Jump to content

Phone Flirting or Sneaking Around

Rock n Tits

Recently I was at home and I heard my wife’s phone ring. She was gone shopping with her friend so I picked it up and it was a message from a high school friend Dennis. He had been a boyfriend on the block. I touched the message and it said -


"It’s been fun flirting with you on the phone but you still have not sent a naked picture that you promised. I know you said you have DD's but I have not seen you since high school. I would love to see them. It cold out here in South Dakota and your hot body, even a picture, would be fantastic!! I love nasty chatting with you. A spicy one would be fun, after all I sent you one of my cock and you said, 'Mmmm, I love your cock, always did!!' Waiting for your pic honey chat soon."


I heard her car pull in and I put her phone down on dresser where she left it. She came in and asked if I had seen her phone. I told her I had been in garage but I thought I saw it on the dresser this a.m.


She hot-footed to the bedroom and got her phone and, relieved, she said, "Man, I thought I lost it!!" I said, "Glad you did not!!"


She has a smart phone and watch and knew she had gotten a message. 

  • Haha 1

User Feedback

Recommended Comments

Add a comment...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

  • Similar Content

    • By Maturecouple1122
      Last year, my husband revealed that his biggest fantasy was me being a hot wife and fuck other men. He said it turned him on to see another man’s cock in all my holes.
      A few months ago, he took me to an upscale hotel in Dallas, I finally gave him what he wanted.  He was the wildest Saturday in my life. 
      First, he booked an in-room massage for me.  The masseur was a young, well-built black man.  As I laid on his massage table, he slipped out of his clothes.  I swear his cock hung nearly to his knees. At the end of the massage, he started rubbing my clit and fingering me.  He brought me off several times. He then moved closer to my head and started rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples, and fingering my cunt at the same time.  His semi-hard cock was within a foot of my mouth so I reached out and put in my mouth.  He instantly became hard as I sucked him.  He then grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat.  I soon felt and tasted his cum flowing down my throat. 
      After he left, I texted my husband and told him to come up to the room.  I thanked him profusely and stepped into the shower while J laid out my clothes for the evening.  When I finished my shower, I saw my outfit J picked out.  It was a blue silk dress with chains with three chains across the back.  Obviously, no bra tonight.  He also didn’t pack any underwear as he wanted me to go “commando.” A new pair of stilettos accompanied the beautiful dress.  When I finished my makeup, I slipped on the dress.  The dress was very short, only 3 inches below my pussy.  The material was very clingy and you could clearly see my nipples and areolas. After I finished dressing, J told me an Uber was waiting for me outside to take me to a fancy cocktail bar about 4 blocks away.  He told me to sit at the bar and order a drink.  He would be along in an hour or so. 
      I nervously climbed into the Uber.  As I slid into the back seat, the hotel door man got a good peak up my dress as it slid up my thighs.  Our sex life was beginning a new chapter. 
      I walked into the bar and felt the eyes of every guy turn towards me. I sat at the bar and ordered a Manhattan. It didn't take long for the first guy to sit next to me.  Within 5 minutes, a handsome Hispanic man asked if he could sit next to me and buy me a drink.  I nervously agreed.  As we chatted, he scooted his chair closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh.  My bare thing!
      He repeatedly eyed my body from top to bottom.  The dress that was hugging my body, and my swaying breasts.  I wore a gold necklace that hung just above my cleavage. He lifted my necklace up to look at it and brushed my breast as he did so. 
      Shortly after another guy approached. He was also handsome & charming, but there was a bit of an edge to him. He bought me a drink, we chatted a bit, and this time I did feel excited.
      His name was E and he owned his own business. He was very handsome so I really didn’t care about that information.  As we started our second drink together, husband arrived.  I now knew where this was going. 
      The three of us had a nice dinner and did some dancing.  E- then asked if I wanted to get out of there. I knew what that meant, so I eagerly said yes.
