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Jill stood in front of the hotel lift, a grinning stranger holding her dress behind a closing door. She was naked except her heels and stockings. Her cunt was on fire with passion and her husbands cock was threatening to rip his trousers. She was so turned on but confused, *quot;how had it got to this?'

It had all begun at her husband's Christmas function. The usual boring affair, all the talk about work, people networking, and very bored plus ones. Wine and beer flowed, conversations got louder and more raucous. Her and another bored lady were chatting about Christmas, just killing time when they overheard an executive bragging about his hot wife in great detail. Both sets of ears had perked up and with conspiratorial looks they sidled closer, pretending to be chatting. The loud executive bragged about how he got his wife to masturbate in front of a window on holiday, putting on a show for the other guests, even blindfolding her and having room service delivered to her bedside as she rubbed herself. Other executives then mentioned sex clubs and what takes place there before a more senior member came across to let them know in no clear terms that this was not a suitable topic of conversation and their bonuses were in doubt.

Amused the ladies sidled away, but her new friend made a parting comment that found fertile ground.

*quot;That was probably all talk, but I wish my husband was that imaginative! Maybe I should shock him next holiday and see if that brings him back to life*quot;, said the other lady. With that they separated knowing that they would never meet again and their little shared overheard conversation and comment would remain their secret.

However the idea stuck with Jill and grew over the Christmas holiday. She found herself waking at night wet between her legs, masturbating in her sleep as scenarios played over in her head. New Years Eve came a drunken night out and taxi ride home. As they travelled back, Paul her husband asked, *quot;So what's your resolution?*quot;

Without thinking she replied, *quot;To bring the naughty devil in you back out!*quot;

Paul looked surprised, she went on, *quot;We should have sex more often and try new things out.*quot;

Paul's eyes widened and the taxi driver smirked to himself.

*quot;Remember when we younger, when we first meet, all those silly dares and what that would lead to?*quot; whispered Jill.

Paul sat thoughtfully as they travelled but held her closer, smiled and replied, *quot;Yes I do. I had all but forgotten about them! And you want to play dare more often?*quot;

Jill nodded, *quot;Yes.*quot;

*quot;With forfeits? Like before?*quot; Paul asked with growing interest.

Jill looked deep into his eyes, *quot;Yes. I will be a good girl for you.*quot; Jill realised she was almost pleading.

Their games of old had been based around her showing off her tremendous body and had always led to returning to the comfort of their own home for wild, passionate and prolonged sex.

*quot;I dare you to tell me where you got this idea from*quot;, began Paul.

*quot;Now?*quot; JiIl's hopeful voice replied.

*quot;Of course or does this already constitute a forfeit?*quot; chided Paul.

Jill dropped her gaze from Paul's eyes, he was grinning and already could feel his cock swell.

*quot;Do you remember your work party?*quot; Jill quietly said.

*quot;Yes, Side escort I had to network all evening and left you alone. I would ask if you got bored but clearly something made it interesting*quot;, Paul playfully replied.

*quot;I overheard one of your colleagues talking,*quot; Jill shyly said.

*quot;Go on dear,*quot; encouraged Paul. The cab driver was clearly paying attention to them.

*quot;He bragged how he got his wife to play with herself by a window. He said the other guests could see her,*quot; Jill said in voice growing in confidence.

Paul raised an eyebrow and the driver smirked. Paul caught the driver's eye in the mirror and winked at him conspiratorially. *quot;Go on, but you must speak up,*quot; Paul encouraged.

Jills eyes widened. Her face flushed. In a louder voice still, Jill went on, *quot;He blindfolded her and got her to lie on the bed touching herself and then..*quot; Short on breath now, Jill panted, *quot;He had room service deliver food to her bedside table while she was in full view! Another guy mentioned a sex club and, and I can't stop thinking about it!*quot;

*quot;Oh and tell US what happens when you think about it, in a clear voice please.*quot; Paul stressed heavily the us.

