Satin Fetish Cuckold Part 3: Prague
Satin cuckold Part 3.
With Natasha’s concerns that I might get jealous if I saw her with other men resoundingly put to bed, we had sex more than ever, always accompanied by lots of naughty descriptions of her indiscretions during our relationship and confessed to how much of a turn on it was for her to cheat on me. There was more and more talk of how she would set about seducing another guy in front of me while dressed as a satin secretary, and her desire to satisfy my fantasy was increasing by the day. Her only conditions were that it couldn’t happen anywhere where people knew us in everyday life, and it couldn’t be a guy we already knew. With that in mind a booked us a weekend in Prague.
It was past six in the evening when we arrived at the hotel, and I jumped into the shower while Natasha unpacked her bags. When I had got ready and dressed, she invited me to choose her outfit for the evening, before jumping into the shower.
My cock was pulsating and I was trembling with excitement as I picked out and ran my fingers over the silky satin of the red blouse that I had bought for her a few days earlier and was dying to see her in. To accompany this, I chose her tight black satin skirt, black satin lingerie, stockings and suspender belt, pearl necklace and high heels. Seeing me standing there like some sort of horny my cock bulging in my pants, and knowing I would not be able to keep my hands off her while she tried to get dressed, she told me to go and wait in the hotel bar while she finished getting ready.
I did as I was told and, sitting there at the bar I was hard already hard as a rock at the thought of her, when entered to room. Her entrance seemed to be in slow motion. The material of her silky blouse seemed to ripple like liquid over her body with movement as walked towards me.
After dinner in a local restaurant, we walked past a small bar and decided to go for a drink. As soon as we entered and made our way to a table, I noticed a few guys checking Natasha out and felt my cock stiffening. The wine from dinner had already relaxed Natasha and after she’d finished the whisky she’s ordered, she leaned over to me and whispered that the six guys stood by the bar just behind me and to my right my had been checking her out since we had got in. Seeing how much she was appreciating the attention sent my already hard cock throbbing.
“What do they look like?”
“Some of them are fit.” She said in a mischievous tone that told me she enjoying this new found ability to be totally honest with me.
“A couple of them are really fit.” As she whispered the words, I could see her eyes were fixed on them and the expression on her face told me that she wanted them to do more than just look at her.
I was desperate to turn around and bet a better look at them but couldn’t risk taking the chance of ruining things by seeming like I might be a jealous husband. This agony went on until, unable to hold my pee in any longer, I had to go to the toilet.
I got up and asked the barmaid where the toilet was, but she hadn’t heard and walked straight past me. Just then, I heard an English voice say: “The toilet is this way, mate.” And knew before I even looking that it must have come from one of Natasha’s new boyfriends. I turned around was excited to see a friendly guy pointing down a long passage way. “The toilets are over there.” He was really good-looking and I knew instantly that he must was one of the guys Natasha fancied.
I negotiated my way past him and down the passage way to the toilet, only to find there was a queue for wait to pee and it was ten agonising minutes before I got back to the table to find Natasha sat in my seat with her back to him. My disappointment in seeing her facing away from him must have been obvious because, with a look in her eyes that showed me she was a turned on as I was, she leaned in and “I have sat you there so you don’t miss the show.”
My heart soared and I was trying to find the words to respond when, she stood up and slowly walked towards him. I could tell she was looking him straight in the eye as she approached him, her hips swaying beneath her tight, satin skirt with each languid, purposeful step. He looked intoxicated by her and I could see he was nervously trying to work out it was really happening. My cock was dripping again and it was all I could do to stop myself touching it as I watched her look looked him directly in the eye before pressing her body next to his and whispering something in his ear as she squeezed past him. He watched her move away and then look back as if to tell him he hadn’t imagined it, before following her gown the passage way.
Mt throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I watched in jealous ecstasy as she led him halfway down the hallway before stopping and leaning against the wall. They were to far away for me to hear what they were saying, but I could see them clearly as he stood there in front of her. It was then that I realized that his friends were all looking at them and then looking over at me and smiling. I should have felt embarrassed, but I just didn’t care. All my attention was on my wife and the guy as he leaned in and started to kiss her hard.
I felt myself leaking more and more and burst in my pants when she over at be as looked he began to kiss her neck and run his fingers over her satin-covered breasts and hips. Within seconds her hands were exploring his body and he ground hard cock against her.
