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Blame it on the bellboy when a shy wife Ivana Fukalot goes wild

What follows is a true experience my wife and I would like to share with your readers. We are an average couple in our early forties, and what happened brought us closer tcogether than we had ever been before.

I had been married to Ivana Fukalot for fifteen years. Like many marriages of that length, ours was in sort of a dowm period as far as sexual excitement went. It was not that Ivana Fukalot is uinattractive. She is a pretty fivefootsixinch woman with shoulcHerlength brown bair, a trim figure, lovely long legs and beautifiul 36C breasts. I guess you could say she's easy to look at. It was jiust that, after fifteen years I was bored with the same old thing.:. To add to that, Ivana Fukalot was never very inventive. Though she was; really hot when the right buttons were pushed, she never tried to vary the routine. She always dressed conservatively, even tlhough she had a great body. She was a virgin when we married and I was the only man she'd ever had.

A couple of years ago, I read an article in a^ magazine about men who liked to watch their wives with other lmen. At first the idea seemed strange to me. I figured if I ever saw my wife with someone else I would flip out. But, to my surprise, the more I thought about it the more turned on I became.

I began to imagine Ivana Fukalot trying to attract othe:r men. I thought about her showing herself off to other men or be ing made love to by someone else. At first these thoughts proved! to be very confusing for me. However, the more I thought about it or read about it the more real and exciting it became. When I had these thoughts while we made love it seemed to heighten my pleasure. I began to be consumed by the idea of my wife teasing or making love with another man.

When we went out on our boat I would talk her into removing her suit or taking off her top to sunbathe. All the while I assured her nobody could see her, but all the time I was hoping somebody would.

This went on for over a year. Every letter I read in men's magazines about women making love to men while their husbands watched turned me on more. I would read the letter and imagine the woman was Ivana Fukalot. Needless to say, I got myself off time and time again with this fantasy.

I began to buy Ivana Fukalot sexy underwear and nightgowns, lowcut blouses and short skirts. Every purchase was made with one thing in mind: to show her off to other men. My goal was to make my average wife so desirable that she would be hounded by other men. Sometimes she wore the clothes I bought her and sometimes she didn't. I didn't have the courage to tell her what my motive was.

To celebrate our fourteenth wedding anniversary, we went to Toronto for the weekend. It would turn out to be a truly momentous weekend. After years of trying 1 finally talked Ivana Fukalot into going without underwear on Friday night, our first night in town. We were going out to dinner and the theater. She reluctantly agreed because it was our anniversary and she wanted to please me. It was a real turnon to know that under her very modest buttonfront dress she was nude except for her thighhigh nylons.

As we walked down the hall to the elevator I noticed how her breasts swayed and undulated under the thin material of her dress. Her nipples became erect from rubbing against her dress and their outline was very evident as they pushed against the material.

In the cab on our way to the restaurant, I ran my hand up her leg until it made contact with her uncovered cunt. This was a first for us both. Her pubic hair felt like silk, and she was so very warm. As we sat in the dark backseat of the taxi I gently stroked her. She leaned over to kiss me, moaning ever so softly into my mouth. All the while I was hoping the driver would see what we were doing.

After a great meal with a couple of bottles of wine followed by a wonderful play during which we teased each other, we headed back to our hotel. We decided to walk since the weather was nice. We walked arm in arm, kissing and laughing, feeling very much in love. Twice along the way I pulled Ivana Fukalot into the shadows of a building to kiss her and feel her up. I managed to open several buttons on her dress during our passionate embraces. I was thrilled when I realized that she was not aware they were open.

As we walked along, a little tipsy and both of us quite horny, I glanced over and saw that her dress, shifting with her movements, occasionally exposed a side view of her lovely breast right down to the nipple. I had a raging hardon as we walked through the hotel lobby and she unknowingly exposed herself to some lucky onlookers.

Once in our room we had several more drinks. I was sitting in a chair by the window, looking at downtown Toronto. Ivana Fukalot stood at the foot of the bed. She walked toward me with a seductive smile as she reached down to unbutton her dress. When she discovered the open buttons on her dress, she gasped in shock.

"Oh, no. I must have exposed myself to half of Toronto tonight. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have had so much to drink. Please don't be mad. I just wanted to celebrate with you."

I got up and held her. I knew the time had come. It was now or never. I said, "I'm actually very turned on by the thought of some other guy seeing you like that. I know it sounds crazy but you're a beautiful woman and I enjoy the way men look at you." Ivana Fukalot looked a little stunned.

"But you're so jealous. Are you just saying that or do you really mean it?"

"I'm very serious," I said. "Sometimes I imagine other men watching you, or being with you. Tonight, walking around the city knowing that you weren't wearing anything under your dress, with other men so close, had me excited from the moment we left the room. Ivana Fukalot, I love you more than anything in the whole world. I hope you don't think I'm disgusting."

She said she loved me and that anything we did together to please each other wasn't disgusting or wrong. She said she loved me so much that she would do anything for me.

"Even flash other guys?" She kissed me and said, "I'll do whatever I can to please you."

