My husband (M) was invited along to an away trip with a group of friends. The friends do this a couple of times a year, but M doesn’t usually go. He says he’s a bit lightweight for four days of hard drinking these days. They are all mid-40s, so getting a bit old for this carry-on.
Destination this time was Krakow. This is a place I’ve always wanted to visit, so I talked M into booking it up for me and him to go a few days before his friends, and then he could meet up with them. It meant I got to visit Poland, and he had an excuse not to drink for four days straight.
We booked flights for a few days before his friends came back a day after they left but booked the same hotel. M was happy with this as he was sure their flight would end up on the news.
We had a good few days doing all the touristy stuff. It was quite hard going with M rushing, trying to see all he could. I was looking forward to his friends coming so I could take it easy, wander round the markets, and do a bit of shopping.
His friends arrived in the hotel like a tornado. Everyone heard them. Delayed flight just meant more airport drinks. It was early afternoon, and they were already drunk. The only intention was to get the bags in the room and straight out to the bar.
Having been there a few days already, we guided everyone to a nearby bar. My intention to leave them at it quickly vanished as I was being included in every round. I don’t remember eating that night, but I took up smoking of all things. A lot of comments were made about the local women. It seemed they were all models. I commented that they looked classy and sexy the way they sat, blowing clouds of smoke into the air. One of M’s friends (D) decided to teach me to smoke. He was the only one in the group that did, as he said I could be as classy and sexy as any one of the locals.
I wasn’t very good at it. I don’t think I really inhaled it, just held the smoke in my mouth before releasing it. D said I was classy and sexy.
It was good being out with the guys. It didn’t take long before they forgot I was there and were talking to each other like there wasn’t a woman in their company. It was funny hearing of their many sexual disasters and escapades.
Next I remember was being woken at 10 a.m. with the first up getting everyone up, and we were all back at a bar for 11am, i was told that I’m pretty much experiencing a stag do without a wedding at the end. I will be coming along as “no man gets left behind.” It took a couple of drinks to get me back in the swing of it, but another full day of drinking was happening. Stories from the previous night were told, and apparently, D had to put one of the other guys to bed, which resulted in him seeing him fully naked. Something most of the group had experienced at some point.
Around 7pm the first two of the group got out in a taxi back to the hotel. Around 9 p.m., the next two left. They tried to be sneaky, but it was off to the lap dancing or a brothel. It was after 10 p.m. when I headed back to the hotel with M, D, and their other friend L. L was the one that got put to bed the night before.
We stopped off to buy some drinks, then all headed to our room. We put some music on and continued the drinking. The room wasn’t ideal for guests. One chair that D had taken, M and I sat on the bed, and L sat on the floor.
The chat was fun and lighthearted, with M and I telling them of the sexual scrapes we had gotten into in the past.
L eventually fell asleep, so it was decided it was time to take him back to his room. The three of us accompanied him, and when he finally gave up the argument that he was fine and could stay up drinking, he quickly undressed in front of us all, meaning that everyone, including me on the trip, had now seen his cock. He made a point of asking me to look at it while he flopped it side to side and asked me if I liked it. He even asked if “I wanted to touch his Willy.” He did have a nice cock and stole another quick look before getting out of the room.
M and D teased me when we got back to our room as I was apparently staring at it. They kept going until I confessed to looking at it and that I thought he had a really nice cock.
They teased more about how I was probably wet after seeing it, and D spoke about how lucky M was that I would be taking it out on him later.
Them talking about me like that really turned me on. I liked that they were thinking about me like that, and the truth was I was really wet and I could feel it. I was close to telling them both that when D offered me a cigarette to calm myself down.
M isn’t a fan of smoking, so he and D were having a playful argument about how it wasn’t sexy to see a girl smoking. D challenged me to show him how sexy it was, so feeling brave, I straddled M on the bed, took a draw, and slowly blew the smoke on his face. He admitted that was sexy, and D said it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and would be using that image to get himself off later. M claimed he had the better view, and D agreed. I know that was likely for my benefit. We finished the last of our drinks, and D left for his room.
The door had hardly shut when I was grabbing for M’s belt, trying to get his cock out. He asked me if it was the sight of cock earlier or the talk with D that had got me so worked up. I admitted it was both and begged him to fuck me.
M took the straps of my top down and removed my bra, squeezing my nipples to get them hard before fixing my top. He then asked if I had any cigarettes, knowing full well that only D had them. He asked me if I wanted another smoke. I said yes. Then he said that I better hurry before D goes to sleep. I reminded him that he won’t be going straight to sleep; he is going to get himself off. Remember, the M said I should offer him the view that he got. I confirmed that M was sure what he was asking me to do, and he confirmed. I opened the door to call M’s bluff, and he pulled me back in. He turned me to face him and started lifting my skirt. The skirt wasn’t anything sexy; it was a basic, black ankle-length silk-effect one. As he got the skirt up, he put his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down. I stepped out of them as he fixed my skirt. Then he opened the door and guided me into the hallway.
It was only five or so doors up to D’s room, so it wasn’t long before I chapped the door lightly as I was so nervous of what to say or do. It was a short period of time, but the realisation that my husband had removed my underwear and sent me to his friend’s room had set in.
He heard the light chappage as he opened the door. I asked if he had any more cigarettes, and he let me in straight away. He had gotten ready for bed already, just in his boxers. I was really nervous, but he was cracking jokes about the mad night and L’s bedtime show while he got me a cigarette.
As the jokes were flowing, I jokingly asked if he had sorted himself out already, and he replied that he was rudely interrupted as he was about to start, but the extra images he was getting just now would help him. I said I’m lucky he isn’t L, as he would have probably started while I stood there as I blew the smoke right at him. He told me to be careful as he isn’t much different to L. I said to him that I could give him the view that M got if that would help. He said he would love that, so I told him to lie back.
I started to raise my skirt, realising I didn’t do that for M got me nervous but I kept going. The only thing between us was his boxer shorts. I started slowly grinding on him. I could feel the shape of him on my pussy. I put the cigarette in my mouth and lowered both of the straps on my top letting my breasts free. I said to him that now he had the best view, he was meeting my grinding motion with a thrust of his hips. There was a different feeling down there as well, it felt like skin on skin. It was like the top of his cock had escaped his boxers. His hands were on me now. He was pulling my hips down to meet his thrusts. It felt like there was more of his cock out now, I felt like I was sliding along his shaft not boxers.
On the next pass instead of pulling my hips into him he raised me up and I felt the head of his cock between my lips. He gave the lightest of pushes and he was in. At this point I wasn’t sure how big he was but I felt a good bit away from being back down where i started. As I started taking more I realised that length wasn’t the only issue. He is thick. It felt similar to when M uses four fingers in me and starts working the knuckles in, only not as sore. By this point the cigarette was on the side table it was all I could do to to try and work out a way of riding this thing. I started small trying to take a little more each time. I had to ask him not to thrust as I won’t be able to take it.
I can count on one hand the amount of times I have had an orgasm just from penetration, and two of the times was then.
He finished in me, luckily I’m on the pill. He went again this time him on top and he went gentle on me.
M was waiting up for me getting back in, he wanted to know everything and he came in my hand as I was telling him.
The next morning we were woken again by L, apologising for showing me his cock and we were all back in the bar for 11.