I would like for my wife to get a friend with benefits

The Conference

    I enter the hotel bar, trying to look calm even though my heart is racing. I smooth down my skirt, take a deep breath and try and wear the confidence I don't feel. I head to the bar, and smile at the barman as I perch on a stool. I order a margarita to calm my nerves, as soon as it arrives, I take a small sip and relax. I look around, trying to look casual and uninterested. And then I see him, and my heart jumps into my throat....

    He's talking with a friend in his usual smart suit, looking like he owns the room. He glances at me from across the room and I feel my cheeks heat immediately. All day it feels like we've been circling each other, or is that just in my head. And now he's here, and....oh he's walking towards me! I take a quick second sip and try to look nonchalant as I feel my head emptying of all sense. 

    "Can I join you and keep you company?"

    I look up at his face, he has a mischievous look about him, as if I am going to be in trouble if I say yes...

    "Yes" I say, a bit too quickly, too eagerly. I'm sure there's a smirk on his face, before his more relaxed smile returns. He settles next to me and orders a drink. He makes small talk about the conference, this helps me relax although he's still looking at me with intense eyes, and I quickly sip my drink.

    He motions to my left hand, looking at my wedding ring as he asks how happily married I am. I don't quite know how to answer that. 

    "I am happy" I finally say after a pause, "but... erm...maybe a little...bored".

    "Uh huh!" He says taking a sip of his drink. "So you'd be up for a little excitement then, something to help with the...boredom?"

   "Oh, I..." I go to take another sip of my drink but it's empty. I hear him chuckle as he takes the drink from my hand and places it down on the bar. 

    "How about I pour you a drink upstairs where we can get more comfortable and we can see what we can do to entertain you."

    He doesn't wait for a reply but stands up, holds out his hand to me, and without thinking I accept and let him lead me out of the bar. As we stand and wait for the lift he stands too close, or too close for a stranger anyway. The door opens and he leads me into the car with his hand on the small of my back. I feel shivers shoot through me at this simple touch. We walk into the lift and move towards the back. There's a small crowd in the car, but he keeps his hand on my back. And then I feel it edging down, over the curve of my bum. He squeezes my plump bottom and moves down and starts lifting up my dress! 

     I turn and give him a 'what are you doing' stare but he just smiles and carries on, and I don't brush his hand away or make any attempt to stop him. 

    His hand then moves under my dress and over my panties. And then! Oh Lord his fingers trace down the gusset, over my pussy, over the damp patch that's been forming. 

    "Ooh!" I whimper, a head turns, I come to my senses and pretend to cough as he laughs at my faux pas. Then the door pings, he moves his hand away, my dress falls back into place and I'm ushered out of the lift. 

    We arrive at his room, enter, he switches on the lights and closes the door. And then before I can even think about what we are about to do he has me pushed back against the door, his hands flat to the door caging me in. 

    "Okay bored little housewife, you want excitement, and quite frankly I want to fuck you until your cunt is dripping and swollen and you can still feel me when you return to your husband tomorrow."

   "Oh!" is all I can manage in reply. 

    "And the only responses I want from you is 'Yes Sir' or 'Red' if you want me to stop, understood?"

   "Err, yes...I think."

   "Tut tut Mrs Wifey, that was not one of the acceptable responses. Try again."

   "Yes Sir"

    "And you're happy for me to use your body however I want to bring us both some...excitement" he says with a definite smirk.

    I take a deep breath and try and not think about all the reasons this is a mistake... "Yes Sir!"

    "Good girl Mrs Wifey, I think we are both going to have a very good night tonight."

    I expect to be led to the bed, but he backs away, pulls out the desk chair, sits down and crosses his legs. Looking slightly bored now, he orders me to take off my dress but leave my heels on. I can feel panic rising, no-one but my husband has seen me undressed for years, decades. 

   "Well Mrs Wifey, why am I waiting? Or do you need to say 'Red'?"

    I gulp down my nerves, unzip my dress, and with eyes closed let it fall to the floor. And then suddenly he's there, circling me.

   "Open your eyes!" He barks.

Sean Connery & Tippy Hedren in Marnie, 1964

    And then he inspects me as if I'm cattle at a market on show for prospective buyers. His hands slide over my bottom, squeezes my breast. With disgust he slides my bra strap over my shoulder.

   "Well Mrs Wifey, I don't care for your lingerie, it's almost as if you weren't expecting it to be seen. In fact I can't bear to look at it any longer."

