Hot Wife Shares Me With Her Husband on Anniversary Night

A Hot Wife Ate Me and Fed Me to Her Husband

I was at this hotel bar, you know, just drinking wine and killing time. I'd flown in for some boring conference and had the evening to myself. The place had that dim, moody lighting with soft music playing, and people were scattered around. Some couples in booths, a few solo folks like me at the bar.

Then this couple slid onto the stools next to me. The husband had on a nice watch and one of those crisp shirts that probably cost too much. But her? She was the one I noticed. Long dark hair, legs for days, wearing this dark dress that caught the light when she moved. She sat down and turned right to me.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

I said yeah, told her I was just in town for some conference. She mentioned they were celebrating their anniversary. The husband flagged down the bartender and ordered champagne. We chatted about the hotel, the city, the usual traveler small talk.

Then the husband spotted someone across the room. He got up and wandered over to talk to him. They stood there chatting.

She sighed and looked at me. "He's having fun," she said.

We kept talking, just the two of us now. She asked me questions, personal stuff, and I found myself answering. I couldn't help noticing how her dress hugged her hips. She had this thin gold chain on, and I realized she wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

Then she reached out and touched my earring.

"These are beautiful," she said. Her fingers lingered on the pearl, then slid down the side of my ear. She tucked my hair behind my ear, her knuckle brushing my jaw.

It felt good. I knew then that she was interested in me. She smiled. I smiled back.

"I have been here three days," she said. Her voice was lower now. "I want to relax. I want to have wine in my room and chill. But he keeps wanting to stay out."

I asked why she did not just go up to her room. She said he was having fun and she did not want to be alone. She looked at me.

"Will you come with me?" she asked. "I do not want to be alone. I think you would be good company."

I said sure, let's go ask him. She hopped off her stool and walked over to her husband. She touched his arm and whispered something in his ear. He looked over at me and nodded. She laughed and touched his chest. Then she came back to me.

"He is all for it," she said. "He said to have fun."

She took my arm and we walked to the elevators. We got in and she pressed fifteen. She stood real close, her shoulder brushing mine, tracing her finger along my arm the whole ride up.

The elevator stopped and we walked down the quiet hallway, that soft carpet under our feet. We stopped at 1524. She pulled out her keycard, her hands shaking a little as she slid it in. The light turned green and she pushed the door open, standing there in the doorway with the room waiting behind her.

"Coming?" she asked.

She held out her hand. I took it and walked inside with her.

The room was a suite with a separate sitting area, couch and chairs, and this huge bed with white sheets. Through an open door I could see the bathroom had a large tub and glass shower. Way nicer than my tiny room on the fourth floor.

We sat on the couch, this dark velvet thing that my body just sank right into. She got up and went to the desk where a bottle of red wine was waiting. She pulled the cork and that pop sound made me suddenly aware of my own breathing. She poured two glasses and handed me one. The wine was warm and full going down. We drank and talked about nothing really. The conference, the hotel, her dress.

After about five minutes she stopped talking and turned her whole body toward me. She set her glass down on the side table and stared right into my eyes. Her pupils looked huge and dark in the dim light. She moved closer on the couch, the velvet compressing under her as she shifted her weight. She closed her eyes, her lips parted, and she kissed me.

Her lips were soft and tasted like wine. I just let it happen, didn't pull away. She pulled back to look at me, then kissed me again, lingering longer this time, her mouth opening wider. By the third kiss we were full on making out. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, warm and wet, moving slow as she explored with these gentle strokes. Her fingers found my hair, running through it, gripping it soft but firm as she pulled me closer. Our chests pressed together and she kissed me harder but still gentle, her tongue dancing with mine. We stayed there on the couch just kissing, her hands moving to my neck, mine finding her waist. The wine sat there forgotten. The room was quiet except for our breathing and these small sounds our mouths were making.

She moved her hands to my blouse and started undoing the buttons one by one, her fingers brushing my skin as she went. She pushed the fabric off my shoulders, then leaned in and licked my neck. Her tongue was warm and wet, moving from my collarbone up to my ear, sucking gently on my skin.

Her hand moved to my breast, cupping it through my bra, squeezing soft. I reached for her dress and pulled it up halfway. Her legs were bare underneath and I touched her thigh, smooth and warm.

She pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts. She looked at them, then leaned down and licked my nipple, making it harden under her tongue. I pulled her dress higher. Her breasts were covered in lace. I pulled the lace down too and her breasts fell free, full and heavy.

We pressed together, our breasts touching, skin soft against soft. We rubbed them together as we kissed, her tongue back in my mouth. She went back to my neck, licking it while we moved against each other. Our nipples were hard, brushing against each other, and the feeling made me wet between my legs. She knew it. She could feel my heat.

Her hand moved down my stomach, her fingers reaching the waistband of my skirt. She paused there and looked at me. I nodded. She slid her hand inside.

She found me wet. Her fingers slid through my folds easily, touching my clit, and I gasped. She rubbed it in slow circles. I reached for her dress and pulled it over her head. She wore matching lace panties. I unhooked my bra and threw it aside, then unzipped my skirt and lifted my hips so she could pull it off. I lay there in only my panties. She stood and removed hers, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled me.

She sat on my lap, her panties soaked. I could feel her wetness through the thin fabric pressing against my own wet panties. She ground down on me, her hips moving in slow circles. The friction of the fabric against my clit made me moan. She leaned forward and kissed me while she ground harder. Our breasts bounced against each other. The wetness between us made this slick sound.

