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Playing Peoria - Servicing a Hotwife

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The thought of servicing a woman for the enjoyment of her husband has raised a vivid memory of a very enjoyable liason I shared with another man via the very willing participation of his wife.

She and I met online. He enjoyed sending her out on dates. And, upon her return, would become sexually enflamed as she recounted and demonstrated the sexual adventure she had just enjoyed, often only minutes before, with another man.

Her only restriction was that her lovers were required to use a condom.

The arrangement served them well, the man, the woman and her lovers. Myself included.

My work as a stage performer takes me literally around the world. And occasionally, I enjoy the company of a sexually open, intellectually vibrant couple for the sharing of unlimited conversation and the possibility of a physical realization of topics that may arise.

She and I communicated frequently, leading up to the time I was scheduled to be near them. We exchanged histories and future fantasies. He read along with her and guided some of her questions. Everything shared between the two (and three) of us raised the level of excitement and anticipation leading up to my arrival in town.

The only disappointment being his being scheduled out of town for the weekend of my arrival. As a consolation, he insisted she go ahead with our planned meeting, but instead of returning home to him, she would hurry home to call him and give.her full, explicit report.

They lived outside of Peoria, Illinois. I met her at a bar near my downtown hotel.

We enjoyed a drink together in a dark booth. She had been easy to spot on entering the bar. Exactly as her photo. An attractive woman, seated alone, making eye contact with me from across the room as I crossed the entrance threshold.

Within the hour, she leaned in to me and said, "Let's take a walk."

The bar was attached to another hotel. Had it been my hotel, we would have gone immediately upstairs. She was on a limited time schedule. Her babysitter was to be relieved in an hour. And her husband was waiting for her call as he sat in his own hotel, on his business trip.

As we passed a vacant set of restrooms, I teasingly pulled her toward the Mens room. She fought for only a moment before she pressed herself against me, opened her mouth upon my own, and backed me through the swinging door.

We stood kissing in front of a row of sinks, opposite the requisite urinals and stalls. Our kiss was the only foreplay required to achieve the necessary and relative hardness and wetness required for us to proceed.

Anticipating our privacy to be interrupted at any moment, I led her to the end stall, in the corner against the wall farthest from the door. A handicapped accessible stall, it afforded room for her to close and latch the door, then lower herself to her knees as she quickly stripped my pants and boxers to my ankles. Her mouth was on my cock immediately as it bounced hard and free of my pants.

Lubricating my shaft with saliva even as she tongued the underside of my length, she allowed my now throbbing cock to pop from her mouth as she looked up and whispered, "Sit down!"

As I sat down upon seat, she positioned herself astride me. One stilletto-heeled foot on either side of the commode, she pressed her open-palmed left hand flat against the wall as she lowered herself down onto me. Her right hand grasped my cock and guided it beneath her mid-length, pleated skirt. Her thumb reached up and slipped beneath the elastic hem of her panties. Drawing her thumb across her mons, she guided my saliva-drenched cock straight up into her.

As the head of my penis parted her labia, I hesitated. "What about a condom?" I asked, hoping to hell she would not suddenly withdraw the offering of her open flower.

"Don't you dare come!" She almost snarled as she took hold of my face and hair with both hands. Then, plunged herself down fully upon my lap.

My cock bottomed out hard against her cervix. She first gasped in surprise, shock and likely, a little pain.

Then, with her next exhalation, groaned, "Oh, shit..." And proceeded to slowly gyrate and grind her body upon mine. Alternatively tipping her pelvis and arching her back, she fucked herself fully on my cock from g-spot to cervix. And back again.I was simply along for the ride. Holding her hips in my hands, forching her down hard onto me. I was so deep within her, my urge to come was abated. Hers however, was driven forward by the pressure of my pubic bone hard against her clit.

In a seemless flow of time, the outside door to the restroom opened, her feet, one after the other, lifted from the floor and out of sight, then placed flat against the wall. Her arms wrapped about my neck as she leaned back and convulsed in short strokes, my cock's tip, hard against her g-spot. My hands held her hips firmly in place as she impaled herself in a silent frenzy.

I watched as her mouth and eyes opened wide in a voiceless scream.

The two men who had entered, were chatting as they zipped up, washed their hands and headed out the door. Oblivious to the woman now silently sobbing from the intensity of her release, lowering one foot, achingly, after the other to the tiled floor.

A sudden look of panic crossed her face as she froze, the looked me in the eye. "Did you come?"

She was sweet, innocent and completely without guile as she awaited my answer. I could see she was terrified by her loss of control and the likelyhood that I had joined her in that moment.

"No." I replied. "But, I very much need to."

Her look of apprehension melted immediately into a sweet smile.

She lifted herself slowly and stiffly from my cock. Then, said, "Come on. I have an idea for your turn."

