Out of the Closet

It took us three trips to hotels to find the right one. The most important thing we were looking for was a closet that looked out on the bed. In some rooms, the closet was too near the door. If you stood inside the closet, you could not see the whole bed.

Less important was that the hotel had a bar that attracted men. The ideal bar would have been a well-known pickup bar, but the hotel we chose was used mainly by traveling businessmen. By six o’clock, the bar was full of men taking a break between business meetings and dinner. Most of the men were alone, but a few two and threes looked like they had continued their business meetings in a more relaxed atmosphere.

Joan and I went to the bar separately. I went first, finding a small table in a corner that gave me a view of most of the bar. Fifteen minutes later she arrived. She walked in like she owned the place, wearing the sexiest outfit we’d been able to put together. The cream-colored, sheer top was thin enough that you could see the dark circles around her nipples. They stood erect under the loose material swayed as she walked. The skirt was mid-thigh. We’d considered a shorter, tighter one, but decided that the swish of the loose fabric left more to the imagination. She wasn’t wearing any nylons, because her perfect legs didn’t need any. Besides, she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Because she was tall, we decided on open sandals with only the suggestion of straps. She carried a small black, soft-leather handbag.

Her clothing might have attracted attention in any room of filled mainly of men, but her face with its high cheekbones, flawless complexion, and emerald green eyes, surrounded by a mane of auburn hair were what all the men in the room were staring at. She walked up to where two stools were vacant at the bar and leaned against one while facing the room. She was facing toward me but didn’t look at me. Her eyes scanned those of the four men sitting at the two tables in front of me. Sure that she had their attention, she pushed herself up on the stool. As her bottom found the top, her legs opened up for a few seconds before she turned around to the bar. In those few seconds, the men at the tables in front of me must have seen what I had: the inside of her thighs, her shaved mound, and the dark slit.

The blond-haired man at the table near me was the first one to recover from the glimpse up her skirt. He went to the bar and stood sideways between her and the empty seat.

“Can I buy you a drink,” he said.

She turned to meet his eyes and delivered that sexy smile that always made me hard. “Sure.”

She ordered a glass of white wine while Tall Blond took the seat and ordered a draft.

“I’m Harry,” she said.

“Really? You’ve probably heard all the harry jokes,” she said.

“Most of them,” he said, smiling.

Even though Harry had beat the other men to the empty seat, they continued to watch the two at the bar. A few of the men looked like there were ready to take Harry’s place if he should make the smallest error. They needn’t have concerned themselves. Within a few minutes, Harry had his arm around Joan, pulling her to him.

With my excellent view, I saw her run her hand along his leg. He immediately responded by running his hand along her leg. When she shimmied a little, he got bolder and reached under her dress. When he rubbed up her leg, the skirt lifted and the observers were treated to her bare leg and bottom. The skirt fell over the bare leg as his hand dove between her legs.

I knew what her bare mound felt like. I’d been rubbing it only a half hour ago as I kissed her before coming to the bar. I also knew that as soon as he pushed into her slit, he’d feel how wet she was.

Harry turned toward her and used his right hand to slide up the inside of her leg. When she moaned loud enough for me to hear, I knew that he was rubbing her clit. That was my cue to head back to the room. I just hoped she wouldn’t wait too long. As excited as she’d been before going into the bar, it would only take a few minutes for her to come.

She didn’t wait long. Almost as soon as I was in the closet and had the door closed to all but a crack, I heard the door.

She walked past the closet and turned to him at the end of the bed. As soon as she stopped, his hands were all over her breasts. He held them and met her upturned lips. While they kissed, he unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it over her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. She turned slightly so that I could better see Harry kneading my wife’s breasts while he devoured her mouth. She moaned as he fingered and pulled her nipples.

He unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hands across her bottom and then around her hips. He cupped her mound. She turned back toward me so I could see Harry’s middle finger slide into her slit. As he rubbed her clit, she wiggled.

She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest.

“You’re not so hairy, Harry.”

He smiled. “You’re not hairy at all.”

She undid his belt, unfastened his pants and zipper, and let them fall. She dropped to her knees, pulled his pants and underpants down, and held them and his loafers while he stepped out. In less than two minutes she had him completely naked.

Still on her knees in front of him she took his penis in her mouth. He looked down at her but didn’t notice that as she ran her tongue around the end of his penis, she looked at me. He probably thought that her smile was about enjoying his penis rather than a smile at me.

As soon as he pushed hard in her mouth, she stood up. She went to the bed, pulled the covers down, and lay in the center.

“I don’t want you to come in my mouth. I want you to come in me.”

She raised her legs. She’d positioned herself so that my view was right between her legs. As she spread her legs, I could see how wet she was.

Harry climbed between her legs and leaned over her. As if he’d been making a movie and had been told to make sure the shot between his legs should show as much as possible, he kept his knees wide apart as he rubbed his penis in her slit. She wiggled as he rubbed her. She started to pant, and he slid down her slit and into her.

We’d talked about she should position herself to give me the best view. As soon as he was in her, she pulled her legs and tilted her bottom up. This gave me a perfect view of Harry pumping into her, and her vagina lip holding onto him each time he pulled back.

It’s not often a man gets to watch another man’s penis thrust in and out of his wife. Or hear his wife moan as the other man presses deep into her. Harry was grunting with each thrust. The two of them were making enough noise that I was sure they didn’t hear me drop my pants so I could relieve the pressure on my hard member which I held and rubbed slowly. I didn’t really want to come before I had a chance to be inside my wife’s pussy wet with Harry’s cum, but my member called to me.

