BIGbad
05-24-2004, 10:29 PM
Bruce’s wife Mary Jane (MJ) was a stunningly beautiful and intelligent woman. Just under five foot eight. In his mind’s eye he could envision her blond locks hanging just below her muscular yet extremely feminine shoulders. And those legs, ooohhh those legs, there was no man that could ever attempt to resist them. He had chased her for many years and had finally convinced her to marry him just under eight years ago. Bruce was a senior production assistant in Hollywood and MJ had given up her short-lived modeling career to raise their two kids. They would and often did have their fun whenever their hectic lives would allow. She could always make him hard sometimes by shooting him a glance in just the right way. Their sex life was not boring by any means, however they had tried just about everything two people could try as a couple and still the sex was becoming slightly routine. In an attempt to spice things up they had recently worked on fantasy role-playing. They had tried the usual crap, cheerleader/football player, teacher/student, master/slave but there was one that MJ just could not relinquish despite the numerous times they had acted this one out.
MJ would just go on and on about Orlando Bloom, the actor who skillfully played Legolas in the Lord of the Rings films. MJ had begged Bruce to dress like Legolas on at least six different occasions and always wanted Bruce (dressed as Legolas) to fuck her without removing the mock sword he had stolen from the prop department last year. When she would orgasm she would scream, pant, or stifle “LEGOLAS.” Sometimes even yelling phrases in elvish, like, “Lle naa belegohtar,” which he could never understand. One thing Bruce did understand was that she was very hot for this man and when dressed as Legolas he could count on her having multiple orgasms, which could occurr even before he touched her. It seemed that just the site or the thought or the possibility that Legolas was here to see HER would cause her to shiver and quake, often rubbing her clit with abandon when the door opened and Bruce walked in as Legolas to their well designed love nest.
Bruce had heard stories of Orlando’s legendary sexual exploits from some of his co-workers, on the set of his latest film. They had told him that Orlando was an extremely talented lover with a tight body that he kept hairless for all of his shirtless scenes. Bruce would often hear whispers between the women on the set about the man that his wife had obsessed over, and each confirmed that this man was one amazing specimen. Catching hints of a 12-inch dick, and a tongue to match.
With all his connections, Bruce was able to land two tickets to the opening of Troy (Orlando’s latest film), which coincidentally premiered the night before their eighth wedding anniversary. He had concocted a grand scheme to fulfill his wife’s fantasy that night, and put a smile on her face for the foreseeable future.
Spending over a month in preparation Bruce had booked a stretch Hum Vee and a table for two at the most talked about restaurant in Los Angeles. Between meetings at work and lunches he was able to track down the most beautiful of silver cocktail dresses for her to wear that evening. Ensuring that the dress would show off all of her astounding attributes; yet hide those portions of her body that she was most sensitive about. In addition to these wonderfully thoughtful gifts he had reserved the most posh suite at a hotel just down the street from the theater that housed the premiere, along with the adjoining room.
Bruce had also pulled just about every string that he had in Hollywood to obtain the very sought after premiere party passes, which was to be held after the screening and had also asked his assistant to obtain Orlando’s schedule for that night. He didn’t want to blow all of his time just so Orlando would scoot out to do some interview with Joan Rivers. The final piece fell into place just two days before their anniversary. He hired an extremely qualified baby sitter, recommended by a colleague, to stay over night with their young whelps. He had reminded her several times not to call their house to confirm, but to just show up at 6:00 on the night of the premiere.
