I was disappointed that Derreck was not going to be in town for the weekend. Our three intimacy sharing occasions had totally infatuated me with him. I spent more time preoccupied with him than maybe I should have, but I was craving him. It had been difficult accepting and getting my mind around what I had become, a hotwife. Such a simple term for a very complicated style of living, one that could easily turn into an addiction. It would be come my heroin if I was not careful.

I had finally accepted that this was not only fine with George, but it was what he wanted for both of us. I was still not sure he completely comprehended what he had turned lose in me. But that was water over the dam.

The next few days and the weekend were just normal days in our lives. George and I went to the movies, had a picnic, went to the zoo, made love. That last part is key to my new lifestyle. I did make love to George; I had sport sex with Derreck. The thing was, the sport sex was much more satisfying. While I looked forward to sex with George, now it was almost a task to be completed. Sure I still had orgasms, sure I still enjoyed sucking him to his orgasm and swallowing his invisible little wiggly fellows, but most of the time I was wishing I was doing it with Derreck.

After mentally dealing with the fact that I was not going to see Derreck for at least ten days, and the fact that I still had to talk with, or just tell, George that I was going to spend a night alone with Derreck; I decided that I wanted to give a hotel pickup another chance. Derreck was not the only fish in the sea.

I spent some time over the weekend calling all the big hotels, asking about conferences they might be hosting in the coming week. There was a big national medical association conference at the Hilton; all the rooms were sold out. It sounded perfect. I told George that I was going there Tuesday night and that he was welcome to come along and watch, if I met anyone who interested me—he readily agreed.

I planned to be at the bar before 5 pm, the time the conference ended for the day and happy hour started. I wore what I consider a cocktail dress; it is tone-on-tone black, backless, mid-thigh length, halter top with a minimal built-in bra—it shows off my D size boobs wonderfully. Red stilettos, red clutch purse and a red thong—red lipstick to match. Of course my anklet was on full display. We sat on our bar stools at 4:48 pm, ordering two chardonnays.

The lounge filled quickly. Seventy-five percent of the patrons were men. I received many looks, a few polite complements; no one stopped to talk. I did notice one particularly handsome gentleman glance down at my ankle as he passed by, but he displayed no seeming understanding of its significance. George and I continued to enjoy our wine as the vast majority of customers were busy talking about the conference.

A few minutes later a waiter brought me a new glass of wine and a folded note. I looked at him inquiringly and he pointed to a man sitting alone at a small round against a nearby wall. I glanced over, he raised his hand in acknowledgment, I nodded my head.

The note was on very light grey, fine rag paper; the initials, in calligraphy, MM, were embossed on an outer side. Upon opening it, the bold blue script of a fountain pen’s writing jumped out at me.

“I could not help but notice your anklet. I understand its meaning, which, I take, is the reason you are here. Other than being white, you will find that I easily fulfill the requirements your jewelry invites. Please join me at my table. Your husband is also welcome, if you so desire.”

I handed the note to George as I picked up my wine, “Stay here. I am going over to meet the gentleman who wrote it. If I need you, I will signal for you.”

With that I rose and walked over to the small round table. He arose, “Good evening, Mathias Morgan, pleased to meet you—and you are?”

“Megan, Megan Gardner. Pleased to meet you also,” I said with a smile.

We both sat. I crossed my legs, turning sideways a bit to show some thigh; my anklet sparkeled in the light. The table was so tiny, he had a very good view. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam, and while he was not staring, his gaze held me captivated. He explained that he was a plastic surgeon, here for the conference, and that he was married with two teenagers. Further, he mentioned that, as indicated in his note, he would more than meet my expectations if I was so inclined to avail myself of his company. His slight southern accent added to his allure.

We chatted a bit more about our lives. He was an incredibly delightful and charming man. I think I knew what was going to happen the moment he spoke and I looked into his eyes.

Then he asked, “Are you wearing panties tonight?”

Caught off guard because of his easy going, enchanting manner, I paused, “Ah... Yes, a thong.”

“Excellent! Go to the ladies room, remove them and bring them to me. Hand them to me across the table upon your return.”

Still a bit taken aback by this bold request, I never-the-less arose and did exactly as he asked. I felt no humiliation or embarrassment as I reached across the table, placing them in his outstretched hand, as I sat down again.

Smelling them and tucking them in his suit coat pocket, he said, “Thank you my dear. They are exquisite, you have very good taste. Their aroma is intoxicating. Let’s go up to my suite and enjoy the night. I am on the top floor, with a wonderful view from the balcony. We can get your husband on the way, if you like.”

I was more than ready. My thong, when I handed it to him, was quite damp just from my brief conversation with him. I just trusted that he possessed what he clearly indicated he had, knowing that I could always just walk away. He rose, offering me his hand. I took it and we went to get George. After brief introductions, George followed, as Mathias and I, hand-in-hand, went first to the elevator, then into what was a large, beautiful suite.

