My cock twitched in my slacks as I took in the woman’s alluring figure in her snug dress.

Things were looking good with Denise, the flirty hottie I’d met in the hotel lobby bar. We had been sitting together over cocktails, and before long, the night felt alive with promise. I’d hoped we’d be going up to my room before the night was through.

She, however, kept looking at my wedding ring.

“Where’s your wife, Sean?” she finally asked.

“In another state. I’m here for the convention.”

“You do this kind of thing a lot?” She asked the question coyly, but I saw she was genuinely curious.

I answered honestly. “I’ve done it lots. So has my wife. Between us, we’ve slept with almost 50 other people. Almost.”

Denise blinked, then laughed nervously. “Wow. You mean, you both know that the other is stepping out?”

“Yes. We have an open marriage, but there are rules. It’s not a free-for-all.”

She wanted to know what those rules were. So I told her. My wife, Wendy, and I had known before we’d married that neither of us was a jealous type. We also knew we both liked multiple partners. But to make sure things didn’t get messy on the home front, we decided to take only out-of-state lovers. Since we both travelled extensively for our jobs, we could indulge in one-night stands all over the map — and we did.

That also gave us a fun idea, like participating in one of those contests where you have to collect stamps or box tops marked with the name of each U.S. state. Together, we’d been accumulating sexual conquests from sea to shining sea, plus Alaska and Hawaii.

Luck had put my convention in the last state we needed to collect them all. The very last one. “You could be the final piece to our puzzle,” I explained.

Denise looked flushed with excitement. I could tell she felt at ease. Perhaps the concept of “collecting states” made it easier for her to believe I really had an open marriage. I was thrilled to have a shot with this woman and at this last state. It had taken Wendy and I more than two years to get to this point.

Denise grabbed my hand and hurried me to the elevator. On the way up, we kissed ferociously. Her tongue was hot and wet, twisting around mine. I felt her tits pressed against me as her body writhed with excitement. Filled with anticipation, we entered my room.

“There’s one last thing,” I said. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

Denise turned at the foot of the bed; she’d been just about to slip off her dress. I headed to the desk and opened the laptop there. With a few key taps, the video chat screen came alive. Wendy looked out from it, smiling. I stepped aside, and she beheld Denise.

“You’re just lovely, aren’t you?” my wife purred.

Denise froze for a second, but then a naughty expression shown on her face. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to her waist. I gazed at her gorgeous breasts, full mounds capped with pink nipples. On the laptop’s screen, Wendy stared, too.

Liking the attention, Denise shimmied the dress off her hips to stand naked before me — and my wife. Though she was back home in another state.

Wendy turned her eyes on me. “Number 50, darling. Make it a good one!” The computer was aimed toward the bed.

I went to Denise, shedding my clothing as I did. My cock stood out straight and hard. Desire coiled and uncoiled in my gut. I took her in my arms, and we kissed again, delving deeper with our tongues, searching and slurping. Her warm mouth was endlessly enticing. Her bare flesh against mine was soft and seductive.

We moved onto the bed, and I put my hands on her tits, squeezing them tightly. She reached around to grope my ass, then slipped a hand between us and fondled my balls, causing pleasure to tingle through me. I tweaked her hardened nips, and she moaned in approval.

I kissed her throat, liking the smooth feel of her skin. I moved down to her tits. As I licked their upper slopes, she ran her fingers through my hair. When I went to nibble on her stiff nipples, she cried out in a sharper voice.

She lay back as I continued my southward trajectory. Her shapely legs opened while I kissed a trail down her flat belly. Already I could detect her excited scent. Slipping down between her thighs, I found her pussy awaiting me, wet and willing.

I traced my tongue tip through her damp folds, gently parting her. She groaned and closed her thighs around my shoulders. I licked inside her for a first real taste. She was tangy, her flavor electric. I pressed my mouth onto her and tongued her deeper.

Again, her fingers were in my hair, this time grabbing by the roots. Her hips rolled underneath me as she flexed the muscles in her butt against the bed. As her excitement soared, she started jamming her pussy against my mouth.

“Yes! Suck that pussy! Suck it!”

I heard the voice. It wasn’t Denise’s.

Pausing long enough to look up, I saw Denise look over at the nearby laptop, smiling lewdly. I didn’t need to look myself to know Wendy was watching, transfixed, and that she had called out the encouraging words.

