Hot Wife Story: 39, WM, Huntsville Embassy Suites

The hotwife opportunity found me the first time; I didn't find it. I was sitting at my hotel bar in Huntsville one night, having a drink and an appetizer. I'm more of a boots and jeans guy, but work had me dressed in a blue suit, gray shit, and an open collar. I had hung my jacket on the bar seat in mentally exhausted mode and tried to chill.

This attractive couple in their late 40s or early 50s sat down. We chatted, drank, talked, and visited for an hour. They were classy and never suggestive or anything that I picked up on. We found lots of common ground; we laughed, joked, and had a great time with the drinks, taking the edge off. They both had rings on, and he even had a black one on his right hand, which I was clueless about. They seemed mature, confident, and complete as partners. They tabbed out and got my bill as well. She slid me a room key with the number on it and leaned over, and said, “Come see us!lI was perplexed but intrigued. Very apprehensively, I paid out and went to my room. I had a buzz but was aroused too. I decided to leave my wallet in my room and take my ID out and put it in my pocket. I grabbed a few condoms, took a leak, did a once-over in the mirror, and went to room 611.I knocked and put the card by the reader, and it unlocked. I stuck my head in, and he told me to come in. He was making drinks at the bar; it was a suite. In a chill and relaxed way, he handed me a beer and said she was in the bathroom. I thought he might have had some bi or beta vibes, so I told him I was completely straight and had never done anything like that. He smiled and said relax. He told me that he had the misfortune of having his prostate removed, and even though they had some alternative means, they liked to let her play on the side some. Still confused, I didn’t know what to think.She came out freshly showered, in boy shorts and a wife-beater with no bra. She was curvy but beautiful. She had big boobs, and I could see her nipples through the thin material.She grabbed her wine, and we chatted some more. I kept uncontrollably staring at her boobs, and she called me out. I apologized and told them I didn’t want to be disrespectful or a douche, and she said, “I would have covered up if I didn't want you to look!”She smiled and said, “We didn’t invite you here to talk!” She grabbed my hand, leading me into the bedroom, and he sat on the couch, watching through the doorway.Standing there, she took her tank and shorts off, kissed me, and unbuckled my pants. She immediately went down on me. I was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum. I tugged on her hair to come up and gently manhandled her to the bed, where I went down on her. She was aroused, pulsating, and dripping wet. She orgasmed quickly with me orally, and from there, we had close to two hours of passionate sex. I knew he could see but eventually just went with it. She had a high sex drive and was yearning for a good encounter. She orgasmed very often and soaked the sheets. We were both utterly wet with sweat and finally reached exhaustion and satisfaction. I was about to die from holding back, and she pulled the condom off, and before she could stroke me, I blew a heavy airborne load on her stomach and boobs. I remember having to take a leak horribly, so I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom, tossing her a towel. I used the bathroom and put my clothes on.I came out without a horny buzz and conjured up the words to say, “I’m speechless, but it was an amazing experience!” I gently eased towards the door, left the key on the table, grabbed water from the bar, and eased out.I think about that often and how amazing it was. She was terrific, and he was a true gentleman. I have never sat at a hotel bar again without thinking of that night. I also learned what a hot wife experience is, and now it’s my favorite