He offered us both a drink. I took a French Chablis, George, a Scotch single malt. Mathias had a bourbon on the rocks. He lead us out onto the balcony; the cool, crisp evening air felt wonderful. The sky was completely clear, the city lights and the stars shimmering.

Setting down his drink, Mathias stepped close behind me. Reaching around, he quickly found my hard nipples, covered only by the thin material of the dress.

“Oh my sweet Megan, they are luscious,” he said, as he squeezed and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. “They must be set free.”

Instantly, his hands undid the halter top; it fell forward, my boobs were exposed to the world. His hands were quickly back cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I slumped back into him and swiftly handed my glass to George.

“Oh God yes! That feels so good. Squeeze my boobs, rub and fondle my tits!”

He was very practiced in his caressing and exploring of me. He seemed to know exactly when to do what. I was putty in his hands—totally responsive, willing and accepting of his polished advances.

Soon his hands left me again, only to find my dresses’ zipper. Down it came, my dress following, gently floating to the floor—I was naked to the world. He spun me around, reaching between my legs. Two fingers went in my now soaking pussy.

I was holding on to him for support or I would have collapsed. “Mathias, damn you are good! Is this part of your medical skills?” I joked, as he continued exploring, probing my vag.

“I believe I know how to satisfy a lady and that is what is going to happen tonight!”

As I glanced at George, he was still standing there, holding his glass and mine, seemingly transfixed. “George, go sit down somewhere.”

“Yes George, please go enjoy the scotch, it is twenty-five years old; one of the best available. And you, my sweet Megan, get on your knees and suck my cock for the world to see.”

Although I wanted more ‘gina attention, I did not hesitate. I wanted to see and feel his cock. It was all he had promised. He was about as thick as Derreck and maybe just a bit shorter. Plenty to satisfy this hotwife!

I engulfed him to my capacity and began stroking, sucking and licking him—with no regard to who might have their telescope or binoculars on us.

“Oh yes Megan, suck my dick! Suck it deep. Can you do deepthroat? If so, do it!”

I tried and almost took it all, but his thickness, just like with Derreck, stymied me from taking it entirely. I felt my juice begin to slightly run out. I was so ready for his cock to fuck me, but I did not want to let him out of my mouth either.

He solved the problem. Reaching down, he held my head with both hands and slowly pulled me up, as I reluctantly let his cock slide away. We engaged in our first kiss; it was deep and prolonged. When we finally parted, he turned me to the railing, telling me to hold on tight.

He was rapidly behind me. Whack! to one cheek. “Ow...” Whack! to the other cheek. “Ohhh... Mmm.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me! Ram it in me and fuck me! Beat my ass!”

He did all that and more. A few sweeps between my labia and he was sodden with my nectar. His initial thrust, to his full length, took my breath away, suddenly I was filled and stretched like only Derreck had been able to do—there is nothing to compare to that feeling!

“God yes! Fuck that pussy! Smack my ass, I love it!

Reaching for my hair, he pulled my head back. My butt, of course, followed. His balls were hitting my clit on every thrust. Electrifying shocks were running outward from my sweet slit; my first orgasm was building.

“Ohh shit, I am going to cum! Pound me! Yes, now! Oh God, God.”

I was reduced to alternating moans and cries of extreme ecstasy. My hands were in a death grip on the railing. One of his hands was holding my hair, the other my hip. I was ready to collapse, but he would not let me.

He let go of my hair. My head fell so I was looking at the concrete balcony, eyes going in and out of focus. Reaching under me, he covered his thumb with my natural lube. The next thing I felt was it pushing into my ass.

“Ahh, oh I love it! Push it in there deep.”

His thumb caused even more orgasms to rip through me. Now I seriously thought I was going to crumple. Then his digit came out. Again he knew when enough was enough. His cock then pulled out with no warning, which was shocking.

“No, no, don’t stop,” I yelled, as I was about to go to the floor. Even though his stopping seemed wicked, I was regretfully thankful—I was in serious jeopardy of my legs totally collapsing. I wondered how many people had heard my screams of ecstasy...

He held me up as I regained my strength. We both saw George jacking himself as he helped me into the suite... Mathias saw the look on my face.

“He is just doing what comes natural to him. I pay it no mind,” he assured me, as we walked past him to the bedroom. He briefly settled me in a chair, while he quickly threw back the bedcovers.

“George,” I somewhat shouted at him, “If you are going to whack off, I want you to catch it all in one of those ‘rocks’ glasses.”

“Really...? Why?”

“Just do it. You will find out later.”

Shortly after that exchange, Mathias was naked, guiding me to the bed. Lying down, he took a position close beside me. Passionate kisses ensued, as one of his hands explored my dripping kitty. Both my hands found his phallus, slippery from me. I rubbed and stroked him as he found my G spot; he worked it and my clit, each in turn.