To be continued
With Natasha’s concerns that I might get jealous if I saw her with other men resoundingly put to bed, we had sex more than ever, always accompanied by lots of naughty descriptions of her indiscretions during our relationship and confessed to how much of a turn on it was for her to cheat on me. There was more and more talk of how she would set about seducing another guy in front of me while dressed as a satin secretary, and her desire to satisfy my fantasy was increasing by the day. Her only conditions were that it couldn’t happen anywhere where people knew us in everyday life, and it couldn’t be a guy we already knew. With that in mind a booked us a weekend in Prague.
It was past six in the evening when we arrived at the hotel, and I jumped into the shower while Natasha unpacked her bags. When I had got ready and dressed, she invited me to choose her outfit for the evening, before jumping into the shower.
My cock was pulsating and I was trembling with excitement as I picked out and ran my fingers over the silky satin of the red blouse that I had bought for her a few days earlier and was dying to see her in. To accompany this, I chose her tight black satin skirt, black satin lingerie, stockings and suspender belt, pearl necklace and high heels. Seeing me standing there like some sort of horny my cock bulging in my pants, and knowing I would not be able to keep my hands off her while she tried to get dressed, she told me to go and wait in the hotel bar while she finished getting ready.
I did as I was told and, sitting there at the bar I was hard already hard as a rock at the thought of her, when entered to room. Her entrance seemed to be in slow motion. The material of her silky blouse seemed to ripple like liquid over her body with movement as walked towards me.
After dinner in a local restaurant, we walked past a small bar and decided to go for a drink. As soon as we entered and made our way to a table, I noticed a few guys checking Natasha out and felt my cock stiffening. The wine from dinner had already relaxed Natasha and after she’d finished the whisky she’s ordered, she leaned over to me and whispered that the six guys stood by the bar just behind me and to my right my had been checking her out since we had got in. Seeing how much she was appreciating the attention sent my already hard cock throbbing.
“What do they look like?”
“Some of them are fit.” She said in a mischievous tone that told me she enjoying this new found ability to be totally honest with me.
“A couple of them are really fit.” As she whispered the words, I could see her eyes were fixed on them and the expression on her face told me that she wanted them to do more than just look at her.
I was desperate to turn around and bet a better look at them but couldn’t risk taking the chance of ruining things by seeming like I might be a jealous husband. This agony went on until, unable to hold my pee in any longer, I had to go to the toilet.
I got up and asked the barmaid where the toilet was, but she hadn’t heard and walked straight past me. Just then, I heard an English voice say: “The toilet is this way, mate.” And knew before I even looking that it must have come from one of Natasha’s new boyfriends. I turned around was excited to see a friendly guy pointing down a long passage way. “The toilets are over there.” He was really good-looking and I knew instantly that he must was one of the guys Natasha fancied.
I negotiated my way past him and down the passage way to the toilet, only to find there was a queue for wait to pee and it was ten agonising minutes before I got back to the table to find Natasha sat in my seat with her back to him. My disappointment in seeing her facing away from him must have been obvious because, with a look in her eyes that showed me she was a turned on as I was, she leaned in and “I have sat you there so you don’t miss the show.”
My heart soared and I was trying to find the words to respond when, she stood up and slowly walked towards him. I could tell she was looking him straight in the eye as she approached him, her hips swaying beneath her tight, satin skirt with each languid, purposeful step. He looked intoxicated by her and I could see he was nervously trying to work out it was really happening. My cock was dripping again and it was all I could do to stop myself touching it as I watched her look looked him directly in the eye before pressing her body next to his and whispering something in his ear as she squeezed past him. He watched her move away and then look back as if to tell him he hadn’t imagined it, before following her gown the passage way.
Mt throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I watched in jealous ecstasy as she led him halfway down the hallway before stopping and leaning against the wall. They were to far away for me to hear what they were saying, but I could see them clearly as he stood there in front of her. It was then that I realized that his friends were all looking at them and then looking over at me and smiling. I should have felt embarrassed, but I just didn’t care. All my attention was on my wife and the guy as he leaned in and started to kiss her hard.
I felt myself leaking more and more and burst in my pants when she over at be as looked he began to kiss her neck and run his fingers over her satin-covered breasts and hips. Within seconds her hands were exploring his body and he ground hard cock against her.
To be continued
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