    And with that he rips off my bra, and pulls down my knickers. I step out of them and he picks them up and puts them into his pocket.

    "That's better" he says giving my breast a slap, and then standing in front of me, looking me directly in the eyes he slowly moves both of his hands down my body. My pulse is racing and I'm struggling to breathe, no one has touched me like this, looked at me like this for a long time, if ever. 

    "On the bed" he orders and I start to quickly scurry over to the bed, but then suddenly the shrill ringing of a phone, my phone. I look about for my purse, and see it on the floor across the room. 

    "Leave it and get on the bed" he growls. 

    But I know that's my husbands ringtone, a slice of cold goes through me, I need to stop it ringing. I apologise as I dart for my handbag and with fumbling shaking fingers turn it off and toss it back in my bag before moving quickly to the bed....

************

"Hello!..."

"Darling can you hear me?"

    I hear movement, it sounds like someone falling.

  "Darling are you okay?"

    And then I hear a man's voice, it's muffled but it's definitely a man, and he sounds cross. 

    'I told you to leave it! You are naughty Mrs Wifey, you know what that means don't you?'

    My mind is racing, is she in trouble, is he going to hurt her? Should I shout for attention or call 999?

    'I'm sorry Sir' I hear her say, and I want to tell her it's okay, I'm here and I'll send help. And then...Slap! And a little yelp.

    'Count' I hear the man bark, and then my wife murming 'yes Sir', as the slaps continue. 

    All the possible explanations are wurring around my head. But as I hear her begin to pant and sigh I realise I don't need to call for help.

    I sit down and look at my phone that is spewing out all their filthy noises, my thumb hovering over the End Call button. 

    'Oh you like that don't you, you dirty little whore, see how wet your cunt is, taste it you filthy little slut!'

    Fuck me! My wife being called a whore and a slut, my cock twitches, I'm so fucking angry and turned on. I don't know whether to punch the wall or grab my cock! 

    The slapping seems to have stopped, I switch my phone to speaker and turn it up to the maximum. All I can hear is panting and sighing... and then a zip. I can feel my dick hardening, listening to their noises, I rub it through my pants as I hear movement and a little yelp. Is he being rough with her? God I hope he's being rough with her. I give in to my bodies sick desires and quickly pull out my now hard length, I look at it for a moment, disgusted with myself, but who am I kidding I'm so fucking turned on! So here I am tugging at my cock listening to a stranger use my wife like a filthy whore.

    'On your knees bitch and open your fucking mouth!'

    "Oh yes you dirty slut" I groan picturing her kneeling in front of his big dick. I hit mute as I start calling my wife all the filthy names I've wanted to call her for years. Precum dripping from me as I slide my hand up and down my cock.

    'Yes Sir' she dutifully replies and then I laugh as I hear her shocked yelp and muffled noises, I imagine him holding her head and filling her beautiful mouth full of his cock. I imaging him pushing it all the way down her throat. I imagine the tears and anxious eyes, the drool and panic. And I imagine him ignoring her muffled pleas as he fucks my wife's mouth hard and fast. 

    Oh god was that a little choking sound and spluttering? I have to squeeze myself to stop me cumming there and then. 

    'Good girl' I hear as I try and slow my breathing and calm my strokes. 

    'Such a pretty little mess' and then I think he must be kissing her. My stomach drops at the intimacy. I've just almost fucking cum to him fucking her face and it's a kiss that then upsets me! Shaking my head I stand up and walk a few steps, cock bobbing about, like it's taunting me, my lurid desires on display. 

    But then I hear rhythmic slapping, flesh on flesh, he must be fucking her now. It a mix of sighs, moans, grunts, it's hard to tell them apart. 

    'Your cunt feels.... so good Mrs Wifey....you should be be ridden hard....and often' I hear him grunt between rhythmic slaps. I picture him mounted on her like a dog on a bitch in heat. My hand is on my cock again, moving to their rhythm.

    'Yes Sir!....uh....thank you....uuh....Sir' I hear my wife pant. My sweet, kind, shy, supposedly faithful wife, who currently has a strangers dick deep in her wet cheating pussy! Oh god! I can picture it, picture them, her on all fours, him tugging her head back by her hair, a sheen of sweat over her skin. Him above her pounding her hard, as his other hand roams over her, slapping her ass, squeezing her breast...oh fuck I can't take much more. A pressure is building, my balls are about to explode. Their noises are getting more rugged, the tempo building, he's calling her her a good little whore, I'm calling her a nasty slut! 