      The three of us to our hotel room.  J made us some drinks while E started to caress and kiss me.  The drapes to our room were open.  As admiring the beautiful Dallas skyline, E slipped my dress off which sank to the floor.  He asked me to keep my shoes on.  I watched our reflections as E kissed me all over.  He lifted me up and pressed me against the window. The glass was cold against my bare breasts but I didn’t care as E’s hot breath kept me warm.  Soon he pushed me onto the bed.
      I pushed myself away from him, turned around, got on my knees and unzipped his pants, revealing a nice, uncut cock. I gave E the experience of his life, sucking him off in front of the window. I started slow and methodical, but after warming up starting sucking him at a feverish pace. He groaned, occasionally telling me how good it felt and how I was a good little cock sucker.  His hand grabbed my head, pulling me deeper into him. I took every inch of him in, then felt his cum shooting into the back of my throat as he gave a deep groan.  He held me there as I took all of his cum in, swallowing every drop. As his half hard cock left me mouth, I looked up at him, giving both him and J a mischievous grin.
      He took forced me back onto the bed and started licking my cunt. I felt my first orgasm of the evening come over me as he licked my cunt, tongued my clit, and fingered my asshole. 
      As I came down from my orgasm, I felt his hard cock slip into my soaking wet pussy. He asked if he needed a condom.  I said “No, I want your raw cock in me."
      His cock started sliding in and out, in and out. The whole time he whispered in my ear, telling me how good my pussy made him feel... how tight it was... how wet it was. How naughty of a girl I was for taking in the cock of a man I just met.
      He moved me over onto my hands and knees. He kept sliding in and out of me, dominating my pussy as he fucked me hard.  "Oh yeah, fuck me." I said to him. He started thrusting harder into me. I felt my second orgasm of the night building. "Don't stop, I'm going to cum."
      My body gave out as my second orgasm overtook me. Holy shit did that feel good. Just as I began to come down from it, I felt him give a big thrust and cum deep inside my unprotected pussy.
      He collapsed onto my back, his heavy body pressing me into the bed. "God you're so sexy," he growled into my ear.
      We laid together in silence on the bed as J watched us basking in the afterglow of our fucking. I then felt J on the bed.  He was on his back with a nice erection.  I took him into my mouth then J said, "Ride me please."  I straddled J and started riding his cock. 
      J then grabbed my waist and pinned me.  I then felt E working a lubed finger into my ass.  I slowed my pace and steadied my breath as I took his entire finger in my ass.  I bit my lip and waited for the next step.  I then felt E slip his cock into my ass.  I now had my husband in my cunt and my new lover in my ass.  The two men started fucking me in earnest.  "Fuuuuccckkkk..." I groaned as his cock entered me again. J and I did anal sex all the time, but this was a bigger cock than I was used to plus J was in my pussy making every hole tighter.  I simply hung on for the ride of my life. 
      After letting my ass adjust to E’s cock, he started thrusting into me, very slow and methodically at first. He then started fucking me like his life depended on it.  It didn't take long until my most powerful orgasm yet overtook me. I let out a groan-scream as my ass pulsed around his cock.
      E and J kept fucking me through my orgasm, gradually picking up the pace. Then the let out a groan and came inside ass and cunt. My holes were now filled with cum. 
      It was the best Saturday of my life.  Counting the masseur, I took two loads in my mouth, two in my cunt, and one in my ass.  After E left, J and I cuddled and drifted off to sleep.  I had the sweetest of dreams.
    • By xxoticangel
      Lately we have both been having a fantasy that I'm not sure how to make reality. I'm not even sure we want to.
      Basically the fantasy is we both go out to the same vanilla club as singles. I do the single girl thing of flirting and dancing with hubby acting as back-up from across the room. At some point during the night I choose one guy and have sex with him in the parking lot. Hubby will be close to offer protection if something goes wrong but otherwise will not be known to my partner.