With all of the fine details now arranged, his plan was ready for implementation. Bruce took the afternoon off and dressed in his tuxedo, “MJ has always been a sucker for a well dressed man,” he thought. Arriving at home when he knew the kids would be napping he surprised MJ at the front door of their well-kept house in the hills. Standing there with two dozen white roses, a large box containing the dress, and the tickets in his teeth, Bruce rang the doorbell instead of just entering as usual. MJ answered the door and was flabbergasted of the sight of her husband decked out the way he was. Holding her hands over her luscious red lips for almost a minute she finally accepted the gifts from her loving and thoughtful husband. Bruce explained that they would be going out to dinner and that he had gotten the tickets for the premiere of Troy, as well as the after party but strategically left out the part about the hotel room, as to not give away the climax of the evening that he had planned. She shyly blushed at the thought of seeing Orlando’s new film, then kissed Bruce passionately. The two kissed and fondled each other in the door way for several minutes until interrupted by “GET A ROOM” shouted from a teenager driving by the house. Bruce got the kids together and waited on the sitter while MJ hurriedly showered quickly touching up her well manicured pussy, then dressed, and came down the front stairs into the view of Bruce’s wanting eyes. “You look fantastic!” he exclaimed. MJ stood halfway down the stairs the sliver dresses hung aesthetically off her fantastic frame, her nipples just slightly erect appeared subtly through the dress. She had picked a shiny pair of black stockings that caressed her shapely calves and capped her stems with 3-inch heels that accented the dress. “Thank you honey” she said shyly not knowing what her husband truly had in store for her that evening, thinking “there is something about that grin of his tonight”, but shrugged it off as nothing.
The beep of their chariot awoke them from their deep stare; he reached up to her, clasping her hand adorned with her wedding ring and escorted her into the night. The night went as planned, they enjoyed a fabulous dinner, killing three bottles of the finest wines. They arrived at the premiere and sauntered down the red carpet of the theater. Orlando had arrived just before the couple’s ride had dropped them off and he was standing at the edge of the entryway talking about the film with the paparazzi. The flash of hundreds of cameras lit the night with the strange aura of what seemed like magical pixies flying overhead. The chiseled good looks of the silver screen Adonis captivated all who dared lay their eyes upon him. When Bruce and MJ walked passed Orlando, MJ gripped Bruce’s hand and whispered, “there…he…is,” under her sultry breath and shivered from her tits to her toes. He knew from their years of role playing together that she had just had one very intense orgasm. He placed his arm around her waste to steady her as they continued by her fantasy man, MJ’s eyes lain upon him.
Taking their seats near the center of the theater, MJ reached over the armrest and placed Bruce’s hand on her pussy that burned with desire, and she whispered in Bruce’s ear, “this night is all that I could have wished for, thank you.” Bruce smiled and said “your welcome”, knowing that the night was far from over. The light reflected from the screen illuminated the face on a woman who was filled with joy and rapture. She intently watched Troy and Bruce’s fingers pounded her pussy with other theatergoers just inches away. She did not remove her eyes from the screen yet would periodically lift her body off the seat so Bruce, could finger fuck her deeply. After he was sure she had cum he removed his fingers, sucking her fragrant juices off as if they were covered with the butter from the popcorn.
Deep in thought he focused on the night that he had meticulously crafted for her as she studied her now ten-foot high stud. He was startled from his smarmy melees by the commotion of the exiting crowd swaying up the aisles as they were serenaded by the end song of credits. Leading his entranced wife up the aisle and in to the theater next to that which premiered the film; he began introduce MJ to the creators of the film, the stage hands that he had worked with on some of his projects, and finally to the actors who were surrounded by their swooning fans whom hung on their every word. Informed by his knowledge of Orlando’s schedule and his propensity for a hot woman in a silver cocktail dress he introduced MJ to Orlando. During their conversation about the film, Bruce would drop hints that they were going to an exclusive after party at the hotel down the street. MJ didn’t seem to notice that her husband was speaking let alone notice the misinformation that he was feeding Orlando. Orlando seemed interested but artfully avoided any commitment to attend the after party.
The little get together began to wind down and most of the guests had begun to leave the theater. Having dragged his smitten wife about the party, speaking to many of his friends Bruce had noticed that Orlando had left the room a minute or so ago. Leaving his wife with the chatty bitch from accounting he excused him self to go to the bathroom.