Holding his member made me realize I was totally seduced by him, ready to do anything he required.

I was soon moaning from his expert manipulation of my pudenda. He was playing me like the superb lover he obviously was. Moving down a bit, he took one of my nips in his mouth and sucked, hard, as his tongue flicked around it. That was the final straw. The building orgasm erupted and ran through me, I was shouting as my legs began shaking uncontrollably.

“Damn Mathias, you know every button to push. How can I, seemingly so easily, be so completely captivated and enthralled?”

He ignored the question as he pulled me on top of him. I needed no instructions; I held his cock and slid down on it, once again being distended and completely penetrated. My hips required no guidance, they immediately started moving back and forth—my clit rubbing on him, every movement propelling his cock back and forth in me. Eyes closed, I was on autopilot. I knew what was coming; I wanted it and dreaded it at the same time.

I reached my arms out; he effortlessly captured my hands, our fingers entwined, firmly holding me upright. The familiar feeling was starting; I knew I would soon lose control. Slowly at first and then rushing out from my clit, the climax dashed through me. My whole body was lurching frantically. In seconds another started and bolted through me. I was now in the grip of an altered reality I could not control. It would only stop when he halted my movement.

Gasping and screaming, his strong arms held me enslaved to myself. As much as I tried to stop my hips, my body would not comply. My passion and insatiable hunger was too strong; my body craved it, demanded it.

Doubtlessly dripping from every pore, I was at the end of my sexual rope. He, of course, sensed this. His hands released mine and instantly dropped to my hips, rigidly stopping me. I dropped, still speared, to his chest—my heart pounding, gulping air into my sapped body.

“Oh my God, my God,” I managed to wheeze out. “You let it go on so long, I thought I would pass out.”

“But you loved it didn’t you?”

“Fuckin-a yes! But damn, have pity on a poor girl,” I poutingly said.

“I think you will live to tell the tale,” he said, laughing. “How about you George? Was that good or what?”

“It was like she was possessed! God, it was so exciting. I made a deposit in the glass for her.”

“Well, glad you enjoyed the show. It is not over yet. I think she still has more to give. What do you think Meghan?”

“I need a little more recovery time but I am game if you are. You have not even cum once yet tonight.”

“The night is young yet my dear, still very young. What would you say to some appetizers and wine to help you prepare for the second act?”

“Oh, that would be perfect! How soon can we have them?”

“George, pick up the phone and call room service. Tell them that Dr. Morgan is ready for his order, tout suite.”

With that he held me and rolled on top, still deeply in me. “Just relax my Sweet. A few gentle, slow strokes on my part to feel your absolutely remarkable pussy. So tight and so silky. I am so delighted you acted on my note.”

He kept his promise, slow and gentle. Just enough to create a warm, affectionate feeling between us. He kept it up as we locked in a passionate kiss. Mathias was a loving, romantic gentleman who knew how to elicit maximum passion from a woman. I learned that there could be more than Derreck in my life, although I was still looking forward to spending the night with him.

A knock at the door brought George to his feet. He let in the servant who put the food on the small dining table and left without a word. Mathias stopped his movement and slowly withdrew; it was a wonderful moment.

I had recovered and was in a wonderfully joyful state. We both came to the table, unabashedly nude. George had pulled up his pants and began to sit with us.

“Get that glass you came in and bring the scotch,” I told him.

He retrieved it and the whiskey, handing both to me as he sat down. I poured barely one shot in the glass, swirling it until the contents had blended.

“Sip this as we eat.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. You know you occasionally devour a mixture of your cum and my nectar out of me, after our love making. I have decided that you are going to consume all cum that is deposited in me, after it subsequently runs out. A taste treat for you.”

“I am not sure...”

“I am sure! That’s the end of it. Now lets enjoy this wonderful spread so Mathias and I can get back to it.”

There was nothing left to be said. I picked up a large shrimp, dipped it in cocktail sauce, and enjoyed it with my wine. Mathias went for the bleu cheese while George went for the meatballs. He slowly sipped his drink as he ate a few meatballs.

I managed to get Mathias to talk about his work, to discuss interesting cases he had done. While he did not reveal personal information, it was obvious that he had more than a few wealthy and well know patients. We both enjoyed the little life vignettes he described.

I refilled my glass, grabbed another shrimp and, after standing up, strolled out on the balcony; Mathias followed. George, of course, stayed behind.

Any inhibition I had was long gone. Standing naked in the night, cool air raising my nipples, was a fabulous feeling. Mathias was behind me, as close as he could get, his semi-hard staff nudging my butt.

