Sharing Megan

The bill was paid and we quickly made our way to a cab and back towards the hotel. She snuggled closely with me in the back seat, holding my hand tightly and resting her head on my shoulder. She turned her head and whispered in my ear, "this is actually making me kind of horny."

I turned my head and stared into her eyes, placing my lips firmly against hers. "Me too. Just remember, you are in control and we can go up to the room whenever you want." She nodded in agreement as we pulled into the hotel.

Just as we had planned, I found a table close to the bar. It was close enough to be within earshot of a normal conversation at the bar, but no so close that I would look like some kind of gawker. I had planned to feign interest in emails and texts on my phone while Megan sat at the bar. No sooner had a sat down than she strolled in. She looked beautiful. Her eyes twinkled and she walked seductively to an empty bar stool. My heart sank a bit as I noticed that she had removed her wedding rings, but we had discussed it earlier and agreed it would be better to bait a gentleman.

I immediately noticed several heads turn her way from across the bar. A group of five or six thirty-something guys had been deep in a conversation that, I assumed, was football related as they continued to watch the game on television. One of them, a handsome blonde guy with an angular jaw and deep-set eyes, was definitely checking her out. Megan ordered a glass of wine and took a huge gulp of it as soon as it arrived. She then stared off at one of the televisions surrounding the bar. I kept an eye on the guy across the bar, and saw him glance her way a few more times as he stayed involved in the conversation with his buddies.

After fifteen minutes, I could tell Meg was getting nervous and fidgety at the bar. I was afraid she was going to get up and leave. But no sooner had the thought passed than I realized I had lost sight of the blonde guy. He was no longer with his group. I casually scanned the bar and noticed him making his way around the backside of the bar towards Meg. Game on!

There was a couple sitting to Megan's left, but there was enough room to her right for this guy to sidle up to the bar. Just as I expected, he ordered a drink and did not immediately make eye contact with her. I could tell from her posture that she had gotten a little tense, so she must have noticed him. Once his drink arrived, he shifted his weight so that he could glance at her in his peripheral vision. He took a drink and turned his head slightly towards her. He said something and I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to hear anything. Megan's head slowly shook in the negative and he went back to his drink. He shifted his body weight again, opening his posture to her a bit more as he said something else. I saw a smile cross Megan's face and color rushed into her cheeks. From my own experience, I was guessing that he had paid her a flattering comment. Her body relaxed and she turned to talk to him. Over the next several minutes their conversation became more engaging and both of them were making eye contact regularly. After a while he moved closer to Megan, placing his arm on the back of her seat. I was slightly surprised that she was not getting uncomfortable at this point, but she was becoming more openly flirtatious with him. Her hand, on a couple of occasions, touched his hand on the bar and I could tell she was really enjoying the conversation.

Their conversation continued over the course of twenty to thirty minutes and the nuances of flirtation also continued. The seat next to Megan opened up and he sat down. Almost immediately, his hand disappeared from my view and I had a hunch that it was on her knee or leg. Meg stiffened up and glanced my way nervously. Without being obvious, I took a drink and winked and nodded at her, encouraging her to continue. My mind envisioned his hand resting on her tan knee somewhere just below the hem of her dress, caressing it lightly. I started to get excited and hoped that she would hang with it. I could see that she was still nervous. He turned his head away from her for a moment to look towards his friends and she caught my eyes and tilted her head towards the exit. I sat my drink down and made my way towards the bathroom, seeing her excuse herself shortly thereafter.

We met in the short hallway near the restrooms, out of eyesight from the bar. "Are you ok?" I asked, smiling as she walked towards me, "What's his name?"

"I don't think I can do this," she said, "His name is Alex and he's starting to get close to me and I'm getting really nervous. I'm just not comfortable."

"Relax," I said, trying to reassure her. "You look great and he's just doing what every other guy in the bar wants to do. I want you to go back out there. When you sit down, face him and leave your legs open to him."

She started shaking her head. "I can't do that," she replied with trembling in her voice.

"I'm not talking about spreading them wide open, just slight open so he knows you're interested. Let's see what he does, and go with it. Remember, I am just across the room so nothing is going to happen that you don't want." I could see her calm down a bit. "Are you enjoying this?"

"Well, yes. I guess. He's handsome and funny."

"No, I mean are you enjoying this? Are you getting turned on?"

A blush immediately rose to her face. "Yes," she whispered sexily.

"Are you wet? Are you thinking about him touching you?"

"Yes, I am," she said meeting my eyes.

"Go back out there and have fun. Let him know you're enjoying it." With that, I turned before she could say anything else and returned to the bar, taking my seat without looking towards the guy.

Meg entered the room a few moments later, apparently after going to the restroom to freshen up. Alex immediately caught sight of her and arose to offer her chair. As she sat down, I could tell that she had turned directly toward him. I saw him glance down and knew that she was offering him a bit more to observe than she previously had. He sat down, but move closer to her than previously so that their faces were much closer. He had one hand on her chair, but the other was below the bar and probably further up her leg than before.

Their conversation resumed, but was much more suggestive. At times, he bent in close now, whispering things directly into her ear. I could see a sultry smile cross her face and their eyes met on several occasions. I was getting very aroused now, knowing that she was getting into this and guessing that her panties were probably getting wetter by the second. At one point, Alex leaned in to tell her something and I could tell from Megan's posture that he had moved his hand further up her leg. She met his gaze and nodded as she said something in return. He arose from his seat and made his way towards the restrooms.

