The Rendezvous

I know that I put on my profile that I wasn’t interested in any direct correspondence or hooking up, but I went against my better judgment and broke my own rules. A couple months ago I agreed to meet one of my chat room friends in person. The user “jonncindy” is a couple that uses xhamster much like DJ and I do. My husband likes the various videos, while I like to chat and write stories as well as watching a few porno flicks. Cindy is apparently the video fan at their house, with Jon doing most of the chatting.

I’ve become pretty good friends in the chat room with Jon. We started talking more and more about some of my lesbian flings, and the relationships I have with some of the other women in my neighborhood. Strapon play and squirting orgasms were two points of interest from the 43-year-old married man from out east. Well needless to say, my curiosity finally got the best of me. I had to go to Boston on business, and agreed to hook up with Jon at one of the downtown hotels. DJ and I have an open relationship where we’re free to do whatever we want, with whoever we want. However I felt bad that Jon had to sneak around behind his wife’s back. We exchanged private cellphone numbers and he asked me to be discreet and keep our communication to text messages. The night before I flew out there, I received a text suggesting that I pack my strapon for a little fun. I’ve used my strappy on my husband a couple times, but it’s not something that he’s usually interested in. This kind of caught me by surprise, coming from Jon also. In all or our message board chat, he never mentioned anything about pegging. It could be fun. I’m always up for trying something new.

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My flight out there was simple enough, except for my nervous energy about meeting up with someone I’ve never met in person. The first two days of meetings went well, despite the fact that my mind was on this secret fling. I finally had some free time to get together with Jon, and couldn’t contain my excitement when I received a text reminding me to wear something sexy. I responded with a smile emoji and gave him my hotel address and room number.

I went with matching burgundy bra and panties underneath my gray skirt and white button down blouse. In my overnight bag I made sure to honor his kinky request by packing my big blue strapon dildo. I took out the kinky sex toy and put it on the bathroom counter hoping to surprise him when the time was right for some kinky fun. I had my best strawberry scented perfume that was sweet without being overwhelming.

I sat on the king-size bed anxiously looking at the clock as it seemed like he might not show. He was twenty minutes late when I sent a simple text. “WAITING”

He didn’t return my text, but about five minutes later I heard a light tap at the door. The moment I was waiting for had finally arrived. I was going to see the man I’d been flirting with in chat rooms for the last six months. I nervously grabbed my high heels, then kicked them into the corner, deciding that I didn’t need them, and casually went to answer the door in my bare feet.

Looking through the peephole, I saw the silhouette of what looked to be a woman. This couldn’t be right. Unless my eyes were playing tricks on me. You never know with these tiny distorted peepholes. I opened the door anyway, surprised to see a woman standing there with a stern look on her face.

”Can I help you?” I asked, with a quizzical look on my face.

“Jenna?” the full figured woman inquired. “Or should I say Nipsie!”

The auburn haired beauty stood there in the hallway in jeans and a t-shirt, with her arms folded waiting for my answer.

”There must be some sort of mistake” I answered, knowing full well that this was Jon’s wife Cindy.

”Oh there’s a mistake alright! You made it when you thought you could fuck around with my husband.”

The curvy woman was seething, and gave me a two-handed shove, pushing me back into my room. She followed me inside, slamming the door behind her. Cindy gave me another shove, knocking me back onto the bed. I looked toward the door, wondering if anyone heard our little scuffle. The angry wife flashed a devilish grin when she saw me looking for help.

“Are you expecting somebody? Well loverboy will be a little late. I kept him busy with some errands. Nobody is going to help you!”

I got up and made a move for the door, only to have the busty wife blocking my path. She slapped me across the face and grabbed me by the hair, shaking my head and pushing me up against the dresser. With her free hand she ripped my brand new white blouse, as buttons went flying everywhere. I retaliated with a kick to her crotch, causing her to double over. She was younger and heavier than me, but I had no choice but to fight back. I followed up the kick with a flurry of slaps to her face, trying to get her stop. She lowered her shoulder, and knocked me onto the bed again. We wrestled around clawing at each other’s clothes in an intense catfight. My bra was exposed as my blouse was held together by a single button. Not satisfied with ruining my top, the crazy bitch started tugging on my gray skirt as well. I elbowed the wild woman in the head, trying to get her to let go of my skirt, which was now down around my knees. She was stunned long enough for me to grab her pink t-shirt and start pulling it over her head. It came off quite easily, along with half of her white low cut bra, as one of her big boobs popped free.