Bruce entered the bathroom and noticed that Orlando was at the urinal and could not resist the man’s animalistic beauty and his own inquisitive nature made him approach the adjoining urinal. Standing at Orlando’s left he glanced down to view his cock and knew his wife would have a “long” evening if his plan worked as he had hoped. Meeting up with Orlando at the sink, Bruce officially invited him to a private after party, no longer dropping hints, and handed him the key to the suite he had reserved. He talked up the party to Orlando, stating that several producers were going to be in attendance as well as, women for each of them. Knowing Orlando’s sex drive must have been on over drive after having seen his wife, Bruce continued to push the issue until Orlando sincerely accepted the invitation. Bruce’s trap had snared MJ her prize. Bruce exited the bathroom and rejoined MJ in the now near empty theater.
Bruce asked if she would like to go have a few drinks and stay downtown tonight, and MJ reluctantly accepted not wanting to leave her fantasy “LEGOLAS”. As they walked to the hotel to freshen up, they chatted, “Thank you for setting me up with the chance to talk to HIM, I am sooo fucking wet and need to get fucked as soon as we get in our room”, said MJ “Oh you will get fucked honey, I plan to fuck and lick you all night long or at least until our anniversary is over or…until you are to sore and weak to take anymore”, Bruce said with a devilish simile.
They entered the room and quickly ordered two bottles of champagne from room service. MJ aggressively pounced on Bruce, kissing and licking his lips while grabbing his ass through his sexy tuxedo. The two would often kiss and grind away at each other, but MJ was much more aggressive this evening, driving Bruce against the wall of the room with a solid forceful thud. She reached down to release his cock from the confines of his pants but was interrupted by a knock on the door of the room. “Ah that must be the champagne we ordered”; said Bruce as he pulled away from his horned up wife, moving toward the door. Almost to the point of being out of control, MJ moved out of the line of sight of the entryway to the room lightly touching her clit through the soft silky dress. As a result, she could not see that the knock on the door wasn’t room service at all, but Orlando, just as Bruce had planned. Bruce ushered his wife’s fantasy through the door, with a hand wave, and a slightly graceful bow, as if introducing royalty. “Honey I think this is for you”, said Bruce. Moving to investigate, she glimpsed Orlando’s manly frame surrounded by the light of the hotel’s hallway. “He looks like and angel”, MJ thought as her pussy juices dripped down her hot thighs.
“Orlando this is my wife, as you well know from our introduction earlier, but what you don’t know about her is that she would just love you to have your way with her tonight”. MJ began to blush wildly and shrank backwards. “Happy Anniversary Honey. Now, I will be next door and I believe that you two should get to know each other”, said Bruce as he began to close the door. MJ looked at Bruce with questioning eyes and sighed “are you sure about this?” “I haven’t been more sure about anything else in the eight years we have been married”, grinning as he closed the door.
Orlando’s astoundingly good looks froze MJ as she stared at him. She was locked in the initial position she was in when he entered the room. He was wearing an Armanni suit perfectly tailored to exhibit the muscles that were shrouded within. His eyes supremely outlined by blond curls, on his stern yet assuring brow. Another knock at the door broke this tense moment between the two strangers. Orlando raised a questioning eyebrow and answered the door. The bellhop announced that he was room service and rolled the champagne in on a cart. He handed the ticket to Orlando, not noticing or caring who he was, and Orlando scribbled his signature. With a huff the bellboy exited, muttering “fucking big wigs never tip.”
“So would you like to have some champagne”, Orlando inquired of MJ, “before we fuck?” MJ began to blush again when she realized that she was actually dripping from her cunt so much that a small wet spot had formed on the front of her shimmering silver dress but found her self-moving toward him nonetheless. Orlando poured two glasses handing one to MJ, offering up a toast “To your husband for getting us laid.” MJ guzzled her glass to help her confidence and held out the glass to be filled yet again. MJ shot back the next glass and reached for Orlando’s hand, guiding him to the small couch at the end of the room. The two of them sat drinking the remaining champagne and chatted for what seemed like an eternity to MJ before Orlando reached out and placed his soft manicured hand on her upper thigh. “I just love the feel of your dress. Do you mind?” sliding his hand up and down her quivering thigh.
