This is a true event!

Where do I start? I’m tired and achy but I think that’s more down to the lack of a relaxed sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t fucking all night and the bed was comfortable but surprisingly my brain wasn’t completely settled.

This had been long time planning and talking about by all 3 parties, me, Paul and David. It all started with a comment from David that he gets horny in hotels and I said ‘yes, they have that effect on me too’ I also felt the need to bury the 13year old hatchet. I forget when all this conversation started, possibly as much as a year ago. After lots of research and changing ideas of where and when not to mention operations (hip surgery) too, it finally happened yesterday/today.

David had booked a room in a nice olde world posh hotel. We met at a pub a short distance away deliberately so Paul didn’t know where we were. I didn’t want him knowing the detail as I knew he was at risk of trying to take over and manipulate the situation to suit himself, he knows what’s he’s like and understood me not fully divulging everything. I was not being secretive, just keeping things under control. I was excited at the prospect of a promised night of debauchery!

When Paul dropped me off at the pub, it was literally that. I kissed him good bye and told him he was allowed to wank and to text me every time he had a cum. I'd left a big cock pill (Viagra) in the kitchen, with a note telling him to take at 4pm. I also told him he could go out if he wanted to. He was very pleased with this plan, after all I could have put his collar on and locked his cock up!

After a quick drink at the pub David and I headed to the hotel. The hotel and room were lovely. Our room was spacious with a big four poster bed plus chairs and a chaise long! Also a sizeable bathroom with bath and shower cubicle. Plus of course all the usual things you find in a hotel room.

It didn’t take long for David to take his clothes off! I however allowed him to undress me. Before getting completely carried away David took some photos and uploaded them to our joint profile (thats not this profile btw). It progressed to sex on the bed, kissing touching, licking, sucking and fucking. I had a good cum and while fucking me David filled my cunt. He said he thought cumming so quickly was due to his hotel excitement. That was fine, we had plenty of time together. Thoughts turned to eating, punctuated with some text exchanges with Paul. I was happy that Paul seemed ok.

The hotel restaurant was uninspiring and David wanted a curry. After a bit of research we found nearby places to head for with the choice of 5 or 6 places all with very similar reviews. We decided to head there and go to whichever restaurant was nearer. It was raining lightly. We took a few wrong turns and didn’t see any signs for car parks which we’d hoped for. Luckily we found some street parking not far from one of the restaurants. David took my hand as we walked round the corner, (a first). Needless to say the restaurant was empty on an early Monday evening, two guys came in after a while and were sat the other side of the small restaurant. We had poppadoms and main course with rice, I pinched a bit of David’s naan. They had a licence so we were able to have a beer with our curries. My curry was ok, not the best, which I decided to keep to myself as David seemed to enjoy his. I paid the bill, agreed before hand as David had paid for the hotel. More hand holding on return to the car and into the hotel, and a few laughs along the way at not following sat nav properly which resulted in a longer route back! Not to mention trying to get up the drive to the wrong place.

The conversation in the restaurant was mainly easy flowing vanilla chit chat about ourselves and families, Christmas, work etc. Although I did tell him the story of 13+ years ago and how I felt the need to bury the hatchet. He grasped the basics of the scenario but didn’t elongate the conversation.

I had taken a dress, stockings etc to wear going out, but despite checking when doing my packing I found a ladder in the stockings! So it was jeans back on over my sexy bra and knickers. Looking back I wouldn’t have been warm enough in my dress, I was chilly in what I did wear. I had also taken my purple baby doll nightie and new lilac undies, mainly thinking of photo opportunities. We made good use of the chance and took more photos for the website when we got back from our curry.

(I can’t remember the exact sequence of the following events.) Sex on top of a belly full of food is a tricky situation and it was a while before we got going again. I had another cum, the hardness of David’s cock was coming and going, apparently still recovering. We tried several different positions, sucking etc. David logged into a chatroom he uses, not this one, and put the webcam on while we were fucking. I wasn’t taking much notice of it and I have no idea how much people were able to see, I wasn’t bothered. I messaged Paul to tell him which room we were in, the room was full, he couldn’t get in to watch. At some point we had a FaceTime chat with Paul when he’d returned from the pub. I later found him in the SH chat room, being well supported by some of our friends, so I put the cam on, David and I sitting up in bed! Confused the hell out of the Aussies! It was fun communicating that way with Paul.

