I've shared this story once or twice before to people, and since I made an account on reddit to share my slutty side, I thought I'd share it with you! I'm not a writer so please bear with me haha.

It was a lovely summer a good few years ago, my husband and I had gone to visit some friends for the weekend and were staying in a nice hotel near the waterfront of the local town. My husband and I have a pretty good sex life, and we are both open-minded individuals: we liked to explore and we'd occasionally watch porn together and tease each other a little about preferences for the actors.

Anyway, we were sitting in a booth at the bar of the hotel, having a couple of nightcaps before bed, both a little tipsy from a day of sun and drinks with our friends, OK so maybe I was a lot tipsy. I was wearing a fairly form-fitting maxi dress with a button-up front, and had the top one popped - partly for fashion, partly to help me cooler in the summer heat. It also meant I was displaying a nice hint of cleavage.

We had only been there a few minutes when my husband leaned across the table and whispered to me: "The guys over there in the corner are blatantly checking you out."

I scoffed at his remark, "I don't know what they'd be looking at."

"I do, and I can't say I blame them...I love how you look in that dress, the only way to improve it would be to pop another button or two." He replied with a wink.

I don't quite know what came over me in that moment, and I'm sure the alcohol helped, but I had a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, then discretly undid a button, showing him a nice amount of cleavage. "Like this?" I asked, teasingly.

He smirked at me, "One more!"

I bit my lip and did as I was told. Now there was a very, very generous amount of boob on display, as well as the lacey bra I had on underneath. I felt very exposed and was starting to feel a little warm with excitement...

"If I give you my card, will you get us another couple of drinks like that?" He asked, daring me.

I just nodded back, arousal overcoming my nerves, and took his card before making my way to the bar. This time I definately noticed the looks, and felt the eyes of the male patrons on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I even saw a guy get his shin kicked under the table by his partner as I walked past. I felt incredibly sexy and powerful in that moment, and as I got another round I could feel myself getting wet from all the attention.

The cute bartender was all too happy to serve me, and I watched him struggle to control his gaze as I ordered and paid.

I made my way back to our table, my husband's approving eyes on me, and I accentuated my walk, swinging my hips a little to tease him, with my breasts basically spilling out of my dress.

"Did you enjoy that, Mrs. Curves?" he asked me with a smouldering look.

"Yes...." I admitted, blushing.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now."

"Me too."

So we rapidly necked our drinks, and made to leave. He was behind me and I felt his hand on my arse, claiming his territory, as eyes followed our exit. As soon as we got into the lift he pushed me against the wall and his mouth found mine, passionately making out together. Our tongues hungrily exploring each other's mouths. We pulled apart as the doors opened, and walked swiftly down the corridor to our room. Immediately I was against the wall again, his tongue in my mouth, his hands pulling at my dress and reaching under to feel my the dampness of my thong. His fingers pushing it aside to enter me, sliding into my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as a second finger joined the first, gliding right in through my slickness. As he massaged my insides I felt for his belt and fly, undoing them and trying to push them down his waist. He stood back a second to let me finish the job, and guided me onto my knees in front of him as I pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung up in my face, proud and thick, and I took him into my mouth.

I love sucking cock, the feeling of pleasing a man with my mouth is incredibly erotic and powerful, and it can be both a submissive and dominant act: this time however he was in control, his hand on my head, gently bracing me as he thrust into my mouth. He groaned as I worked my magic on him, my tongue licking him up and down, swirling around the head, then taking him back in between my lips. I could taste his precum as my tongue ran over him, worshipping his cock.

"I need to be inside you" he groaned, pulling me up and walking me back to the bed. He pushed me onto it, and slid my thong down my legs. He spread my legs, kneeling between them, and pulled me onto him. He entered me in one smooth movement, and I cried out as he filled me. He fucked me hard, holding my legs, my dress bunched around my belly, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I pulled the material aside and popped them out of my bra, playing with my nipples as we fucked, giving him a slutty show.

"Imagine if the guys at the bar could see you now..." He teased me, and my mind was flooded with images of their faces watching me in hungry approval as I was used in front of them, which turned me on so much more. "I wonder what they'd give to even be able to watch you right now, let alone have a turn." That thought sent me over the edge and I screamed as I came. It was a huge orgasm, waves of heat washing through me as my body tensed and I swear I even blacked out a little. I barely noticed as he came inside me at the same time, with the fireworks going off inside my body.

"I think we've found you a new kink," said my husband with a smile once we got our breath back.

I couldn't disagree, and couldn't wait to explore it further!