      My question is 1) Do you think it is possible to pull this off safely? 2) Since we have always insisted on same room swinging would this damage our relationship? 3) Has anyone else had this same fantasy or actually gone through with it?
    • By Lionheart72
      The following is a work of fiction, the product of my own pervy imagination. Enjoy.
      "I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
      "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
      The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
      "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
      "Perv," Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement.
      "All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
      "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly.
      "Well..." Dan flushed.
      "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
      "No promises," Dan grinned back.
      Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang.
      "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" he said as he answered it.
      "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn replied.
      "Having fun?" Dan chuckled.
      "Oh yeah," Jenn's sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
      "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off." Dan stretched out on the couch.
      "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" Jenn laughed.
      "How did you know?" Dan asked.
      "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
      "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
      "Well..." Jenn hesitated teasingly.
      "What are you doing?" Dan perked up.
      "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied.
      "Looking for a guy?" Dan teased.
      "Perv," Jenn laughed. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
      "But what?" Dan sat up slowly.
      "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
      There was a long pause, and Dan's phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan's breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful.
      "Wow," he breathed.
      "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn's voice teased through the phone.
      "Are you wearing panties?" Dan wondered aloud.
      "Yes," Jenn laughed, adding, "perv."
      "Take 'em off," Dan said.
      "No," Jenn gasped, plainly shocked.
      "Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
      "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
      "Off. Right now."
      "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily.
      Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again.
      Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy.
      "Beautiful," Dan breathed.
      "I'll call you later." Jenn's voice was husky. "Perv."
      "Damn time zones," Dan muttered to himself.
      It was either terribly late or hideously early. He'd fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to.
      The last thing she'd said was that she would call later.
      Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone.
      There were several messages from Jenn.
      The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen's naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees.
      JENN: Like what U C perv?
      JENN: U up? Haha
      JENN: Guy got me a drink.
      JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
      The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too.
      It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan's mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar.
      The last picture had been received more than an hour ago.
      Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard.
      His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it.
      DAN: Hot pic.
      He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another.
      DAN: U naughty tease
      Another endless minute passed.
      DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar?
      After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn't reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning.
      He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text.
      DAN: U still up?
      More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed.
      JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
      DAN: U drunk lol?
      DAN: Jenn?
      DAN: U ok?
      DAN: JENN?!?
      JENN: C a 'll later
      JENN: nifht
      Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn's number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk... or whatever she was... Jenn obviously would call him 'later.' Pushing her wouldn't help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner.
      It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn't jump instantly every time his phone chimed.
      Still, when she did finally call it didn't take him long to pick up.
      "Hi, honey," Dan said brightly.
      "Hey." Jenn's voice sounded oddly subdued.
      "So, what do you have going on today?" He asked.
      "Just more seminars," Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again.
      "So..." Dan hesitated.
      "Yeah, I..." Jenn stammered.
      "You got a little crazy last night?" Dan forced a smile into his voice.
      "Yeah," Jenn replied carefully.
      "Too much to drink," Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.
      "No," Jenn snapped.
      "Really, 'cause those texts looked pretty drunk," Dan insisted.
      "I wasn't drunk," Jenn countered angrily.
      "Oh, come on," Dan said. "You could hardly type."
      "Yeah, well it's hard to type when you're getting fucked!" Jenn shouted into her phone.
      Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about.
      "I'm sorry..." Jen stammered after a long silence.
      "You're joking," Dan declared.
      "I'm..." Jenn started again.
      Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.
      His phone rang again.
      He answered, "Getting fucked?"
      "You'd said..." Jenn stammered.
      "What were you doing?"
      "Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded close to tears.
      "Shhh," Dan said soothingly. "Just tell me... when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn't you type right."
      "I told you..." Jenn muttered.
      "No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment."
      "Getting fucked," Jenn replied.
      "Tell me," Dan insisted.
      "What do you want to hear?" Jenn replied. "Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while... while he was...."
