My 1st Pick-up While Married

When I was married, my husband liked to watch me with other men after we had been married for a year or so. I loved him very much and wanted to please him so I did as he asked in order to receive his love in bed afterwards.

I remember on one occasion we were on vacation in Orlando, Florida before I made that state my residence. He told me he wanted me to go to the hotel bar that night and let a man pick me up.so he could watch.

I remember sitting at a circular booth in the corner having a drink and my husband parked himself at the bar so he could see what was going on. After sitting there for an hour alone and sipping on my third rum and Coke, the bar started filling up.

I soon found a drink being sent to my table and an average looking man in a suit and tie saluting me to let me know it was from him. It didn't take him but a few minutes to approach my table and ask if he could join me.

I told him I was there for a business meeting with a colleague who didn't drink and basically alone and he told me he was too.

After a few more drinks and a lot of small talk, I told him I missed my husband and he scooted close to me and put his arm around me and said he too missed being with his wife. We agreed that the business world with all its meeting and long hours put a strain on relationships.

When I felt him rubbing my back and working down my bra strap on my shoulder through the material of my blouse, I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed him too.

He asked me if I ever cheated on my husband and I told him I might with the right man as I flirted with him.

I moved my hand upward and began massaging his cock through his pants with my fingers hidden by the table cloth as he kissed me. It only took a few minutes before I had his pants unzipped and my fingers around his average sized erection. I parted my legs as I felt his hand pushing against my inner thigh and then his fingers rubbing my wet slit through my thin silk panties.

I remember the cocktail waitress coming over while we were masturbating each other and asking if we were alright and him telling her to come back in a few minutes and he would make it worth her while. I knew she knew something was going on since his tie was laying on the table, his shirt partially unbuttoned as well as my blouse being open enough for the middle of my bra to show.

I remember his face was red and he was sweating from all the bourbon he had drunk. His cock was oily from his precum and I was using it to lubricate my hand job on him.

As soon as I felt his finger penetrate me, I moaned in his ear and whispered that I needed his big cock in me (even though it was average). I felt more fingers being shoved up inside me as I worked his dick up and down.

I remember whispering in his ear that I wanted to go to his room and suck him. I told him I wanted to taste another man's cum tonight. That's all it took for him to ejaculate all over my fingers under the table.

I remember wiping my hand with a cloth napkin as the waitress came over and he gave her his credit card for our drinks and he tipped her fifty dollars in cash.

He told me that he felt guilty and loved his wife and he was sorry for leading me on but told me I was a nice person and he enjoyed my company.

I kissed him on the cheek and got up and left, going to our room. My husband followed close behind and the fucking that night was fabulous.