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Winning the Lottery!

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Winning the lottery! By Hottnwyldcplnc6569

Have you ever had the opportunity to view a profile and think to yourself, “Wow!?” Come on, be serious. You’ve all seen that one profile, with the pictures and the expressed attitude that catches your eye, gets your juices flowing, your heart racing …. yeah, you know the one. The holy grail of profiles. Thanks, SLS for offering us such an opportunity! This is a true story, names were completely omitted to protect the players.

Shortly after joining, we quickly found that coveted couple. We all do it, you and your significant other select the parameters of the people that you’re looking for, if for no other reason than to evaluate what fate may bring your way. Generally, we’re all disappointed in the results, but if you all are like we are, there’s the ones that are your lottery winners. We’re not talking about scratch offs here, we’re talking about the 12 state, four hundred-million-dollar jackpot winner!

They may be in just the next town over, but there they are. Their profile reads as if you wrote it yourself and their pictures are absolutely jaw dropping. Oh, my goodness!! The heavens have opened and there (right there before our eyes) are the most compatible couple we could have ever dreamed of, or in a Weird Science kind of way, created.

She is a stunning Indian princess, dark and smooth skin, larger than average breasts and silky jet black hair that frames her flawless face and sultry big brown eyes. And to ice the cake, she stands a couple of inches short of my wife’s towering 5’2” frame. Oh my, we both think she’s stunningly gorgeous. He’s studly, tall, lean, and devilishly good looking in a manly way. Figure he’s every bit 6’1” which is even more exaggerated given his wife’s stature. His conservative haircut of golden hair purposefully frames his baby blue eyed face.

We sent them message upon message, receiving nice compliments on our profile and pictures, but never really the spark to arrange a meet. They were courteous in their replies and the banter was just that, jovial but noncommittal.

This went on for a couple of years. We weren’t really stalking them, moreover trying to stack the deck in our favor…and they were gracious enough to continue the ruse, or so we thought?

One night, we decided to go to our local Swingers club. We’re fortunate to have a club that is licensed and insured and operates as an anything goes Swingers club in the next town, and this Saturday night, my wife and I agreed that we’d visit. We typically don’t like going there simply because we’re too well known around home and the way the parking is situated, well, let’s just say that there’s no place else that we could be with our car in the parking lot EXCEPT the club at 3AM. But…we agreed that we’d risk being “outed” and try it out!

As soon as we walked through the door, I spotted her. I’ve always been gifted with a photographic memory, remembering faces, shapes, skin tones, even tattoos. But, in my defense I ask, how could you not remember her? She was so much more in person than the photos could have ever captured. I nudged my wife and pointed her and her husband out and we sauntered in their general direction.

We could see that they were flirting and getting to know another couple, but it didn’t take long and they excused themselves from that situation and came to visit with us. It seemed that they were equally as gifted in the facial recognition department. We were flattered. I mean, here we are, your average couple next door, and they are porn movie material.

Our introductory conversation started as they always do. Hey, how are you? How was your week? What do you do for a living, got kids …. all with the same tone and complexity of a job interview. Exciting, right? This was quickly dissolving our ego and excitement as we were clearly chatting with the prom queen and king at our table. Somehow, and without any orchestration, the conversation switched to a little more captivating and before you know it, we were up on the dance floor, in a train.

We were taken aback by the speed that we went from the initial, “Hey how are you guys?” to the elicit grinding and bumping on the dance floor. Now I explained earlier that she was perhaps American Indian, or at least had some genes in the gene pool, with flawless olive skin, jet black hair and the sultry big brown bedroom eyes. The photos did not do her justice.

This lady was like a goddess in beauty and grace that had fallen into a vat of sexual energy. She was far more beautiful than any two-dimensional image could ever hope to reproduce. She was so gorgeous that I was happy just knowing the other folks in the room were asking themselves, “What in the hell do they have that we don’t?”

Not to disappoint, he was no slouch either. He had a long lean body reminiscent of a swimmer, or at the very least a runner. He wasn’t bulky, just very toned.

As we danced, the electricity went from exciting to all out blown away. He was on one end, I on the other, and our wives were in the middle, mine closest to him and the Indian goddess closest to me.

We went quickly from rubbing and feeling to groping and grabbing. She very quickly grabbed my hands and began rubbing herself through the sheer one piece cat suit across her breasts and between her legs. Once she was satisfied that I was doing what she wanted, she began doing the same to my wife who was sandwiched between her and her husband. I had the best vantage point from where I lined up as I could reach both ladies and could see everything! It was historical to say the least. Absolutely, mind numbingly exciting!