      "Was what?" Dan prompted.
      "Was inside me. Was fucking me." Jenn said, her voice growing husky. "Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn't type properly."
      "He knew," Dan said. "About me."
      "He knew." Jenn confirmed.
      "You were..." Dan took a deep breath. "Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy."
      "Yes," Jenn said soft. "I was. I was fucking another guy."
      "Who?" Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question.
      "His name's Tim," Jenn replied slowly. "He's here at the conference."
      "You met him in the bar," Dan said. "He's the one who took that picture."
      "You saw... oh, right, the picture in the bar," Jenn said. "Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn't know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he'd seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for."
      "You told him about me?" Dan felt a little shocked.
      "Yeah, I did," Jenn admitted. "He asked about the picture, about why I'd taken it... and I told him about...
      "You always go on about your pervy fantasies," Jenn continued. "About wanting me to... to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn't tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn't say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?
      "It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he'd seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar... I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him... and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.
      "I was so turned on... and Tim was nice... so, I told him. I told him your fantasy... about me fucking another guy."
      "... and he decided to be that guy," Dan concluded.
      "No," Jenn snapped. "I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told... after I told him about the fantasy, he didn't push. He hinted a lot, but he didn't assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room."
      "... and fucked him," Dan said.
      "Yes," Jenn answered confidently, "I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan... almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then... then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me."
      "He was fucking you when I texted," Dan repeated.
      "He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it," Jenn replied. "When he saw it was you... he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead."
      There was another silence.
      "It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard."
      Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
      "Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
      "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
      "What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!"
      "Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties."
      "Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.'
      "What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing."
      There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok."
      "So," Dan said. "Take 'em off."
      "Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby."
      "So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied.
      "God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them."
      She paused, "Wait a second."
      Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
      "Where are you?" Jenn asked.
      "At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?"
      "Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied.
      "Men's," Dan said firmly.
      "I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked.
      "Do it," Dan insisted.
      "Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me."
      "Yet, slut," Dan chuckled.
      Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
      "OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off."
      "Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly.
      "Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length."
      "I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned.
      "Shit," Jenn snapped.
      "How wet are you?" Dan asked.
      "Perv," Jenn shot back.
      "Tell me," he insisted.
      "Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here."
      She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?"
      "I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me."
      "I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
      "Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked.
      "That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good."
      "Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
      "Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good."
      "You dirty slut," Dan groaned.
      "Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock."
      "I am," Dan replied.
      "Say it," Jenn demanded.
      "I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned.
      "You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me."
      "Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..."
      "That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me."
      "Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming.
      "Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone.
      For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
      "I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom."
      "Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done."
      "Perv," Jenn replied.
    • By Lionheart72
      The following is a work of fiction, the product of my own pervy imagination. Enjoy.
      "I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
      "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
      The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
      "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
      "Perv," Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn't have him any other way.
      "All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
      "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea.
      "Well..." Dan flushed.
      "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
      "No promises," Dan grinned back.
      "You can do this," Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. "You want to do this. It will be fun."
      She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan's idea. He'd said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress's little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts - not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top.
      With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind.
      With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn't do that if she didn't keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial.
      "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" Dan answered.
      "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn said breezily.
      "Having fun?" Dan sounded amused.
      "Oh yeah," Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
      "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off," Dan lied.
      Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?"
      "How did you know?" Dan asked.
      "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
      "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
      "Well..." Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again.
      "What are you doing?" The sound of Dan's excitement was like ice and fire in her veins.
      "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
      "Looking for a guy?" Dan said, teasing.
      "Perv," Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
      "But what?" Dan said slowly.
      "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
      With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it.
      "Wow." His response was breathless.
      "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she'd wanted. She didn't, however, expect what came next... though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have.
      "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
      "Yes... perv," Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn't much, but it was there.
      "Take 'em off," Dan said.
      "No," Jenn gasped, shocked.