Jill paused, swallowed then clearly said, *quot;It excites me, it turns me on.*quot;

*quot;Does it now?*quot; teased Paul, *quot;And what do you do when this happens, do you touch yourself?*quot;

*quot;Yes,*quot; moaned Jill.

*quot;Do you wish it was you?*quot; queried Paul.

*quot;Yes,*quot; breathlessly exclaimed Jill.

The cough from the driver was loud and a half choke but he was enthralled. *quot;Does it make you wet?*quot; teased Paul.

*quot;Yes,*quot; gulped Jill.

*quot;You wet now?*quot; questioned Paul.

*quot;Yes,*quot; squealed Jill.

By now they were nearly at their hotel, both of them were extremely aroused. *quot;Lift your dress my dear show the cabby your legs, stockings, and thong,*quot; demanded Paul.

The surprise was even greater to Jill than it was to Paul, when without thinking and with a surge of pleasure she wriggled in her seat pulling her dress over her hips so her bottom was naked on the seat and her thong on full view.

*quot;Happy New Year driver!*quot; announced Paul.

His grin filled the rear view mirror. Paul lifted his wife's leg gently putting it over his spreading her legs wide. She gasped but looked hungrily at him. A wet patch was noticeable in the small gusset as was the odour of her inflamed sex. The taxi pulled gently to a stop in front of the hotel. The driver turned round staring between Jill's legs at her wet thong, grinning. Paul kept his hand firmly on her thigh holding them open. Jill's breath was rapid, she was so excited, so turned on and so, so wet. She desperately wanted fucking, release, to touch herself.

*quot;What's the fare?*quot; asked Paul.

*quot;Twenty five pounds mate*quot;, replied the wide eyed cabby.

*quot;Great,*quot; said Paul turned to his wife, *quot;Give him your thong dear as a New Years thank you.*quot;

Jill gulped then reached down quickly for the edges of her thong and slid it off bringing her knees together. Paul found his wallet out.

*quot;Now pass them to him,*quot; ordered Paul.

Jill could feel his breathe on her face as she leant forward. They were soaked! His fingers grabbed the panties and with a huge grin he sniffed then licked the gusset. Jill Side escort bayan sat back shocked, somewhat humiliated and yet even more aroused as she felt the drivers eyes bore into her.

*quot;Well done my dear, now play with your cunt for him as I get his money,*quot; teased Paul.

This was all new but it sent a tingle up her spine, 'did her really mean it?' Paul looked at his wife, then at the cabby and felt a surge of pride and power. He grabbed her foot and raised it onto the seat causing her to slide down and her dress to ride up. Next, swiftly he hiked her dress way up, tucking the front into her cleavage before parting her soaked legs, displaying her oozing pussy. Then her wrist was gripped and her hand pushed purposely towards her smouldering pussy. She needed no further prompting and her fingers where soon deep in her pussy, squelching herself towards a much needed and desired orgasm.

Paul watched his wife acting like a whore and felt proud, his cock twitched and he wondered what else the night would bring. The sound of a car behind brought him to his senses and he fumbled the fare to a wide eyed cabby, before opening the door and pulling his panting wife out. As they exited the cab and her dress fell back into place the cab behinds passenger an elderly reveller steeped back, had he seen?

Jill's cunt was now on fire and Paul's cock was beginning to hurt as it was stuck in his trousers. Placing his hand on his wife's ass he walked her quickly into the hotel and towards the lift. As they waited he pulled her close and enveloped her in a kiss more passionate than he had in years. His hand stayed on her ass while the other cupped her head drawing her mouth tighter into his as his tongue sought hers. Oblivious to everything they stumbled still kissing into the lift. As the doors shut a gentle voice said, *quot;What floor for you two?*quot;

Paul turned, it was the man from the other taxi, grinning and clearly enjoying the spectacle.

*quot;Four,*quot; Paul replied.

*quot;Happy New Year you two! I think you intend to carry on celebrating!*quot; replied the grinning stranger.

*quot;And you, and yes I think it's going to be a memorable year!*quot; announced Paul proudly.