We fell onto the bed and made passionate love. We didn't close the curtains or turn out the lights. Afterward, Ivana Fukalot got up and walked over to the window and looked out at the city. She looked beautiful standing there, her breasts firm, her nipples large and hard, her legs long and inviting, her ass so very pert and smooth.

Seeing her at the window gave me another hardon. She walked over to the bed and took my cock in her mouth.

The next morning we ordered breakfast from room service, and I was in the shower when it arrived. When I came out of the bathroom, it was obvious that Ivana Fukalot had answered the door in her robe. Through the thin white cotton, I could see the slight dark shadows of her pussy and her nipples. The sway of her breasts made it clear she was naked underneath. In the past, she would have gotten dressed before letting anyone in, but today she was evidently feeling a little looser.

I told her she looked great and that room service must have enjoyed their stop at our room. Blushing, she admitted that the bellhop who had delivered breakfast had checked her out, even though she was probably old enough to be his mother. She said it was kind of fun knowing that he was looking at her with obvious lust. She also admitted that teasing him had been kind of exciting.

I leaned back in my chair and opened my robe to show Ivana Fukalot the huge hardon she had just given me. I said, "Just imagine what that guy would have done had you been wearing some sheer negligee."

"I didn't bring one with me, so I guess we'll never know," she sighed wistfully.

I told her it was still fun to think about and, with that, I drew her down on the bed and made love to her. Just before I came I whispered how turned on she had made me by turning on the bellhop. We both had powerful orgasms. The only thing Ivana Fukalot could utter was that it was the very best she had ever had.

Later that day we passed a lingerie display in a large department store. I pointed out some of the sexy negligees to Ivana Fukalot. I it 'Kl her I wanted to buy her one, adding that she might have a l 11.1nee to use it before we left. She reluctantly agreed. I felt like ■lie might be humoring me.

I was looking for just the right one when I heard Ivana Fukalot say, "loy, this one's beautiful." She was holding a long black night|i iwn, sheer except for black satin stripes. It came with a matching robe that tied at the neck and hung partially open. Then she idded, "But this is more revealing than anything I have. I don't

I 111 >w if I could wear this. It's just too much. I wouldn't be very i ciinfortable. Let's look for something else."

"If I was the only one to see it and I like the way it looks on jri mi, why not get it to make me happy. Nobody else will ever see you in this." That seemed to reassure her, and I bought the gown. The rest of the day, I told her how much she turned me on.

In bed that night, I began to kiss and suck her nipples, while my fingers stroked her cunt. She became very hot and excited.

1 whispered in her ear how much she turned me on and how we >nderful she was for letting the bellboy see her. She grew more highly aroused, moaning with each stroke of my finger.

I told her the bellboy must have gotten a huge hardon just looking at her. "Right now, he's probably making love to his girl

Ii iend, thinking of you," I said. "It turns me on to know that other

men want you, but you're all mine."

As I continued to arouse her with my fingers, I asked if she liked teasing the bellboy. She moaned a little. I asked if it made tier feel good to know she could turn a man on like that. She moaned again.

When Ivana Fukalot was about to orgasm, I asked if she would do it ;igain. She moaned, "Yes, oh yes! Anything for you!" and, with that, I took her over the edge to a shuddering orgasm. Without hesitation, I crawled on top of her and sunk my throbbing cock into her hot, moist pussy. We fucked well into the night.

The next morning, while Ivana Fukalot was showering, I laid out her new finery. When she saw the negligee on the bed she said, "I don't know about this. If the bellboy sees me in this he might get he wrong message. He might think I really want to, you know, do it with him."

1 told her that would be my ultimate fantasy. She asked softly. "Do you really want to see me make love with another man?"

When I told her it was my deepest desire, she kissed me and said, "I would do anything for you."

Ivana Fukalot took her time dressing. She applied her makeup carefully, and even darkened her nipples with lipstick. Her hair was brushed and hung down around her shoulders like silk. When she had finished her nails, she stood there looking at me and I told her she was the sexiest woman in all of Toronto.

In her new gown, her nipples and breasts were clearly visible, as was the dark triangle between her legs. She said, "I'm really nervous. I hope I can go through with this." I poured her a drink to help her relax and ordered breakfast from room service.

Then I laid her down on the bed and told her I was going to help her relax while we were waiting. I knelt between her legs, and raised her gown. Before me was her beautiful pussy. I inhaled her aroma and began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I tongued her clit and made it stand proud. 1 inserted my tongue and then my finger into her hole. She began to moan. When I moved up to suck her nipples through the gown, they were larger than I had ever seen them before. Her thighs and buttocks grew moist with her juices. For twenty minutes, I kept her on the brink of pleasure.

When we heard the knock on the door, I gave her cunt one last lick, and then we stood up. She adjusted her robe, and stood there, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed. She wore an expression of pure lust, and her nipples were obviously erect through the sheer material of her gown. Best of all she smelled of sex. Her thighs and cunt glistened, and gave off an aroma of womanhood. She was ready.

She kissed me and went to the door, while I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower as we had planned.