“Ohhhh uhn noooo”, MJ moaned dropping her glass on the floor. Orlando now slid both of his hands up her thighs pushing her dress up to her hips and with the grace of his elf character dropped to his knees in front of her. MJ arched her back and moved her glistening pussy forward to his awaiting tongue. Moving in slow deliberate movements Orlando voraciously lapped at her swollen cunt, pausing a few seconds on her clit to suck. As he worked his tongue up and down her labia, he slowly pushed two fingers just inside her dripping love muscle.
Unbeknownst to either of them Bruce had quietly unlocked and cracked the door of the neighboring room to survey the scene. He had never given his wife to another man but was proud to have engineered her fantasy with “LEGOLAS”. This stallion of a man would treat his wife just the way she longed to be treat based on all of his compiled reports. He watched and listened to her joy.
MJ began to reach an orgasm and since she did not have to imagine herself with her “LEGOLAS” she didn’t need to focus on anything but the moment and thrust her pussy repeatedly up and down Orlando’s face while grabbing the back of the couch for support. She screamed “FUCCCCCK YESSSSSSS” bucking backwards, as the Hollywood buck unbuttoned his suit not missing a lick of her tasty pussy. Orlando pulled his face from her hole oozing with the juices of his creation, but continued to finger her while he gracefully undressed himself.
Unable to contain her self any more MJ’s personality reverted to the aggressive side her husband had seen earlier. She pulled the dress over her head and removed the thong that was now sopping wet, leaving herself in nothing but her heels and stockings. Lunging forward she grabbed at his huge cock. Licking and sucking it as if she had been stranded on a Caribbean island for months and this was the first thing she had to eat. She worked his now stiff member deep into her throat, massaging his clean-shaven balls gently with her hands. Orlando could no longer concentrate on fingering her pussy, feeling the blood rushing from his brain toward the object of her fascination and removed his fingers from her.
The welcome sounds of sucking and moaning filled Bruce’s ears as he intently listened to his wife and Orlando from next door.
MJ, still in her aggressive mood, stopped sucking and deep throating Orlando’s huge dick and crawled off the couch onto the floor and demanded to be fucked hard by her prince of the forest. Orlando flipped off the last remaining threads of his suit exposing his pecks and six pack abdomen and obliged this very sexual creature entering her from behind. MJ rubbed her clit in anticipation of the full length of his hot hard cock. Orlando sank it deep into her wanting hole and fucked her, his balls slapping her clit as he moved back and forth. MJ moaned and squealed as he pounded her over and over. Smack…smack…smack the sounds of a good hard fucking filled the room echoing such that the sounds were amplified beyond belief in the room next door. Bruce had a near perfect view of the action and watched as his hot wife was impaled again and again on Orlando’s swollen shaft. Orlando grabbed her hips and began to fuck her harder and faster to both Bruce and MJ’s disbelief. MJ was now yelling at the top of her lungs “MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS, OOOOOH YESSSSSSSSS, LEGOLAS” as her pussy was stretched by Orlando’s godlike cock.
MJ had yet another orgasm. Was this three or four or five? She had lost count. Unable to maintain this relentless pounding and feeling weak, she collapsed on her face and taunt belly. With a flex, Orlando’s tight muscles effortlessly flipped MJ onto her back, and he spread her legs to prepare for another fucking. MJ moaned “yesss yessss oh yesss” as he entered her again. The length of his large dick would disappear and then reappear, into her now loose and creamy pussy. Orlando would pause as he exited her hole and then slam his cock inside her, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout her body. With a final deep thrust Orlando pulled his dick out of MJ and then sprayed hot sticky cum all over her tits and stomach, grimacing from the sweat release. With wads of hot cum littering her hot quivering body she sat up to clean off his dick with her tongue. Again licking his shaft from its base to the tip. His dick now clean, she sheepishly laughed loudly and began to reach for her dress. As she stood her legs suddenly buckled having been pinned to her shoulders for quite some time. Orlando caught in his arms before she could slip to the floor. The two stared, glints of tears in the corners of MJ’s eyes, and Orlando kissed her one last time just lightly licking her lips as there mouths parted. The two did not speak again, she watched as her fantasy man exited the room with a wink and a flip of his blond flowing hair.
