From our very first date, to the day we walked down the aisle — to even now, five years later — my husband and I have always enjoyed a satisfying sex life. Besides Jim being a very generous and passionate lover, one of the things I love most about my husband is how open-minded he is. We are both fit and in our early 40s. Jim likes running, and I teach Pilates.

Jim has always told me, “I wouldn’t deny you anything,” and yes, he actually means it! There’s nothing Jim won’t try at least once in bed if it turns me on, so I’ve always felt free to share. And like many couples, my husband and I also have certain favorite activities. Mine is what we like to call “hotel hotwifing.” You can probably discern from that term that Jim and I love to engage in hotwife play, with him as the eager and supportive cuckold. But depending on the guy, he sometimes joins me and my lover in the sack.

Jim is in sales and travels to two major business conferences every year. One recent meetup was in Miami Beach — and the only thing that made me wetter than the ocean was the sight of so many young, handsome professionals ready to do business. But little did they know — my husband wasn’t working alone.

While my hubby pitched his wares, I discreetly surveyed the lobby from the hotel bar. When I saw a guy I liked, I’d text my husband a description so he might be able to check the guy out.

While it is always fun to pick out all the cute men I’d play with based on looks alone, I trust Jim to vet and refine my choices accordingly. At the end of the day, my husband meets me for dinner and brings along his man of choice, and we see where the evening takes us. If no prospects come up on his end, I open up a dating app and see if there’s anyone attractive to choose from in our immediate area.

But with so many cute young professionals around on that trip, I knew there was no doubt I’d be riding an eager young stud before the night was through.

As soon as I received my husband’s text telling me he’d selected our dinner guest, I headed upstairs to get ready. I chose a slinky black halter dress — and decided to skip wearing panties.

Sure enough, my husband had chosen well for the evening. Robert was six-foot-two, dark-haired and still had the physique from his college football days. I love a man with broad shoulders and strong arms, and Robert more than fit the bill. He looked so handsome, too, sitting there in a suit next to my husband. My pussy was already wet and aching as I realized how badly I wanted to make a meal out of both of them.

Dinner proceeded with some benign small talk that gradually became more spirited as the wine worked its magic.

“I have to say, Jim. You got lucky,” Robert remarked as he eyed me lustily. “I’ve been single for a year now, and I even hopped on an app to try to meet some ladies here while I’m in town. But I swear half those profiles are fake.”

“Oh, lots are,” Jim replied.

“How would you know?” Robert glanced between the two of us curiously.

That’s when I put my hand on Robert’s and purred, “You could say we’re a very adventurous and open couple.”

I watched as a look of comprehension bloomed on his face, followed by a hint of a smile as he answered, “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” Jim said. “Dana and I especially love making our out-of-town trips memorable by spending time with new people.”

“I see.” Robert paused. “Did you invite to me dinner with your wife in hopes of having an adventure?”

“Yes,” I confessed. “How do you feel about that, Robert?”

“I think I’d be crazy to pass on the opportunity. What are the rules?”

Jim shrugged and told him, “Aside from being safe and sane, our biggest thing is that we play together, and everything’s open between us.”

Robert nodded.

I leaned forward and elaborated: “I’d really love for you to fuck me, while Jim watches.”

“If that’s OK with you both, sure.”

“Of course it is.” Jim winked at me. “Happy hotwife, happy life.”

“What about a very wet, hotwife?” I took Jim’s hand under the table and encouraged him to feel my bare pussy beneath my dress. “What about that?” I kissed him on the cheek.

“I think we should skip dessert,” Jim replied, before slipping his finger into my mouth and letting me suck off my own sticky juices.

“We better head out now, or I won’t be able to keep my cool in public,” Robert admitted with a chuckle.

In due course, Robert followed me and Jim to our room, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I ambushed him with kisses. He was so rugged and tall, and the bulge I found pulsating in his pants felt about as big as a brick. It felt as hard as one, too.

“I can’t wait anymore to see this,” I murmured, as I stared at the tent Robert was pitching.

Smiling, Jim poured himself a drink and sat in a nearby chair.

“She wants what she wants, Robert. I hope you’re ready.”

