1. The Second Half of the Evening at the Adult Motel


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ford47, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Cheryl made her way to the bathroom and started the shower. “What are we going to do now? It’s barely after nine,” she said from the shower. “I want to take you back to the bar and restaurant and show you off a bit more,” I replied, as I laid out a skirt, sheer blouse, hose, shelf bra and her fuck-me high heels. I sat sipping a single malt scotch, watching a mature woman - similar to my wife - as she was being gang banged by a group of black males on the television; no, not the video I had shot earlier of Cheryl. The hair dryer quit humming, and ten minutes later Cheryl came out and walked to the bed, her pretty tits jiggling provocatively as she walked and as she dressed. I then noticed her make-up; a bit heavy and rather slutty, but fine for what I had planned. “What do you think? Do I look slutty enough?” Cheryl questioned. “Oh, fuck, yes! A nice mature slut wife, looking for some hard cock to play with,” I replied, as I ran my hand up her inner thighs. “Ready?” I asked. It took less than five minutes to drive to the bar and restaurant. It was nice that the bartender remembered us from earlier in the evening, and he quickly poured my wife a glass of white wine, and me a scotch and water. “Glad to see you guys again,” he said cheerfully, as he put the cocktail napkins down and then our drinks. We chatted for a couple of minutes, and then I reached over and picked up my wife’s glass of wine and handed it back to the bartender. “Umm, I would like to request that you and maybe ...
    another male make this a very special cocktail for my slut wife,” I said, with an air of vulgarity; he immediately knew what I meant. “Of course, sir, we will be happy to add some spice to the wine,” he grinned from ear to ear as he took Cheryl’s glass and headed to the back. “What did you mean by that?” Cheryl asked. “Oh, you’ll see.” It was almost fifteen minutes later that Harold (I had noticed his name badge) returned with the special cocktail for my slut wife. He carefully set the glass down on the table in front of my wife. “Please enjoy,” Harold said cheerfully. It took Cheryl but a moment to recognize what had happened; there were at least two big loads of semen in the bottom of her wine glass, the wine now above the gooey white liquid. “Mmm, that looks d-i-v-i-n-e,” she exclaimed, a broad smile on her face and a naughty tone in her voice as she strung out the word 'divine'. “And Harold, if anyone happens to ask, you may explain that my slut wife just loves a good cum cocktail,” I added, with a slight chuckle to my voice. I also handed him a twenty dollar bill as a tip. “Oh, I will make sure others understand that she loves special drinks. And please call me Hal; I hate the longer version, but the owner insists for whatever reason.” He then turned and said to my wife, “And you are one hot slut wife, so fuckin’ sexy.” “Thanks, Hal, I am enjoying being a fucking hot wife,” she replied in a sultry tone, "and getting gang banged.”. We chatted casually for the next ten or ...
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