As Bruce entered the room he could see the large smile that adorned his wife’s face and coyishly approached her. She grabbed him and kissed him, the taste of Orlando still on her tongue. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” MJ said over and over, as she slumped onto the hotel room bed. Exhausted, MJ slipped off into sleep, dreaming of her husband.
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MJ would just go on and on about Orlando Bloom, the actor who skillfully played Legolas in the Lord of the Rings films. MJ had begged Bruce to dress like Legolas on at least six different occasions and always wanted Bruce (dressed as Legolas) to fuck her without removing the mock sword he had stolen from the prop department last year. When she would orgasm she would scream, pant, or stifle “LEGOLAS.” Sometimes even yelling phrases in elvish, like, “Lle naa belegohtar,” which he could never understand. One thing Bruce did understand was that she was very hot for this man and when dressed as Legolas he could count on her having multiple orgasms, which could occurr even before he touched her. It seemed that just the site or the thought or the possibility that Legolas was here to see HER would cause her to shiver and quake, often rubbing her clit with abandon when the door opened and Bruce walked in as Legolas to their well designed love nest.
Bruce had heard stories of Orlando’s legendary sexual exploits from some of his co-workers, on the set of his latest film. They had told him that Orlando was an extremely talented lover with a tight body that he kept hairless for all of his shirtless scenes. Bruce would often hear whispers between the women on the set about the man that his wife had obsessed over, and each confirmed that this man was one amazing specimen. Catching hints of a 12-inch dick, and a tongue to match.
With all his connections, Bruce was able to land two tickets to the opening of Troy (Orlando’s latest film), which coincidentally premiered the night before their eighth wedding anniversary. He had concocted a grand scheme to fulfill his wife’s fantasy that night, and put a smile on her face for the foreseeable future.
Spending over a month in preparation Bruce had booked a stretch Hum Vee and a table for two at the most talked about restaurant in Los Angeles. Between meetings at work and lunches he was able to track down the most beautiful of silver cocktail dresses for her to wear that evening. Ensuring that the dress would show off all of her astounding attributes; yet hide those portions of her body that she was most sensitive about. In addition to these wonderfully thoughtful gifts he had reserved the most posh suite at a hotel just down the street from the theater that housed the premiere, along with the adjoining room.
Bruce had also pulled just about every string that he had in Hollywood to obtain the very sought after premiere party passes, which was to be held after the screening and had also asked his assistant to obtain Orlando’s schedule for that night. He didn’t want to blow all of his time just so Orlando would scoot out to do some interview with Joan Rivers. The final piece fell into place just two days before their anniversary. He hired an extremely qualified baby sitter, recommended by a colleague, to stay over night with their young whelps. He had reminded her several times not to call their house to confirm, but to just show up at 6:00 on the night of the premiere.
With all of the fine details now arranged, his plan was ready for implementation. Bruce took the afternoon off and dressed in his tuxedo, “MJ has always been a sucker for a well dressed man,” he thought. Arriving at home when he knew the kids would be napping he surprised MJ at the front door of their well-kept house in the hills. Standing there with two dozen white roses, a large box containing the dress, and the tickets in his teeth, Bruce rang the doorbell instead of just entering as usual. MJ answered the door and was flabbergasted of the sight of her husband decked out the way he was. Holding her hands over her luscious red lips for almost a minute she finally accepted the gifts from her loving and thoughtful husband. Bruce explained that they would be going out to dinner and that he had gotten the tickets for the premiere of Troy, as well as the after party but strategically left out the part about the hotel room, as to not give away the climax of the evening that he had planned. She shyly blushed at the thought of seeing Orlando’s new film, then kissed Bruce passionately. The two kissed and fondled each other in the door way for several minutes until interrupted by “GET A ROOM” shouted from a teenager driving by the house. Bruce got the kids together and waited on the sitter while MJ hurriedly showered quickly touching up her well manicured pussy, then dressed, and came down the front stairs into the view of Bruce’s wanting eyes. “You look fantastic!” he exclaimed. MJ stood halfway down the stairs the sliver dresses hung aesthetically off her fantastic frame, her nipples just slightly erect appeared subtly through the dress. She had picked a shiny pair of black stockings that caressed her shapely calves and capped her stems with 3-inch heels that accented the dress. “Thank you honey” she said shyly not knowing what her husband truly had in store for her that evening, thinking “there is something about that grin of his tonight”, but shrugged it off as nothing.