      "Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
      "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
      "Off. Right now."
      "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she'd reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress.
      Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave... a sultry, hot, wet wave.
      Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan.
      "Beautiful," Dan panted over the phone.
      "I'll call you later, perv." Jenn's voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up.
      A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open.
      Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn't move.
      Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy.
      Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn't want to.
      "Good evening," the man said with a grin and then walked past her.
      Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn't until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress.
      Like what U C perv? Jenn's heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she'd just sent.
      After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends - really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home.
      Jenn's mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn't shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn't fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he'd propositioned her.
      Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she'd gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she'd felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it.
      As nonchalantly as possible, she'd taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she'd taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he'd love it.
      Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen.
      After a few minutes, Dan hadn't replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn't seen it. She fired off another.
      JENN: U up? Haha
      Still no reply.
      "Excuse me, miss."
      Jenn jumped as the man's voice broke through her distraction.
      "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, with a friendly smile.
      His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day's seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink.
      "Good phone," Tim said, looking back at her.
      "It's OK," Jenn shrugged.
      "Did the picture come out?" Tim said nonchalantly.
      "Picture?" Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. "What picture?"
      The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
      By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding.
      "So," she said, trying to sound cool. "You saw me take a picture."
      "Maybe just a peek, really," Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin.
      "Really?" Jenn drawled, teasing.
      Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat.
      "So, who was it for?" Tim asked. "The picture. Was it for someone?"
      "My guy back home," Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. "Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I'd indulge him a little."
      "Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?" Tim grinned.
      "Among other things," Jenn confessed, blushing.
      "Really?" Tim focused on his drink.
      Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. "Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar."
      Tim's eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. "Did he? Had you leave them in your room."
      "No," Jenn said slowly. "They're in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway."
      "He wants you to get seen, does he?" Tim's gaze rose to lock with Jenn's eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
      "Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him," she said.
      "How far do you want to go?" Tim's voice was low, husky.
      "What did you have in mind?" Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest.
      "Give me your phone," Tim grinned.
      Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back.
      "Give ol' Dan a thrill," Tim said.
      Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim's gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her.
      Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was.
      Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning.
      "There you go," Tim said smirking. "That ought to give ol' Dan what he wants."
      "Not even," Jenn laughed.
      "Really?" Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, "You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way - to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the 'no panties' bit too. What more does your guy want?"
      "Well," Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. "He has this fantasy."
      "What fantasy," Tim breathed.
      "He wants me to... fuck... another guy," Jenn's breath was coming in shallow gasps. "Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he's a perv. Crazy, right?"
      "Crazy," Tim agreed.
      For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her.
      "What do you think?" Tim asked finally.
      "About what?" Jenn was puzzled.
      "About his fantasy."
      "I think..." Jenn paused. "I think I like it. I think... maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy."
      "Well," Tim leaned back suddenly, settling back in his seat. "If you find him, I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing him."
      "Really," Jenn said, looking flatly at him. "Because I think maybe he might not be interested."
      "Not possible," Tim said. "If a beautiful, intelligent woman like you asked... I bet almost any guy here would jump at the chance."
      "You, sir, are a charmer and a gentleman," Jenn grinned.
      "Well, I try," Tim admitted with a smirk.
      "I am going back to my room now," Jenn said.
      "Well, good night."
      "Really? That's all? 'Good night'?"
      "I am all alone here. My guy - the perv who wants me to fuck another guy, you recall - is all the way on the other side of the country. I have... no panties on and I am very... very horny. It seems to me that a gentleman would escort me back to my room. After all, anything could happen... anything."
      Jenn's hands shook as she fumbled to pull her hotel keycard from her purse.
      After her sultry almost-invitation in the bar, the ride up in the elevator had been oddly quiet. Tim had been calm, flashing his flirty smile but nothing more. Letting her take the lead, Jenn realized. She couldn't believe how nervous she felt. After all, she was only inviting a strange man she had just met at a conference up to her hotel room for sex because her guy... ok, she admitted, she could believe how nervous she was. What she couldn't believe was how excited she was, or how hard it was to take that stupid plastic card out of her purse.
