Bev's fanny is sweet - it has just the right amount of hair (I'm not keen on a shaved pussy)and always tastes great, and she likes nothing more than my tongue licking her clit, whilst my fingers slide in and out of her fanny and arse. We went to our room, showered and changed. Playfully I said, "What about him?" "Not a chance," was her short reply, said with such determination that I believed her.
When we arrived at the hotel we saw a rather good looking man serving behind the bar. If I added the idea that another man joined in and she sucked his cock whilst he rubbed her tits, then she would be writhing on the bed thrusting her hips and panting like she couldn't wait for it to happen. This always made her wetter than usual, and brought her to a gasping climax as I described how he would slide his hands over her body, up her skirt, and into her knickers. In the week leading up to our weekend away I had used the chance of meeting another man and what he could do to Bev (my curvy, slim wife) whenever we had sex. We had been invited away for the weekend to a party at a friends house and had booked in at a local hotel. For some time we had been discussing involving other men in our sex life, but I was keen and she was not - not at all in fact.
The first time my wife kissed another man after we had married I was surprised.
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