The beep of their chariot awoke them from their deep stare; he reached up to her, clasping her hand adorned with her wedding ring and escorted her into the night. The night went as planned, they enjoyed a fabulous dinner, killing three bottles of the finest wines. They arrived at the premiere and sauntered down the red carpet of the theater. Orlando had arrived just before the couple’s ride had dropped them off and he was standing at the edge of the entryway talking about the film with the paparazzi. The flash of hundreds of cameras lit the night with the strange aura of what seemed like magical pixies flying overhead. The chiseled good looks of the silver screen Adonis captivated all who dared lay their eyes upon him. When Bruce and MJ walked passed Orlando, MJ gripped Bruce’s hand and whispered, “there…he…is,” under her sultry breath and shivered from her tits to her toes. He knew from their years of role playing together that she had just had one very intense orgasm. He placed his arm around her waste to steady her as they continued by her fantasy man, MJ’s eyes lain upon him.
Taking their seats near the center of the theater, MJ reached over the armrest and placed Bruce’s hand on her pussy that burned with desire, and she whispered in Bruce’s ear, “this night is all that I could have wished for, thank you.” Bruce smiled and said “your welcome”, knowing that the night was far from over. The light reflected from the screen illuminated the face on a woman who was filled with joy and rapture. She intently watched Troy and Bruce’s fingers pounded her pussy with other theatergoers just inches away. She did not remove her eyes from the screen yet would periodically lift her body off the seat so Bruce, could finger fuck her deeply. After he was sure she had cum he removed his fingers, sucking her fragrant juices off as if they were covered with the butter from the popcorn.
Deep in thought he focused on the night that he had meticulously crafted for her as she studied her now ten-foot high stud. He was startled from his smarmy melees by the commotion of the exiting crowd swaying up the aisles as they were serenaded by the end song of credits. Leading his entranced wife up the aisle and in to the theater next to that which premiered the film; he began introduce MJ to the creators of the film, the stage hands that he had worked with on some of his projects, and finally to the actors who were surrounded by their swooning fans whom hung on their every word. Informed by his knowledge of Orlando’s schedule and his propensity for a hot woman in a silver cocktail dress he introduced MJ to Orlando. During their conversation about the film, Bruce would drop hints that they were going to an exclusive after party at the hotel down the street. MJ didn’t seem to notice that her husband was speaking let alone notice the misinformation that he was feeding Orlando. Orlando seemed interested but artfully avoided any commitment to attend the after party.
The little get together began to wind down and most of the guests had begun to leave the theater. Having dragged his smitten wife about the party, speaking to many of his friends Bruce had noticed that Orlando had left the room a minute or so ago. Leaving his wife with the chatty bitch from accounting he excused him self to go to the bathroom.
Bruce entered the bathroom and noticed that Orlando was at the urinal and could not resist the man’s animalistic beauty and his own inquisitive nature made him approach the adjoining urinal. Standing at Orlando’s left he glanced down to view his cock and knew his wife would have a “long” evening if his plan worked as he had hoped. Meeting up with Orlando at the sink, Bruce officially invited him to a private after party, no longer dropping hints, and handed him the key to the suite he had reserved. He talked up the party to Orlando, stating that several producers were going to be in attendance as well as, women for each of them. Knowing Orlando’s sex drive must have been on over drive after having seen his wife, Bruce continued to push the issue until Orlando sincerely accepted the invitation. Bruce’s trap had snared MJ her prize. Bruce exited the bathroom and rejoined MJ in the now near empty theater.
