First Wednesday Adventure

First Wednesday Adventure By: Wifeshare I answered the phone on the second ring as agreed. "May I speak with Miss Smith," the caller asked. "Cindi," I whispered, "I've been reconsidering" . . . "Thank you, I'll call back later," quipped my wife from the other end and hung up the phone quickly. I sat there wondering how this night was going to turn out. I sat there in silence going over in my head the plan that my wife and I had made earlier in the week. Cindi, my wife of ten years was to go to the hotel bar downstairs which was known to be filled on weekday nights with out of town businessmen. These men were doing what men away from their wives seem to always do, go on the prowl for one night stands with local women. The first phone call, which I had just received, was my signal that she had arrived and was ready for me to come down from the room that we had rented, at the same hotel, to the bar where she was calling from. I was to take a table and watch the event develop. This had been a fantasy. But now it was actually taking place. I was to watch my wife be "picked up." I slipped my blazer on, looked in the mirror, and turned to go out of the room. A I waited on the elevator I imagined what was likely taking place in the bar five floors below. Had Cindi already been approached, I wondered? It wouldn't take long. When she left me forty minutes earlier she looked great. She was thirty two years old, and dressed to kill. At five foot three inches tall, her petite 100 pound body was well high-lighted in the tight short black skirt and red plunging silk blouse that she was wearing. Her 34b breasts were pushed high into soft deep cleavage by her black wonder bra, which was the only thing she had on underneath her sexy outfit. Her soft smooth shapely legs were bare and well exposed by the short skirt that barely covered her firm heart-shaped ass. I imagined the men in the bar watching as she came through the doors. They must have watched closely hoping that she was alone. And tonight she was, at least for the time being. The elevator came to a smooth stop and I exited the doors and walked the short distance to the lobby bar, from where Cindi had called me a few minutes earlier. As I walked into the dimly lit room I began to scan the bar looking for her. There were only a few women present and I guessed twenty five men at various tables, on stools and on the dance floor pawing at the women with whom they were dancing. I took a seat at an empty table just as I spotted Cindi and her new "friend" walk past. They took the table directly in from of me. Wow, she looked good and as I expected she was the rapid object of lust of all the men in the bar. She had been dancing with this man who looked to be in his mid forties, about six feet one and over two hundred pounds, I estimated. He was dressed in a dark business suit and towered over Cindi's petite frame as he seated her at the table before taking his place beside her. He pulled his chair very close to her and placed his right arm around her shoulders and his left hand high on her left thigh. He leaned close to her and was literally all over her. Little did he know that the man directly in from of him at the next table was her husband. I felt a strange mixture of excitement and jealousy as he leaned even closer to her and they began talking. Here I was, in a hotel bar watching my beautiful wife be seduced by an older man. Little did he know that I, her husband was watching their every move. And then I noticed that Cindi was gently rubbing his leg very high on the inside of his thigh only an inch below his bulging manhood. She is not wasting any time, I thought to myself, nor is she leaving him any doubts that she can be "had" tonight. She looked up at me winked and smiled and then back up at her new friend. It was obvious that their slow dance and her gentle leg massage was creating a stir in his boxer shorts. He reached down with his left hand and "adjusted himself" to allow a more natural direction for his peaking interest to swell and "grow." Why did watching my wife in this situation arouse me? Why did this situation cause my own interest to "swell?" At the same time I was jealous and angry. On one hand I wanted to run to my wife and take her back to "our" room and make passionate love to her and on the other hand I was enthralled and aroused at the spectacle of her making small talk, touching, and being touched and ultimately seduced by another man. Before I had time to become too jealous I noticed that he had moved his hand to the inside of Cindi's leg and was moving it further and further under her short skirt. She had uncrossed her legs under the table and as his hand moved higher, her legs parted slightly allowing him to touch her most private part. He stopped and looked at her deeply and knowingly when he realized that his hand was touching only flesh. He knew that she was wearing no panties and I watched as he removed his hand and placed his fingers in his mouth licking Cindi's moisture from his index and middle finger. He quickly place his hand back under her skirt and began gently moving his fingers inside her now wet vagina. She began to rock in her seat with the rhythm of his fingers. She was really getting into this and I began to feel very aroused. The thought of my wife being touched by a stranger in a public place and enjoying it brought me to a full erection. Cindi smiled and re-crossed her legs showing beautiful shapely leg all the way to her soft firm ass. It was mine and I was allowing another to experience it right before my eyes. Where would this lead. I could only guess. It had been over twelve years since another man had touched Cindi. She had had three lovers prior to me, the last one was two years before we were married. She had recounted all of her experience to me and I mine to her. We had always been totally honest with each other. I remembered when she told me about her previous lovers and the feelings of jealousy and excitement that her words gave me. The feelings were very similar to the