It was going to be another one of those getaways…where the sex is so hot and my husband and I just can’t get enough of each other. He were interstate for the week for a work conference and I had flown down for the weekend to meet him. We had spoken on the phone at least once a day and had sent each other dirty texts but we hadn’t cum – we’d made a pact. We were both so horny by now that just looking at each other risked throbs of ecstasy to spontaneously erupt through our bodies.

I was standing in the taxi queue. I was meeting my husband at his hotel. My skin tight black jeans looked hot and sat low on my waist and the lacy string of my barely there thong could be seen as I bent over to adjust my sky-high heels. They were new…my husband hadn’t seen them…we’d been looking for sexy black shoes for months…I’d finally found the perfect pair! I’d be leaving them on for sure tonight!!

I caught the eye (or my jeans had) of the well built guy standing behind me in line and he smiled. His eyes burned into mine as he asked the time. Small talk began to ensue and he asked if I lived locally. Explaining I was visiting, he asked where I was staying. Here on business and coincidently staying in the same hotel, we decided to share a taxi. Friendly chit chat passed between us as we drove out of the airport and onto the freeway. It wasn’t long before comments became flirtatious and suggestive. ‘Have you come here before?’ he asked, winking at me when he caught my eye. ‘A few times,’ I replied, holding his gaze. I couldn’t deny that I found him attractive…he was tall and everything was tight…his muscles…his shirt… His blue eyes twinkled cheekily and his full lips formed a constant smile.

Without warning the driver swerved quickly around a corner, causing my new friend to lean suddenly into me. Apologetic, he placed his hand on my thigh, longer than necessary, his fingers tightening around my leg, leaving a lingering tingle in my pussy. Flustered, my voice caught in my throat and I just smiled. There was no doubting the chemistry now. Before long I felt his hand on my thigh again as he leaned towards me, pointing at something of vague interest outside...I could feel his breath in my ear...smell the subtle scent of his aftershave...see the desire in his eyes as his hand moved further up my thigh... Sooner than I wanted but desperate to see my husband, we were pulling up outside our hotel...he stood there waiting for me...opened the door of the cab and scooped me into a tight embrace, eyed my tight jeans and heels and began whispering all the things he was going to do to me as soon as we went inside. He was interrupted by my new friend, who had retrieved our suitcases and was standing on the kerb introducing himself to you, his hand extended to grasp his. We made our way into the hotel lobby and waited for the lift...chit chatting away...my husband noticed I was looking flushed, he noticed the way my cab mate undressed me with his eyes...you could feel the tension between us and were curious where this might go. The lift doors opened before us, he placed his hand on my arse and directed me in to the lift...my husband didn't miss a beat. As soon as the door closed my husband pressed the button for the 33rd floor and pulled me towards him.and pressed his mouth onto mine and squeezed me against him. I could feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans as your ground your pelvis into me. I could feel eyes boring onto my backside, watching my husband devour me before my new friend. He crossed the lift, pressed the emergency stop button, stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, sliding them under my silky top and running his fingers up to my breasts. He too, pressed his hard cock into the small of my back and began grinding against me. My husband unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zip down to feel my wet juices seeping through the lace of my skimpy g-string. Your fingers hungrily grabbed at my pussy lips and slipped inside me. Groans of ecstasy filled the lift.

Suddenly I felt a tug at my jeans and they slipped over my hips and down to my thighs. My friend freed his sticky cock from his own clothes and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. My husband withdrew his fingers to let him slide in. He pumped his cock into me hard and fast. Mu husband knelt before me...his lips sucking my pussy...watching his fat cock enter and fill me again and again. He begin to flick your tongue and tease my clit until he heard his breath fastening...my husband nuzzled down further into my pussy waiting for his hot cum to spurt through to his face... He remains behind me, his weight getting heavier and my husband continues to lick me...enjoying the familiar taste of me and the new taste of the stranger. As shudders begin just to ripple through my body he stands up, lift me onto your cock and pump your hips until i can't hold it any longer...I cum as he fucks me harder than he ever fucked me before...another set of eyes upon us...and as you feel my muscles contracting he explodes his load into me... Still looking flushed...the smell of sex in the air...the lift cranks to a start and continues its ride up to the 33rd floor....