by Lexi Archer
“I’m sure he’ll want to talk to me if you don’t mind.”
The guy muttered something under his breath and I had to stifle a giggle. Normally at this point I’d ask to talk to his manager just so I could complain about him having a bad attitude, but right now I was thinking about the two different experiences I’d had with the guy in the space of about twenty minutes. One where he could see me in my skimpy outfit and he was falling all over himself to help me out and the other where we were disembodied voices chatting over the phone and he was suddenly less than helpful.
I wondered what that said about the male psyche, but I didn’t have much time to think about it before the phone started beeping to indicate I was being transferred to the manager’s office.
“Chris here, how can I help you?”
I grinned and gave Kyle a thumbs up. I had a little more trouble than I’d anticipated getting ahold of him, but everything seemed to be working. Now to see if he’d actually bite at the bait I’d dangled in front of him down at the desk.
“Yes I was wanting to order some room service,” I said.
“I’m sorry but this is the manager’s office. They must have sent you here by mistake. I’ll transfer y…”
“That won’t be necessary Chris,” I said, trying to make my voice sound sexy and breathy. I wasn’t sure how well that worked considering I was talking over a crappy hotel phone system, but whatever. “You see I wanted to have some room service delivered by you personally.”
“I’m sorry but what room did you say you were in?”
“We’re up in the suite. I’m sure you remember helping me out just a few minutes ago?” I paused and considered whether or not I really wanted to say what was about to come next. Did I want to twist the knife just a little bit? Really get his attention?
Who the hell was I kidding? I was going to have fun with this. That was the whole point of this weekend. I glanced over to Kyle who’d taken a seat on the massive king bed in the room and was staring at me intently as he listened in on one half of my naughty conversation.
“I’m sure you remember me Chris,” I said. “I was the pretty blonde in the halter top? You were trying so hard to not look like you were staring down my top at my tits while you were helping me out?”
“Listen, I’m so sorry about that and if there’s anything…”
“You’re not listening to me Chris,” I said. “There is something you can do for me. You can come up to our room to help me out. I told you I wanted room service.”
I was feeling drunk on the sense of power that I had. It was so delicious listening to the struggle in his voice. Listening to him trying to maintain a veneer of professionalism when from the way his voice was cracking every time the talked to me it was obvious he wanted to come up here right away and have a little bit of fun. I wondered if he’d retired to his office so he could have a little bit of one handed fun while he thought about the show I’d been putting on for him.
“Okay, I think I could take an order for you and get it sent up. What would you like?”
I sighed. Either he was playing hard to get or he wasn’t interested. I had a feeling it was the former rather than the latter judging by his reaction to me earlier. Time to be absolutely clear.
“I want you. Up here. Now,” I said. “If you want to do that then this is your window of opportunity. If you’re not up here in ten minutes then I’ll just assume you didn’t like what you saw at the front desk and we’ll part friends.”
A sigh on the other side of the line. “I’m sorry ma’am but what you’re asking isn’t appropriate. If you have any actual room service orders then please place them with the front desk.” Then a click. I stared at the phone and blinked in surprise. Damn. Maybe his commitment to his job was a little greater than I’d originally anticipated. In an instant I went from feeling like a tempting seductress to feeling like an idiot for throwing myself at a guy I figured was interested and getting shot down.
That wasn’t how this was supposed to work, damn it.
“What happened?” Kyle asked.
“He hung up on me!”
“He what? After all that stuff you said to him?”
“Exactly! He said something about it not being appropriate and hung up on me!”
Kyle came over and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his muscular body pressing against me. At least I had my husband as a consolation prize even if I wasn’t going to get to act out the seductive scenario that had been running through my head ever since I saw that hotting standing at the hotel desk.
I felt terrible that I was thinking of my husband as a consolation prize, but as I felt his cock stirring against my stomach that guilt went away to be replaced by pure arousal. After everything that had happened today I was just as worked up as he was, and I needed a release and I needed it fucking now!
My hands moved down to his cock and then I was fumbling at his belt buckle. He groaned and then his hands were running up and down my body leaving a delicious trail of fire wherever he touched me. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned into his chest as one of his hands moved under my shirt to press against the small of my back and the other barely managed to wiggle into my jeans which were practically painted on so he could give my ass a squeeze that I’d been so desperately longing for all day long.
I looked up at him and his lips were on mine. It was a forceful, hungry kiss. It was a kiss that embodied all of the pent up frustration he’d been feeling all day long as I teased him by teasing other men. It was a kiss that was filled with lust and hunger and a primal wanting that made me so fucking turned on.
Okay, so maybe fucking my husband wasn’t going to be a consolation prize. If this is how he got after I did a little bit of teasing then I was going to have to do that sort of teasing a hell of a lot more often! Damn was he like a different man!