ones that I was feeling now. We had agreed to explore these feelings deeper by allowing me to watch her tonight. She stood to go to the restroom and as she returned she caught my eye and raised her eyebrows, asking my permission to proceed with our plan. The moment of truth had arrived. I felt strangely cold yet sensuously aroused at the thought of what I was about to agree to. I looked at her lovingly and nodded my head. When she returned from the ladies room she gathered her purse and she and her new friend left the bar. So, it was now out of my control. There was no stopping it. She was in his "hands" and would not likely return to me the same chaste wife. As I walked back to our room I realized that I had crossed the line of no return. I unlocked the door and went into our room where I was to wait on her next call. I tried to watch TV but I couldn't think about anything but what might be happening to Cindi. It had all happened so fast. In what seemed like days but was actually only twenty minutes the phone rang. Again, the caller asked, "has Miss Smith returned?" "Oh Cindi," I whispered, "please be careful." "That's OK," she said, "I'll call back later." And then she quickly hung up. She was in his room. That had been my signal. I didn't know which room, only that she was with him. All I could do was wait. As I thought about her I again became aroused and turned on the pay TV to an adult channel and watched a woman being gang banged. All I could see was the picture in my mind of Cindi in the strangers embrace, naked, entwined, and being engulfed by strange hands and penetrated by a strange man. I went to sleep with this in my mind and yes, in my dreams. About 3:30 am the key in the latch awakened me. I pretended to be asleep as Cindi entered the room and immediately into the restroom. I listened as she spend fifteen or so minutes in the bathroom and wondered what was taking so long. When she joined me in our bed, I turned over and placed my hand on her cheek. She smiled in the dim lite and asked me to hold her. I did. "Well?" I asked. "Lets talk about it tomorrow," was her reply. She rolled over and went to sleep. I never went back to sleep. About 10:00 am she woke up and asked me to bring her some coffee which I did and sat down on the bed beside her. "Well?" again I asked. In a moment she broke into a smile. She leaned over and kissed me deeply. "Thank you," she said, "it was wonderful." I smiled back at her and she began to tell me the following story. We left the bar as you know around 11:00pm and went straight to his room on the third floor. He ordered some champagne from room service and we waited until it arrived just talking, necking, and touching. When the bottle arrived he poured us both a glass and we had a drink, or two. I was already feeling a bit tipsy from the two drinks he had bought for me at the bar. We began to make out very heavily and his hands were all over my body. It felt so good and it was so exciting to be touched by someone new and strange. It had been so long since anyone but you had touched me. Because I was wearing no panties and my blouse was soon opened and my bra removed I was very accessible to his hands and body. He picked me up and lay me on the bed. He kissed me and teased me with his tongue from head to toe. He really knew how to use his tongue on my bare clitoris. He would kiss, nibble with his lips, lick my sensitive love button, and then dart his tongue as far inside me as it would reach. Before long he brought me or an explosion that seemed to come in waves over and over. He was good and he knew it. Then he asked me to go down on him which I felt obligated to do. I removed his belt, his trousers, and then his boxers. What sprang out took my breath away. As you know, he was a big man, physically. His prick definitely fit his body size. It was the largest one I'd ever seen. All I could do was think how much I wanted to feel it rip into me and stretch me to the max. It was all I could do to surround the head with my lips. I licked the head and then slid it into my mouth, pulsing sucking, massaging the sensitive ring around the top of his huge prick. After a few minutes he pulled away and turned me over and crawled between my legs. As he was much larger physically than you I had to spread my legs very wide to allow him to fit comfortably. He moved up covering my body with his though he never allowed his massive weight to rest on my tiny body. And then his huge knob came into contact with my pussy lips. I parted my legs as wide as I could and raised them high. He gently pushed his knob inside. I thought I was going to explode. It was so large. Much larger that I'd ever had before. I was so wet it was only a few seconds until he was able to completely pierce my pussy. I thought that he was pounding my cervix deeper as he began to thrust deeply and solidly. He thrust and I was helpless to do anything but to ride him until my waves began to return. My orgasm never seemed to stop or was it just one after the other. I could not tell when one stopped and the next one began. This must have gone on for fifteen minutes. Finally, just when I thought that I couldn't take anymore I felt him tense, grow, thrust deeply and then grunt deeply and I felt his hot semen douse deeply into my womb. His orgasm was long and deep and when it finally ended he collapsed on top of me. I didn't think I could breath because of his weight but it was only a few seconds before he shifted his weight to his elbows and relieved my body. I was totally possessed by him. I had been mated as I have never been before. He rolled over and went to sleep. I gathered my things, cleaned up a bit, and returned to you. And that is my account of what happened last night. After my wife told me the above account of the previous night, we made love. I enjoyed the sensation of going where the stranger had been only a few hours before. The thought of his "taking" of my wife was exciting. We are considering trying some variation of the above. I'll let you know should we decide to do it again. 4763 1.34/512345