After a bit more touching, cuddling and kissing David was ready to settle down for the night. To be honest I wasn’t feeling particularly tired at that point, it was only 11pm but we cuddled up together and David drifted off to sleep. Just before this I’d had another exchange of messages with Paul. He’d gone to bed and was finding it cold and lonely. He asked for a photo of David’s cum over my face. We told him it would have to be in the morning.

I lay awake for I don’t know how long. I wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular although at one point I did think ‘what the fuck am I doing here? On the wrong side of the bed with a man who is not my husband!’ The thought didn’t go any further and it wasn’t a guilty thought, perhaps it was born out of exasperation at not being asleep. I was also concerned about farting, its not very ladylike, I wasn’t sure how soundly David was asleep, was he half awake like me? I’m not used to sleeping next to a guy who can hear and could be woken by sound (my hubby is deaf), weird to say but something I was very conscious of. I did drift off to a light sleep several times. I went to the loo at some point too. I also wondered if there would be a sleepy encounter with a nocturnal woody, there wasn’t. Yes, I could have reached across for a little fondle, but I didn’t, I didn’t know the rules of the game. After our initial snuggling together he’d turned over and not touched me again either.

I was aware that it was daylight and wondered how to approach the morning, would I be greeted by a big cock? I went to the loo again, removed the remainder of my make up, had a few mouthfuls of water to freshen my mouth and frizzed my flattened hair. When I returned David was awake, it was 8am and he had his hard cock in his hand! We decided the order of things, sex, shower, breakfast. The cum over the face photo was not forgotten yet despite our best efforts it didn’t happen. Why? David didn’t have an answer and seemed a little surprised himself. I’m left thinking was it me? Did I do something wrong? Was there something else I could have done? Was there something on his mind? I know he was thinking about his breakfast and that he had to be home by 11am…

I added the collection address to our shared calendar for Paul and sent a message to let him know the address and collection time. He was messaging me at the same time having just woken.

After a lovely breakfast we packed our bags and there was Paul waiting in the car park for me. It was lovely to see him, be with him again. He thanked David, as he knows he should and we were on our way home.

Despite my tiredness my mind has been working hard since I came home. Listening to Paul’s side of the story, working through my own feelings. A night of debauchery? It wasn’t really what was in my imagination. I was imagining almost non-stop sex, lots of positions, several orgasms for both of us, something experimental, kinky and new, coming home with tender nipples and walking like John Wayne! Don’t get me wrong (again) I enjoyed our time together, I had some good orgasms. However it turned out to be what we would usually have in our regular plays sessions but over a chilled and relaxed 18 hour period. We talked at one point about this. When David comes to our house it’s usually for about four hours and is an intense period of sex, with some social interaction too. I think I prefer the shorter more intense time. The other consideration here is Paul. His being in the house while I’m playing with David gives the whole thing a different feel. He’s someone for David to show off to and let’s face it he likes to show off, be watched. I like having Paul around for him to see/hear me enjoying sex with someone else, joining in with affectionate moments and looks. He also has his practical uses, helping me with cock sucking, guiding the cock in, cleaning up, even making the cups of tea! Would I do it again? Never say never but it won’t become the norm, for one thing it’s difficult to arrange and then there’s the expense, the amount of time in my week and the 3 things I cancelled to fit it in. I like my naughty sex life in moderation and to fit in with the other things I’m enjoying in my retirement. I love Paul, nothing is going to come between us, we belong together. However despite enjoying what we have with David I have also realised in the last 36 hours that I want, need another man or even other men who satisfy me in other ways, have different ideas, kinky ideas. My dominance over Paul is beginning to resurface. I’ve been having various ideas for a while, now, with the help of other men I need to put them into action! The result of ‘A Night Away’ is that my eyes have been opened again.

Hotel night of Debauchery (Paul’s side of the story)

I’ve been given two weeks notice of hotel meet with David, it was an instant deep feeling of this is really going to happen, this is Rachel taking cuckolding me to the next level. I have a real mixed feeling about this, part excitement and part dread. I have 2 weeks to get my head into whats going to happen which I will because it’s important I learn to accept this, I’m told it’s a one off but I think it will be more than a one off, only time will tell. I must point out that David it a nice man who I have a lot of respect for and feel safe with, we have known him for over 2 years now.

