My live-in lover’s favorite fantasy is of me fucking another man or woman.

His only requirement is that I come home and tell him all about it afterward.

One night Jason suggested I dress up and go out to see if I could find someone interesting. I was excited and felt this might be my lucky night. Jason watched me choose my garter and stockings. He told me to forget the thong. I picked out a tight, short knit dress and stiletto heels. He kissed me goodbye, winked, and said, “Have a good time hunting. I’ll be waiting.”

I picked an upscale hotel that had an elegant lounge. I sat at the bar so I could use the height of the stool to show off my legs. I spotted a few promising men. One dark-haired guy piqued my interest. I made eye contact and spread my legs a little to give him a glimpse of my pussy. In no time at all he picked up his drink and joined me. As I’d suspected, he was a businessman in town for only one night. It didn’t take long for me to decide to go upstairs with him to his room.

As soon as the door closed I pulled off my dress and walked onto the balcony in my stockings and heels. He came up behind me and started fondling my breasts. He slid his fingers between my thighs, discovering my wetness.

I felt Jason’s breath on my neck. He pressed his hard bulge into my ass. I bent forward and pushed back against him. He took off his pants and jammed his hard cock into me. I held on to the railing and pushed back, eagerly meeting each of his thrusts.

He pulled my bra down and rolled my nipples between his fingers. Then he reached down and touched my clit. My legs started trembling, and I knew I was going to come. I started to moan, “Yes, yes!” as my legs shook and my orgasm ripped through my body. With my pussy clenching his cock, he couldn’t help but share my bliss.

I went back into the room, put on my dress, breezily blew him a kiss, and said, “Thanks for the fuck.” In the elevator I felt his come trickling down and wetting my thighs. In the car on my way home to Jason, I was so excited that I tickled my clit under my dress.

Jason was reading in bed when I got home. He smiled and asked, “So?” I told him every detail of my sexcapade with the handsome stranger, and Jason’s cock got hard. I rubbed it up and down while I told my story. Before I’d finished he turned me over and pounded his hard cock into me. He asked, “Was it like this? Did he fuck you like this?” I got more excited thinking about the fact that I’d fucked two guys in one night. I met every thrust as hard as I could. Jason held my hips and fucked me harder than he ever had. He came with a shudder. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, spasm after spasm. I came with him.

My anonymous little quickie definitely enhanced our sex that night, and I’m sure I’ll find another horny traveler to hunt down so Jason and I can repeat the experience. Maybe it will be a woman next time.