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Upon our arrival downtown, I parked in The Hotel Sibley’s garage. Since I had a little time to spend with my horny wife before I had to leave for my meetings, we had a cup of coffee in the hotel’s café. While we chatted, we made plans to meet in the kinkiest bar in the city at five-o’clock, The Conference Room, located just a few doors away from The Hotel Sibley, the classiest hotel in the city. Vicki and I have never been to The Conference Room. Their website boasts of having six private conference rooms ‘to negotiate’ in. On top of that, their big conference room even has a king-size bed, mirrored walls, and a large shower. Truth is I found their website by accident. I also discovered that a local writer, Shelly, has a blog dedicated to The Conference Room. He chronicles some crazy-ass straight, gay, and bisexual public-sex that he claims to have witnessed, sometimes right at the bar, as well as in private conference rooms. He also states that exhibitionists and swingers will often leave their door open for people to either watch or join in. Needless to say this place piqued our interest. As for Tara, Vicki and I both felt she would ever step foot in Escort bodrum the place. Just as I was about to leave for my meetings, I jokingly asked Vicki if she intended to try her hand as a ‘high-class hooker in training’ today, and once again I expressed to her how hot she looked. This time she just laughed at my comment. But then as I started to turn and walk way, Vicki blurted out with a great deal of anxiety, “Alex, you really are okay with me having sex with a total stranger today, and for money?” “Babe,” I replied, “I’m okay with whatever you decide. Just be honest with me and be careful… And Babe, play it safe – buy some condoms.” With that said, I kissed my beautiful wife, I told her that I love her, and then I went on my way. ***** The building that my meetings were held at was only a block away from the hotel, a short walk. It was an older ten-story office building that I’ve been in many times. My meetings were in an eighth-floor office suite. When I looked at the time, I knew that I had at least twenty-minutes to kill. I also knew today’s meetings would never start on time. As hot as Vicki had me in the car, Escort Kuşadası masturbating and then ejaculating the way that she did, squirting so hard that she soaked my glove-box, I needed to release my sexual frustrations – I needed to cum. Horny as hell, I decided to take the elevator up to the tenth-floor men’s room. I was well aware that it was rarely used since the entire tenth-floor is vacant and under renovation. There, I could beat my meat while I fantasize about my naughty wife fucking a strange cock, or making a guy pay to fuck her squirting pussy. Fuck, I love to watch her suck and fuck. When I reached the tenth-floor there were sounds of construction workers, although I didn’t see any. I was able to slip into the men’s room unnoticed. To my surprise the walls were recently painted, but dry, and the stall doors were removed. Not having a door in a remote men’s room on an empty floor was not about to stop me from doing what I needed to do – I needed to cum. As soon as I dropped trou in the end stall, I sat on the pot. Within seconds I had my hardening cock in my hand, stroking it ever so slowly as blood filled bodrum escort my eight-inch tool. Once hard, I got a nice pump going while I reminisced about Vicki’s naked body in the car and truckers blowing their horns at her. What a slut she can be, and I love it. Suddenly, with the thought of my wife’s luscious bare pussy hovering over my face, and Tara’s incredible mouth sucking the life out of my cock, I stood up, closed my eyes, and then I continued to pound my meat, faster, and faster, and faster. As soon as I came close to blowing my load, I slowed my pace. Still stroking my cock, I decided to take all of my clothes off, just like Vicki did in the car, socks and shoes included. I then stepped out of the stall. This men’s room was big, and I was beyond hot. I decided to stand in front of a urinal and masturbate. My cock was oozing pre-cum. I fingered as much as I could, and then I sucked it off my finger. After I tasted my pre-cum, I suddenly had the urge to suck a cock – any cock. I wanted to feel a huge load splatter against the back of my throat. Eyes again closed, I then fingered more pre-cum, and then I sucked on my finger, imagining it was a stranger’s big hard cock feeding me his sticky male jizz. All of a sudden, the men’s room lights went out, and then one small light began to shine. Since this was a big room, it was pretty dark if you were not near the light. I continued to stand in front of a urinal and pump my cock.
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