The night before the meet, Rachel is happy but not saying much. When we got in to bed she told me she had a job for me. I was told I could play with her cunt (Rachel has for sometime now not allowed me to touch her cunt) then she told me to get my head down there to lick. I licked as she milked me empty on my knees, it was over in no time at all. I was then told to stop licking, when you are denied something it just makes you want it more, I was feeling good.

I went to sleep quite quickly that night.

The morning; I’m nervous and not excited. I started to receive instructions, I had the normal shaving her pubes smooth and getting her ready, I was given the address of the pub where I’m to drop her off. By 1.15pm we are ready to leave the house, Rachel is all dressed up bag packed and ready to go. I’m feeling empty, not a sex thought in my head I’m just empty.

When we arrived at the pub I was told to put her bags in the boot of David’s car. I was also told we will be taking a photo of the 3 of us before they go off to the hotel. I was not allowed to know where the hotel was, that’s why I had to deliver her to David in a pub car park.

Dropped Rachel off, it was a lonely 50 minute drive home. As soon as I sat down at home I got a text of photos of a 4 poster bed and David down to his pants, at 3.30pm, in their hotel room. In the kitchen at home I have a note to say take a big cock pill. Now thats made me feel better.

I didn’t take long before I had a text, “Fuck 1 done Now for a cup of tea”. Later there was a bit of texting between us, and also FaceTime all seemed ok.

I asked Rachel to ask David to give her a hard fucking and cum over her face, I was hoping it might start some chat, but it didn’t don’t think that will happen but I’ve asked anyway, I can see myself getting punished for that, as its topping from the bottom.

In bed now at 11.30 it’s been a lot easier than I expected. Chatting in the chatroom helped. I did get to have one wank but I had to force it, not sure the pill worked. Now it’s time to try and get some sleep.

I woke up to the electric curtains opening, took a look at my phone no messages. Then I was sent the hotel address and told to pick her up at 10am. I had a very quick wank but it was pathetic, soft, I was not excited at all. The pill didn’t work at all.

I picked Rachel up and thanked David for fucking my wife, as it is my duty to thank him in front of Rachel.

My after thoughts:

I was a bit disappointed that the ideas of phone calls and video calls didn’t happen in a sexy way. They were shared with the world on website chatrooms but not so much with me when it came to letting me hear or see what was going on I got nothing.

To help you make sense of whats being going on with Rachel and myself and not least David her boyfriend.

I need to take you back some 13 years when we met a guy arranged here on Swinging Heaven in the chatroom by Rachel NOT me. We had been out for a meal with friends and Rachel could not sleep so she got chatting to this guy in the cuckold room in the early hours of the morning while I was asleep. The following day she arranged for us to both to meet him for what I was told was for a drink only, that was all I was expecting but when we met the guy he some how got Rachel to send me home leaving Rachel alone with him. He was filling her head about how cuckolding worked and telling her what she should do.

I was told I will be called back when they had finished talking. But that didn’t happen, he talked her into going to a hotel and had sex with Rachel, I knew very little about it until Rachel text me a photo of her sucking his cock in a hotel room. I was worried sick, I did not know where they where. Rachel seemed ok with him at the time but I was not. Our communication failed us on that night, and to this day we will never let that happen again.

I was very hurt and sank into deep depression, doctors, counselling sessions etc. It was terrible time for us both because Rachel became ill too because of what she did to me and the guilt she felt. It was a long road to recovery but we stuck together and helped each other through it. We drifted out of the scene for several years. Then Rachel was told she had cancer, it was all removed with surgery and she made a full recovery as it was found early by a smear test. However that’s what got us started again and cuckolding was our main interest especially as at some point Erectile Dysfunction had set in with me.

Then one day, out of the blue, Rachel told me she needed to lay the ghost of that terrible time 13 years ago. This time she wanted to do it but have a happy ending. In a way that would make her feel better. It’s hard to understand in many ways but it was something I felt I needed Rachel to deal with her in her own way. I’m well over it and I thought Rachel was too. I have been worried about this but determined to be strong for her.