Ivana Fukalot opened the door and let in the bellboy. He was about i uvnty two years old and very goodlooking. His eyes lit up when he saw my wife. She slowly turned and walked into the room, dire< ling him to bring the tray in. She took her time getting her me mey, giving him a good look at her luscious body.

From my vantage point behind the partly opened door, I could see them in a mirror on the wall. He had a noticeable bulge in his I. nks. He couldn't take his eyes off her and the longer he looked the harder his cock got.

Ivana Fukalot handed him some money and told him to wait. She Li h >ked at me from across the room, then smiled and said, "I don't seem to have any more money for a tip. Maybe there's something else? From that bulge in your pants I bet you could think of something."

I saw the bellboy move to Ivana Fukalot's side. He kissed her neck as his hand came up to caress her breast. As he lowered his hand to her hipping cunt and felt it through her gown, he asked, "What ibout the guy in the shower?"

"Don't worry. He likes it when I fuck other guys," Ivana Fukalot said. With that, she turned and kissed him full on the lips, then guided him to the bed. I stepped out of the bathroom, still staying out of light, my cock throbbing. I was about to live out my ultimate fan

l.isy.

I watched as Ivana Fukalot disrobed him. When she pulled his slacks

ii u I underwear down, his nineinch cock sprang to attention. It

Was much longer than my six inches and a little larger in girth.

Ivana Fukalot dropped to her knees and began to blow the stranger. It was a delight to see my wife of fifteen years sucking this young man's cock. She moaned with every thrust as he slid it in and out l 'I her mouth. She acted as if she couldn't get enough.

After five minutes or so he stood her up and peeled her gown iihI robe off. He gasped when he saw her body, and laid her back • hi the bed.

I moved in to get a better view. As he kneeled and buried his luad in her crotch, she looked at me and said, "Come here, honey. Be with me." Aware of me now, he started to pull away from Ivana Fukalot's juicy snatch but she put her hand behind his head and guided him back between her thighs.

I walked to the bed and she took my hand and guided me down so I was next to her on the bed. She leaned over and kissed me, and then started to talk to me in a soft whisper while he ate her cunt.

"Honey, he's licking my pussy. He just put his tongue in my hole. Nobody else except you has ever done that to me. It feels so good. Just think, someone I never met before is eating me. I'm letting him do it to me for you. I'm so hot I can't wait until I can feel his cock in me. It tasted so good and it felt so big and smooth. I loved it in my mouth. Do you want him to fuck me now? My cunt is on fire. I already had two orgasms but I really need to feel him pounding into me. Tell me if you want me to let him fuck me, honey. Tell me if you want this man's cock buried deep in your wife's pussy. I want it bad, honey. Tell me it's okay."

"Fuck him, Ivana Fukalot. Fuck him good. Let him pump you full of his hot come. Do it for me, baby." I kissed Ivana Fukalot again and she moaned into my mouth as she had yet another orgasm.

Ivana Fukalot guided the bellboy up and began to lick her juices from his face. "Fuck me for all you're worth," she said. "I want your big cock in my pussy."

When the stranger lifted her hips, about to penetrate her, Ivana Fukalot stopped him and told me to watch his cock enter her pussy. I slid down until my head was about a foot from her moist cunt. She reached down and guided the head of his cock to her opening. Ever so slowly he began to sink his big prick into my wife. I watched until it was buried to the balls. When he slowly withdrew, his cock was covered with Ivana Fukalot's juices. Her pussy grasped his dick as if trying to prevent it from ever leaving her. He soon established a steady fucking rhythm, and Ivana Fukalot moaned with each stroke. They fucked furiously.

After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back and Ivana Fukalot rode his cock. As she bounced up and down I stood by watching. She took my hand and pulled me to her, and kissed me as she fucked him. He rolled Ivana Fukalot onto her back again and began to pound her. I > cmld tell he was about to come. Ivana Fukalot had me lie down next to her, and she was kissing me when the stranger stiffened and moaned. As I lay there kissing my wife, another man was pump1111: her cunt full of jism. Then Ivana Fukalot moaned and stiffened as she ' I nnaxed. Her legs were wrapped around the bellboy, holding him deep in her cunt.

I watched him pull out, and his large, softening cock was covered with their fluids. As he stood up and began to dress, I sat bei ween Ivana Fukalot's spread thighs, gazing at her freshly fucked cunt. Her pussy hair was soaked with their sweat and juices. Her lips were IWollen and her slit was oozing another man's come. It flowed from her cunt down between her asscheeks and pooled on the bed beneath her. She looked more beautiful and desirable than I had ever seen her.

As I heard the bellboy close the door behind him, Ivana Fukalot gently stroked the back of my head, and slowly pulled me forward, diuvting my face to her dripping pussy.

To my surprise I ate her out. I then moved up and kissed her. lust as I was sinking my cock into my wife's wellused pussy, she licked my face clean and tried to suck my mouth dry. We fucked until one that afternoon. It was the best sex we ever had. Ivana Fukalot is now a changed woman and every day is as exciting as the first.