To be continued...

has raised a vivid memory of a very enjoyable liason I shared with another man via the very willing participation of his wife.

She and I met online. He enjoyed sending her out on dates. And, upon her return, would become sexually enflamed as she recounted and demonstrated the sexual adventure she had just enjoyed, often only minutes before, with another man.

Her only restriction was that her lovers were required to use a condom.

The arrangement served them well, the man, the woman and her lovers. Myself included.

My work as a stage performer takes me literally around the world. And occasionally, I enjoy the company of a sexually open, intellectually vibrant couple for the sharing of unlimited conversation and the possibility of a physical realization of topics that may arise.

She and I communicated frequently, leading up to the time I was scheduled to be near them. We exchanged histories and future fantasies. He read along with her and guided some of her questions. Everything shared between the two (and three) of us raised the level of excitement and anticipation leading up to my arrival in town.

The only disappointment being his being scheduled out of town for the weekend of my arrival. As a consolation, he insisted she go ahead with our planned meeting, but instead of returning home to him, she would hurry home to call him and give.her full, explicit report.

They lived outside of Peoria, Illinois. I met her at a bar near my downtown hotel.

We enjoyed a drink together in a dark booth. She had been easy to spot on entering the bar. Exactly as her photo. An attractive woman, seated alone, making eye contact with me from across the room as I crossed the entrance threshold.

Within the hour, she leaned in to me and said, "Let's take a walk."

The bar was attached to another hotel. Had it been my hotel, we would have gone immediately upstairs. She was on a limited time schedule. Her babysitter was to be relieved in an hour. And her husband was waiting for her call as he sat in his own hotel, on a business trip.

As we passed a vacant set of restrooms, I teasingly pulled her toward the Mens room. She fought for only a moment before she pressed herself against me, opened her mouth upon my own, and backed me through the swinging door.

We stood kissing in front of a row of sinks, opposite the requisite urinals and stalls. Our kiss was the only foreplay required to achieve the necessary and relative hardness and wetness required for us to proceed.

Anticipating our privacy to be interrupted at any moment, I led her to the end stall, in the corner against the wall farthest from the door. A handicapped accessible stall, it afforded room for her to close and latch the door, then lower herself to her knees as she quickly stripped my pants and boxers to my ankles. Her mouth was on my cock immediately as it bounced hard and free of my pants.

Lubricating my shaft with saliva even as she tongued the underside of my length, she allowed my now throbbing cock to pop from her mouth as she looked up and whispered, "Sit down!"

As I sat down upon seat, she positioned herself astride me. One stilletto-heeled foot on either side of the commode, she pressed her open-palmed left hand flat against the wall as she lowered herself down onto me. Her right hand grasped my cock and guided it beneath her mid-length, pleated skirt. Her thumb reached up and slipped beneath the elastic hem of her panties. Drawing her thumb across her mons, she guided my saliva-drenched cock straight up into her.

As the head of my penis parted her labia, I hesitated. "What about a condom?" I asked, hoping to hell she would not suddenly withdraw the offering of her open flower.

"Don't you dare come!" She almost snarled as she took hold of my face and hair with both hands. Then, plunged herself down fully upon my lap.

My cock bottomed out hard against her cervix. She first gasped in surprise, shock and likely, a little pain.

Then, with her next exhalation, groaned, "Oh, shit..." And proceeded to slowly gyrate and grind her body upon mine. Alternatively tipping her pelvis and arching her back, she fucked herself fully on my cock from g-spot to cervix. And back again.I was simply along for the ride. Holding her hips in my hands, forching her down hard onto me. I was so deep within her, my urge to come was abated. Hers however, was driven forward by the pressure of my pubic bone hard against her clit.

In a seemless flow of time, the outside door to the restroom opened, her feet, one after the other, lifted from the floor and out of sight, then placed flat against the wall. Her arms wrapped about my neck as she leaned back and convulsed in short strokes, my cock's tip, hard against her g-spot. My hands held her hips firmly in place as she impaled herself in a silent frenzy.

I watched as her mouth and eyes opened wide in a voiceless scream.

The two men who had entered, were chatting as they zipped up, washed their hands and headed out the door. Oblivious to the woman now silently sobbing from the intensity of her release, lowering one foot, achingly, after the other to the tiled floor.

A sudden look of panic crossed her face as she froze, the looked me in the eye. "Did you come?"

She was sweet, innocent and completely without guile as she awaited my answer. I could see she was terrified by her loss of control and the likelyhood that I had joined her in that moment.

"No." I replied. "But, I very much need to."

Her look of apprehension melted immediately into a sweet smile.

She lifted herself slowly and stiffly from my cock. Then, said, "Come on. I have an idea for your turn."

To be continued...

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