Bruce asked if she would like to go have a few drinks and stay downtown tonight, and MJ reluctantly accepted not wanting to leave her fantasy “LEGOLAS”. As they walked to the hotel to freshen up, they chatted, “Thank you for setting me up with the chance to talk to HIM, I am sooo fucking wet and need to get fucked as soon as we get in our room”, said MJ “Oh you will get fucked honey, I plan to fuck and lick you all night long or at least until our anniversary is over or…until you are to sore and weak to take anymore”, Bruce said with a devilish simile.
They entered the room and quickly ordered two bottles of champagne from room service. MJ aggressively pounced on Bruce, kissing and licking his lips while grabbing his ass through his sexy tuxedo. The two would often kiss and grind away at each other, but MJ was much more aggressive this evening, driving Bruce against the wall of the room with a solid forceful thud. She reached down to release his cock from the confines of his pants but was interrupted by a knock on the door of the room. “Ah that must be the champagne we ordered”; said Bruce as he pulled away from his horned up wife, moving toward the door. Almost to the point of being out of control, MJ moved out of the line of sight of the entryway to the room lightly touching her clit through the soft silky dress. As a result, she could not see that the knock on the door wasn’t room service at all, but Orlando, just as Bruce had planned. Bruce ushered his wife’s fantasy through the door, with a hand wave, and a slightly graceful bow, as if introducing royalty. “Honey I think this is for you”, said Bruce. Moving to investigate, she glimpsed Orlando’s manly frame surrounded by the light of the hotel’s hallway. “He looks like and angel”, MJ thought as her pussy juices dripped down her hot thighs.
“Orlando this is my wife, as you well know from our introduction earlier, but what you don’t know about her is that she would just love you to have your way with her tonight”. MJ began to blush wildly and shrank backwards. “Happy Anniversary Honey. Now, I will be next door and I believe that you two should get to know each other”, said Bruce as he began to close the door. MJ looked at Bruce with questioning eyes and sighed “are you sure about this?” “I haven’t been more sure about anything else in the eight years we have been married”, grinning as he closed the door.
Orlando’s astoundingly good looks froze MJ as she stared at him. She was locked in the initial position she was in when he entered the room. He was wearing an Armanni suit perfectly tailored to exhibit the muscles that were shrouded within. His eyes supremely outlined by blond curls, on his stern yet assuring brow. Another knock at the door broke this tense moment between the two strangers. Orlando raised a questioning eyebrow and answered the door. The bellhop announced that he was room service and rolled the champagne in on a cart. He handed the ticket to Orlando, not noticing or caring who he was, and Orlando scribbled his signature. With a huff the bellboy exited, muttering “fucking big wigs never tip.”
“So would you like to have some champagne”, Orlando inquired of MJ, “before we fuck?” MJ began to blush again when she realized that she was actually dripping from her cunt so much that a small wet spot had formed on the front of her shimmering silver dress but found her self-moving toward him nonetheless. Orlando poured two glasses handing one to MJ, offering up a toast “To your husband for getting us laid.” MJ guzzled her glass to help her confidence and held out the glass to be filled yet again. MJ shot back the next glass and reached for Orlando’s hand, guiding him to the small couch at the end of the room. The two of them sat drinking the remaining champagne and chatted for what seemed like an eternity to MJ before Orlando reached out and placed his soft manicured hand on her upper thigh. “I just love the feel of your dress. Do you mind?” sliding his hand up and down her quivering thigh.
“Ohhhh uhn noooo”, MJ moaned dropping her glass on the floor. Orlando now slid both of his hands up her thighs pushing her dress up to her hips and with the grace of his elf character dropped to his knees in front of her. MJ arched her back and moved her glistening pussy forward to his awaiting tongue. Moving in slow deliberate movements Orlando voraciously lapped at her swollen cunt, pausing a few seconds on her clit to suck. As he worked his tongue up and down her labia, he slowly pushed two fingers just inside her dripping love muscle.
