Julie’s Erotic Night with Me and Her Husband

The time was necessary to feed our lust and our relationship

Almost instinctively, my eyes followed the hips of a woman who strolled past me in the hotel’s expansive lobby. She wore a sundress that swam over her breasts and barely hugged her ass and hips.

Her wiggling shape hooked my gaze and, as I turned my head, I saw another woman sitting near an indoor stream that wound its way through small tables and ended at the hotel’s bar. Julie.

She smiled, got up from her chair, and strolled to greet me with a hug and kiss. “For a second, I thought I was going to lose you to another woman.”

“Who? Me?” I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close and with my other hand I took a strand of her hair. “And give you up? Never.” I tugged on her hair just enough to make her grimace from tension and brought her mouth to mine for a kiss. I took my time with my lips and tongue parting hers, like a celebration that I finally made it through the freeway jam from hell and to the desert resort.

After a luxurious kiss, I pulled back just enough to study her figure.

“I’ve been working out the last few weeks,” she said.

I reached below her hips, patted her ass and then gave a playful slap on her butt. “I’m glad this part of you is still soft as a pillow.”

Despite the soft light of the drinking and dining area, I could tell that embarrassment crept over her face.

“You know I love your figure,” I told her, taking her hand and sitting at a wrought iron patio table with four small chairs.

“I hope so.” She was coy. Her evasiveness sparked a current of arousal as I pictured the evening that lay ahead. She reached for her small purse that lay on the table top and took out her cell phone. “Doug is naughty for being late.”

“You mean we might have to order our own drinks?” I frowned.

“He’s well aware that he’s paying for them.” She typed a text message. “He splurged on new lingerie that you wanted me to wear. I can’t wait for you to see me in something silky and body-hugging.” Her voice was seducing me and then she looked back at her phone. “He’s almost here.”

“He’s been a good sport in our little adventure.”

“Sport?”

Julie and Doug had been quite the married couple for decades and he relented when she brought me into her erotic life and relegated him to the position of cuckold.

I smiled. “Yes, a good sport. He’s yielded to your desires and has given me the chance to take a woman like you deep into my psyche.”

“It’s just that when you said ‘sport’ it made everything seem so — oh, wait.” She waved, catching Doug’s attention. He weaved his way along the path.

“Sorry I’m a bit late.” He acted more like a server than a husband. His position in this on-going threesome seemed to grab him and hold him in place. Maybe he found that the erotic pain was addicting in a strange way.

“Wine for me,” said Julie.

“I’ll take the margarita in the extra wide glass.”

“Okay.” He was a man of few words and scurried away to the bar.

I reached and took Julie’s hand and looked in her eyes. “He is a sport. So what’s wrong with the word?”

She glanced away. “It just made it all sound so casual.”

I took her hand, kissed it and lay it on the table with my fingers over hers. “He lets us play and he’s let you explore in amazing ways.”

My dominant self was free to blossom with Julie kneeling in front of me — at times opening her mouth wide for my cock and other times presenting her ass to me for a harsh spanking or a nice intense fucking. All the while Doug would sit and watch us. He was often naked and his wrists were typically tied to the arms of a chair in their home or at a motel.

He watched and groaned when I invited others to join in and fuck Julie. I would stand aside and watch while Doug screamed silently.

“He’s a sport.” I winked as her husband returned with drinks in his hand and set them in front of us. I didn’t even thank him as I continued my gaze on Julie, taking in the hair cascading around her face and over her ample breasts.

Julie smiled and raised her glass.

I turned to Doug. “Pull up a chair.”

He did and I toasted Julie, clinking my glass against hers.

I turned to him again. “On second thought, you’re not going to enjoy something?”

“Oh, well, I — ” he got up and went to the bar. A bit nervous but who could blame him? He had seen us over and over, but the sight of seeing your wife long for another man and fuck him in front of you had to be unsettling.

“Is there something wrong with casual?” I asked.

Julie was quiet. “No.”

I let my fingers enjoy a trip over hers. “Yes, there is something wrong.”

She looked at me and a tear formed in her eye. “I wonder if each time that we’re together is our last time together.”

“I won’t ghost you, anymore than you would ghost me.”

As I assured her, Doug returned to the table, shifting from one foot to another in his typical, unsure manner. And then I caught it, the importance of having him around. He wasn’t a barrier to my intimacy and sexual exploration with Julie, but he was more of a security blanket.

He was someone predictable and comfortable in the way that people become when they’re content with each other over the years. They may be seen as mundane, but they’re also comfortable and worth hanging on to. Julie loved him — and loved for him to be teased — but her sexuality burned for me and my hunger.

“To the room, now.” I practically growled while poor Doug took the first sip of his drink. Arousal suddenly sparked and raged in me. I needed to break through her insecurities and put her in her place.

“Yes, sir.”