We carried on this way for most of the night. We were all drinking a little and would take every opportunity to be up on the dance floor. Sometimes all four of us, sometimes with our own and sometimes with the other spouse. We were having the time of our lives.

As with any situation, the ladies, as far as we’re concerned, have the reigns. They dictate who gets to play and what the limits of the engagement may be. Tonight would be no different. We were beside ourselves. After all, the fact that after so long courting each other electronically we didn’t expect anything beyond a simple conversation face to face at our first meeting. The mere fact that we were so compatible on the dance floor was magnificently good enough for us for an introductory meeting!

Apparently, the other couple came to get freaky!

As the night wore on, the conversation changed gears yet again! My wife said to me in a whisper while we were on the dance floor, “they want to know if we want to party?” I was like, “are you kidding me, of course I do, don’t you?”

The girls paired off to work on the details. While we could have partied in one of the rooms, we were so eager to get the afterparty started, I don’t think we even checked to see if one was available. We quickly decided that we were going to go find a motel nearby and share a room and see how much trouble we could get into. So, even before the club closed, we decided to venture out on our own.

They had travelled a good bit to get to the club. So, rather than go farther away from their home than they already were, I suggested that they retrace their steps towards home and when they found something that they liked, pull in. We’d split the cost of the room and continue the adventure. “We’ll follow you,” was the last thing I said before we pulled off from the club.

Unknown to us, the other couple was more anxious than we thought. The very first hotel that they came to, they pulled in. Being local, we knew it was a seedy motel. Located just north of town at an intersection off the interstate in an area that is known for drugs and prostitution, this was NOT where we were going to stay.

My wife was trying to get the other lady on the phone the entire time just to try to keep them from making the mistake of stopping in one of these places. Unfortunately, she just couldn’t get her to answer in time.

Seeing where they went (it was obvious to pick out their vehicle at 2am), we pulled up beside them in the parking lot. I rolled down my window and simply said, “this is a bad place.” They agreed to get back out on the interstate and find another place. From the two seconds that they sat there waiting for us, they had come to the same conclusion but waited for us to catch up.

No sooner than I pulled back out on the Interstate, I got that feeling. That sick burning feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you know something’s not right? I knew there was a law enforcement officer behind me. Apparently, they were watching the comings and goings at this dive motel and pulled out right behind us when we left the parking lot. I guess that they suspected that we were making a drug deal?

So, let me explain exactly what you’d see if you were the LEO walking up beside us. My wife is in a little (emphasis on LITTLE) white party dress with an “I LOVE PUSSY” rhinestone choker on, rhinestone earrings, thigh high - fishnet stockings and 5 inch heels that you can see because her dress is so short. (This would prove to be the last time she didn’t wear an overcoat!)

I’m wearing a t-shirt that is printed with a tuxedo, and we’ve been drinking. Me….honestly not that much, but we’d been drinking. I did have the wherewithal to put the drinks in the trunk before we left the club. Laws are tough, so there was no reason to push my luck. Open containers laws around here are pretty strict, no sense pushing our luck. Proved to be a great decision.

As soon as we left the on-ramp and merged onto the interstate, the blue lights came on. I kind of felt like we were going to have a conversation the way I was being followed, so I pulled right back on the shoulder put the car in park, turned the interior light on, placed both hands on the wheel and waited patiently for the officer to approach my window.

“Why did you pull in and leave immediately from that hotel,” he asked I told him that I am from nearby and the other folks we were with weren’t familiar with the location and I explained that it really wasn’t someplace that we needed to stay. “If you live close by, why are you looking for a motel room?” I then explained that we had just left a party and were going to have a little fun. We’re all consenting adults I thought, so what’s the harm in being truthful?

Then the shit storm started. “Sir, do you know that your plates are expired?” WHAT???? I just bought the car for my wife and as I pulled out the registration, I saw that he was correct. We bought the car in August, the plates expired in October and it was January. How in the hell did that happen I asked myself?

I explained that I honestly didn’t know that the plates had expired. That we had recently purchased the car and never got a notice to renew the temporary license that was issued with the vehicle, after all we got a metal plate to replace the cardboard a couple of weeks later, I put it on the back of the car and never thought twice about it!

I didn’t get out of sorts and neither did the officer. “Yes sir” and “no sir” were used extensively. He said, “I can have the car towed.” I was very nice, and humble, and explained that if he just left us there, we’d slip off across the country and get home and take care of it first thing Monday morning. I think that he was so impressed with my calm and polite attitude that he left us alone, agreeing that he’d give me the opportunity to do just what he said. I guess he thought I had an honest face and a pleasant attitude.

