My Confession by Jack Hunter

Any weekend away is an opportunity for hotel sex and I’ve noticed that the more enticing the accommodation, the more inclined my wife is to shed her sexual inhibitions.

On this occasion it was she who booked us into a newly opened 5-star hotel.

It looked fabulous and we were excited at the prospect of staying there.

Always elegant, she looked especially chic in a fashionable, slightly shorter than usual, box-pleated skirt, silk top, swing coat with a faux-fur collar and high-heels. The overall effect was stunning enough but I couldn’t stop fantasising about what naughty delights she might be concealing beneath this outer finery.

As we cruised along the motorway in my Jaguar saloon doing around 70mph my wife relaxed beside me in the sumptuous leather passenger seat listening to classical music. I reached down to grip the gearstick when she intercepted my hand and placed it on her right thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. It alighted on the silky-soft fabric of a stocking top, but before I could savour the deliciousness of this moment she propelled it further up, spreading her legs as she did so. Now my hand was touching her knickers. I could feel the outline of her pussy through the flimsy fabric and as my fingers tried to probe deeper, her juices soaked into the gusset.

“You’re very wet,” I said, almost panting as my heart-rate quickened and my rapidly hardening cock pressed uncomfortably against the taut fabric of my trousers. “What has got you so excited?” I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry.

She didn’t say a word. She simply turned towards me smiling flirtatiously and in one deft movement lifted her bottom off the leather seat and, wriggling, pulled down her knickers until they rested around her ankles. Easing herself back down she left her skirt where it had ridden up, high on her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings. She slipped out of her heels and flicked the discarded underwear into the passenger foot-well. Once again she took my hand and this time placed it firmly between her legs.

I was surprised at the smooth touch of her skin and could clearly feel her outer labia. Two fingers easily found her warm, sticky-wet slit and slid deeply inside. Then it dawned on me, she had shaved off all her pubes. She was totally naked down there! She later confessed this had been intended to drive me wild with desire. She had not anticipated being overwhelmed by her own erotic urges. As my middle fingers gently slid back and forth inside her, she closed her eyes and let out a series of almost imperceptible groans of pleasure!

Meanwhile, I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. My right hand was on the steering wheel but my mind was entirely focused on what my left hand was feeling. It was hard to believe my wife was being so bold! She reached over and touched the bulge in my trousers which caused me to swerve off course a little.

“We’ll be at the hotel soon, wait until then. It will be worth it, I promise.”

The onward journey seemed very long, but in no time at all we were pulling in to the hotel car-park. Inside, the receptionist greeted us with a smile, took our bags and then revealed that our room wouldn’t be ready for another two hours.

“Ok, no problem,” I said, and turning to my wife, “Let’s go for a walk, shall we?” A look akin to panic spread across her face and as we turned away from reception desk towards the exit she whispered frantically: “What do you mean, no problem! I’ve no panties on! I’m totally naked down there, what if someone notices?”

“I’m not sure how they would notice you’ve got no panties on, unless you’re planning on flashing.” I whispered back, placing a hand on her bottom and gently squeezing, “It’s our saucy little secret.”

With that she donned her coat and we strolled out arm-in-arm and heading for the familiar city streets and canal pathways. As we sauntered along she snuggled in close trying to avoid the chilly easterly wind that was blowing inland off the North Sea coast. From time to time her thigh brushed against me and I imagined that I could feel the hard metal clasp of her suspender pressing into my leg. I couldn’t help thinking about how exposed she was under her skirt and was thankful that the erection this provoked was discreetly hidden by my coat.

She subsequently admitted that being in public in such a risqué state of undress had given her an exquisitely sexy thrill. She found the chill-air that occasionally wafted through her outer clothing and between her legs a constant reminder of her secret nakedness.

It really turned her on.

The cold eventually became too penetrating for us both and so we stopped at a cosy bar to warm up. We chose two worn and saggy armchairs close to an open log fire. She sat opposite, her knees forced high by the low seating position.

As we warmed by the fire, to my disbelief, she playfully opened her legs wide enough to allow me a peek up her skirt. I was staring between her thighs with undisguised lust when the waiter approached with our drinks. His eyes were drawn to her indiscrete posture but, instead of covering up, she flagrantly stared back and brazened it out.

