The Discrete Slut

I like men! I always have! I make no apology. I love the thrill of the chase. Being the object of desire. The anticipation. The final abandoning of myself to the intense, nearly overwhelming pleasure.  I may be a married woman,  but the feelings are still there. If that means I’m not a lady, then maybe I’m not. Fortunately, my husband loves me just the way I am.

I can always tell I like a man because my ears get warm. That’s what happened when I met my husband on the beach that fateful day. His shy smile, tight okole, and big blue eyes captivated me.  Our courtship was torrid. Our honeymoon never seemed to end. It was his crazy idea for me to take a lover. It was a fantasy of his and would bring more excitement into our marriage, he explained. Initially I was shocked, of course. But when he explained how the thought of my making love with another man was intensely exciting for him, I was intrigued.

I took Mikee as a lover. It was so forbidden. So deliciously naughty. It lasted a number of years. But like all affairs, it was destined to end.  As for my sex life? My husband’s a wonderful lover who more than takes care of me. Reliving our naughty escapades when we make love is a favorite pass time.

“Why don’t we try it again?” he suggested one day.

I had mixed feelings. However, the old excitement was indeed alluring. Naughty thoughts of a new lover ran through my feverish mind. What would he be like? Where would I find him? The excitement building inside me made the decision an easy one.

I know the effect I have on men, so attracting a suitable lover shouldn’t pose a problem. I’m a 34D with a behind to match. I may be a little rusty at the subtle flirting, but was sure it’s like riding a bicycle.

Someone attending a convention from the mainland perhaps? A professional. A doctor maybe. A lonely married man looking for a night of passion and excitement in paradise.

My husband was already waiting in the lounge when I arrived. Finding an out of the way table nearby I ordered one of those, ‘watered down with pineapple juice’, tourist drinks in a fancy glass. It even had a paper umbrella. It wasn’t long before the first one appeared. ‘I guess I’ve still got it’ I thought to myself. He tried some lame line and I brushed him off saying I was waiting for someone. Spotting a nice looking guy sitting alone at the end of the bar, I caught his bashful glance. My eyes lingered just long enough for him “to chance em”.

I knew this was a new experience for him the moment he opened his mouth. No smooth talker this one. He complimented me on how beautiful I looked and asked if I was waiting for someone.

“Maybe,” I teased, shyly lowering my eyes.

“Would it be alright if I keep you company?” he asked, almost embarrassed.

He’s sooo Hauli, I thought with a giggle. But kinda cute.

“I’m attending the dentist convention here in the hotel,” he offered.

I made it easy for him by asking questions. The words tumbled out. In no time I knew all about him. Where he was from. The fact that he has a wife and two kids back home. Even a St. Bernard named Oscar. The band began to play making conversation difficult. Scooting my chair closer, I leaned in to ask a question. In reality, I wanted to let his nose fill with my perfume and perhaps his eyes get a peek down my cleavage. I was wearing a tasteful, yet tasty cocktail dress, that caressed my body in all the right places.

He actually flinched when I placed a hand lightly on his thigh. “Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” I inquired softly into his ear.

We moved onto the dance floor under the flashing lights. The music was fast. My partner’s unblinking eyes were glued to my body as it moved to the music. He was nearly hypnotized when I flashed a fast Tahitian. When a slow song began I pressed just close enough, my breasts brushed lightly against his chest. Encouraged he pulled me a little closer.

“You smell incredible,” he whispered into my ear.

His hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine and my ears began to glow warmly. One hand wandered down and rested on my behind. Encountering no objection I was pulled tighter against his body. An interesting bulge pressed into my belly.

“Are you staying in this hotel?” I breathed warmly into his ear, giving the lobe a playful nip. I felt the bulge become more impressive.

Looking over one shoulder, I shot my husband a naughty grin as we strolled toward the door hand in hand.

“I need to call my husband,” I told him, as soon as we arrived in his suite.

“You’re married?” he asked in surprise.

“Of course silly, he’s waiting for me back in the club.” His eyes grew wider. “It’s OK sweetie, my husband likes it,” I assured him.

My hubby excitedly answered the call and after a brief exchange asked what I was wearing. Men! “Use your imagination,” I taunted, laying the phone on a bed side table. “I’m all yours, sweetie,” I offered, extending my arms invitingly.