WHEW!!

Ron White said one time in a comedy skit, “I didn’t know how many bouncers that it was going to take to whoop my ass that night, but I knew how many that they were going to use….”

That joke popped in my head as I saw not one, not two, but THREE law enforcement vehicles, all with lights going full out, pull away from the shoulder behind me and re-enter the highway! They were obviously fishing for different fish that night and I apparently wasn’t the flavor of the week. Man, was grateful for that?

As soon as they pulled away and killed their lights, reality sunk in, my knees started shaking and my hands started shaking. Oh my, what a mess that could have been. We avoided possibly one of the biggest and most embarrassing moments of our lives. Could you imagine us being booked in the club apparel that we were wearing for something so ridiculous?

So as soon as we got back on the interstate ourselves, my wife’s phone rang and the other couple was asking what in the hell was going on! We told them the story and they said that they had went to the very next exit and told us the specifics for the motel and the room number.

We pulled in the parking lot and while we were excited about the possibility of the evening, I was still shaking in my shoes. And low and behold, across the street were all three law enforcement vehicles watching us from a convenient store parking lot as we turned to find a parking place of our own. Now, we weren’t doing anything wrong, except for the fact that I had said we were going straight home. They could have made our night a train wreck, but again, I don’t think we were the flavor they were fishing for. We quickly found a suitable parking spot between two larger vehicles and backed in, concealing our expired tags! Oh…wow!! “Please guys leave us alone,” I thought to myself.

As we find the room, we knock and are greeted at the door. I’m not sure what we’re about to encounter. My wife had drunk quite a bit and she was as best as I could tell, down for anything. This was setting up to be a night to remember. I was trying desperately to shake off the past ten minutes and was coping rather well, but was not quite back up to speed.

I excused myself to go to the restroom, just to make sure I was okay, give myself a quick breather, splash some water on my face, and ease into whatever was fixing to take place. I stepped out of the bathroom and over to the sink and looked back at the bed, and holy shit!

Here lays my wife, butt assed naked, with the other lady face first between her legs and she was sucking the other man like nobody’s business. All three, all naked and all already wide open! It didn’t take me long to decide that there were going to be no anxieties, there was no need to recall what our safe word was, it was going to be a night to remember.

I walked over to the bed, just watching. I must have had a shit eating grin on my face. They all encouraged me to jump right in, but I wanted to wait. See, my wife is gifted. She can soak a bed, she can soak the floor, she can even soak a wall given the right atmosphere. I wanted to simply stand back and see what kind of reaction there would be when the first geyser erupted. I was confident that at some point she had told them “I’m a squirter,” but saying that and doing that we have found are two completely different things.

Don’t get me wrong, if my wife thinks that for a minute, her gift will be taken the wrong way, she can subdue it. How, I don’t know? But on more than one occasion, she has proven that she can. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t going to be one of those nights!!

It didn’t take long, she was making all sorts of primeval noises. She was truly in for a night of nights, and I saw her stomach tighten up and her eyes roll back in her head, all the time sucking this guy trying to get him to lose his load in her throat and she starts.

I mean she really is shooting cum in volumes all over the bed. The other lady never missed a beat, she’s lapping up this cum like it’s a waterhole in the middle of the Sahara and she hadn’t had anything to drink for days. I’ve never seen my wife cum so much the first time. It made me jealous that I wasn’t the one doing it for her!

The other lady, when she had finished her delectable surprise, said, “I can squirt too!” I was like….IT JUST DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER! Smooth flawless skin, shaved clean as a whistle, and a squirter.

Not to be outdone, she and my wife kind of switched positions. Yeah, this is the awkward part, in the porn flicks, you don’t see the staging of the talent, but as effortless as possible, the girls change positions. The goddess is straddling my wife’s face and is being treated to a most awesome exploration of her erogenous zones. Her husband is grabbing her magnificent breasts, kneading them, pulling and twisting the nipples like they were going to come off. Me, I’ve never understood how that could be so enjoyable, but it was turning her on. I was satisfied with that.

I could tell that my wife would need some help. She was laying on her back, under the goddess with her pussy being eaten by the swimmer, and her head from just above the shoulders was cantilevered out over the edge of the bed. I knew this was really going to pull on her neck quite a bit.