She got down on her knees on the floor and hooked her fingers in the sides of my panties. She pulled them down my legs and off, throwing them aside. I was completely naked now. She spread my legs wide and looked at my pussy, swollen and dripping. She leaned in and licked me from bottom to top, her tongue flat and wide and warm.

She focused on my clit, sucking it gently between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. She used her fingers to spread my lips wider, licking in patterns. She knew exactly where to press and exactly how fast to move. She used her fingers to enter me while her tongue worked my clit, two fingers curling inside me, finding my spot immediately.

It was better than any man had ever eaten my pussy. She was patient and listened to my body, adjusting her speed and pressure based on my sounds and movements. She did not rush. She built me up slow. My hips bucked against her face and she held me down, kept licking. The pleasure built in waves. My thighs shook, my stomach tightened. I grabbed her hair and pulled.

I came hard. My orgasm exploded through me, my pussy contracting around her fingers, my clit pulsing against her tongue. I cried out and arched my back. The pleasure lasted long and deep. She licked me through it and did not stop. When I finished shaking she looked up at me, her chin shiny with my wetness, and smiled.

She was not done with me.

We moved to the bed and I lay back on those soft sheets, spreading my legs for her. She slipped off her panties and climbed over me, getting herself positioned so her thighs straddled mine. We started kissing again, slower this time, really taking our time with it. Our breasts pressed together and I could feel her nipples hard against my skin as we rubbed on each other.

She lowered herself down until her pussy touched mine. She was so wet and hot against me. She started grinding, moving her hips in slow circles at first, then faster. I grabbed her ass with both hands, feeling her cheeks flex as she moved. I used my grip to guide her, pulling her down harder when I wanted more pressure, slowing her down when it got too intense.

We found a rhythm together. Her clit rubbed against mine with each thrust. I could feel how soaked we both were, making everything slick and easy. I looked down between us and watched her pussy sliding against mine, pink and swollen and glistening.

She sat up a bit to get better leverage, bracing herself on her hands. Her breasts hung right above me and I reached up to touch them, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and ground down harder on me. The friction was building fast. My legs started shaking and my stomach tightened.

I gripped her ass tighter and pulled her onto me, controlling exactly how she moved. She grinded down hard and steady, hitting the perfect spot. I felt the orgasm building deep in my core, spreading outward until it crashed over me. I came hard, my whole body tensing up as my pussy spasmed against hers. I cried out and arched my back, holding her down on me as the waves kept coming.

She kept grinding through it, not stopping until I went completely limp beneath her. Then she collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies on each other, both of us breathing hard.

I came twice but she had not come yet. I told her it was time to return the favor. She bit her lip and looked at me with needy eyes. She said she could not come without a cock inside her. She needed to be filled to orgasm. Then she asked if she could call her husband. She said it was his dream and she had promised him for their anniversary but it had not happened yet. I thought about it and agreed. No harm in watching I figured.

He came in ten minutes. When he walked in he saw us on the bed still kissing. She definitely loved kissing me. The lights were off and the room was lit only by the city lights coming through the window. He stood there watching for a moment. Then he went straight to the bathroom to shower. He came out a few minutes later with a towel around his waist.

Meanwhile she had moved me to the corner sofa in the room. She sat me down there to watch. She got on her knees in front of me and started kissing my legs, moving up my thighs slowly. Her husband walked over to us. He dropped his towel. He approached her from behind. He did not waste any time. He grabbed her hips and entered her wet pussy right away in one smooth thrust.

She moaned loudly when he filled her. He started fucking her good and hard. She kept her eyes on my face while he pumped into her. She held my legs tight and squeezed them with her hands. Her fingers dug into my skin. I could not help myself. I started masturbating. I rubbed my pussy while I watched them. It was so hot seeing him take her from behind while she looked at me.

The pace got faster. Her moans got louder. I could tell she was close. Right before she came she buried her face in my pussy and started eating me. I grabbed her hair and held her head against my pussy. She licked me furiously while her husband fucked her harder. We came together. Her body shook against mine and I felt her moan into my pussy as she climaxed around her husband's cock. I came too, holding her hair tight, my hips bucking against her face.

Then she got up and pulled her husband closer to me. She started jerking him off with her hand. She looked at him and commanded, "Cum on her. Cum! Wherever you want."

She looked at me and said, "Don't worry. I will lick you clean."

Then she grabbed my face with one hand and pulled it closer to his cock. She had his cock in her other hand and stroked him until he came on my lips.

When he was done she pushed him away and said to him, "You are done."

Then she licked his cum clean from my face. She used her tongue to gather it and fed it to me with her tongue. She took half for herself. He just watched.

We stood there a few more minutes while she licked and kissed and touched me everywhere. Then I said it was time for me to go. I got dressed and left. It was a fun experience and a good time.

The next morning I saw them at breakfast having coffee. The other guy was there too. The one the husband had talked to at the bar. I walked over and asked to sit with them. She looked at him and said, "This is the girl I was talking about." Then she looked at me and asked, "Wanna watch the three of us tonight?"

I turned out while she was preparing me, the husband was talking to this guy to prepare him for a threesome with her. It was their anniversary deal.

I did not say no. And I did not regret that night 😜