      She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm.
      "You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly.
      With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly.
      "I want to," she breathed.
      His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness pressing against her.
      "What do you want?" he said teasingly.
      "I want you to fuck me," Jenn panted.
      Tim dragged her mouth back to his, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring hers. His hands roamed over her back, reaching downward to cup her ass. Jenn moaned against him. She felt him pulling up the hem of her slinky little dress, felt his hands squeezing her naked ass, there in the hotel hallway. Her entire body quivered with desire.
      Pushing away enough to speak again, Jenn panted, "Let me... oohhh... let me open the door."
      Squirming in Tim's embrace, she managed to turn enough to face the door again and clawed at her purse for the keycard. Tim's hands continued to explore her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing along her side and her belly, reaching up to cup her breast. She managed to get the keycard out of her purse around the same time he pulled her dress down to expose her tits. His hard cock ground against her bare ass. She groaned as his fingers flicked over her sensitive nipple.
      "If you don't let me get this door open," Jenn moaned, "we are going to end up fucking in the hall."
      "Bet ol' Dan would love that," Tim muttered as he kissed her neck, his roaming fingers reaching around to brush along the wet folds of her naked pussy.
      Jenn groaned in response, forcing the keycard into the door and practically running inside as it finally opened.
      "Oh my god. This is so crazy," Jenn laughed as she heard the door swing close behind her. Unconsciously, her hands slid up her sides, moving to smooth her shirt.
      "Don't you dare," Tim chuckled.
      "What?" Jenn glanced over her shoulder at him, feeling a nervous flutter as she realized she was alone, in her hotel room, with him.
      "Don't fix your dress," Tim said. "Looks good just the way it is."
      "With my ass hanging out, you mean," Jenn smiled, her hands sliding down to cup her butt.
      "Exactly," Tim grinned. "You have a very nice ass."
      "You like it?" Jenn asked teasingly. "It's not too big?"
      "Your ass is firm and round. You have a beautiful ass," Tim replied. "Give me your phone."
      "My phone?" Jenn puzzled at the non-sequitur.
      "Well, I could take a picture with mine..." Tim said, reaching into his pocket.
      "Oh, no," Jenn replied, digging into her purse and tossing her phone to him. "That's how embarrassing pictures end up on the internet."
      "Precisely," Tim said, snapping a quick pic. "I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything crazy."
      "Absolutely not," Jenn laughed, cupping her ass and bending over slightly. "I am a very respectable woman, after all. I would never do anything wild or out of control. You know that, right?" She grinned as she looked back him, spreading her legs a little more.
      "Of course not," Tim nodded seriously. "And, after all, you're in a committed relationship so clearly you wouldn't want anyone to think you did anything inappropriate. Now turn around, so I can see your tits."
      Still laughing, Jenn turned, arching her back to show off her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, standing in her hotel room, her slinky dress bunched up around her waist, letting a strange man snap pictures of her bare ass and tits... and pussy, she realized. Her smile faded as her breath quickened. Her eyes met Tim's and she saw, behind his joking and grins, a desire that reflected her own.
      For a long moment, they just stood there, facing each other across the room. Slowly, her eyes fixed on Tim's, Jenn slid the slinky dress's tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders. She pushed the bunched fabric of the dress down past her hips, letting it slip down her legs to pool around her feet. Finally, she stepped out of her heels and took a step toward him.
      "You're gorgeous," Tim said huskily, then his teasing grin appeared again as he snapped another pic.
      "More pictures?" Jenn shook her head.
      "Well, I bet ol' Dan will get a thrill out of them," Tim replied lightly.
      "All right," Jenn said, stepping closer, moving quickly to hide her nervousness. "Let's take some pictures that will give him a real thrill."
