“Stop me at any time if this isn’t working for either one of you.” Mark somehow seemed extra genuine with the comment.
I looked on in aroused horror as he deftly placed it right onto what at first appeared to be his upper thigh. However I quickly noticed the bulge running down his pant leg. My wife’s hand was on his cock!
Vanessa reached up to cover her mouth with her free hand, seemingly in shock. After years of fantasizing about such a perverted scene, to finally see it – it wreaked havoc on my mind. But I was immediately aroused.
I quickly shot down a huge gulp of wine whilst glancing around the bar. I was relieved to see no one else on our side of the counter, Mark probably having already noticed that.
He calmly removed his hand from hers, speaking softly. “Just leave it there Vanessa, explore it while you enjoy your drink.”
“My god.” My wife let the words out in a whisper. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Bah, it’s just a little fun on your vacation. Right Mike?” He looked in my direction to gauge my reaction.
“No harm at all.” I managed, somehow. I continued to look as my wife’s small hand slowly moved up and down the length of his concealed cock, gently grasping at his thickness through his thin pants.
“Have you ever felt one that big?” Mark offered, calmly.
Vanessa’s blush deepened, but she managed a reply, “God no.”
We all sat in a totally delirious trance of lust and heightened arousal as my wife explored his manhood.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and high blood pressure Mark offered, “Seems like you’re both enjoying this.”
Vanessa looked at me with worried, lustful eyes.
“Mark, why don’t you give us one minute to talk.” I spoke.
“Certainly.” He stood, seemingly unconcerned with the massive tent in his pants as he headed to the restroom.
“Do you want to go up to his room?” I asked, anxious, panicked, hopeful.
“Oh god Mike what are we doing?” was her reply.
I leaned in and kissed her. “We have been married for years Vanessa. We love each other and we are just spicing things up on a vacation – it’s completely normal, and incredibly exciting.”
“Aren’t you worried, embarrassed?” She asked, concerned.
“No, I’m excited. I can’t explain it but I’m completely fucking excited.”
I decided to see just how excited she was, and I reached into the bottom of her dress, rummaging for her panties. She gasped, eyes bolting wide. They were absolutely soaked.
“I think we should go up to his room.” I said, smiling.
“…Okay.” she whispered.
We both stood in a sexual trance. I looked around in a fog of impending sexual doom. Mark saw us both and returned.
I spoke, “I think we’ll take you up on that offer Mark. A night cap up in your room.”
He smiled, excited. “Great.”
The elevator ride up to his room was probably the most sexually charged in human history. Mark stood behind Vanessa, snug to her rear. At one point he reached around and gently grasped her tummy, pulling her ass into his crotch. Her eyes once again darted wide, blushing. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She spoke to the cab, to no one, to herself.