever gone into a bar to meet other men… I mean, since you've been married?”

“No, sort of an impulse thing.” Laughed Roger

“But it was your idea Roger, right?”

“Yes, I’ll admit it, it is something we play around with in private and figured that since we are out of town that we would expand the game a bit.”

“No problem, I get it. It's pretty common actually, to want to see your wife with another man. I hope it’s turning you on, watching her sitting next to me right now?”

“I don't know,” stammered Roger. Leigh Ann was now sitting straight up. Max was playing with her hair with his right hand. His left hand remained under her skirt. Both Leigh Ann and Max could not be sure if Roger noticed this or not. It suddenly made Leigh Ann very uncomfortable. She was sure Roger would not be ok with going that far.

As if reading her mind, Max addressed the very issue. “You can't see my left hand, Roger. But I want you to know that it's under Leigh Ann's skirt. Is that ok, Roger?”

Leigh Ann's legs started to close on Max's hand, but she did not push it away. Roger paused for a long time saying nothing. Finally, his eyes looking directly at Max, he said, “I don't know. Is it ok with Leigh Ann?”

Max answered for her. “She seems to like it. Right now I'm touching the outside of her panties. I'm stroking her very gently through her panties. I can tell that they are lace. What color are they, Leigh Ann?”

Leigh Ann could barely utter the answer. “White. They're white.”

Her legs pushed apart unconsciously once again.

The waitress suddenly appeared reminding them all with her presence that they were in a public place. She refilled the champagne glasses for Max and Leigh Ann, and acknowledged Roger when he pointed to his empty glass to indicate he needed another. Max started into Roger's eyes as the waitress walked away.

As he stared at Roger, Max lifted the edge of Leigh Ann’s panties and slid his finger below the soft cloth. With the very tip of his middle finger, he traced the length of her labia and rubbed the very top of the opening where her clit was swelling. Her mouth formed a circle as she pushed her breasts forward, her back arching slightly.

“Roger, I'm touching her pussy now. Do you want this to stop?” asked Max.

Roger said nothing. The awkwardness of the moment was broken when the waitress returned with Roger's drink. This time she noticed Max's hand under Leigh Ann's skirt, but she only smiled, saying nothing. When the waitress had walked away, Leigh Ann buried her head in the cradle of Max's neck, he was bringing her close to orgasm and she could not control her responses. She placed her open mouth against his neck.  Max turned and gently turned her face.  He then looked at Roger and then kissed Leigh Ann.

“Let's all decide now where we want this to go,” announced Max. “I for one think your marriage and intimacy will benefit if the three of us have an extraordinary adventure tonight. I think you are both strong enough to experiment with something new tonight and the out of town rule should apply. So, Roger, do you think you can really witness your being taken, providing pleasure to another man?”

“What… I don't understand.”

“I'm touching your wife's pussy, and she is responding, she is soaked and her pussy is open Roger. You are watching it happen, and I think you are also totally aroused by it.  Roger, I want to take her up to my room and take her, I want push my cock inside her body. I want you to come up and watch me do that to her.  Don't say anything. I'll leave you my room key. In ten minutes, join Leigh Ann and I in room 924. Don't expect to participate. You'll watch and do what you are told, understand?”

Roger nodded. He sat in disbelief as Max and Leigh Ann stood to leave the bar. Leigh Ann's eyes were turned towards the floor, unable to look at her husband.  But inside her head, she was excited beyond anything she had ever experienced before.  She was mesmerized by the way Max had taken control and by the way she and Roger were taken in and seduced as a couple.

Roger took his time paying the bill, He then took the key card and walked on shaky feet to the elevator.

What had he done? This was not supposed to happen. It was just supposed to be a little playful flirting. Now his beautiful wife of fifteen years was upstairs in a hotel room with a stranger, maybe already allowing him to fuck her. And Roger himself… why had he not stopped it? What was this urge he had to see his wife taken by another man? Where did it come from?

He stepped off the elevator and walked to room 924. He stood outside the door trying to hear what might be happening inside. Hearing nothing, he put the key in the door and opened it. There were no lights on, but the curtains were slightly open letting in enough of the outside light to see very clearly what was taking place.

Max stood, his back to the night-lit window, completely naked. Leigh Ann knelt in front of him, her back toward the door, she was still fully clothed and  her mouth was eagerly exploring the length of Max's prominent cock. She did not notice, or at least she did not acknowledge Roger's presence in the room.

Max motioned for Roger to approach. “Isn't she beautiful?  Watch your wife suck my cock, look how eager she is, my god she is cock hungry isn’t she Roger?

I want you to undress her for me. Try not to disturb her while you do it.”