I stood, grabbed her arm, and led her from the table while Doug sat, perplexed, and drank. The trip to the room took no more than two minutes but it seemed interminable as my cock stiffened and Julie pressed herself against me in the elevator. She fumbled in her purse, grabbed her key and as she opened the door I spanked her ass, although I said nothing.

I wanted the contact, the touch, the physicality. We had been apart too long. Their hotel room was a suite with a living area, a bedroom and a spacious bathroom. Julie tossed her purse on the sofa and I immediately grabbed her, fondling and running my hands over every possible curve while I whispered intensely.

“I dream about fucking you,” I gasped while the door rattled open and Doug walked in quietly. She moaned while my one hand inspected her breasts and another ran beneath her dress and in between her legs. I wasn’t sure who needed the other one more.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Doug sit idly on the sofa and then while she and I kissed her got up and left the room. In moments, I heard the bathwater running. Good man, I thought as I slipped her dress off.

She wore nothing underneath.

“You’re naughty.”

She smiled. “You should have figured that out by now.”

“Julie, you’re a treasure.” I laid my hands on her shoulders and she knelt, reached for the clasp of my jeans, loosened them and undid the zipper.

I lowered my jeans below my waist so she could reach into the underwear and find my cock, kissing my shaft slowly and circling her tongue. I let her take her time and gave the opportunity to reacquaint herself with me before she took it into her mouth. Her ability to ignite me was amazing and though I enjoyed it, I heard the bathwater finish.

“Come on.” I grabbed her and led her past a quiet, always nervous Doug into the bathroom where I finished stripping naked, stood behind her, grabbed her tits with my hands and pressed my cock against her soft and wide ass.

Doug acted like he was going to leave.

“You stay. Sit on the floor.” I practically snapped while I held Julie tightly and felt insulted that she would think I would just take off and disappear. I understood her worry but it made me want to drive into her so she knew without a fucking doubt that I wanted her as much as she wanted me.

And I knew that she liked having Doug as the solitary audience, inflicting her emotional sadism on him to the point that he now accepted anything.

It was a large, round tub with jets.

“Spread your legs, lean and rest your hands on the edge.”

Julie did as I told, leaning and holding onto the edge of the tub while I reached between her legs and teased her pussy. Then I held my cock, pressed and slid into her, moving slowly and then fucking her hard and harder, slapping my pelvis against her ass.

I thrust and pushed. “Take it for me, sweetheart. Take it so you’ll always remember.”

She grunted and groaned as her tits swayed.

I kept going and going, adjusting my rhythm slightly so I didn’t orgasm. She felt so good. I grit my teeth. “I love your pussy.” I slapped her ass and she responded with a grunt, a primal grunt and moan as I continued fucking.

She took it. Julie was good, an incredible fuck. She liked being tested with cock and seeing how hard she could take it and had always sworn that Doug could never satisfy her.

“Want to do this?” I turned to him. “Take your clothes off.” I directed him I fucked and fondled his wife. He watched as though amazed and ripped off his shirt, pants and underwear.

“Stroke yourself,” I told him between gasps as Julie moaned and swayed. I held her although she was about to go wild.

Doug stroked his cock and gasped as steam rose from the bath. Finally, I couldn’t hold myself and after a few more minutes I slapped her ass hard and her body shook as I fucked her one last time and then felt my orgasm release with a phenomenal amount of power, like my energy was flowing into her Julie.

I had a hand between her legs, fondling her clitoris and urging her on. “Go for it, Babe.” I loved doing that and found the feeling of her moment to come so exhilarating. I massaged while she sighed, groaned and took a breath. And then it happened. Her body tensed, she stiffened and cried out from her own bliss and practically collapsed on the tile floor.

She was breathing hard and then gasped to Doug. “Get over here.” She lay on her back by the tub, spread her legs and ordered him. “Lick.”

He hesitated but knelt and began using his tongue to clean her pussy and lick her clean from my release. He arched his body and writhed in terribly awkward positions.

She waited as he finished. “Go sit on the sofa.”

He exited and I helped her up.

“Ladies first,” I smiled, motioning to the water.

She climbed into the tub, sinking into the water and then made room for me.

“Want the jets on?” I asked.

“No, I like the quiet.” She leaned her head back and looked at the ceiling and then sighed. “I need more of you. So much more.”

“Me, too, hon.” I climbed into the tub with her.

After a nice long soak, I gave Doug permission to sleep on the floor by the bed, wrapped up in a couple of extra blankets while I slid into bed with Julie. For all the time we had been together, this was the first time that I would spend the entire night next to her.

She snuggled against me and I held her tight. My cock responded nicely and grew just stiff enough for her to notice. “I like that,” she purred.

“Me, too.” I kissed her on the cheek. “The connection is priceless. And it means so much to me.”

“Thank you.” She held my arms while Doug lay silently in the darkened room.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

I wanted to tell Doug good night as well, but I stayed silent and thanked him quietly for giving me such access to his wife. I ran my hands along her body, feeling her tits and grabbing her ass one more time. The touch meant so much to me. I wasn’t about to leave her.