      With firm deliberation, before she could chicken out, Jenn grabbed hold of Tim's slacks, undid the button and dropped to her knees in front of him.
      "Take some pictures that will really drive him wild," she said, forcing down Tim's zipper and pulling his pants down.
      "Oh my god," she breathed softly as Tim's dick jumped free of his boxers. Even only semi-erect, it was long, thick and veiny, plainly different from Dan's. So what, Jenn thought to herself as she wrapped quivering fingers around the thickening shaft. She'd seen other dicks. She'd held other dicks, but never a stranger's, and never while she was with another guy.
      Above her, Tim groaned in pleasure and that, it seemed, was enough to finally settle her nerves. Smiling, she looked up at him, at his face glazed with desire as she stroked his length. She looked up at the camera lens of her phone. Dan wanted this, she thought. He'd said so often enough. She'd sucked dick plenty of times before, she thought as her lips closed around Tim's thick tip. This time Tim would get to enjoy her mouth, enjoy her tongue swirling around him, and later Dan would get to enjoy seeing the pictures of his long, thick hard cock as it disappeared between her lips.
      "Oh, yes, that's so good," Tim moaned.
      Jenn quivered with desire. She felt nasty, kneeling there naked, eagerly bobbing her head up and down Tim's cock while he continued to take occasional pictures.
      "So good," Tim moaned again. "Oh yeah, so good. Fuck."
      "Yes," Jenn purred, keeping her lips against Tim's thick cock. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tim."
      Groaning, Tim pulled his cock from her warm mouth. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted Jenn to her feet. She shivered with excitement as he pushed her slowly backward toward the bed.
      "This what you want?" Tim growled, his eyes intense.
      "Yes," Jenn panted. "I want this."
      "You like sucking my cock?" Tim's hands firmly cupped Jenn's heaving tits, squeezing and caressing them. She moaned as he roughly played with her sensitive nipples.
      "Yes," Jenn gasped. "You have such a nice, big cock. I love sucking your cock. Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your nice, big cock, Tim."
      She cried out as Tim pushed her roughly down onto the bed. Like an animal, he pounced over her. She moaned as his mouth latched onto her tits, roughly sucking and nipping at her sensitive mounds.
      "Oh, Tim," Jenn gasped as he kissed and bit down her side. "Hey, not so... oh, wow... oh... oh... Oh. My. God!" She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. She arched her hips to meet him as his tongue parted her wet lips and lashed furiously against her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Yes, there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oooohhhh, myyyy, God!"
      Jenn's whole body arched in pleasure, quivering as her shockingly sudden orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed, panting, onto the bed.
      Shivering, she looked up to see Tim looming over her, tossing the last of his clothes away. Out of a staid business suit, he looked powerful, muscular and wild. His long, thick cock stood proudly against his hard abs.
      "Tell me," he growled. "Tell me what you want."
      "I want..." Jenn gasped. "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me."
      He pushed closer, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it toward her dripping pussy. In the other hand...
      "My phone?" Jenn giggled.
      "I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!"
      Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She was letting a strange man fuck her. Her whole body arched up to meet him as his long shaft slowly filled her.
      "Yeah," Tim groaned. "He's going to like seeing this."
      "Put the phone down," Jenn purred. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me."
      "Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside.
      "Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
      Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock."
      "Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now."
      She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked on his as her body arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her up with one swift motion. Their hips rocked together, her wet folds opening to receive him deep inside her.
      Jenn's whole body tingled as he thrust into her again and again, deep, steady, powerful thrusts that filled her over and over. She reveled in the feeling and the unshakable thought of how wicked this was. Wild, carnal pleasure climbed through her, exploding as she came again.
      "Oh my god!" she cried out, shaking as her body convulsed around his thrusting member. "Are you... still going?"
      "I'm not finished," Tim grinned, continuing to slide slowly inside her. "Not by a long shot."
      "Oh... my... god..." Jenn moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her.
