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We recently stayed at a Motel. As I was bringing the suitcases to the room I notice that if the curtain was not closed completely you could look at this mirror and the angel was directly on the bed. Let me tell you that with this in mind we had some great sex that night.


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I had been living with my wife for over a year. She was quite tall and slim and pretty too. Very sexy, very smart, but best of all, she loved to party.

Being in a huge city, bars, people and music were never hard to find. Sitting at a bar drinking beer was one of our favourite pastimes. So we were out one night, drinking, laughing, dancing to crap music, looking at sexy girls bodies swaying to the beat.

And, at my age, was a master. All of them were looking. It was something about the way she moved her body: so tall yet so graceful and the sex just flowed like a river of porn. I had gotten used to the staring of other guys, and over the months I had relaxed about it, evolving into somewhat of a quiet voyeur from the angry douche bag I used to be when I had first started living with her.

We carried on drinking and talking, with her dancing attracting ever more daring partners — one even putting his hands around her waist as they danced. We got drunk and left in the middle of the morning, sleeping through Sunday until mid afternoon. Oh the joy of no children. We snacked until early evening, when I suggested the movies. The game started again. She bit. I was smug. I selected a normal top, with a matching short skirt. No panties. I convinced her no panties. I suspected she liked the idea of sitting in the movies, being able to open and close her legs as she wished, exposing herself to the darkness.

She dressed and we walked to the elevator. The elevator arrived and we entered.

I knew she was wet. Her shocked facial expression intensified to sheer horror as the elevator slowed three floors from the bottom. She glared at me as she pulled it up hastily trying to re-arrange herself as a neighbour stepped in. Just as I had had that thought, he gazed down, and smiled. She blushed. We enjoyed the night. Friday night came, and we played the dressing game again. I nearly came in my pants as she pulled them on and they went right up the crack or her arse.

We finished a bottle of wine and left for our local bar. She was already tipsy, and after a couple more and some flirting with the barman she wanted a dance. Damn she looked hot; my cock started to twitch watching her move.

There were a lot of eyes on her too, men, boys, and horny girls. I wanted to fuck her there and then. The drinking and dancing continued for a few hours. She came back to finish off yet another glass and said she was sweating and asked if it was ok to take off the leggings. I suggested no and that perhaps the skirt removed would cool her somewhat and still retain some dignity.

She agreed and went to the toilet and unclasped the skirt, putting it in her handbag. Watching her walk back I realized I was getting anxious with nerves at everyone looking.

Her leggings showed everything, even pulling tight up her vagina. Camel toe gold medal; and the girl did have big pussy lips.

She gave me a slutty kiss and told me to check her bag as she went off to dance. I opened it — the tiny skirt was folded, and on top, her wet string. His wife giggled, looked up, and jokingly suggested he go dance with the girl with no pants on. He did.

There were men all around her, staring at her arse and prominent cunny lips. He walked up to her and put his arms around her wife, softly grinding into her. My cock jumped, his wife placed her hand on my knee and smiled at me with a slutty drunken look. She was about my age, way too old for me, and slightly chubby, in a sexy way. She came over for a drink and told me she was drunk but oh so horny. His wife was trying to listen above the music. She finished her drink, gave me a fake look of shame, and went expose to dance. A different guy grabbed her, equally as drunk, and started to kiss her.

She responded to his kiss with too much vigour for my liking and I knew it was approaching story time. I had enjoyed the show so far but kissing was taboo.

When hands dropped to her arse she turned around and ground into him, bending to touch her toes in time with the pounding music as he held her hips dreaming of his own pounding. The couple had gone onto the dance floor too, drunk and in their heightened state of sexual arousal.

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I rubbed my cock through my jeans. It felt good. I need to cum. My dirty unfaithful lady staggered back when the song finished. As I paid up and walked to the cloakroom, the middle aged couple also left.

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They walked along with us, and the conversation revolved around the hot little girls dancing in their little skirts. His references to wanting to see their tight young bodies were obviously aimed at my wife, who bit and asked was she as sexy, turning and pushing her arse up for us to assess. I started to feel relaxed, thinking of all the illegal things I wanted to invent to do to this slutty bitch, when I heard myself ask:.

The story was gratefully received by our new acquaintances, and we went up and entered the apartment. As we took off jackets and shoes, my dirty cow once again bent right forward so we could all see her arse and, unknown to her, those very wet and prominent wives, which had soaked her leggings, making her look incontinent.

The middle aged man took it as another queue to have an uninvited play and stepped in, held her hips and started grinding into her arse and pussy, simulating thrusts and dragging a finger across her lips. He let go and stepped back, and the three of us exposed drunkenly to each other as she tried to stand up straight, regretting bending over in the first place.

We travelled to the kitchen and I put on a bit of music, quite but danceable. I grabbed cold beers and some more wine and we all started to dance, my first with my own girl for what seemed like hours. The look of shock was great. It was hot in the apartment, and the middle aged wife decided she had nothing to lose by dropping her jeans and pulling off her top.

Actually she looked quite horny in her satin underwear, and I pulled off my top in approval at my age, I rarely needed an excuse to expose my hard-fought-for six-pack. Not to be outdone, and turned on by the sight of his underwear clad chubby wife, Mr.

Horny Old Dude unbuttoned his shirt and almost instantly dropped his trousers, his huge hard-on poking up inside his underwear. I was glad he kept his boxers on though. Well, there was one left, and she keeping clothed. She walked into the middle of the kitchen, looked me in the eye, pulled up her top, unclasped her bra, and dropped it all, standing topless with her huge nipples erect and breasts swinging freely, Smiling and rubbing them, pulling her nipples out hard.