I tried to get up , but the raging lunatic knocked me to the floor, pulling at my skirt that was wrapped around my ankles, leaving me somewhat helpless to get away. Cindy lunged at me, tearing my skirt away, leaving me on the floor in my undies. I tried to kick her again, but the curvy bitch blocked me as she knelt next to me panting heavily from our brawl.

”You fucking Bitch!! What’s wrong with you?” I screamed while grabbing the waistband of her blue jeans. “What are you some kind of dyke? Quit tearing my clothes!”

”Fuck you, HomeWrecker!!” was her response as she tried to spin away from me. I still had ahold of one of her belt loops, and her loose fitting jeans were starting to slide down her legs, showcasing her big round butt and amazing ass crack. We were both half-naked at the foot of the bed when our clothes ripping brawl came to a sudden stop with a knock at the door. The mystery man that I was fighting over had finally arrived.

Cindy sat at the foot of the bed, clutching at her blue jeans, trying to catch her breath while I went to answer the door, scantily clad in my burgundy bra and panties, along with what was left of my brand new blouse. I was in no mood for any more surprises and had lost my excitement for meeting Jon. I opened the door and greeted my online friend with a less than enthusiastic sneer.

”What?” I deadpanned, looking like I just survived a tornado. I left the door open and walked back inside, not caring if he followed me in or not.

Jon joined us in the spacious luxury suite, surprised to see his wife sitting on the bed with her pants half off and a bra that was only holding one of her big beautiful breasts.

”What the hell is going on here?” he asked rhetorically, as his wife and I sat there in silence, in no mood for any scolding.

I leaned up against the dresser, quietly wondering what the hell I got myself into. Other than her hot temper, Cindy seemed like she could have been one of my neighborhood friends back in Iowa. And I can see why she was fighting for her man. Jon was absolutely gorgeous. Even better looking than I had imagined.

The tall blonde man tried to lighten up the mood a little bit by making fun of our situation. He said if we were going to fight over him, we should have waited for him so he could watch. I don’t know what men’s fascination with two women fighting is all about, but to be honest, I was quite aroused myself when I was mixing it up with Cindy. I’m not sure his wife felt the same way. The full figured woman stared at me while answering her husband.

”You want to watch me beat the crap out of your little slut?” she hissed, without taking her eyes off of me.

”Like I’m gonna let a fat ass like you get the best of me” I shot back, keeping the intensity brewing.

”That’s not what I had in mind” Jon chimed in, trying to keep the peace.

”There’s two beautiful women in this room, and I don’t know about you, but the sexual tension is pretty obvious. I was thinking something more like a Sexfight.”

I never took my eyes off his wife as he brought up his perverted fantasy of us having some sort of sexfight. What the hell was he even talking about. Before I could even say NO, Cindy smarted off, bragging that she was definitely the better woman.

”There’s no way this skinny old whore is gonna get the best of me. I’d have her screaming in ecstasy in no time.”

”In your dreams, Bitch!” I shot back, as if I was actually accepting this kinky challenge.

Our animosity toward each other was still evident, and Jon was loving it. He just quietly backed away and let things play out. I took a couple steps toward Cindy, sitting on the bed. The hot-tempered wife stood up, ready to square off with me. She bent over, kicking off her blue jeans, and tucked her her boob back in her bra as she defiantly got in my face, wearing nothing but her skimpy white bra and panties. Her thick thighs and nice round tushy, along with her coconut sized breasts made her look much more desirable than she did when I first laid eyes on her. Lack of confidence was definitely not a problem for her.

I wasn’t about to back down. Growing up in Iowa in a house with three brothers who wrestled, I knew how to handle myself. If you add the fact that I’m sexually active, I don’t see how this curvaceous cunt could possibly get the best of me. I had about two inches on Cindy, but she outweighed me by about twenty pounds. We inched closer, getting in each other’s face, squaring off half-naked in the middle of the room, while Jon took a seat off to the side, with a huge smile on his face.

