Todd surprised me by saying, “Well, he sure is a good-looking hunk of man-meat.”

I looked up from my phone to see who he was talking about. He had that tone. That certain playful tone hinting things might work in my favor.

He was nodding in the direction of a tall, strapping guy who had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and the broadest shoulders I’d ever seen. He looked well put together without appearing to be someone who lived in the gym. Blessed, my grandmother would have said. And, oh my, was he.

“I agree,” I said, feeling a familiar quickening in my lower gut — and between my thighs.

“He’s the kind of guy I’d love to get a report on,” Todd said, squeezing my knee beneath the table. He slid his hand higher, and excitement unfurled in me.

I decided to sweeten the pot, so I added, “For that kind of guy, I’d go one step further and invite you to watch me screw him.”

He gave my mound a quick smack through my jeans, happily startling me, and then he stood. The hotel was busy due to the convention we were attending. He made his way through the crowd, and I watched him approach the man.

I sat there trying hard to look hot and unassuming, which is more difficult than you’d think.

Todd shook hands with the stranger. My husband pointed at me, and the man smiled. Then they shook hands again. Seconds later, Todd was headed my way, and I was trying to breathe.

“His name is Lance, and he’s meeting us for drinks after dinner,” Todd informed me.

“Lance,” I repeated. “My how fitting.”

“Right?”

Dinner was a long way off. We went about our day, mingling and mixing at the various convention conferences and trying very hard to stay distracted. As they say, the waiting is the hardest part.

Drinks went well, and as we enjoyed our second round of beverages, there was a lot of touching. Lance brushed my shoulder; I caressed his knee. Todd sporadically ran his hand down my back, resting just above my ass. I felt a warm glow inside me from my wine, the company and — most of all — the anticipation.

“I think we should move this party upstairs,” Todd said.

I nodded, and Lance followed us to the elevator like a dutiful puppy.

Once inside the room, our guest asked, “So, how does this work? Who does what?”

His cheeks were flushed, and I noticed his cock was already hard. Adorable.

“Well, I sit here,” Todd said, settling in a cushy chair by the side of the bed.

“And you and I have fun,” I said, reaching up to unbutton Lance’s shirt.

He let me undress him. I traced my fingers along his warm skin. He was thickly muscled but not overblown. I bent to bite his nipple gently, and he jumped.

“Easy, boy,” I told Lance. “We’re just getting to the good part.”

I pulled down his boxer briefs, and his hard cock sprang free. His excitement made me excited. I grabbed his thick shaft and gave him a few pumps for fun. His groans of pleasure filled my ears.

My eyes darted to Todd, who was smiling lasciviously. His erection tented his pants, but he kept his hands on the arms of the chair.

Later, he’d take me hard to remind me who I really belonged to. My pussy clenched eagerly at the thought of it. But for the moment, he and I were willing to swap him out for a piece of strange.

I pushed Lance back onto the bouncy hotel mattress. I made sure to position myself, so my husband would have a clear view of all the festivities. The next time he had a special date, maybe I’d watch him.

All that ran through my head as I plunged my mouth onto Lance’s erection. I tried to brush my lips against the root of his cock. But his shaft was so long I hit my limit. My eyes watered, and my heart thundered. He groaned and put a hand on the back of my head. I sucked him off leisurely. I wasn’t going to let him come just yet. Where would be the fun in that?

I cupped his balls and squeezed them gently, then I tickled them with my fingers, making him wriggle. Tonguing the tip of his cock, I hummed softly, happy with my work. The vibration must have done something for him because he gasped and groaned.

I heard Todd chuckle softly from the chair. He was definitely enjoying the show.

I brought Lance right to the edge, and then I looked him in the eye and said, “Now me.”

He nodded, obviously eager for our next step.

I moved up his body, dropping lusty kisses and occasional sharp nips with my teeth. I finally got up above his shoulders and straddled his handsome face. I held the top of the hotel headboard and lowered myself so his tongue could reach me.

He didn’t dally. His hands reached up and cupped my ass. He craned his neck to get to me. His tongue was whirling and lapping as it swept over my swollen clit. I sighed blissfully.