Unbeknownst to either of them Bruce had quietly unlocked and cracked the door of the neighboring room to survey the scene. He had never given his wife to another man but was proud to have engineered her fantasy with “LEGOLAS”. This stallion of a man would treat his wife just the way she longed to be treat based on all of his compiled reports. He watched and listened to her joy.
MJ began to reach an orgasm and since she did not have to imagine herself with her “LEGOLAS” she didn’t need to focus on anything but the moment and thrust her pussy repeatedly up and down Orlando’s face while grabbing the back of the couch for support. She screamed “FUCCCCCK YESSSSSSS” bucking backwards, as the Hollywood buck unbuttoned his suit not missing a lick of her tasty pussy. Orlando pulled his face from her hole oozing with the juices of his creation, but continued to finger her while he gracefully undressed himself.
Unable to contain her self any more MJ’s personality reverted to the aggressive side her husband had seen earlier. She pulled the dress over her head and removed the thong that was now sopping wet, leaving herself in nothing but her heels and stockings. Lunging forward she grabbed at his huge cock. Licking and sucking it as if she had been stranded on a Caribbean island for months and this was the first thing she had to eat. She worked his now stiff member deep into her throat, massaging his clean-shaven balls gently with her hands. Orlando could no longer concentrate on fingering her pussy, feeling the blood rushing from his brain toward the object of her fascination and removed his fingers from her.
The welcome sounds of sucking and moaning filled Bruce’s ears as he intently listened to his wife and Orlando from next door.
MJ, still in her aggressive mood, stopped sucking and deep throating Orlando’s huge dick and crawled off the couch onto the floor and demanded to be fucked hard by her prince of the forest. Orlando flipped off the last remaining threads of his suit exposing his pecks and six pack abdomen and obliged this very sexual creature entering her from behind. MJ rubbed her clit in anticipation of the full length of his hot hard cock. Orlando sank it deep into her wanting hole and fucked her, his balls slapping her clit as he moved back and forth. MJ moaned and squealed as he pounded her over and over. Smack…smack…smack the sounds of a good hard fucking filled the room echoing such that the sounds were amplified beyond belief in the room next door. Bruce had a near perfect view of the action and watched as his hot wife was impaled again and again on Orlando’s swollen shaft. Orlando grabbed her hips and began to fuck her harder and faster to both Bruce and MJ’s disbelief. MJ was now yelling at the top of her lungs “MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS, OOOOOH YESSSSSSSSS, LEGOLAS” as her pussy was stretched by Orlando’s godlike cock.
MJ had yet another orgasm. Was this three or four or five? She had lost count. Unable to maintain this relentless pounding and feeling weak, she collapsed on her face and taunt belly. With a flex, Orlando’s tight muscles effortlessly flipped MJ onto her back, and he spread her legs to prepare for another fucking. MJ moaned “yesss yessss oh yesss” as he entered her again. The length of his large dick would disappear and then reappear, into her now loose and creamy pussy. Orlando would pause as he exited her hole and then slam his cock inside her, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout her body. With a final deep thrust Orlando pulled his dick out of MJ and then sprayed hot sticky cum all over her tits and stomach, grimacing from the sweat release. With wads of hot cum littering her hot quivering body she sat up to clean off his dick with her tongue. Again licking his shaft from its base to the tip. His dick now clean, she sheepishly laughed loudly and began to reach for her dress. As she stood her legs suddenly buckled having been pinned to her shoulders for quite some time. Orlando caught in his arms before she could slip to the floor. The two stared, glints of tears in the corners of MJ’s eyes, and Orlando kissed her one last time just lightly licking her lips as there mouths parted. The two did not speak again, she watched as her fantasy man exited the room with a wink and a flip of his blond flowing hair.
As Bruce entered the room he could see the large smile that adorned his wife’s face and coyishly approached her. She grabbed him and kissed him, the taste of Orlando still on her tongue. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” MJ said over and over, as she slumped onto the hotel room bed. Exhausted, MJ slipped off into sleep, dreaming of her husband.
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