     And then with a blinding light and a deep roar I cum! I explode! My jizz flies across the room as I shudder and shake out my release. I just about catch what must be his release and my wifes orgasmic moan. Fuck me! 

    I crash back to reality as I stare at my cum on the carpet. I hear them moving and kissing and quickly hit End Call.

************

     Oh my god! I'm buzzing with little aftershocks from a mind blowing orgasam as he rolls off me. I laugh out loud, he looks at me quizzingly. 

     "I'm sorry, just...well that was amazing! Just what I needed and...well this whole thing is so unlike me! I was just wondering what my husband would have made of it if he could have seen me. I don't think he would imagine this is what I want, what I need."

   "Well, it definitely was lots of fun Mrs Wifey and I look forward to seeing you at the next conference in June," He says giving one of my nipples a tweak and then leans down for a soothing suck.

   "Hmmm yes" I dreamily mumur, still enjoying the sting on my buttocks and the ache in my pussy.  But then I remember my husband's call. 

    "I really need to go and call my husband back or he'll be worried where I am" I give him a quick kiss and start scurrying around the room collecting my belongings, I can't find my knickers but decide to leave them. I say one last goodbye and thank you as I leave his room, and then let out a long sigh in the corridor. 

     Back in my room I pour myself a cold glass of water and sit on my bed trying to collect myself. I pull out my  phone and click the telephone symbol which opens on recent calls. I stare at my phone, not understanding what I'm seeing. A call from my husband, tonight, a long call?! A slow panic rises, his call...oh god! I'm going to be in so much trouble!

"Mmmm, oh!"

I hear someone murmur, my eyes gently flutter open from a wonderfully erotic dream. I slowly realise it's me making the noises and my body's writhing on the bed. I manage to look down my naked body to see you feasting on my pussy. 

"Oh Lord!" I mutter and try but fail to reach for your head, my own head still heavy with sleep drops back on the pillow. At the same time your tongue does something incredible to my clit and I arch and cry out, whilst waves of hot sensations radiate from my core. 

I hear chuckling and I manage to look down again, your chin resting on my thigh, your face and beard covered in my juices you smile up at me "Good morning Sleepy Head!"

I try to say good morning but even I don't recognise the noises I make as words, I drop my head back down as electric sparks continue to pulse through me. I hear you laugh again as you crawl up my body, peppering it with kisses along the way, your beard tickling my sensitive skin and puckered nipples. When you reach me you rub your nose on mine and then give me a tender kiss, after which I give your shoulder a playful pat and call you a naughty man, you nuzzle into my neck and bite my ear telling me I wouldn't want you any other way. 

As you continue to nibble my ear and neck, making me sigh, you push my legs apart and sink your hard length into me. You don't start moving you just rearrange our limbs so I'm half draped on you, and start talking about what we're doing today, with just an occasional slow push into me. 

You tell me we have no plans, so we can have a lazy morning and maybe go out for lunch as you lick and kiss down my neck. I murmur I'll do whatever you want, I don't know how you can talk when all I can think about is your big cock filling and stretching me, as we slowly rock and move together. You smile at me as your hands move to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, a thumb distractingly flicking a nipple. My hand strokes down your back, I grab hold of your bum and push my hips against you, finding just the right angle to lazily rock against, my already sensitised clit begins to throb and tingle again. You capture my little moans and sighs with slow deep kisses. I find myself clinging on to you, wanting every bit of me to be pressed up against every bit you. 

Our breathing is getting heavier as we both hold each other tighter and tighter, our movements begin to build, and the throbbing deep in my core is growing and growing. You roll me over, your whole body pinning me to the bed, your forehead rests on mine for a moment as you catch your breath. 

Then you withdraw and plunge back, oh so gloriously deep and hard into me, and my climax rockets through me as you hold yourself buried to the hilt kissing my neck, my legs cling on to you pushing you deeper. You thrust in again and I'm utterly wrecked, again and again you keep going until your orgasm rushes through you too with a low grumbling guttural noise and I feel you flood me with your cum. 

You carefully roll to the side, I move with you, keeping you deep inside me and we settle with limbs entwined. I soothingly stroke your side until I hear your breathing even out, I look up as your heavy eyes close, I kiss your chest and whisper, "now who's the Sleepy Head!"