The voluptuous beauty brushed up against me, pressing her nice round breasts up against mine. It was obvious to me that she wanted to make this contest physical. Even though she had a size advantage, I like to think I could outlast her with my stamina. The way she was gasping for air earlier when we were tussling, made me feel as if I could wear her down.

I took off my white blouse that was barely covering my half naked body, and tossed it aside. I was ready to do this, as we faced off in our underwear. I immediately wrapped my arms around Cindy, cupping her nice round ass as I pulled her in even closer. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as we embraced in a tight hug on the verge of kicking things off with a passionate kiss. The temperature was rising and I didn’t want to initiate the sexual side of our duel, but deep down inside I wanted her. Fight or no fight. I’m not sure if Cindy has ever had any lesbian experiences, but if she hasn’t, she was in for a big surprise. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moved my right hand from her soft butt cheek up to the back of her head, pulling her in close and planting a long hard kiss on her mouth, surprising her somewhat.

Cindy responded a bit more aggressively, digging her fingers into my butt cheeks as we each tried to impose our will on the other with our long passionate kiss. She spun us around, trying to gain an advantage by having me backed up against the bed. I tried to push back by lifting my knee and massaging her panty covered crotch with my thigh. I could feel her thick engorged pussy lips through the skimpy satin material. She must have liked it because she seemed to stop in her tracks, breathing heavily as I kept rubbing my thigh between her legs.

I could sense the curvy wife was beginning to weaken, and she tried to move things in her favor by getting more physical, just like I figured she would. She pushed me back onto the bed, pouncing on me and reaching for my throat with her left hand, holding me down, while she started squeezing my breast with the right. She was straddling my stomach, looming over me, staring into my eyes, trying to intimidate me.

”I know all about your lesbian tendencies, Nipsie. Well, they aren’t going to work on me. I’m going to make you cum, not because I want to, but because I can. You fucking slut.”

Jon sat up in his chair, enjoying the show. He loved how assertive his wife was, talking smack with his online friend. He had trouble hiding his erection, as the bulge in his khakis was growing. Apparently the sexual confrontation was turning him on.

I reached up with both hands grabbing her breasts, trying to push her away. I squeezed as hard as I could, but it didn’t seem to faze her. It only made her even nastier. She started tugging on my bra, stretching out the expensive piece of lingerie until it tore in two, leaving me topless on my back. The angry bitch didn’t stop there, pinching my puffy nipples inflicting as much pain on me as she could.

I’ve always enjoyed having my nipples played with, but there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and she just crossed it. I flailed my legs and began thrashing back and forth, screaming for her to stop.

”AAAHHH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”

I tried to return the favor, but her white lowcut bra acted as a shield from my probing fingers. I wanted to tear it away like she did to mine, but Cindy let go of my tits and sat up, swatting my hands away. The busty wife reached back, unhooking her bra, taking it off and flinging it over towards her husband. Her magnificent breasts jiggled as she flaunted her fleshy globes in front of me.

”You want my tits so bad? Well he they are! A helluva lot better than your saggy little puppies!”

She wasn’t wrong. Cindy’s perfectly round breasts were amazing! Especially compared to mine. I was laying on my back, admiring them, when she leaned forward smothering me with her beautiful big boobs. My pleas for her to stop were muffled as I continued to struggle beneath her, with my face buried under her magnificent breasts.

I was helpless as Cindy rubbed her pillowy breasts against my face. Her wide hips straddling my tummy kept me from escaping. I was forced to endure her titty assault. I knew Jon’s wife was full of jealous energy, but didn’t expect her to be that forceful with me. I managed to tilt us off to the side where I had a chance to fight back, but Cindy was still focused on covering me with her big bouncy boobs. We rolled back and forth, our topless bodies entangled as we fought to gain the upper hand.

I could never quite get the advantage, and found myself on the bottom once again. Cindy was relentless with her attempts to smoother me, mashing my face with her dangling boobs. I tried to duck my head, but the mad housewife kept up with her barrage, humiliating me in front of her husband.