When he pulled me tight to his chest, pressing his hardness into me, my body began to respond with a mind of its own. The male animal smell mixed with his cologne intoxicated my senses. The need to feel him against my skin was intense. Unbuttoning his shirt I was happy to find a nearly hairless chest.  I nipped his tiny nipples with my teeth. Then pushed him backwards onto the bed. After unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper, I pulled his pants off, shorts and all. When his cock sprang into view I knew I’d made the right choice. A beautiful ‘Goldilocks Cock’ greeted my hot eyes. Not toooo big. Not toooo small. Jusssst right.

Propped on his elbows, he watched with growing excitement as I teased his manhood, licking up and down his shaft. Cupping his balls in one hand, I bathed his hard shaft with my tongue, swirling it around the head, licking down his rod before swiping it over his balls.

Before I sucked his balls into my mouth, “Is this the way your wife does it?” I asked, all the while staring deep into his unblinking eyes.

“Never,” he croaked.

Wetting my lips with his salty fluid, I reached into my purse for the phone.”Take my picture,” I instructed, while cradling his wet shaft against my cheek. After retrieving the phone and pressing ‘send’, the picture was on it’s way to my horny hubby.

He watched spellbound as I stood, unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head. My heavy breasts bounced into view. His eyes grew even wider upon seeing my golden rings.

“You’re gorgeous,” he stammered. “I’ve never seen pierced nipples before,” he added,  eyes glued to my chest.

“You have now, sweetie, and they’re all yours tonight,” I giggled.

Turning and bending, our eyes still locked, I slowly slid my damp panties down. I heard his breath catch in his throat. Stepping out of them I pressed them to his nose and he inhaled deeply.

“You can keep them as a souvenir if you like,” I offered, draping them over his face with a mischievous grin.

“It’s my turn, baby,” I said, leaning face down across the bed, ass perched high in the air. Quick as a wink he was behind me attempting to insert himself doggy. “LICK MY HOT PUSSY FIRST!” I commanded and he dropped to his knees. Reaching back and holding myself open to his hot eyes, “LICK ME, BABY,” I moaned. “LET ME FEEL YOUR TONGUE.”

In a flash his face was buried between my cheeks. Running his tongue full length in my wetness. I shuddered.

“You taste wonderful,” he moaned, pressing his face into me.

I was in heaven as he ran his wet tongue up and down over my sex, rubbing my juices all over his face. I began convulsing.

“YES BABY, EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT MY HOT PUSSY!” I cried, as an incredible orgasm overtook me.  I was breathless.

Trembling in anticipation I was sooo ready for his cock. “OH FUCK ME!” I ordered in a low guttural tone.

When his head parted my lips and began to enter, I pushed back against him. Wasting no time he began pounding me deep as I careened from one orgasm into another.

“Can I cum in you?” he asked, panting with need.

“Not yet sweetie, we have plenty of time.”

Pushing him back on the bed I climbed astride his hips, lowering myself onto his hard shaft. Sitting motionless I relished the feeling of being completely filled. Our passion now under control I leaned forward bringing my sensitive nipples to his waiting mouth. He began to lick and suck them in abandon. When his lips began tugging my rings, chicken skin covered my whole body. His hard cock was once again twitching inside me, begging for release.

“Time for another selfie,” I suddenly remembered, reaching for my phone.

After snapping a couple of pictures, I began to raise and lower myself on his shaft. His hot eyes devoured me. I rode his cock up and down, cumming over and over before my knees began to cramp. I dismounted and lay quietly beside him to relax and cool my overheated body. His hands continued to explore me. I wrapped a hand around his cock which was waving in the air and began to stroke it up and down slowly. Pearly precum began oozing over my fingers. When I  brought them to my mouth and teasingly licked, his eyes opened wide.  By now I was ready for more. Pulling him over my body I raised my legs high, spreading them wide. A little yelp escaped my lips as he plunged into me and began stroking in earnest. My eyes rolled back into my head as intense pleasure once again overtook me. Grabbing his muscular ass with my hands, I pulled him in tight. Wrapping my legs around his waist so he couldn’t move, I squeezed his hard shaft with my inner muscles. Another powerful climax consumed me. His wonderful organ began to swell and I knew he was ready.

“CUM ALL OVER ME! CUM ALL OVER ME!” I cried loudly.

He barely managed to withdraw before stream after stream of thick cum splattered across my soft belly and over my breasts.  Lying spent beside me, he watched as I drew circles in his cum with one finger before touching it to my lips. With a naughty smile, my tongue snaked out to taste him.

“Would you take another picture?” I asked playfully.

“Only if I can have a copy,” he grinned.