A literotic sexstories: Building a Dream: Part One by Steveandjay ,
An adventure that happened to my lovely wife Jay and i on a trip to London in 2014. Her first time with multiple men started by the heat of the night and the kindness of others
How many times, when having sex with your wife, have you fantasised that you’re both in a different situation just to enhance the enjoyment? Mine has been to see my lovely wife Jay getting fucked by another guy or another woman. Just a fantasy but it’s great to imagine when you’re in the later stage of climax.
I do this all the time and I don’t doubt she’s doing the same but it’s never mentioned nor bought up in conversation. Why would it? Jay is bi-sexual. I knew that from the first date we went out on, but only once have I had the pleasure to see her with another woman.
We had registered on a swinger site with the intent of finding her a woman after we had a drunken conversation one night and she slurred that she hadn’t had some pussy in a while. I was ecstatic and when she sobered up I reminded her about what she said. She agreed to bring another woman in for a one-off so I could watch and, maybe, join in.
It didn’t go well. There was no single woman in our area that matched neither our preferences. We got chatting to a husband and wife who invited us over to spend the night. It was okay, that’s all I can say.
The girls had fun for about half an hour but then the husband wanted full swap and Jay was not up for that. We went to bed and, after polite handshakes and promises to keep in touch, left never to return.
And that was that. It was never bought up in conversation again not mentioned.
A bit more about us. We’re not exactly neither ‘fit’ nor overweight. A couple of pounds here and there but I believe, we’re in fairly good shape. Jay looks great in whatever she wears. She’s an attractive lady with long, strawberry blonde hair with slight curls. Her breasts are still at a good point of firmness and ‘pointiness’ and a great arse that I still admire to this day.
When the occurrence that I’m about to tell you about took place I was forty-two and Jay thirty-nine and we’re both on our second marriages. As I write this six years after the event took place we have been together for fifteen, happy years and the sex with Jay, compared to my first wife is outstanding, apart from anal.
My first wife went through a period that lasted about two months of loving anal, then she stopped and that was that. Jay likes arse play; a finger, a small butt plug, definite rimming but never, ever full anal. That’s fine because she does a lot more than my first wife would ever consider. Sex is good and, as I write this, still very regular. It gets better when Jay has a few drinks.
She really gets into it in a physical way and goes beyond her normal sexual self
July 2014 seemed to be going through a bit of a heatwave and it was then that we had decided to spend a week in London doing the sites, catch a show etc. It’s only an hour on the train and we do this trip every year, normally in April but for some reason we ended up going in July with a constant wall of heat around us.
We’re not too keen on too much heat and much prefer to be walking around the city when it’s cooler.
We booked into a well-known budget hotel a short walk from Waterloo Station on the Lambeth road. It’s a good, local hotel but no air conditioning. We were in a room on the main road. It had big windows that could be opened to let in a breeze but could be seen from the street and shutting the heavy curtains would take away the much-needed fresh air.
We asked if they had any fans they could lend us but they had all been lent out already. We decided to put up with it the best we could and maybe leave the curtains open a crack if we could. The only respite was the small dining area behind the bar in the lobby where we would go to play cards to pass the time.
This had air conditioning and if you found the right table you could sit directly below one of the units blowing cool, refreshing air. The first night we were there the fire alarm went off. We all traipsed out and stood on the road opposite the hotel.
The early morning cool air was refreshing but we could clearly see into our room and the gap in the curtains which would show us quite clearly doing whatever even with the light off.
We knew then that we would have to keep the curtains shut.
When we went out for the day she would wear a dress that was low-cut and thrown over the head and tied at the back of her neck. It was long to almost her ankles with a slit up the side to her knees, but thin enough so she didn’t get too hot.
She decided to not wear a bra due to the heat. That’s fine. It wasn’t see-through so no one would ever guess, apart from the obvious bounce of her lovely breasts. She did get the odd glance that was unnoticed by her but not by me. Hey, I don’t mind someone admiring her.
On our second day we ended up having dinner in a bar in Soho. I used to go there when I was younger, mainly for the excellent record and bookshops with the benefit of a quick visit to the peepshows to deposit a quid for five minutes of having a naked woman gyrating in front of me and no, I did not want to pass a fiver through for a private show.
Me and Jay had walked through Soho before many times but never looked at the sexual side of this area. In the bar Jay had a few drinks and was in a very, good mood. We left the bar and started walking around glancing at the sex shops in the various streets. Jay had never been in one, having used the internet for our collection of toys and DVD’s and not having an establishment like this anywhere near our small Bucks town.
“Come on” I said taking her by the hand and entering one “let’s have a look around. I might treat you to a new toy.”
“Okay, but not for too long.” She answered, a bit nervous despite the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. She started browsing and really got into checking out the different toys. She’s never seen so many close up, only on the internet. She made remarks about the sizes, colours and shapes and started to sound like a retail critic.
“That’s way too big, that’ll never fit, that would hurt, and that plugs in?” Her interest in the various items was exciting to say the least. She found the anal play toys and picked up a solid bead wand. It had several small beads of all the same size but on a firm piece of rubber so it can be inserted and kept straight. She was fingering it for a while before I asked, “Would you like me to get it for you?”
She paused before saying “yes please and get some of that flavoured lube.” Excellent, I knew that when we got back to the hotel I would be in for same fun, despite the uncomfortable heat.
We arrived back in the hotel and I suggested a quick drink from the bar so we could spend a little while cooling off (and also to bump up her alcohol level)
She went through to get an air-conditioned table and I got the drinks. She found one we had sat under before and was trying her best to lean back and cool her neck. At a table nearby were four blokes having a laid-back drink. The looked to be in their late thirties to forty and one of them was black.
They were all in a good shape and fairly attractive. They were casually dressed in a manner that suggested smart rather than throw anything on to go out.
Jay got the cards out and we started playing, although she kept leaning back to try and get the cool air on her and was repeatedly blowing up on her face. Despite the cool air she was still perspiring a bit.
After about five minutes she had downed her wine and waved her empty glass at me, the hint for another. I knew we wouldn’t be sat for too long so got her a small glass of wine and a bottle to take to the room. We carried on playing cards and she still sat there using her cards as a fan and trying to keep cool.
“Hot enough for you?” said a voice to my right. It was the oldest looking man of the group who looked to be about my age -42 at the time-who had noticed how uncomfortable Jay was.
“Too bloody hot,” she replied.
“It is that” he answered. “On holiday?” he asked
“Yeah, just for a week” I replied and explained about our annual trip to the capital. His name was Phil and he was on a works trip with the other gentleman. They worked for a well-known oil company in different offices around Europe and would be called back to London every few months for meetings, seminars, conferences etc.
They had all started working a few years before in the same London office before being sent out to run various offices.
If they were all in London at the same time they would turn down the more expensive hotel offered and opt for a budget so they could all stay in the same hotel and drink freely and have a laugh which would be frowned upon should it get back to their superiors. Phil was the oldest of the group. Next were Clive, then Simon, who was black, then Keith.
We chatted casually for about ten minutes about London, the sites before getting back to the uncomfortable heat.
“The lack of air conditioning in the room is a pain” said Jay, still fanning herself “and we can’t leave the curtains open for the draught as we can be seen from the street”
“Did you ask if they had any spare fans here?” asked Simon
“Yep, and the answer was no” I replied.
They all looked at each other before Phil said,
“That may be our fault. When we arrived and noticed the heat we each went down to ask for a fan. We all got a pedestal fan which is good, but another would be better. We waited until the receptionist had changed then asked for another without mentioning the first fan we had. Myself, Simon and Jim were lucky to get the last ones. We now have two fans in our room.”
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