I kneeled down and placed her head on the top of my thigh and began watching the most awesome display of womanly interaction I’d ever witnessed. This was beyond any teenagers wet dream folks, it was exquisite. Gorgeous makeup on my wife for the party, perfectly manicured nails, and the most amazing shaved pussy that either one of us had ever seen, all within the reach of my wife’s tongue. It didn’t take long once she wasn’t straining to hold her head up, my wife had the goddess ready to explode. And….explode she did. Like I had mentioned earlier, for a lady to say, “I’m a squirter,” and to display that she’s a squirter are two totally different things. The Indian goddess….she was a squirter!

When she started her orgasm, she shot about an inch wide stream right into my wife’s face. It was the most forceful orgasm I’d ever seen. Once finished, I looked down at my wife. She was grunting and smiling and there was nectar dripping off her eyelashes, her hair was matted down from the gush, and she was not letting up. If anything, this made her pick up the pace. She had one hand massaging her bulging clit, and two or three fingers fucking her hole. I couldn’t really tell because it was happening so fast and so forcefully. I think that it would have been an even stronger stream the second time, but suddenly my wife stopped.

She was nearing an orgasm of her own from the attention she was getting. She began shooting cum into his face and screaming perversions at the top of her lungs. We tried to quiet her down and couldn’t. I even think at one point the goddess, who was leaning on the headboard for support, grabbed a pillow and stuffed in my wife’s face to try and subdue the noise. Once her orgasm leveled back off, it was time to switch positions.

It was my turn to join in and I was going to see just how much of a squirter she was going to be for me too. Subconsciously, I have an inner wager on who is better at eating pussy, me or my wife. So tonight at least I thought I could gage the result to see for myself. The goddess instructed me to lay on my back and she was going to sit on my face. Yes ma’am, why would I argue with such a beauty.

She began grinding her ass on my bearded chin, while I massaged her clit with one hand, had my tongue about as far inside her as I could manage and kneading her left breast with my right hand. I was enjoying the hell out of this. There’s nothing that I’d rather do than eat pussy. Not breathe, eat when I’m hungry, nor drink when I’m thirsty. I enjoy giving pleasure to ladies. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Just a few hours prior, we were leaving our home not sure if we’d even see anyone we knew at the club!

My wife and the other fella took the opportunity to move to the other bed. Occasionally, I’d look over and see what they were into….it was a magnificent sight. I’m not gifted in the downstairs department. I heard a DJ at a party say one time, “I’m as big around as a peanut butter jar, and as long as the lid!” That was so damn funny I thought, “I’m going to use this!” Well, let’s just say I don’t disappoint, but I won’t win the biggest trouser trout competition on any stage!

So, while I’m tongue fucking my partner’s g-spot and massaging her engorged clit through all of the juice of two Richter scale worthy orgasms, I’m watching my wife give the best blow job to this fellow that I had ever witnessed. He must have at least 11 or 12 inches of man meat in her throat. She gives the best blow jobs on the planet, and she was really enjoying her new toy.

As I begin to help this lovely creature before me find her nirvana, she stopped for just a second to see what was going on. It appears that we both enjoyed watching our mates experience new pleasures. I look over and my wife is riding this guy for all it’s worth. I’m so damn lucky to have a beautiful woman that enjoys this lifestyle. At this particular moment, I can see (and hear…) that she’s definitely enjoying her new partner.

They quickly changed positions and she was on the bottom and he was really trying to dislodge her liver. She was grunting and smiling and I could tell she was fixing to soak that bed too! No sooner than that started over there, my new found squirter had erupted into my face covering me with her offering of nectar. She didn’t cum for me as much or as long as my wife normally does, but she was certainly a squirter. Had this been an actual wager, I would have conceded that my wife perhaps is actually better at eating pussy!

Over the next couple of hours, we switched back and forth between our own spouses, the girls playing, all of us playing together and finished up with each other’s spouses on separate beds.

At one time, during a rare break, the other lady was standing in the floor in front of the television cabinet and was so horny that she reached down and started playing with herself. She watched me squeeze a gallon of woman juice out of my t-shirt that she had soaked me with. It must have set her over the edge again. She opened her stance and reached between her legs and began feverishly rubbing her clit that she squirted right there on the floor. By the time we were done, both beds were soaked and there was so much on the floor you could hear splashes when you walked across the room.

We said our goodbyes and headed back home for the night. When I got my wife back to the car, both of us grinning like we’d hit the lottery, all I could think about was, “I’m sure glad I didn’t reserve the room!”

I expect that there were some charges for cleaning up the water damage!! But we are sure looking for the next opportunity for a repeat performance!

Maybe with you?

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