On thing about my anal creampie wife is that she seems to attract men – all sorts of men wherever she goes. I guess there’s something about her that men pick up on even when she’s with me that pegs her as a player or a hot wife. Usually guys see that a woman is with a guy will look elsewhere but Liz sends out subliminal signals that she is available and I would enjoy seeing her having a little anal creampie fun. It probably helps that she’s Asian, as men and women both find her exotic
This anal creampie happened one time in Dallas and there was an odd twist to the whole thing.
We stayed actually in Richardson north of Dallas proper. There was this nice hotel at the time it was the Ramada Renaissance. It was a first class place and probably the nicest place in Richardson at that time. It was a business trip; Liz happened to be between jobs at the time and came with me.
The whole thing started after our workout and we decided to take a soak in the hot tub. Liz and I were relaxing and thinking about anal creampie adventure. She had on a one-piece suit, nothing really revealing except the French cut front with a hint of a camel toe.
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As we relaxed this guy showed up at the hot tub. He didn’t say anything other than a “hello” He was fresh from a run and was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. He was a little younger than me, but older than my wife. He was in great shape, runners a runners shape as opposed to my bulkiness from weight lifting.
Liz didn’t say anything, just nodded. She seemed distracted. The guy dropped his towel and went to the adjoining shower. He removed his shirt and his shorts revealing underneath a pair of navy blue Speedo’s. He rinsed himself prior to getting into the tub. When he turned around to face us Liz took notice. The Speedos must have been made of some sort of special material with high burst strength. His cock barely fit and was perfectly outlined against the nylon.
He stepped into the tub. Liz seemed mesmerized by the baseball bat stuffed into his Speedo’s.
He smiled and said hello again. Then made a little small talk with us about where we were from as well as offering a few tidbits about the area. He had been in Richardson for several months with MCI working there on a project of some sort. He was from the Seattle office here temporarily. Liz told him her sister lived there and that sparked more conversation between us.