Sharing Sherry with Strangers

Chapter Thirteen

I hung back to let the two of them walk across the hotel foyer together as if they were a couple. Following a few feet behind, I was already adopting my role as the watcher, the witness, the voyeur. Dennis was quickly warming to his unexpected treats, draping his hand possessively just above her arse as we three made our way to the elevators. The door of one opened and we found we had the car all to ourselves. I pressed the button for our floor, turning around in time to see Sherry turn to the man alongside her, lifting her hand to touch his cheek, raising her face to indicate she wanted to be kissed.

He didn't even look my way for approval, just confidently went for it. Immediately intensely passionate as if they had known each other for weeks, I watched his hand tugging the material of her black dress up higher again, exposing her bare arse, his large hand fondling her cheeks caressingly. Their kiss lasted the entire ride to the 23^rd level, only ending when the bell signalled we were at our floor.

I exited first and led the way along the empty hallway to the door of our room, regretting I hadn't stayed behind them. I was curious whether Sherry and Dennis had left her dress caught up where he had pushed it, the bottom hem completely above her arse cheeks? And was his hand continuing to fondle that perfect arse as they followed me to our door?

I swiped the card to open our room, standing back to allow the new pairing to enter. As they passed by me, I saw that Sherry had made no attempt to recover her arse with the tight dress. His bare hand looked to have affectionately attached itself to one cheek. Fortunately, the hallway was clear, but I found it personally arousing, although I couldn't get any harder than I had been for the past hour.

"Does anyone need the bathroom before you get started?" I suggested, but not wasting a moment, Dennis had already swept Sherry into his arms and they were lip locked in another deeply passionate kiss while both of his hands played on my wife's smooth bare arse cheeks, squeezing them, hefting them. Was this guy an arse man and could that spell trouble for my Sherry, would he expect anal sex from her? Had she given any thought to that possibility in her planning?

New to sharing Sherry with a stranger and having no one myself, I discarded my jacket and pulled up a chair close to the bed ... so close that when I sat down, I was able to rest my heels on the foot of the bed. Oblivious to my voyeuristic presence, Dennis and my wife maintained their passionate kiss, lips and tongue slurping sounds filling the room while I awaited the start of the real action.

"Oh my God, let's get more comfortable?" my Sherry's voice sounded excited and breathless when the two broke from their second long passionate kiss.

"Yes, good idea," concurred Dennis, reluctantly slipping from my wife's embrace for a moment. He shed his coat, stripping off his shirt to bare a hairy chest. This was different for Sherry, mine being smooth and hairless.

I saw Sherry appear to not know what to do next, standing by the bed, watching this man stripping down for her. "Let Dennis take care of that for you honey," I suggested from my seated vantage point. She turned to give me a nervous smile, nodding that she understood, the bottom of her dress now above her hips after Dennis had constantly pushed it higher to caress her bare arse cheeks.

Perhaps becoming impatient but thinking on her feet, Sherry assumed command, suggesting "Why don't I get that for you?" She stepped toward Dennis, bringing both hands to his belt buckle, unclasping it and quickly unzipping his flies as if she did it daily. I spotted the back of her hand deliberately brush against the bulge of his still clothed package, and she giggled cheekily in apology, "Oops sorry!"

I wondered what thoughts would be running through Sherry's mind at this very moment. Having brushed her hand against his hard-on -- accidently or otherwise - she would so aware of the urgent rampant state of this man in front of her ... not her husband of 12 years but a stranger. Yet there I was -- her husband, seated by the bed, present to witness her willing act of adultery. His heightened arousal and desire reflected by the rampant object that her hand had brushed ... she would soon experience that hard tool seeking to enter her body. She must be conscious that having allowed Dennis to intimately touch her in the bar, she was the cause of his erection reaching this state ... the power of a woman.

Sherry pushed his trousers down from his hips and they fell in a heap around his ankles. Dennis stood only in boxers, shoes and socks. My wife folded one hand around the tentpole formed in his boxers, "Umm, feels like you're ready for this?"

"More than ready Sherry ... oh, I can't believe my luck, running into you two."