I put my forearm up, trying to fend her off, and rocked to the side, reaching between her legs, in hopes of distracting her by grabbing for her crotch. It seemed to slow her down as she screamed when I pinched her panty covered pussy lips. If her kinky husband wanted to see a sexfight, he was going to get one. Cindy started wailing and I somehow was able to roll on top of her, taking control. I rubbed her meaty pussy the best I could through her skimpy panties, causing the full-figured Milf to wince in pain. It was my turn to show my dominance, but there was no way I could smother her the way she did to me. I tried to sneak my hand inside the waistband of her white panties, in search of her slick snatch, but she wasn’t about to give in that easily. Cindy started bouncing around try to avoid my probing fingers, surprised at the sexual nature of my attack. She pushed me backwards, almost knocking me off the side of the bed, jumping on me, covering me with her sweaty body. She started strumming my purple panties, hoping to get me off, looming over me as her fingers massaged my sensitive pussy.

Cindy stared into my eyes with a devious smile, as she tried to exert some sexual prowess. I could definitely feel her fingers brushing up against my sexy panties, causing me to lose my breath for a second. I couldn’t let this big-titted bitch get the best of me. I cringed, trying to ignore her wandering fingers while clawing at her gorgeous tits. We rolled over again, attacking each other, trying to establish some sort of sexual superiority.

I pushed Cindy away and forced her onto her stomach. Her luscious butt was so inviting that I yanked her white undies down, trying to get the bitch completely naked. I managed to get her panties around her ankles before she wheeled around, elbowing me in the head trying to stop me. It didn’t keep me from stripping her, as her neatly trimmed pussy was exposed, while she scrambled to regain control.

I reached between her legs, pinching her freakishly huge labia, trying to get her to submit to me. The gasping auburn haired beauty let out a high-pitched wail as I tugged on her thick pussy lips. I’m not sure Cindy was ready for any of this. She began to whimper when I began rolling her juicy folds between my thumb and forefinger. It was so cool to see her vagina start to glisten as she was obviously turned on by my fingering. I was becoming turned on myself as our contest was taking on a more sexual nature.

I looked back over my shoulder briefly at Jon, who had his fly unzipped with his big fat cock out, stroking it as his wife and I continued to roll around on the bed. I’m sure the horny husband was getting exactly what he wanted.

“Oh you like watching wifey get abused?”

I steered the curvy redhead towards her hubby, showing her off for the horny pervert. I was behind her with one hand squeezing her left tit, while reaching around, playing with her meaty pussy with the other. My chin was resting on her shoulder as I peered over her, giving her husband an icy stare.

Jon was rock hard, with a drop of precum trickling down the front of his stiff cock. I think he was enjoying watching his wife being fondled like this. I slid two fingers inside her juicy pussy, while rubbing her huge clit with my thumb. I must have touched a nerve as Cindy gasped, with her body flinching from the adventurous fingering. Her sweaty body started to contort as she became extremely wet, cumming right there in front of her husband.

“That’s it. Cum for me, Bitch. Show hubby what a slut you are.”

I thrust my fingers in a little bit deeper, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back to give her a long hard kiss on the mouth. I wanted to play rough, letting her know that I wasn’t to be taken lightly. I pulled my sticky fingers from her cunt, hoping to force feed her some of her own juices, but Cindy wasn’t having it. She swatted my hand away, spinning around and tackling me. We bounced toward the head of the huge bed, with the naked wife looking for a little payback. She had me pinned, mashing her dangling boobs up against my saggy little apples. I dug my fingers into her fleshy butt cheeks, kneading her soft tushy as I tried to squirm out from underneath.

Cindy swung around with her sweaty body laid out across mine. She clamped her right hand down on my crotch, holding me in place, while she yanked my hair with her other hand, twisting me like a rag doll. She tugged at my lacy panties, stretching them out, before sneaking her hand inside. She sifted her fingers through my hairy pussy, ramming them inside me. Her two middle fingers were probing my inner walls while her pinky and index finger were massaging all around the outside. It was instant gratification. I let out a loud moan, and Cindy just fingered me more violently. The more I wailed, the more she yanked on my hair and pumped her fingers inside me. I could feel myself beginning to cave in, and erupted rather convulsively with a loud squirting orgasm. My panties were soaked, with a stream of my juices running down between my legs. Cindy had an evil grin, as she enjoyed watching me lose all control of my senses.

”Oooh, what do we have here? Who’s the slut now?”

The dominant Milf pulled her dripping hand from my soaked undies, and and licked her fingers clean, teasing me as I laid back on the bed, panting from the intense gushing orgasm.

”Mmmmm! Yep! That tastes like a slut to me!”

