Megan?s Transformation Into A Hotwife - Part 4

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 almanbahis şikayet 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 almanbahis canlı casino 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 almanbahis casino 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.