I had expected my wife would be so curious by now to want to check him out, see how different he may be from me. But she let go of that shaft and turned around, presenting her back to him, "Can you get this for me?" one hand coming up to her neck to indicate she wanted his help to release the halter top part of her dress.

Instead, Dennis pressed his near naked body against her back, slipping his hands around her, sliding in under the outer edges of the two 4-inch wide strips of black material that came down from around her neck. Strips that just barely covered most of her ample breasts but useless in preventing his hands from coveting her twin orbs ... not that my wife would want to prevent his caressing hands. I saw her close her eyes to soak up the feel of the man's palms massaging her smooth globes and the stiffening nipples. His lips planted arousing kisses that could easily become love bites on her neck while those hands fondled each breast.

Even as the next phase of my long-held fantasy was about to be fulfilled, I felt a momentary twinge of something ... was it jealousy, seeing such an intense look of sheer pleasure on my wife's face as she savoured the feel of those hands on her breasts, oblivious to my presence so close to the lovers. I starkly realised at this time that I was not unique in being able to give my Sherry sexual pleasure, that even the right moves by a perfect stranger could have her easily succumb, putty in the man's hands.

Sherry leaned back against Dennis' body, dropping her head onto his shoulder in a signal of meek submission, allowing her sensual emotions to revel completely in the caress of his hands fondling her breasts. "Umm, that's so nice, you have soft hands Dennis -- they're big but soft - I like them. I should have known when your fingers felt so good inside me, do you want to do that to me some more?"

"I could ... but I thought you might prefer to feel my tongue next time."

Sherry's gasp, "Ohhhh yesssss!" at his suggestion came out like she'd orgasmed, "Aaaah Dennis, that would be wonderful, I do like a man's tongue on me ... Mike has a good one."

Hey, I actually got a mention. She is still conscious of me, even as this stranger attempts his seduction. I watched Sherry's bare arse cheeks grinding seductively back against that bulge in his boxers, her body fitted tightly against him while enjoying the constant caress of his hands on her breasts.

"Now what was it you wanted me to do with this dress?" asked Dennis.

"Take it off me please, I want to be naked for you," raising her voice for emphasis, her excitement evident, revealing her urgent carnal needs.

"What, at the neck?"

"Yes, the two strips that you have your hands inside ... well, they were supposed to cover my breasts. They're tied in a knot at my neck ... you can either untie or lift it up over my head."

Dennis pulled his hands out from the sides of the two strips of material, bringing them to her neck to untie the knot ... gravity achieved the rest, two long strips of material falling forward, completely exposing Sherry above the waist. His hands dropped to hug her to him and she revolved within his embrace to face him, his eyes devouring the sight of the still quite perky naked breasts she was proudly presenting to him.

"Magnificent, what a great pair, oh Sherry what can I say, you are perfection."

"I hardly think so," my wife responded modestly.

"Yes you are, you have a beautiful body."

I was pleased to hear our guest lavish praise on my Sherry, and expressing an appreciation for the gift we have offered him to accommodate our own distinct pleasures. He was right, she looked wonderful naked, those breasts sensational for her age.

"So given what we offered you down in the bar, what do you intend to do with my body?" teased my wife as she took hold of the roll of material at her waist that had been her LBD. She pushed it down over her hips and it dropped in a pool around her feet, still standing tall in high heels that so sexily accented her legs and bare arse. My now completely naked redhead wife looked sensational.

"I intend to make love to you," Dennis informed her in a quaintly old-fashioned way that I'm sure Sherry appreciated much more than being told she was about to be fucked since she hated the fuck word.

"Oh, how romantic, make love sounds nice Dennis, but we still have to remove one more important item of clothing that is concealing an integral part of what's going to happen here. Should we do something about that?"

"Oh, yeah I guess so, it's nothing special, just an average run-of-the-mill penis."

"Let me be the judge of that?" said Sherry, looking like she couldn't wait one moment longer, reaching for the waistband of his boxers and drawing it out to avoid snagging the horizontal rigid state of his manhood. Her eyes staring down, anxious for her first glimpse of his solid erection. I watched just as eagerly, but for me there was also a touch of normal male vanity present. How would Dennis compare, would his be bigger than mine, would Sherry be shocked or pleased, disappointed, even intimidated? With our friends Cathy and Brian, mine turned out to be thicker, but Brian beat me in the tale of the tape.