“There, right there,” I sighed. “That’s the spot.”

He stayed there like a good boy, licking and tracing my nub with the tip of his tongue. His fingers bit into my ass as he nudged my clitoris roughly. I worked my hips, feverishly grinding against his talented mouth.

When I came, I cried out to the ceiling. It was so fucking good.

Not long afterward, I was laughing gleefully as I moved off him. I kissed his honey-slick lips.

“That was good. You did a magnificent job,” I assured him. “Now, are you ready to feel my pussy wrapped around your big cock?”

“Hell yeah!”

I patted his cheek and then moved myself onto his lap. I teased my still thumping clit with the crown of his dick. He moaned, and I pushed my cunt onto his rod. I took my time, feeling him stretch me with every inch I sank down.

When he was fully inside me, I had to catch my breath. I heard Todd trying to do the same.

I leaned forward enough to feel my clit grinding against his pelvis. Then I rocked my hips from side to side, feeling his dick jerk inside me.

Leaning forward even more, I put my hands on his shoulders. I rolled my hips, letting pleasure flow through me. I heard a grunt from Todd and turned to look at him over my shoulder. He winked at me, and my pussy clenched around Lance’s cock. My new lover reached around and smacked me on the ass. I was so wrapped up in the surprise and the pleasure of it all.

“Again,” I demanded. “Do it again.”

He did it, and I shuddered.

That was followed by a flurry of smacks that made my cunt thump with need. I needed to come again. A sweet tightness built and built within me until I thought I’d go insane.

I sensed more than heard Todd shift in the background. He seemed to be trying to find a comfortable position from his viewing chair that would accommodate his steely cock.

A final hard blow rocked through me, and I came with a long sigh. Then I announced, “Now, I’m gonna to finish you off with my mouth. Is that OK with you?”

Underneath me, his hips thrust up as if involuntarily, then he said hoarsely, “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

Once I pulled my pussy off his cock, I grabbed his rod roughly. I squeezed him none too gently and asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, baby. I’m very sure,” he responded breathlessly.

His cock was hot in my hand, and I gave him slow, even jerks. Then I sucked his crown into my mouth, dragging my tongue around it repeatedly and tasting my flavor on his skin. He groaned, and I heard Todd release a soft chuckle of appreciation.

On my hands and knees, I angled myself so my husband could see my ass as I tended to our guest. I reached between my legs, pushed my fingers into my pussy and drew out some of my own wetness. I began to work my clit with slick fingers as I slid my lips down Lance’s shaft.

“That’s my dirty girl,” Todd whispered.

When I heard him, my nipples grew tight and hard, and my pussy flexed greedily. When I was done with Lance, my husband would bury his cock inside my cunt, and the thought lit me up inside.

Finding my rhythm, I stopped toying with Lance and sucked him in earnest. As I slid my mouth up and down his thick erection, I traced pleasurable patterns over my clit.

I felt Todd’s gaze boring into me. Deep down, I knew he was getting hot from watching me. How hard was his prick? How many times had he brushed his hand against his erection?

Pushing my fingers deep inside my pussy, I flexed them and moaned around Lance’s big cock. He pushed up roughly, jamming his dick in my mouth and throat. He grunted and groaned as his fingers clutched at the bedsheets.

He wriggled and squirmed like a worm on a hook, and the sight thrilled me. It thrilled Todd, too; that’s why my husband loved to watched me work.

I tickled my clit playfully because I knew my hubby had his eyes locked on me. Lance buried his hands in my hair, held me fast and bucked up into my mouth. I accommodated him by eagerly swallowing his rod.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” Lance shouted.

He kept saying it over and over, and his urgency was infectious. I pumped my fingers in and out of my sopping pussy. When he shot his load into my mouth, coating my tongue with cream, I came, too. My climax was a huge clenching release that made me gasp around the pulsing dick in my mouth.

Lance and I sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily. We stayed that way for I don’t know how long. I may have even dozed off. Then Todd ushered Lance to the door, returned to me and asked, “Are you ready to spread your legs and let me in? So I can remind you whose hot wife you are?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” I told him — and I meant it.