Married or not My life must always be exciting with a hint of vulgarity
God I was so nervous. I was literally shaking as Dave drove us to the place. It was only one of a large hotel chain but on Wednesdays it was known as hotwife night at the MILF hotel.
Dave and I — I’m Kerry, by the way — we’ve been married for five years. Yeah, we started young, and our kids are already four and one. We’ve already been through the burst of sex pre marriage and kids and are well into a healthy — if not massively exciting, for either of us — sex life.
We spent months after the birth of our second child, discussing how we could add some spice, and we tried swinging, but it was a bit hit and miss, more miss than hit I’m afraid. When we saw the advert for the MILF hotel we were intrigued. A few phone calls later and we decided to give it a go, so here we were!
I’ve always had a higher sex drive than Dave; he used to be able to fuck me several times a night but as he said, he knows what he’s getting and it doesn’t get him that excited second or third time around in a night. So the idea of me getting what I needed, as a hotwife, and Dave getting the horn from watching and maybe then fucking a horny MILF, seemed like a win-win situation.
I loved the way they’d lit the hotel. A soft purple glow bathed the front of what otherwise would have been a boring facade. We parked up and checking our outfits we headed in.
I was wearing my favourite push-up bra, it unclipped from the front, and a white silk blouse that was undone enough to advertise my impressive décolletage to its maximum. My skirt was short and snug, not too short, but short enough to show off my long legs and snug enough to show that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Dave was wearing a smart, charcoal grey suit with a white shirt but no tie. We looked sharp, we looked sexy!
We paid our entry fee, and that was how it worked. They ran it like a private club, but one where you could get a room if you wanted a bit of privacy. It was jumping. The word had obviously got around. We hit the bar and got ourselves some wine. Dave found a table, and we gathered…
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