Fun at a motel

Just a quick note from me before I start my story:
My husband is the complete opposite of how I depict him here. I have however, read of men who would like to do this sort of thing. Gosh! I wonder at what might have happened if I'd married a man like that.
Anyhow, I do so much hope that you enjoy my story and that it excites you.
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I suppose that we were like any other couple, in that we enjoyed browsing the porno sites on the net. What makes us different, is where it led us to.

It was when my husband Rob began to look at the various bondage sites that the "trouble" began. He was really turned on by all of the pictures of girls tied in their various positions, and very soon we were experimenting ourselves with this new form of sex fun.
This was something that I'd never dreamt of doing, but I must admit that I too found it very sexy and stimulating. Naked and tied, I felt so exposed, vulnerable and defenceless, and as Rob so crudely put it, "just something to be fucked."

It was one sunny Sunday morning that Rob took it into his head to tie me up stark naked, helpless, and spread eagled on the bed, and to then open the curtains wide so as to tease me with the idea that if someone came to the house, they couldn't but fail to see me in my nakedness.
Of course, after a little teasing, Rob laughingly said that while it would be fun if we were away from home and unknown, it wasn't something that could be done in our own house.
I didn't realise at the time, but this little bit of fun sowed a wicked thought into my husband's mind.

Nothing more was said of that sort of thing, until when, about two weeks later, Rob came home and announced that he'd booked a motel room, way over the other side of the city, for the coming Friday night, for us to "have some sexy fun."
I immediately knew exactly what he meant by sexy fun, and I gasped in amazement.

"You haven't," I said wide eyed, but he grinned and assured me that he had.
I really was dumbfounded. I felt feelings of excitement, but tinged with feelings of apprehension, although I knew that with Rob looking after me, I wouldn't be at any risk.

Well, as I say, I was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, although Rob's excited talk more than made up for my shyness on the matter.
One other reason that I didn't know what to say, was, like any other girl, I didn't want to be seen to be a slut by being too enthusiastic.

You can't imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind over the next couple of days, and especially on the Friday when this outrageous thing was planned for that very night. I was ashamed to realise that I felt incredibly excited rather than having any feelings of modesty and chastity that I should have had.

We had an early dinner, and I then showered and made myself ready, not that there was much involved in being ready.
"Fuck! This is going to be so good!" my husband exclaimed several times over.
We were soon ready to leave, having packed a change of clothes and toiletries. The only thing that Rob stipulated that I should take, was my little, pink baby-doll nightie.

About an hour's drive saw us arriving at the motel that Rob had chosen.
Having checked in and taken possession of our room, I surveyed the layout; the door being on one side of the room, with a large window, some six or more feet across and reaching from floor almost to ceiling, being in the centre of the remaining wall space. This window looked out to a large concreted area where the cars angle parked on the far side, opposite to their appropriate units. The layout of the actual building was such that it was built with a slightly concave facade that curved around the courtyard parking area. This layout allowed, if one looked from the very side of the window, to look along all of the unit fronts to see who was coming and going. Rob told me that he'd looked at quite a number of motels, and that he'd chosen this one for that very feature of being able to see if anyone was coming, and of course for the wide, expansive window.

It was still quite light at this stage, and Rob pulled the curtains wide open, then, unzipping our bag, he said with a grin, "there you are, strip off and put your sexy little nightie on."

"Oh God," I giggled, "this is so very, very wrong."
"And so very, very sexy,' Rob laughed as he went.to the window and glanced either way to see if anyone was about.
My husband was so right that it was so sexy, and although I said that it was so wrong, I had no qualms about going ahead with our plan.

My hands were trembling so much that I could hardly undo the tiny buttons of my blouse. I nevertheless got them undone with some difficulty, and I slipped my blouse off then reached back and in a moment had my bra free, leaving my small breasts naked to the world.
"Mmm, beautiful," Rob sighed, then added as he peered out of the window, "if only someone would come and see you."

I picked up my nightie and went to put it on, but Rob stopped me and told me to strip completely naked first.
I did as I was told, undoing the catch and zipper of my skirt to let it fall to the floor, then slipping my panties down over my legs to leave myself stark naked. I looked at the wide open window and the view out across the parking area outside. "Oh darling," I sighed sensually to my husband, "I think I'd die of shame if someone suddenly looked in.
"Oh fuck! This is going to be so good!" Rob moaned lustfully for the umpteenth time as I slipped my arms into the flimsy, little, pink nightie, and then pulled up the tiny little matching pair of thong panties. This particular nightie, that my husband loves to see me to wear, is a sexy and flimsy little thing; it is open at the front with just a little thin ribbon tie just below the level of my breasts. The front plunges to the pink ribbon tie, and is then cut away sharply so that my small breasts are largely on display, along with my belly and legs being more or less naked other than for the tiny triangle of the matching pink thong pantie that comes as a part of the set. The little semi-opaque garment simply falls from my shoulders to the ruffled hem line that comes to a level with my hips.

Rob had casually asked, when we'd checked in, whether they were booked out for the night. We'd been told that they were. At the time of our arrival however, there were only six or seven cars parked there, and we saw no sign of anyone for quite some time.
Eventually a car drove in and an older couple got out further along from our unit. Soon after, two more cars arrived; a young couple like ourselves in one, and a single, older guy in another, both of them parking further along also.
It was beginning to get dark by then, so Rob turned on the bed lamps at the head of the bed, along with a reading light that was positioned next to the small, round table. This latter light he repositioned so that it shone onto the bed. With this lighting, the unit was suffused with light without it being glaringly bright.