She was considerate and careful, easing the waistband clear of the horizontal appendage that emerged at 90 degrees from his groin. There it was, for my wife and I to each assess, each in our own way. She released his boxers, letting them fall at his feet. "Ooh it looks really nice. Dennis, you're too modest, I wouldn't call that an average run-of-the-mill penis, you should be very proud of that. I mean, I'm not exactly an expert, but of the three I've seen lately, you really do stack up well."

He seized upon her revelation, "Three? So I guess two were when you swapped?"

"Yes, we told you that we'd had two recent experiences of swapping with close friends, just one night each to see if we liked it."

"And did you?"

"I'm here now with you, aren't I? Let's just say, we enjoyed it, but not enough for a repeat night. But it made us curious to see how it would be with a complete stranger. This was my idea but I knew that Mike would like seeing me again with another guy because it's been his secret fantasy all these years. We are agreed that this can only happen with you just this once. It's best for our marriage that way. I do like how each guy is different ... different shape, size, even technique in the way that each man has sex. What we both like is that I learn so much from having sex with other men. I hope that I might learn something from you too."

While Sherry and Dennis talked, I was checking out Dennis' cock ... from way down at the end of the bed. At first glance, it appeared that he was fortunate enough to combine the attributes of both Brian and me in one cock. Brian's had been maybe an inch longer than me whereas this guy was almost Brian's length combined with my thickness. Sherry should feel that thick extra half-inch when she has it inside her.

"Come on Dennis, let's get into bed now ... we can keep talking if you want, but I want us to be more comfortable?"

"Yes you're right," and Sherry kicked her shoes off and turned her back to him to get onto the bed end crawling into the middle. My wife's wonderful arse was one of her best features and I couldn't help but ogle it, then looking at Dennis to see that his mouth was open and his tongue hanging out. He had remained standing beside the bed, checking out my Sherry's arse. She rolled over onto her back, raising her arms outstretched in welcoming her new lover to join her.

"I was talking too much instead of letting you get on with it, wasn't I? It was probably because I'm nervous ... we women do that you know."

He quickly pulled his shoes and socks off and moved to join Sherry on the bed. It was a strangely surreal experience to see this man - a stranger to us - with his cock hard, rampant and ready, ease his naked body down alongside my equally naked wife. She rolled onto her side to face him and I watched him fit himself tightly against her from head to foot. Sherry raised her top leg up and wrapped it over his, making space for Dennis to slide his erection in between her labia lips.

Sex was about to happen on this hotel bed, my cock was as hard and throbbing as his. But this man, who had his pressed between the tops of her thighs, would get his relief inside her vagina long before I would.

They were kissing passionately again, all tongues and open mouths, one of his hands again roaming caressingly over my wife's naked arse cheeks. When the kiss eventually broke amid loud heavy breathing from both, his lips began to roam, planting soft affectionate kisses on her cheeks, her ear, her neck, then his mouth swept down onto her breasts, suckling on her nipples. Sherry's hands clasped the back of his head, pressing his face against her chest. His lips on her breasts, she avidly steered them to wherever it felt best for her. While I enjoyed Sherry's body nearly every night, I actually envied him at that moment, realising I may have to endure some mental torture in watching this to satisfy my voyeuristic fantasy.

Enthusiastic sounds of delight and pleasure emanated from my wife as she lived the moment, relishing the feel of this new man's naked body against hers, his hairy chest rubbing her smooth skin enough to remind her that she had a different man in bed with her tonight. I thought of her anticipation at this time, knowing a new cock was about to probe her vagina ... that Dennis could fuck her differently to the way I do, and the way Brian and Ben had recently, maybe even draw out new pleasures. She moaned and gasped. From her sounds, there was no doubting the intensity of the pleasure that she was gleaning from this man's lips and mouth on her breasts and nipples, arousing her to new heights.

He was on the move again, his whole body moving lower down the bed, his mouth at her navel, a lick from his tongue there, then onto her belly. She could delight in the anticipation, no mistaking where he was headed ... creating evolving pleasure centres ... lips, then neck, then breasts and now pussy. Sherry was living in the moment and I was watching it all unfold in living colour before my eyes. It might have long been my fantasy but now it was very real.