      She let herself go, moaning and crying out with wild, forbidden pleasure. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, watching his unfamiliar body moving over hers, staring into his stranger's face has he grunted and thrust into her. Lust and pleasure climbed, peaked again with her desperate cries, and madly started to climb once more.
      Suddenly, Tim paused in his seemly tireless fucking. "What's that?"
      "What?" Jenn panted. It took a moment for her to realize that a new sound had been intruding on the moaning, grunting and slapping of flesh against flesh. A musical, birdlike chiming sound. It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone."
      "Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling you now?"
      "Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan."
      "Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed.
      Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he fumbled around on the floor, grabbing her phone.
      "Hey, we missed a few," Tim grinned down at her phone. "Text from Dan: 'Hot pic."
      "Oh my god," Jenn buried her face in her hands, wondering which of the many naughty pics her guy was talking about.
      "'You naughty tease'," Tim read out.
      "Give it to me." Jenn reached out for the phone.
      "'Fell asleep. You have fun flashing the bar?'," Tim read. "Poor guy, he's missed all the fun. Should I send him some of our new pics?"
      "No!" Jenn gasped. "Give me my phone."
      "'You still up?'," Tim chuckled. "I certainly am," he added, flexing his raging hard cock.
      "Give it to me!" Jenn reached out for her phone.
      "Damn right I will," Tim grinned, leaping back onto the bed.
      Jenn squealed as he flipped her over onto her belly and dropped himself onto her back. She felt his slick, hard cock pressing between her thighs.
      "Not what I meant." Her gasp turned into a groan as he penetrated her again.
      "Here," Tim said into her ear. "You should really answer him." He started thrusting again, even harder and more passionate than before.
      The phone dropped in front of Jenn's face.
      "Go on, answer him." Tim grunted, pounding into her.
      Fumbling, Jenn grabbed her phone and tried to type out a reply.
      JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
      Tim was driving fiercely into her now. Her whole body shook from the force of him in her. Tim was going wild, she realized, at the thought of her being on the phone with Dan while he fucked her. That idea, and his powerful thrusts, sent her own pleasure spiraling upward. She was dimly aware of the phone chiming again and again.
      DAN: U drunk lol?
      DAN: Jenn?
      DAN: U ok?
      DAN: JENN?!?
      She knew she had to respond with something. Desperately, she tried to cling to the phone long enough to type out a reply.
      JENN: C a 'll later
      JENN: nifht
      With that she pushed the phone away and thrust back to meet Tim's thrusting cock. Another orgasm crashed over her and Tim roared over her, driving his strange cock deep inside her.
      Jenn stared at the empty hotel bar.
      Other conference attendees moved through the lobby, heading for the morning seminars.
      She was sure that Tim was among them, but she didn't know where. He'd left during the night... after... One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin... her nipples... her pussy.
      She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn't dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan's speed dial.
      "Hi, honey," Dan answered brightly.
    • By NotnewNotpros
      As a couple we are somewhere in between swinging and poly. I don’t need full on love but enjoy the playfulness of the “crush” and boyfriend/girlfriend crush feelings.
      We are slowly proceeding with this with a new couple. Who is also new to the LS. We’ve been there in the past and really enjoyed this type of thing.
      My “issue” is that the female is very playful and chatty. But her and my husband talk more sexy and more often than she and I do. It doesn’t make me jealous at all, I just would love it too!! The male half is great in person but the chatting and flirting has really slowed down since we’ve played a few times. He seems to be cautious when it comes to sexting. So much fun for my husband and I feel like a little blah...bland. I just want a little more fun and excitement (chat wise) considering we aren’t able to see each other often. She and I can hang out but they want to stick to the “rule of 3” for now.
      So it’s hard to get to know him more without having some alone time and minimal (slightly bland) chat.
      We really like them and it’s been a long time since we’ve found such good 4 way chemistry.
      Any advice? And how often do you chat and what is your expectations?
  • Create New...