More cars arrived over the next half hour, but we were disappointed that no one came near enough that I might be seen in my flimsy attire.
Rob checked on each arrival, determining just who was at all likely to be what we wanted. Of significance was another lone male, along with two men together.

We were getting a little frustrated that there'd been no chance of myself being seen, when a guy walked right past the window but didn't glance in.
"Damn!" my husband exclaimed as he jumped to the window and peered at the guy disappearing towards the street. His annoyance then turned to triumph as he saw the guy disappear into the office.
"He'll be coming back in a minute," he exclaimed with urgency as he shoved the bed more in front of the window and repositioned the light. He then thrust a brochure into my hand. "Just stand here and pretend to be reading this," he excitedly told me as he led me to within a few feet of the window, and on the side that the guy would have to be blind not to see me.
"Loosen the tie on your nightie so that you show more tit," he suggested as he stood back to see how I looked.
I quickly undid and redid the little string lie that kept the front of my nightie together. My small breasts now being half visible, Rob gave his approval as he positioned himself to peer from the side of the window to see if the guy was returning.

"Here he comes," Rob said excitedly, and he quickly ran to the bathroom at the back of the motel room, and concealed himself behind the door which he left open just the tiniest crack so that he could view both myself and the window.
I stood there almost trembling but exactly as Rob had told me to. I must have been blushing profusely and I could feel my heart racing wildly.
Suddenly I could see, out of the corner of my eye, the movement of the guy past the window. It all happened so quickly, but immediately my husband appeared from the bathroom, exclaiming "great! great! he got such an eyeful."

Rob, straight away, was back at the side of the window peering along. "He's stopped," he reported to me. "He's looking about."
My heart was racing as I looked at Rob and waited for his reports on what was happening.
"Yes!" Rob exclaimed. "He's coming back for another look."

My husband was back behind the bathroom door in a moment, leaving me on full display for the guy to view.
I tried to keep the brochure from shaking in my hand as I stood pretending to read.
I saw the movement of the guy passing by the window ever so slowly this time, then returning back again obviously taking a good look.
I longed to glance up to see what he looked like, although I knew that if I did, I would be filled with shame and must flee out of sight.

It seemed like a minute or two that he stood perving over my near nakedness. I slowly turned the pages of the pamphlet that I was gazing at without seeing.
I considered how this unknown guy was looking at my breasts more than half showing from the tenuous cover of my nightie - how he was looking at my body, virtually naked from my waist down, other than the tiny triangle covering of my panties. I teased myself with thoughts of how I'd originally bought this sexy little nightie in order to please my husband, and how I was now wearing it to please a complete stranger in a way that I'd never dreamt of.

I don't know what would have happened had not a sudden light shone outside with the sound of a car driving into the motel park. The guy was gone in a flash and I now looked up at the empty window and then immediately down at myself, admiring what I'd shown.

My husband burst from his hiding place absolutely thrilled with what had transpired. "He'll be back for more, I know," he enthused as he peered out of the window.
I thought that Rob had enough of this game as I watched him draw the blinds, but he only drew them partly, leaving a gap of some six inches and then turning to me and telling me, "come on sweetheart, he's going to see everything you've got, and he undid the tie of my nightie and slid it off over my arms. My thong panties were next to go.
"Walk around when he comes, and let him see everything," my husband told me as he looked out of the door, "I'll be hiding behind the cars opposite," he added as he grabbed his phone and was then gone, closing the door behind him.

My heart was racing and I felt so lustfully sexy in my total nakedness.
The phone rang. It was Rob. "He's at his door looking up and down," he excitedly whispered. "Here he comes. He's at the window now," then after a pause, "what are you doing at the moment?"
We kept up a whispered conversation on the phone, with me telling Rob everything that I was doing.

"Lay on the bed and spread your legs for him sweetheart," Rob suggested.
I did as my husband wanted, and kept up a description of my every move.
"He's jerking off for you," Rob lustfully reported.
A moment later I heard my husband exclaiming "damn, he's going."

A minute later and Rob re-entered the room. "He jerked off for you love," my husband grinned with satisfaction, "I could see his cum running down the window."
I was thrilled, some men have told me that they've masturbated over the stories that I've written, and the idea of it always makes me feel so sexy.
We were both so fantastically excited and we kissed passionately.
We couldn't stop talking about what had happened, and the more that we spoke, the more worked up we both became.

The next hour or so was very disappointing, and very frustrating with nothing at all happening. I'd donned my sexy nightie again, and Rob had the curtains half open for anyone to see me if they happened to look, but no one came.
We were beginning to despair of any more excitement for the night, when a car drove in and parked further down. Rob looked out and determined that it was a man by himself.
Quickly, my husband's brain came up with a scheme. "The guy's left his car door open, he must be going back for something," Rob told me. "I'll go to our car on the pretence of getting something. I'll call out to you to ask you some question, and you'll step out into the open when I call," Rob quickly laid his plan out for me. "Surely he'll see you and get an eyeful," he added with a grin.

I had no time to agree or even to comment on this scheme before Rob disappeared out to the car, leaving the door wide open. I peeped out and saw the man walk across to his own car. I heard them exchange a brief hello, then I heard Rob, in a slightly louder voice call out, "Yvonne, did you get the toothbrushes?"
I, scantily dressed as I was, took a deep breath and stepped out of the motel room door into the night air. "I thought you were bringing them," I answered.
My voice had been soft, but it was enough to attract the attention of the guy who then looked up and gazed at me. I pretended that I didn't see him there, although the interior light of his car was on, and I could hardly help but notice in the darkness of the night.
The guy stood gazing across, no doubt admiring my sexy attire and semi-nakedness.
"I'll have to go and get some," I heard my husband telling me as I then turned, trembling with excitement, and went back into the motel room.

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