Denise pulled my mouth hard against her pussy again, and I resumed eating her out. I zeroed in on her engorged clitoris and gave that lush lovebud all the attention it deserved.

By using the video features on our laptops, my wife and I had been able to keep one another involved, almost directly, in our extramarital sexual antics. After all, we loved one another madly — so why not share our various escapades, even when we were far away from each other?

That night’s encounter with Denise, though, was something special. She represented the 50th state. Maybe it was silly on some level, but I felt a serious sense of accomplishment as I nuzzled and lapped between her legs.

Wendy continued to cheer us on from her vantage atop the desk. I stroked Denise’s clit with my tongue. Her ass rose higher off the bed, and her fingers grasped my hair tighter. Before long, she bucked hard and gave a subdued scream. She shook for a moment and pushed me away gently,

I sat up, my face wet. Denise had gone momentarily limp with erotic exhaustion. I started to move up the bed. She propped up her head with a thick pillow and waved me further up. I straddled her body and took hold of the bed’s headboard. She took my knobby cockhead into her mouth.

“Slipping down between her thighs, I found her pussy, wet and willing.”

“Yes! Fuck her mouth!” Wendy implored.

Denise’s tongue was already swirling around my swollen crown. Sharp pleasure raced all up and down my body. I slid a further inch of myself into her wet and wiling mouth. Her lips wrapped my shaft, giving me a satisfying amount of friction. I eased forward even more, delighted to see myself slowly disappearing into her.

The look on her face told me she was enjoying this act as keenly as I’d enjoyed going down on her. Her hands came up to grope my ass. She forced more of me into her mouth, until I felt her throat close around my cockhead.

After that, I did as Wendy was encouraging me to do: I fucked Denise’s mouth, stroking in and out of her without a care but for my own satisfaction. Still gripping the headboard, I stroked in and out at a steady tempo. I felt Denise’s tongue racing along my shaft, felt the sweet suction of her mouth. She was damn hot.

Denise was squirming wildly under me, her eyes dancing. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and then she panted, “Put it in my pussy, Sean! Fuck me!”

And like an echo, Wendy added her voice: “Fuck her, Sean! Fuck her pussy!”

Grinning, I moved down and repositioned myself. Denise’s thighs were slick with sweat as she spread them. I brought my knob to her cunt hole, then rammed my way home.

She jerked beneath me, as she uttered what sounded like the cross between a hum and a purr. Her arms went around my shoulders, and her ass was already bouncing energetically on the mattress. She grasped me with her silky heat, and I fucked her deep, feeling the hot, wet velvet of her cunt enveloping my dick like magic.

The slap of flesh against flesh grew loud in the hotel room. Her body was glossy from exertion, and so was mine. I began to really pound her, and she squealed helplessly as I reamed her. I could feel the come simmering in my balls, and I thought briefly about the convention schedule to distract myself.

Denise, however, was all primed for her next climax. She went into it with a flamboyant flailing of limbs and happy cries. I kept her speared to the bed as her orgasmic fit crested.

Again, she fell briefly limp, but she roused as I unslotted myself and urged her up and over onto her hands and knees. I moved in behind her, eager to fuck my way to my own long-building climax. I laid my hands on her plush ass and drove my cock into her from behind. She groaned as I speared her.

I was facing into the laptop’s screen on the desk. Wendy looked as though she was thoroughly enjoying the show. When I’d first turned on the computer, she had been wearing a blouse. Now that was gone, and I could see her awesome tits. She had a hand on one of her breasts, kneading frantically, while the other was below, out of view of her computer’s camera. I could tell by the way she jerked that she was fingering her pussy as she watched us. She had to be. Man, that was hot!

I fucked Denise doggy-style, and her body rippled every time I jammed my dick into her. She, too, could see Wendy, and I could only imagine how my wife’s video presence in the room further excited her. Certainly her quaking, bucking body told me she was having a good time.

I was right there with her as I hammered her pussy. My balls tightened and a strangled pleasure shot up through me as my come filled her, making a sloppy mess in her cunt.

Wendy, too, joined in the orgasmic moment. Back home, she jumped up from her chair, putting her pussy at camera level. I saw the two fingers she had jammed up into herself. Her body shook, and she cried out before collapsing back into the seat.

Wendy and I grinned at each other. Now we had all 50 states.

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