Roger bent down and began by pulling off Leigh Ann's shoes. They were heels with a thin strap that went around the back of the ankle, and he pulled down the strap carefully to remove them one at a time. He then undid the single button that secured her skirt, and he pulled it gently off of his wife. She lifted her legs one at a time to accommodate him, but continued sucking Max's cock. She now knelt with her legs together, the white lace panties that had been a topic of such interest seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. She pushed her legs slightly apart to make it easier for Roger to remove them. Max seemed pleased as he watched Roger undress Leigh Ann.  Roger quickly noticed that without her panty on he could clearly see the depth of Leigh Ann’s arousal.  Her pussy was slick and parted.  Roger thought to himself how incredibly sexy she looked kneeling, ass sticking out.  Her full cheeks were slightly parted and he could see her ass and pussy clearly.

“Now her top. Pull the straps off of her shoulder and pull it all the way down her body,” commanded Max. “I don't want her mouth to come off of my cock.”

It was awkward, and a tight fit to make it work, but Roger was able to succeed as instructed. His wife was now naked and still lost in the lust of her cock worship. Max had two hands on her head, holding her gently by hr hair.  He spoke gently to Leigh Ann, encouraging her and telling her to provide him with pleasure.  Roger positioned himself in a chair near the window so that he could see better. His hand moved to his own crotch, and he rubbed his cock through his slacks.

“I don't want you masturbating. Her pleasure will be physical, but your pleasure will be mental. In many ways it will be more intense, but it will all be in the mind. Are you ok with that Roger?

Roger shook his head.  He was ok with that.

“It is an act of great love for you to allow Leigh Ann this pleasure.  You know she will be pleasured by me in ways that you have not provided her.  You are allowing her to explore and satisfy a deep seated desire to submit to a dominant, alpha male and to unleash a submissive side to herself that she cannot explore with you. But Roger, it's also an act of submission on your part too. Its your surrender to Leigh Ann and her desire for me.”

Roger said nothing.

“Are you OK with that, Roger.”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Now help your wife stand up.” Max gently encouraged Leigh Ann away from his cock, and Roger helped her stand. As she stood, Roger embraced Leigh Ann and she initiated a passionate kiss. For Leigh Ann she was relishing not just the fact that she would likely be having forbidden sex with Max, but also the power she was feeling from having Roger undress her for her lover and his relinquishing of control.  She had never felt such a diversity of feelings.  The submission to Max and the dominance over Roger.

“Where is her wedding ring?” asked Max.

“Her wedding rings… wedding and engagement are in my pocket.”

“Take the rings from your pocket and kneel in front of your bride.” Commanded Max

“Now give her the rings.” Roger handed Leigh Ann the rings and helped her put them on her finger. He remained kneeling. Max then told Leigh Ann to tell Roger what she wanted him to do.  With that said she looked at Roger and told him to lick her pussy.  Max interrupted and told her that tonight she was to call it her cunt.

Roger then licked her “cunt”, feeling Leigh Ann’s fingrs gently holding his head much as he had seen Max do with her.  As he licked he knew that he was preparing her, exciting her and that soon, she would do something that each of them had only fantasized about.

After some time, Max stepped between them and sensuously embraced Leigh Ann. He lifted her off the ground and placed her gently onto the bed. Roger watched as Leigh Ann laid back in the middle of the bed and then opened her thighs for Max.  Max slowly and deliberately climbed into the middle of the bed.  He moved between Leigh Ann’s spread legs and he placed the head of his massive cock at the opening of her pussy. He slowly stroked it slowly up and down her labia before finally pushing its mushroom head inside of her. Her arms flailed out and against the bed, she lifted her neck and she clenched her teeth.

There was a dizzying, slow motion series of images before Rogers eyes. He watched Max stroke in an out of her with only the first couple inches of his manhood. It was happening, and each subsequent moment was another where Roger silently watched his wife taken by this stranger. When Max finally buried himself in her body, her ecstasy was uncontrollable. The slow motion stopped, and the world moved at double speed.

“Fuck me, pleeeeease fuck me,” moaned Leigh Ann. While Roger submitted to her moments ago when he worshipped her pussy, she was now submitting to Max.

Max pounded her body with the full force of his own. Leigh Ann yelped with orgasm after orgasm.

His cock still inside her, he lifted her off the bed and in this position rocked her effortlessly. Leigh Ann moaned rhythmically as he penetrated her more deeply than she had ever experienced before. He then lay her at the foot of his bed, her legs hanging off the edge, and he thrust hard a final time before his own face grimaced, and he exploded inside of her.

As he pulled out of her, Max held her legs spread apart, and motioned for Roger to come to end of the bed.  Surprising himself, Roger looked between his wife’s legs.  Leigh Ann then looked at Roger, she told him she loved him.  Roger still full clothed moved between her legs and the couple kissed again passionately.

“Roger, I have further plans for your wife this evening.  I would like you to leave the room for a while.  I want Leigh Ann to truly experience her own submissive desires and I believe she will be more able to let loose if you are not here.”

All Roger could muster was “OK”

He stood and stared into the flushed face of Leigh Ann, her hair sweaty and matted against the blankets.

“Roger,” said Leigh Ann as he turned to leave. Roger stopped and turned around, anxious for any sign of reassurance from his wife. “Please keep your phone close to your bed tonight. I will call you later.”

Roger left painfully aroused but wondering where Leigh Ann’s new found sexuality would take them.