I didn’t expect Joan to last very long. She’d almost come before we left for the bar, and sure enough, after only a few minutes, she cried out and her body shook. Harry sped up, and she pulled him toward her as he pressed deeper with each stroke. Soon his body shook as he pressed into her, arched his back, and cried out. His body twitched as held himself against her. After the last twitch, he relaxed. He brought his mouth to hers as he lay on her.

When he rolled to his right, his penis slipped out of her. It was shiny with my wife’s wet juice and his cum. She held her legs up for a minute longer so I could see her gaping open and Harry’s cum leaking out.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“I know you say that to all the women you pick up in a bar,” she said.

“I’ve never picked up a woman.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve never gone to bed with a woman before the third date.”

“Where are you from?”

“Ohio.”

“Don’t they have bars in Ohio.”

He laughed.

“We have plenty of bars. We just don’t have women like you.”

Harry began to rub her nipple. She raised her chest to his hand. He bent over and took her nipple in his mouth. While he ran his tongue over that nipple, his fingers rubbed and pulled the other one. He was starting to get erect again. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be ready.

He bent farther down and kissed her nude mound. He pulled her apart so he could see her vagina. Her slit was deep red and cum leaked from her. He tongued her clit, and she moaned. She started panting. He was standing straight out.

He raised up like he was going to mount her again. She rolled over and raised her bottom. She didn’t have to explain what he was supposed to do in this position. He crawled behind her, held her hips, and slid his member into her.

With her head down and his legs slightly apart, I could see his penis sliding in and out of her vagina. Her clit glistened with cum. She moaned and cried out with each of his thrusts. He held her hips and pulled her to him with each thrust.

This time he lasted longer—through two of her orgasms. Watching her second orgasm as she cried out and rammed back against each of his thrusts, I almost came. I had to leave go of my member, least the lightest touch set me off. After her second orgasm, he slowly sped up. She matched each thrust and grunted as he went deep. He held the rapid thrusts longer than I expected. She cried out, “Yes, yes.” As he began a frenzied pumping into her.

“Ah..” The ah went on and on as he pushed hard, and his body twitched. Even after he stopped twitching he held her. With a shudder, his body relaxed. He sat on his heels. She kept her bottom up so that not only so he could see his cum dripping out of her, but I could as well.

She laid down on her side. He laid behind her, his hand cupping her breast.

She looked up at the clock on the night table.

“You’d better go,” she said.

“What?”

“You’d better go. My husband will be back soon.”

“Your husband?”

“Yeah, we’re just in town for two days. He had a business dinner.”

Harry sat up.

“You’re married?”

“Yes. That’s why I have a husband. It might be better if you weren’t here when he gets back.”

“I want to spend the night with you,” he said.

“I know. And then we’d spend the morning screwing. That sounds like a good idea, but James probably wouldn’t approve.”

“Ugh.”

Harry got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. He left the door open, and I heard him peeing into the toilet. Joan looked over at me. I could see that she’d like to have another go with him. I leaned forward and shook my head.

“Any chance your husband is going to be gone tomorrow?” Harry said as he put on his clothes.

“Well,” She looked over at me. “He’s going golfing tomorrow morning.”

“Can I come to see you?”

“Be here at ten,” she said. “You better go.”

Harry went to her. He held her breast while he kissed her. Then he turned as walked past the closet. I heard the door open and close. I waited a few seconds to make sure he didn’t rush back for one more kiss. I kicked my pants off and slid the door open.

“Did you enjoy that?” she said.

“You were terrific,” I said.

“Not amazing?”

“That too.”

I dropped my shirt and pulled off my socks. She laid back and spread her legs. I crawled between them. Her slit was amazingly wet with Harry’s cum dripping out of her. I slid into her.

“I loved you watching me,” she said as I started thrusting in her.

“You made me so hot with that flash in the bar that I thought my penis would bang on the table.”

“Could you see his penis in me?”

“He spread his legs just right. I had a perfect view.”

“I was thinking of your eyes on me when I came,” she whispered between pants.

I started pressing deeper with each thrust. She pulled her legs up more.

“I could see his penis shiny with your juices pump in and out of you.”

“His penis felt just like you do right now.”

“I almost came when you had your second orgasm on your knees.”

“He almost made me come a third time with his fast thrusts.”

I sped up and felt her back arch as she cried out and pulled me closer. I kept up the fast pace and felt the pleasure grow until I had to press deep as the passion passed through me.

The bathroom was a little tight with only one sink. I stood back brushing my teeth as she washed her face. Around the toothbrush and toothpaste foam, I slurred, “We didn’t talk about tomorrow.”

“He’s nice. You don’t mind, do you?”

“I got the feeling you wanted him to stay.”

“I did.”

“How long you think it will take me to do a golf loop?”

“You could get back about four.”

I spit out the foam and rinsed my mouth.

“What are you going to do with him?”

“About four or five times.”

“Different position every time?”

“I expect so.”

I reached around and held her breasts as she dried her face. I nibbled on her shoulder.

“You going to ask him if I can watch?”

“Can he spend the night tomorrow?”

“Three in the bed?”

“You get to watch up close.”

“Guess we’ll make do.”

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