His lips passed over the few thin wisps of hair that remained around Sherry's pubis. They both remained on their sides, facing each other. Denis needed to have her legs apart for his lips and tongue to access her nether lips. Their bodies rolled as one as if on cue ... Sherry onto her back and his torso sliding over one leg to settle between her spreading thighs. His lips and tongue were softly kissing the inner slopes of her upper thighs, teasing my wife ... preparing her to receive his tongue in intimate contact with her emerging clitoris.

From where I sat with my feet resting on the bottom edge of the bed, I watched Dennis run his tongue up and down within the sweet wet folds of Sherry's outer labia. He looked to be confident about what he was doing and how he was doing it ... she had picked the right man in the bar. At last, he was there, much to my wife's delight, his lips closing around her clit and sucking and licking on it, her arse lifting up off the bed. "Oh yesssss!" she murmured.

My erection strained against the confines of my underwear. I didn't dare free it, I knew I could not be trusted to honour my vow to Sherry that I would wait until Dennis had left before seeking my relief. I did the best I could, laying my hand on the bulge in my trousers ... I was the only one in the room still fully clothed.

Dennis was teasing her now, his tongue backing off after bringing her enticingly close to orgasm. Sherry sounded to be hovering on the brink before he teasingly eased off, prompting her eyes to open and eliciting cries of "No, don't stop ... oh Dennis no, don't stop now ... oh, I was almost there."

The man applied his tongue to her clit once more and she humped her hips at him, seeking to ensnare that tongue permanently to her clitoris. She stretched her hands down to grasp chunks of the hair on his head. Loudly, she expressed the rise of her pleasure, resuming its rapid climb up the scale. Not to be denied this time, her hands clung to tufts of his hair, holding it firmly. She would rip it from the roots before allowing him to deny her again. Her hips humped, her thighs clamped his ears ... and release came, pounding and throbbing through her body.

Sherry was vocal, very loud, it was clearly intense for her ... and clearly satisfying as expressed by the look of sheer delight on her face as she crested at the peak, still smiling broadly as she came down from it. For me, to see another man give my wife such intense pleasure was akin to having watched her up close at our kitchen table when Brian took her from behind. Back then, I could vent my pent-up arousal on Cathy, but now here in this hotel room, I had no immediate relief.

A range of emotions raged through my mind, to see and hear Sherry deliriously pleasured by the stranger Dennis, my own cock throbbing within my clothing. I actually wanted this over now, I had seen enough, even before Dennis could get his cock inside my wife. I wanted to drag him off her, push him out the door, then discard my clothes as I headed for the bed to fuck my wife in frantic abandon until I pumped my cum inside her body.

"Oh my God, that was wonderful Dennis, just wonderful," Sherry was more than effusive in her praise, "I'm sorry, but you weren't quite right. Your fingers were quite effective downstairs, but your tongue ... oh, how do you do that. I don't think I've ever..."

What was my wife about to say? I saw her eyes flash momentarily across at me as she thought to stop herself from whatever over-the-top assertion she was about to make.

"More?" asked Dennis, his face still an inch from her nether lips.

"Oh God no Dennis! No more of that, but more of anything else."

"I'm thinking more tongue actually," he teased, swiping his tongue across her clit.

"N-o-o-o! It's too sensitive now! No, truly not, please Dennis," she begged as he gazed up over her body, their eyes locked on each other's faces.

His face delved into the inverted vee, his tongue swept up between her parted lips and his lips closed again over her hot button.

"Oh no, I can't take any more of that!" she begged but the man was undaunted, his lips picking up where he had left off previously.

My Sherry whimpered as if in pain, but then her hands shot down to grasp chunks of hair again and she brought her legs back so far that her knees almost touched her breasts. "Oh yes, oh so good ... you're right Dennis, don't stop at one."

She had always told me she couldn't endure a second burst of this because the clit became too sensitive after the first orgasm. Yet, here I was, having to watch this man bring my wife to a second orgasmic peak, just with his lips and tongue. He hadn't even got his cock anywhere close to her yet. Was I having fun, was this everything I anticipated?