Our Night Out

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Our Night OutMy wife Wendy is a beautiful woman, her best feature her long legs and beautiful ass. When she wears a short skirt, men and women stare at her. She simply exudes sex appeal. Occasionally Wendy gets “in a mood” and I never know what’s coming but I know it will lead to the best sex ever. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist as well and likes public, risky sex on occasion. One day we planned an outing to Manhattan. We live a few hours north of NYC so it’s not unusual for us to do dinner, theater and a hotel somewhere near Broadway. This time we were celebrating her new boob job and my birthday. She went from an A cup to a B and she was finally healed enough to allow me to play and she made it clear she was “in a mood” to do so and it would happen on the trip. The day of the trip she took the day off and drove to Manhattan to shop and check into the hotel (she had our travel bag) and I worked and left early and took the train to meet her downtown. We were to meet at a favorite restaurant of ours at 6:00.I walked into the restaurant and spotted her immediately. She was dressed in a new ankle length black wraparound dress which buttoned in the front, nylons and four inch heels. I could tell she was wearing a garter belt because her black sheer stockings sagged a bit and were seamed. She knows this drives me crazy and tonight was no different. Her makeup was a bit on the severe side. Much darker eye makeup than normal but then not over the top either given our agenda for the evening. Lipstick was blood red and wet. We had a wonderful dinner and she was secretive all evening. When I would asked what she had planned all I got was a smile. Every time the conversation dulled a bit she rubbed my pant leg under the table with her stocking foot (which is how I discovered the seams). From dinner we cabbed it to the theater. The show was decent, not great, but in fairness I was distracted. The whole time we were there she occasionally dropped her hand to my crotch and occasionally I would try to run my hand up her leg but was blocked by her hand and the buttons on her dress. After the show we asyabahis walked the few blocks to our hotel. At one point she pulled me into an alley and kissed me, her lipstick smearing on us both and I swear her tongue almost down my throat. “I need to suck you honey” she pleaded. “Let me do it here. I can’t wait to taste you.”. “No chance, Wendy,” I responded, “we’re less than a block from the hotel and you know I won’t be satisfied until I make you cum, too”. She smiled, I’m certain anticipating this answer as she’s the risk taker, not me. She wiped off the lipstick smears off us both and applied it again to her lips. On we went to the hotel.Now a bit about the hotel. I won’t share the name but it’s on Broadway and unlike most hotels in the area, the rooms start on the third floor. No one wants these rooms usually because of the street noise and they are relatively inexpensive as a result. Sure enough though, Wendy took me to the third floor, and opened the door to a small room with the windows on Broadway and I mean floor to ceiling windows. The lights by the windows were on but other than that it was dark. I didn’t see our luggage and assumed Wendy stored it in the closet. We went to the bed and proceeded to kiss deeply while we undressed each other. I got her dress completely unbuttoned to find her in new black lingerie including a lacy half bra, nipples fully exposed and aroused, lacy nothing panties and of course garter belt and stockings. I fell to her nipples and started sucking them, kissing her in between sucks, all the while playing outside her panties. She was moaning like crazy with my teasing and her panties were soaked (she likes when I bite and twist her nipples and with the surgery recovery it had been too long for both of us). She had me naked in short order and I stripped off her dress. I paused a bit at that point as I didn’t want to make her cum like that. When my wife is aroused I swear anything gets her off; once she came while I licked her asshole through her pantyhose so sucking her nipples too much would definitely do the job.”I need to be asyabahis güvenilir mi inside you honey. It’s been too long” I moaned. “No way sweetie. I told you I wanted to taste you and I mean to do it.”. With that she went to the window, opened the blinds and took off her panties. Putting one foot on the desk chair and still facing the window she said, “You want me then come fuck me.” My wife’s language tends to get filthier as she gets more aroused and as I stood behind her and felt her warm body she moaned. I ran my hand up her stocking leg (and she put her foot on that chair because she knew how much I liked her in nylons) and didn’t stop until I touched her bald soaked pussy. She was now open to anyone who chose to look, albeit you needed to be pretty much across the street to see her. Sure enough one or two people had stopped to look and they weren’t just men. I slid my cock inside her from behind, easy enough with her in heels and she sort of slammed against the window, her nipples now sliding against the cool glass. Her pussy convulsed on me in her first orgasm, she came so hard that she squirted a bit against the glass and moaned with her mouth against the glass, lipstick smearing. She was really putting on a show for our audience though neither of us were watching the street. “Fuck me hard, baby, but don’t you dare cum.” I did as ordered wondering at the smooth hot wetness of her and knowing that were it not for the distraction of standing I would have already cum deep inside her, despite her warning of me not to cum. The more we fucked the more violent it became and the filthier she talked. “You like my wet cunt honey? It’s all yours. I’m all yours. I’ll bet you could slide all the way up my ass with ease I’m so wet.”. I glanced outside and I swear there were 20 or more watching our show now and some of the men had their hands in their coat pockets, no doubt fondling themselves. “Honey I can’t last much longer” I moaned and with that she turned so that her right side was now against the window and pulled me in front of her with my left side touching asyabahis giriş glass. Wendy dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock as far as she could. Now I’m fairly big, bigger than many of the porn stars and Wendy loved it. Also, when I knew we were going to have sex I would masturbate a few days before but not allow myself to cum. Tough to do but I knew it would yield a huge amount of sperm and Wendy loves a big load. Wendy sucked me a few minutes then pulled my head down for a sloppy wet kiss and then started all over. This went on for what was probably only a few minutes but seemed like an eternity. Finally, I moaned, “Baby I’m going to cum”, she pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “I love you so much honey. I want you to cum in my face. I need you to cover my face.” and with that, spurt after spurt covered her. Huge strings of white cum from forehead to chin. Stringers of cum going from top to bottom lip and I’m sure some in her mouth. She had cum dripping from her eyelashes. She stood up and kissed me gently and what happened next shocked me. She turned to the window and looked to the crowd. So many people it scared me and I’m sure we were moments away from her being fucked by a crowd or us being arrested. She looked out at the crowd, scooped the cum off her face onto her fingers and put her fingers in her mouth. When she had it all she then leaned into the window again, drooled the whole load down the glass but before it dripped far she licked it all back up and swallowed it.She said “Get dressed, quickly” and within a minute we were out of the room and with her leading me by the hand we walked up a flight of stairs to the fourth floor and then took the elevator to 26 where we quickly went into another room. This room had our luggage on the bed. “Honey, did you like it? I planned it all special for you. Well mostly for you.”, with a smile. “Baby, I can’t believe we did that. That was amazing.”, I said. “Honey, that was the appetizer. You can have the main course in bed with the lights out. I really need your tongue and I want you to be rough with my breasts.” As we undressed for bed, her cell phone buzzed with a text message. “Oh good, Beth got it”. “Pardon me?,” I asked. “My sister Beth set up across the street and got the whole thing recorded. She says we are, “hot as hell, can I play?”. Well honey, can you handle two women?”

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