Jon couldn’t stay away much longer either, getting into the act by sliding my wet panties off my legs, unveiling my messy wet bush. There were plenty of glistening droplets on my stringy reddish gray pubes, remnants of my gushing climax. Jon held my dirty undies up to his face, taking a big whiff while his wife continued to play with my ravaged slit. I was out of breath, but still horny as hell and didn’t want this couple to get the best of me.

Cindy crawled over me getting into a makeshift 69 position. She ran her fingers across my clitoris and excited pussy lips, strumming my moist vagina like it was a banjo. She was stirring up more juices deep inside me as I was quickly on the verge of another orgasm. She was grinding her own warm pussy up against my nose, using my face to get herself off. I was overwhelmed by her pungent aroma, as she was practically begging for me to return the favor with some oral attention. I had other ideas.

The heat was rising and my whole body was tingling. I felt a little bold and reached up, poking my index finger in her tight butthole, catching the horny wife off guard. She let out a high-pitched squeal protesting my probing finger in her dirty hole.

“What are you…aah…what…ooh…nnn…na…oh no…no..aaah…oooh… no.. no..NO!!”

She whimpered as I began fingering her tight asshole. The satisfaction from knowing she was giving up her ass in front of hubby was a huge turnon. Even though she was protesting my kinky move, she still kept rubbing my pussy. Cindy wiggled her luscious ass, trying to fight off my anal attack. She finally managed to shake free, and I immediately rolled her over onto her back, sitting on her face. I was close the edge and reached down fingering myself while grinding on her face. I felt another wave of excitement coming and lifted my ass just a bit, and diddled myself to a second squirting orgasm, drenching my sexy rival. Four or five long spurts came gushing out in one of my wettest orgasms ever.

I rolled off to the side, to see Cindy splattered from the intense gusher. She wasn’t too happy to be covered in my juices. The full-figured beauty wiped her eyes, and popped up bitching, before scurrying off to the bathroom to towel off.

Jon and I looked at each other, giggling about the messy facial as the door shut behind her. He got in bed with me and laid back, with his big cock sticking straight up. I didn’t waste any time hopping on top and riding my online friend. Something we’ve been looking forward to for a long time. He reached up, playing with my jiggling saggy tits as I rode him cowgirl style. It felt so good to have a cock deep inside me. I was enjoying the reward for outdueling Cindy in the fight for her husband.

Apparently the jilted wife got cleaned up, as I heard the bathroom door open and could see Cindy in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. She stood there leaning against the wall watching with her arms folded while I was screwing her hubby. She took a few steps closer, looking on silently from the side of the bed. Her hair was all slicked back, still wet from the drenching that rained down on her a few minutes earlier. The thick auburn haired beauty had a stern look on her face as she watched us patiently. After taking a closer look, I noticed that she found my strapon that I had left on the counter. She was wearing it, slowly stroking the fake cock as if she was ready to join in.

Our fucking had come to a stop as Jon and I looked over at Cindy, waiting for her next move. The determined wife got up on the bed, crawling behind me. She pushed me forward while I was still sitting on her hubby’s cock. Cindy didn’t pull any punches, going straight for my ass. She pressed the tip of the blue strapon dildo up against my bum, forcing it inside, completing a double penetration, along with her well built husband.

Being stuffed by two large cocks at the same time was something I’d never experienced before. I felt like such a dirty little whore, as I just sat there enjoying the DP. The sensation was extraordinary but it was an awkward position. Jon crawled out from underneath to give his wife a big slobbering kiss, while she continued to pound my ass doggystyle. Jon fed me his cock, and I sucked it the best I could with Cindy buttfucking me with my own strapon. I had lost all control and was squirting once again, shooting out small spurts with every thrust of the dildo going deep in my tight asshole.

It looked like Jon was ready to cum also. His face contorted, and he pulled his big member away and circled around towards his wife. He passed right by me , holding his throbbing cock up to his wife like it was a peace offering. He rubbed his slick boner up against Cindy’s nice round tits, lightly tapping her silver dollar nipples with the tip of his cock. After three or four of these little taps on each breast, Jon exploded with a milky white eruption, shooting several thick globs onto his wife’s amazing tits. The pearl necklace was complete as we all collapsed on the bed in a heap, exhausted from this wild romp.