A Night of Raw Ecstasy
The day had been a slow burn of anticipation, my body thrumming with a filthy mix of nerves and craving. Hubby had orchestrated it all—a sordid rendezvous at a hotel with a stranger whose cock I’d soon know better than his face. I stood before the mirror, a white lace Basque cinched tight, my tits spilling over the edges, nipples hard against the sheer fabric. White stockings gripped my thighs, their silky sheen begging to be touched, and silver stilettos made my legs look like they were built for sin. Long white satin opera gloves slid up my arms, slick and decadent, while a white satin scarf tight around my neck, teasing my flushed skin. I threw on a beige mac to cover the slutty ensemble, but underneath slutty lingerie, my pussy was already slick, my heart pounding.
We pulled up to the hotel and walked through the bar and into the reception which was packed, a sweaty crush of bodies laughing and drinking. Every step through that crowd was a thrill, the mac’s hem brushing my stockinged thighs, my pussy tingling beneath. I felt eyes on me—did they know I was practically naked under this thing? My clit throbbed at the thought, and Hubby’s firm hand on my lower back kept me steady as we wove through the chaos. The receptionist handed us the keycard, her smile oblivious to the fact that I was dripping just thinking about what was coming. My nerves were electric, my body screaming for release.In the room, the air was thick with promise.
Hubby’s eyes burned with hunger as he told me to ditch the coat when we got into the room I let it slide off, revealing the lace and satin clinging to my curves. My nipples strained against the Basque, and my pussy glistened under the dim lights. “On your knees,” he said , and I dropped, the carpet rough against my stockings. He pulled out a purple satin scarf, its rich colour a stark contrast to my pale getup. He tied it tight over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My senses went wild—the creak of the bed, the musky scent of his arousal, the way my own cunt pulsed with need.
A knock at the door. My breath hitched, my heart slamming against my ribs. Footsteps, a low exchange of words, then the door clicked shut. The stranger was here. I felt him before I heard him, the heat of his body close. Hubby’s hand cupped my jaw, guiding me to a thick, throbbing cock—not his. I opened wide, greedy, my lips wrapping around the stranger’s shaft, tasting his salty precum. My tongue swirled, hungry, as I sucked him deep, my gloved hands stroking his base. Then Hubby’s familiar dick nudged my cheek, and I switched, slobbering over him, then back to the stranger, my mouth a wet, eager playground for them both. Their groans filled the room, raw and primal, as I gagged and moaned, my pussy soaking the air with my scent.
They hauled me to the bed, positioning me on all fours like a bitch in heat. My arse was up, stockings taut, my dripping cunt begging for it. The stranger didn’t waste time—his cock slammed into my pussy, stretching me wide, each thrust a wet, obscene slap. I moaned, loud and shameless, as Hubby grabbed my hair and shoved his dick down my throat. I choked, spit dripping down my chin, my body rocking between them. The stranger’s hands gripped my hips, his thrusts relentless, my clit screaming as pleasure coiled tight. Then they switched—Hubby pulled out, slick with my spit, and moved behind me. The stranger’s cock, still hot from my pussy, pressed against my arsehole, pushing in slow but unyielding. I gasped, the burn morphing into a filthy kind of bliss as he filled me. Hubby slid into my cunt, his familiar girth making me shudder. They fucked me raw, one in my arse, one in my pussy, their cocks claiming every inch of me I felt so full. My body shook, pleasure exploding like a bomb, my screams muffled as I came, my holes clenching around them. The stranger grunted, unloading deep in my arse, his hot cum flooding me. Hubby followed, his dick pulsing as he pumped my pussy full, his seed mixing with my juices. Panting, I collapsed, my body a trembling mess.
The stranger slipped out, his footsteps fading as he left without a word. I didn’t see his face—the blindfold stayed on until Hubby untied it, revealing only his smug grin and the empty room. My arse and pussy leaked their cum, a sticky reminder of the debauchery. I slid my mac back on, the fabric cool against my sweaty, used skin. We walked back through the bar, the crowd still oblivious as I strutted through, cum dripping down my thighs, pooling in my stockings. Every step was a filthy secret, my body still buzzing, my mind already craving the next time.