I saw Meg pick her phone up off the bar and a text buzzed across my screen. "He asked if I wanted to go to his room for a nightcap."

I typed back, "What do you want to do? Do you want to go with him."

"I'm scared to death."

"It's your call. Think about him touching you, kissing you all over. Think about him between your legs. Think about his cock in you," I responded.

Before she could respond, Alex came back into the bar and she put her phone down. He sat down next to her and I could guess that he was gauging her interest in his invitation. To my surprise, I saw her nod as she said something to him. He flagged down the bartender and handed him a credit card. As he was signing the receipt, Megan made eye contact with me. I saw a look that I will remember for a thousand years to come. There was a twinkle in her eye and a grin crossed her face. Alex turned to her and offered his hand as she rose from her chair. She turned and walked out of the bar with him following.

Suddenly, panic and fear washed over me. I had been so lost in the excitement and aroused by her flirtations that I had never really stopped to consider the "what if" scenario. Part of me wanted to rush out of the bar and stop them before they made it to the elevators. I took a huge drink of my vodka and attempted to regain my composure. She'll only let him get as far as she wants him to go, I thought to myself. I ordered another drink and downed it before heading back up to our room a half hour later.

I had just finished getting undressed and was in the bathroom when I heard the door lock open. Megan walked in slowly, looking slightly dazed and ruffled.

"What happened?" I asked, meeting her just outside the bathroom door.

She turned and rushed towards me, forcing her lips against mine in a tight embrace. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth in a hungry passionate kiss. I pushed her away so that I could look her in the eyes. "What happened?" I repeated.

"We went back to his room," she replied, grinning from ear to ear.

I forced her back towards the bed and set her on the edge. "I want details, ever detail," I said, as I knelt between her legs. As she spoke, I started to remove her shoes.

"We got to the elevators and were talking about the hotel and his conference," she started. "As soon as we got in the elevator, he turned and kissed me. I felt like a schoolgirl at first, but then we started to make out. When we got to his floor he took my hand and led me to his room. He was a complete gentleman."

"Ok," I said, imploring for more as a joined her on the bed and got behind her, kissing her neck and unzipping the back of her dress.

"We got into his room and continued to kiss. He was a really good kisser. He pulled me closer and his hands went to my butt. I must have tensed up then, because he asked me if I was ok. I told him that I was and kissed him again. I could feel him pressing up against me, I mean his, you know..."

"His cock?" I offered.

"Yes, it was pressing up against me and it felt huge. His hands went below my dress and pulled it up. I could feel him squeezing my butt, then one of them slid around the front. He rubbed me from outside my undies and I could feel how wet I was as his hand pressed against me."

My own cock was rock hard at this point. I stood her up and pulled the dress over her head, revealing her wonderful body. I sat her back down in front of me and continued to kiss her neck and starting playing with her breasts as she spoke.

"Then, he slid his hand inside of my underwear and started to play with me. He put a finger inside me and I almost fell to the floor. Then he started to play with my clit and I could barely stand. I reached over and started to stroke him through his pants. He pulled away and took off his shirt and dropped his pants. We started to kiss again and he pulled my panties down. His cock poked out the front of his boxers, so I started to rub it."

I slid my hand down her stomach and to her crotch. I could feel the heat and wetness immediately. I pushed her panties down and started to rub my finger between her swollen lips.

"He kept playing with me and I came standing there. I pushed his hand away and pushed him back onto the bed. I pulled his boxers off and saw how big he was. I climbed onto the bed and put his cock in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue."

My mind was racing. I could not believe that she had gone through with this, but I was more excited than ever.

"I gave him a blow job and he came in my mouth. He rolled me over, and started to get on top of me, but I pushed him back. I told him that was all he was getting and kissed him again."

I kissed her again, darting my tongue into her mouth. I thought, now, that I could taste his cum on her lips. "What then?"

"He told me he was leaving in the morning. I kissed him again, thanked him for a wonderful evening, pulled on my underwear and left."

"So, you went to some stranger's room, let him finger you, blew him and came back to me?"

She glanced at me with a bit of fear in her eyes, "Yes?"

"Then I guess I'm going to have to give you the fucking you didn't get." With that, I stood up and pulled off her bra and panties and pushed her back onto the bed face-first. "I want you to close your eyes and think about him fucking you. Think about his cock in you and the taste of his cum on your lips." I pulled her ass and hips into the air and pushed my cock into her wet, hot cunt.

She moaned as I slammed into her. She was so wet that there was no resistance. I fucked her hard; making sure my cock was going as deep as I could get it. Within minutes her hips started to buck and she started crying out. She came with force, her juices shooting out around my cock as I continued to fuck her. I came shortly after, filling her as I pushed the tip of my member against her cervix. I pulled out and sat back to watch the cum drip from her pussy. I rolled her over and buried my face between her legs, lapping up the mixture of our ejaculations. My tongue then went to work on her clit, bringing her to another orgasm almost instantly as a cry escaped her lips. I climbed the bed and forced my lips against hers, still wet with our juices. We kissed deeply for minutes, our tongues intertwined.

I finally rolled next to her, looking at her and taking in the beauty of her ravished body. "This is all still mine," I said.

"Only yours," she replied.