I unfastened our guest’s belt buckle and slid down his pants. Sure enough, the outline of his swollen member in his cotton boxer briefs was quite the sight to behold! But nothing could have prepared me for the incredible erection that emerged from that pouch.

“Holy shit!” I gasped. “Wow!”

Fully erect, Robert’s dick was easily ten inches with considerable girth.

“Whoa — that’s amazing,” Jim said. “Ever think of a porn career, Robert?”

Robert laughed and replied, “No, not at this point, but I definitely appreciate the sentiment.”

“It deserves its own ZIP code,” I said, stroking his massive shaft. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

I had Robert recline on the bed — horizontally — so my husband could get a good view of me working over his mammoth member. I started out slowly, teasing the head of his uncut cock with my tongue before embarking upon the ultimate deep-throating challenge.

“You can do it, honey,” Jim encouraged.

I took a deep breath, while pulling my ab muscles inward. Once I felt my lungs at capacity, I swallowed Robert’s cock down as deeply as possible.

Robert groaned and held my hair back; he, too, was enjoying the view, watching me bob up and down on his dick.

I nearly choked on him, but I kept going back for more until his shaft was so covered with spit, it looked glossy in the room’s dim lights. Watching me gag while being face-fucked is a huge turn-on for Jim, so I wasn’t surprised when he started to play with himself while watching us.

“Oh fuck,” Robert gasped. “I’m gonna fucking come right down your throat, if you don’t stop.”

I released Robert’s dick and said, “No, don’t come yet. I wanna feel you inside me first.” I glanced over at Jim. “You wanna see his huge cock stretch my pussy?”

“God, yes — I want my slut wife stuffed full of cock.”

I grinned and said, “See why I love this man, Robert?”

He laughed and answered, “I’m taking notes, so I know how to land a great woman.”

I slipped a magnum-sized condom on Robert and squatted over him, cowgirl-style, so my husband could watch every inch sliding inside me.

“Oooh! Jim, he’s huge.”

The head of Robert’s thick member slowly inched inside my wet pussy; I was in no rush, of course, as I wanted to savor every sensation.

“You feel so fucking good,” Robert muttered. “That’s right — take it all.”

Once I was fully impaled, I began rocking to and fro. Robert reached up and played with my nipples as he asked, “All natural?”

I nodded with a smirk.

“I married her for other reasons,” Jim commented. “But her great rack was an added bonus.”

My husband continued to jerk himself aggressively as he watched me fuck Robert. “How does he feel, honey?” Jim asked, still working his hand.

“So fucking good!” I cried out, bucking my hips.

“I wanna see him fuck you doggy-style, too.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds fucking amazing,” Robert added.

We repositioned ourselves, so I was on all fours facing Jim. That let my husband see my facial expressions, while Robert railed me from behind.

“Rub your clit, while I fuck you,” Robert ordered.

Just as I started to do so, he rammed into me, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. It took my breath away, but I kept frigging myself as he speared me to the core and drove me closer to ecstasy.

“Yeah, rub that clit for us, baby,” Jim said as he stroked himself and watched Robert nail me.

I gasped for breath, so overcome by pleasure I thought I might faint.

Robert gently tugged on my hair and gave my ass a slap. He groaned and began thrusting even harder into me.

“Jim,” I called out breathlessly. “Get over here, and let me suck your dick, while Robert fucks me.”

My husband was, of course, happy to oblige and fed me his hard cock. My muffled gagging and moaning quickly built to a crescendo as Robert triggered my first orgasm of the night. I came so hard, I nearly collapsed. But Jim was there to steady me. As I lay there still reeling from my orgasm, Robert pulled out of my pussy, and he and Jim let me take turns sucking and swallowing their dicks. As they finished on my face — one coming seconds after the other — I reached down and rubbed my clit, already feeling hungry for more pleasure.

I planted kisses on both dicks and told the boys, “Let me know when either of you is ready to go again.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said your wife was insatiable, man,” Robert said, with his voice laced with admiration.

“You’re in for a long night,” Jim said. “I hope you don’t have any early morning meetings!”

Robert shook his head and replied, “No, but a woman like this is always worth clearing the calendar for.” Then he paused. “You don’t have any single friends, do you Dana?”

As it happened, I did eventually introduce Robert to a girlfriend of mine, and we all met up — but that’s a story for another time.