Diverting his gaze, he placed our drinks on the table and turned away. As he departed she blushed and her expression changed. She looked a little abashed at how bold she had been and involuntarily began to giggle. Trying to hide her embarrassment she pretended to smack the back of her hand.

“That was naughty of me, wasn’t it?” she said in a mock little-girl voice. Then, pouting at me and, in the same voice, teased, “You’ll have to punish me later!”

I raised my eyebrows in response. With sexual tension now at a critically high level we gulped our drinks down and headed back to the hotel, finally checking in around 3pm. Our room was a large, tastefully decorated suite and as the door closed we tore off our coats, flinging ourselves at each other, kissing passionately, tongues entwined, frantically caressing. Her scent and the warmth of her body enveloped me.

Clumsily, I tried to unbutton her top as she guided us back towards a chaise longue. Half falling, half sitting she held on to my arms pulling me down on my knees before her. Taking hold of her ankles, I spread her legs wide, raised them gently and pulled her forward. This forced her skirt up, nearly to her waist. Exposed now to my full gaze for the first time, framed by the creamy white flesh above her stocking tops, was that naked, shaven pussy. Without pausing I moved my hands to cup her buttocks, raising her slightly before going down on her. My tongue traced the folds of her exposed labia and savoured the unfamiliar feel of her smooth delectable skin. I covered her clitoris with my mouth, sucking at the swollen and engorged bud.

Her breath quickened as she gasped her approval. After years of practice I had become pretty adept at giving her head, but this newfound nakedness made it so much more sensual and I could tell she liked it this way too. She thrust her hips upwards and with both hands grabbed my hair pushing me harder in to her.

“Keep doing that,” she gasped.

By now I had brought my fingers in to play. She was so wet that juices were running down towards her buttocks. I pushed my finger into the cleft forcing her cheeks apart, allowing the juices to moisten her anus before gently inserted a finger. It went in past the second knuckle and I eased it back and forth. Within seconds she began thrusting her hips up and down in time with my movements.

I felt the muscle tighten around my finger and then rhythmically pulsate as she came, vigorously at first and then in receding waves until finally it was over. My mouth remained in contact with her pussy.

“Stop, stop,” she cried, as if in pain. “It’s too much.”

I lifted away and looked up at her as she slumped back on the chaise, her body spent, her clothes in disarray, blouse undone to the waist revealing her lacy bra. She pulled at the hem of her skirt trying to straighten it out and looked coyly at me, once again displaying embarrassment at how unrestrained she had just been, at how she had abandoned herself to unbridled sexual yearnings. I sat down beside her, dishevelled but still fully clothed and with an uncomfortable bulge in my trousers.

“That was amazing, I’ve never known you so randy,” I said, and then looking down, “but what am I going to do with this, now? I’m not sure it can wait too long.”

I stood, intending to go to the bathroom in the hope that having a pee would relieve some of the tension but as I did she pulled me towards her, undid my trouser fly, and released my erect cock. Drawing back the foreskin she wiped precum from my knob before taking it into her mouth, cupping my balls with one hand and the shaft with her other. I let out an involuntary groan.

Seconds later I was engulfed by waves of ecstasy as spunk shot in to her mouth and trickled down her chin. Releasing me, she gazed up to absorb the reaction, a self-satisfied expression on her face.

“You are so fucking incredible right now,” I said, “I’ve never known you be so dominant.”

We lay beside each other on the sumptuous oak bed drinking champagne and eating Belgian chocolates. I rolled onto my side exposing my wife’s lissom body. She was still in stockings and suspenders. I placed a hand between her legs and kissed her on the nape of the neck before planting more kisses on her breasts and stomach, but as I headed lower she eased me away, pulling my face to hers and kissing me on the lips.

“Let’s do it properly,” she urged, “I want you inside me this time.”

“Don’t you want me to go down on you first?” I asked.

“No, I’d rather have the vibrator. You know what that does for me,” she replied with a sultry smile.