*quot;So I see, don't mind me,*quot; replied the amused stranger.

Paul moved behind Jill, his hands on her shoulders and said, *quot;Jill honey wish this nice man happy New Year properly.*quot;

He pushed her forward not sure what would happen next. The guy bent forward for a polite kiss. *quot;Now a proper kiss for him to remember,*quot; chided Paul and with that his hands moved over her shoulders catching the dress and slipping it down so her breasts were exposed. *quot;Now a proper kiss Jill or the dress comes off!*quot;

The stranger almost choked with shock before Jill's mouth clamped to his and sought out another deep passionate kiss. She pulled his head deep and hard against her mouth, excited, on fire with this game yearning for release for her pussy and desire, desperate to please Paul.

Gingerly at first he responded, his hand in her hair the other on her naked shoulder and back before descending to her covered ass. He squeezed, kneaded, and played with her ass before being joined by his second hand. Paul was surprised a how excited this was making him, seeing another man Escort side fondle his wife. Jill had become lost to her desires, seeking out the other man's tongue and groaning as his hands groped her. Her groans became deeper as she felt Paul pull her dress hem up exposing her ass for the other man's hands.

They cupped and parted her ass one striking out further and further round her ass. She pushed back against them moving onto her toes, *quot;please she thought I need this.''

A ping, it was level four, their floor.

Paul gripped her shoulders and said, *quot;Come on honey, let's get you back to the room.*quot;

The stranger was speechless, breathless and grinning from ear to ear, and exclaimed, *quot;happy New Year mate!*quot;

As they stepped out of the lift Paul turned as the doors where shutting. He pushed his foot into the gap saying *quot;Hang on, the man needs a souvenir.*quot; And with that he bent over grabbed her hem which had only just fallen back into place and pulled her dress off leaving her naked except for her stockings and heels. Paul handed the stranger the dress and said, *quot;We will be a breakfast at 9:30 give it to her then, saying she dropped in when she went for that naked run.*quot;

With that the lift shut. Paul stares in mild disbelief but with a huge grin at his red faced and hugely aroused wife. Jill's eyes dart around, she's naked in a hotel corridor. Wow! and what's more she's so turned on. Her initial panic has been passed over by waves of delirious pleasure. She was naked and proud, turned on, had been seen, and was loving the attention. It had excited her far more than she imagined.

Paul took her warm hand in his and began to walk very slowly down the corridor. He was so proud his wife had gone this far; so amazed she was this naughty and most importantly so turned on. He felt like he could cum at any time just by their adventures! Could he push her further? Should he? His head spun.

*quot;That was so hot sweetie! This is the best way to see in the New Year that we have ever done! Maybe we could make it a new tradition, that you walk naked around hotels on New Years Eve?*quot; teased Paul.

Jill purred, turned, and kissed him deeply.

*quot;Thank you for playing along. Wow! wow is all I can say*quot;, exclaimed Paul proudly.

Jill kissed with a passion and fire he had not felt in years. Her hands sought to get under Pauls shirt, tracing his pert ass, moving round to rub his obvious bulge. *quot;God you have turned into a dirty slut tonight I love it!*quot; said Paul. *quot;Should I knock on a few doors and invite them to watch?*quot;

The silence was emphasised by Jill's wicked longing grin. Her heart pounding, 'would he, please do it. God did I just think that?!'

They walked slowly down the corridor and she felt disappointed when he opened the door. *quot;Open the curtains and turn all the lights on,*quot; commanded Paul. *quot;Now move the chair in front of the big picture window, right up, good now put your feet up on the window.*quot;

Jill sat there knowing anyone looking would see her. Paul moved a standard lamp so it lit her front. *quot;That's better, I thought you could put a show on for anyone who wants to watch,*quot; purred Paul.

Peering out at the rest of the hotel he saw a few lights on but no obvious people.

To be continued.

Thanks for reading my first story here. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please feel free to leave any comments.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my editor, maryb. Her work greatly improved the story and taught me all I had forgotten from school.