His glass clinked on the table, his hands then curved around my boobs, lifting them and fondling my nips. The exquisite sensations captivating my body; I could feel my heat rising. Moaning, I reached back, with one hand, to stroke him—I was unconditionally ready for whatever he had in mind. One of his hands dropped down, easily finding my sodden crevice.

“You are ready aren’t you my sweet?”

“Oh God yes,” I softly said.

“Then let’s go back to bed.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” I whispered.

On the way back in he said, “I am guessing that you have an appetite for anal pleasure.”

“You would be correct. I actually love it but do not have abundant experience with a cock of your size.”

“That will be no problem. It will not happen until you are ablaze with a seeming insatiable craving for more.”

“More what?”

“More of whatever is your ultimate sexual satisfaction.”

He would explain no further. By then we were back on the bed. We started where we had left off. I was on my back as he tenderly entered me, slowly expanding my tunnel, as he pushed deeper and deeper. God, what I had missed all these years, I thought as I looked over at George. He was seemingly happy, watching and sipping scotch. He had finished his “special” cocktail before I went to the balcony.

My mind quickly snapped back when Mathias’ hands went under my shoulders, pulling me tightly to him. I threw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We were locked together as close as we could possibly get. Based on past performance, I knew I was in for another energetic, exhausting and spectacular coupling.

His thrusts began; my kitty welcomed everyone. Intense passion and burning desire were becoming my world. The hunger for orgasm was getting more and more extreme. By now his slow and tender thrusts had become hammering blows.

“I need this so bad. Slam me with your huge cock. Oh yes. Like that, just like that!”

My pussy was contracting, trying to hold him. I knew the signs well. My muscles were tensing, holding him even tighter. Soon now, very soon, it would hit me.

“Oh fuck yes! God you are incredible. I am...” The rest was lost in an unearthly scream.

My mind was once again retreating into its carnal, feral state of sexual lust. I was captive to his sexual whims. Even though my legs had fallen to the bed, and were in an almost constant state of trembling, he rose up, gathering them under his arms. He came back down on me, pressing them to my shoulders. I was totally exposed and vulnerable to him.

The time between my orgasms had shortened from previously. They seemed almost nonstop; the exhilaration was incredible. I was constantly gasping for breath; my screams rising and falling in concert with my climaxes. I felt my elixir dripping down my thighs; it seemed to pulse out with each spasm.

From the very beginning he had been fully using me; he practically pulled out on every stroke. Ever since he had pinned my legs, he had been coming out to the point that his cock head was just between my vulva—then plunging entirely back in.

Even in my somewhat delirious state, I felt the pressure on my legs increase. He seemed to be lifting off me. The angle of penetration had changed. I faintly knew something was happening. Then, on an out stroke, he came completely out—a small subtle movement I barely realized.

“Ohh my fucking God!” I managed to exclaim.

He had driven through my rosebud, fully into my ass. I began bucking, as best as I could, against him. He kept up his movement. What was left of my sense of reality was gone; what I thought was pain was really euphoria. Even though I was a wailing, blubbering wreck, I was overcome with incredibly strong, intensely satisfying, orgasms. I realized later, this was the “more” he had told me I would find.

It was not long after his initial anal penetration that I could feel his whole body stiffening. He began to groan; his cock became even harder; he held me tighter, if that was possible.

“I’m going to cum, Baby! I’m going to fill your ass. Oh damn I love your hot ass! Here it comes!”

I could feel his organ pulsing, the hot seed streaming into me. His thrusting slowed, then stopped; he was still fully buried in me. He released some of the pressure on my legs; their quivering was stopping. My breathing and heart began to return to normal. Amazingly, now he was the one gasping for breath.

“Good God Mathias, are you mortal? You have wrung me like an old dishrag. No! Don’t pull out yet. Just another few seconds, then nice and slow.”

He obliged. When the last of his erection was coming out, it was only a small “pop”—he had contracted enough to reduce his size by probably half. His turn to flop on the bed. We laid, side by side, until we both had recovered. To me, this had been a sex marathon of epic proportions; an extremely thrilling, fulfilling, marathon.

I looked at George but had no words, I was totally spent. He just smiled, nodded his head, and held up a glass in which he poured a shot of scotch and swirled it—he had adapted quickly to consuming his cum. How would he feel about that of my lovers?

I went to take a quick shower as Mathias propped himself up in bed and began a conversation with George. How did George so easily accept and approve of other men fucking his wife? He must have known I was getting much more pleasure from them, yet he could carry on a conversation like we had just watched a movie with an old friend. Not my concern I told myself—there were more Derrecks and Mathias’ out there waiting for me.

After I my shower, I retrieved my clothes and dressed, ready to leave. Mathias mentioned that he came to town several times a year and suggested we exchange numbers, so we could stay in touch for future times; I readily agreed.

One more long, steamy kiss and we parted—the door closing slowly and quietly behind George and I.
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