We’ve used a vibrator during sex since the early days of our marriage, it started as a way to guarantee my wife achieved orgasm whenever we fucked. My cock alone was rarely enough. Over the years we have accumulated quite a collection of sex toys including one or two for anal play. Long ago I discovered that she liked me to finger her anus during the latter part of oral foreplay or to insert a small silicon dildo whilst using a vibrator on her clit, but we had never fucked anally.

I reached over for the bag where we kept our toys, took out her favourite vibrator, some lube and a translucent soft silicone anal toy. She likes to use the vibrator on herself so I handed it to her. I positioned myself so that I could use my fingers on both her holes. Not until she was fully aroused would she want the toy brought in to play.

She switched on the vibrator, placing the pulsating head on her clit, and closed her eyes.

I squirted lube on my fingers and started playing with her pussy, inserting first one and then two fingers. I leant forward, kissed her right breast and sucked the nipple, feeling it harden under my tongue. Withdrawing my fingers, I slid them between her buttocks. She responded by opening her legs wider. I traced the outline of her anus with my finger, stopping momentarily to apply more lube before taking hold of the silicon toy and pushing it against the tight opening. As it eased in, her body tensed and she gasped.

“If you do that, I’m going to cum,” she said, turning off the vibrator and opening her eyes. “I want you inside me this time, I want you to cum inside me.”

“Ok”, I said, assuming that she would turn over on to all fours so that I could fuck her pussy from behind, allowing her to press the vibrator against her clit. Instead, she remained on her back and wriggled forward so that her legs hung over the edge of the bed. She raised them up, bending her knees towards her chest and spreading them wide.

“I know you’ve always wanted anal,” she said, “let’s do it now, before I get there again.”

Wow! My mind was reeling. I had never known her like this before. She was so unrestrained. I nearly blew my load simply thinking about what she had just said. The sight of her spread wantonly before me, urging me on to fuck her in the arse, was breathtaking.

Standing between her stockinged thighs, I held my rock-hard cock to her. My first attempt at anal penetration failed when it slid upwards into her pussy.

“You’re in the wrong hole!” she said as I started to plunge back and forth. I withdrew and she took hold of my shaft guiding it to the correct entrance. With her hand holding my shaft steady I pushed hard against the muscular opening until its resistance subsided and let me in.

It was tight, a completely different sensation from fucking her pussy. I could feel her gripping me firmly as I tried to thrust to and fro. I leant forward, kissed her firmly on the lips and pushed.

She let out a grunt, as if I had knocked the wind out of her. That motion had forced my cock in up to the hilt. Instantly her legs wrapped around my back, pinning me to her. She flexed her thighs and squeezed, restricting my movements.

“Gently, take it easy.” She whispered, “Let me get used to it.”

As she relaxed her grip we began to move in harmony, slowly at first, the pace quickening as tensions eased. I was no longer fucking her—we were making love and she was calling the shots. There was passion and wild desire in the way she orchestrated our movements and an intense intimacy that I had only rarely experienced when we had sex.

I was following her lead, doing her bidding, lost in the delicious ecstasy of her raw passion. This wasn’t just my sex fantasy being fulfilled, it was hers, and a voice inside my head was telling me this is how it had always been. Teasing, tantalising and toying with me, driving me wild with desire for her body, making me do her bidding. I could see now that all through our years together she had been playing out her secret fantasy. Letting me think she was the timorous partner whilst covertly relishing her sexual dominance. That was what really turned her on!

“Oh, god,” she suddenly cried, letting out a guttural sound. The muscles that had been gripping my cock so tightly began to throb as she bucked, thrusting her hips forward. “Oh, god, oh god” she cried again as the orgasm swept powerfully through her. She arched her back, her whole body tensing as she rapturously cried out.

This was too much for me. I exploded into her, pushing forcefully as I came. It made me light-headed, the sensation was so overwhelming. I tumbled forward onto her before rolling to one side. I turned to look into her eyes.

She had an enigmatic expression on her face as she murmured, “Thank you.”

Then, pausing to take in her surrounding, as if for the first time.

“Fabulous room.” She chuckled.  “Good choice of hotel…”

“Yes,” I replied, “It was yours, wasn’t it!”

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