Kyle was angling me towards the bed, I felt my knees hit the edge and I was about to fall back with my husband on top of me, when there was a knock at the door.
Immediately our prelude to one hell of an intense fuck session stopped and we were frozen like that hovering over the bed. He still had one hand gripping my ass cheek but he wasn’t squeezing it any longer. His lips were still pressed against mine, our tongues were still against one another, but they weren’t swirling around exploring the contours of our mouths like they had been moments ago.
Finally Kyle pulled away from me and I felt the lack of having my husband pressing against me. I sighed in disappointment.
“Who could that be?” he asked.
“No idea,” I said even as I felt a rush of excitement. I had at least one idea of who it could be, and I was feeling warm all over at the possibilities of who might be on the other side of that door. There was really only one person it could be, and if I was right it meant that maybe my feminine wiles weren’t as unwanted as I’d thought when I finished my phone conversation.
Kyle walked over to the door before I could get there and he peered through the peephole. Whatever was on the other side definitely got a reaction because he grunted in surprise and then he was chuckling and shaking his head.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“You’re not going to believe this,” he said, though I very much believed it and I didn’t even know who was standing on the other side of that door. I didn’t have to know. Kyle’s reaction said it all.
Kyle undid the lock and pulled the door open. Standing there was Chris, my sexy manager, with a huge grin on his face and a bottle of moderately expensive wine. Moderately expensive for a hotel just off of the interstate that mostly catered to business travelers, at least.
“I heard somebody up here wanted room service?”
5: Room Serviced
I moved to the side and this Chris guy stepped in. I took a moment to look him up and down. To try and look at him with the same eyes Leslie was seeing him with. He looked like he was in pretty good shape with broad shoulders and what looked to be a muscular body underneath, though it was difficult to tel
l for sure with that button up shirt hiding most of his physique.
Either way he looked like a guy who had an obsession with staying in shape.
“I thought you couldn’t come up here?” Leslie said with a hint of heat coming to her voice. Yeah, she’d been pretty pissed off when he left her high and dry on the phone. It was all I could do not to chuckle at the way she was acting slighted by this dude.
“Sorry,” he said with a shrug and a sheepish grin. “You see they sort of record those calls and I’ve never heard of them actually listening in on one but I needed at least a little bit of plausible deniability if someone in upper management got a hair up their ass and decided I needed to go.”
Leslie blinked and I couldn’t help but laugh. That actually made sense. The guy was just trying to cover his ass before he came up to the suite to get a little bit of ass. And from the way he was looking my wife up and down, from the way his cock was tenting in his pants, there was no doubt what he was looking forward to getting!
“So are you still up for some of that room service you were talking about?” he asked.
Leslie grinned and then she was positively slinking across the room towards him with her hips swaying in a very distracting way. “Oh I think I’m more than ready. What about you honey?”
Damn. This was a moment that I’d fantasized about for so long. It was a moment I’d jerked off to more times than I could count. It was a moment we’d covered in dirty talk on so many occasions. A moment we’d come close to over the years with Leslie teasing men but never going as far as she had today.
And here we were. Finally. My wife standing in front of another man. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looking over at me with a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face that was asking for a final confirmation that I really wanted to do this. A confirmation that she had to know was coming from the goofy grin that was spreading across my own face as I watched my fantasy finally made flesh in a very real way after so very long!
What else could I do in that moment? I smiled and nodded. The smile that split her face was even wider than the one where she was obviously asking for permission and it was so fucking sexy watching her move closer to the guy. Watching my wife pressing her body against him and leaning up to brush her lips against a very surprised looking hotel manager.
That surprise didn’t last for long though. The wine and glasses he had in his hand were forgotten almost in an instant and they dropped to the floor with a muted thud for the bottle of wine and no noise from the glasses which seemed to actually be plastic judging from the way they didn’t shatter when they hit the ground.
It was a moment that was going to be seared into my memory for all of eternity. It was a memory that I was sure was going to be added to the permanent spank bank as something that I would use to keep warm on lonely nights when Leslie wasn’t in the mood. More than anything it was the sexiest fucking sight I think I’d ever seen from my wife, and she’d done a hell of a lot of sexy things over the years while we were together.
Including the show she put on earlier today when she was showing off for those truck drivers and being such a naughty little minx.
This Chris dude was getting more and more into it with each passing moment and I found myself egging him on silently as I was screaming in my head for them to just get on with it. For them to get to the good part where he was committing the ultimate violation on my pretty, petite, and oh-so spoken for wife. Where he was entering her pussy that was supposed to be mine, all mine, and committing the ultimate transgression.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing in my pants. It was all I could do to keep control as I watched a brushing of my wife’s lips against his own quickly turning into something more. Quickly turning into their lips opening to one another as his arms snaked around her back and stayed there holding onto the small of her back as her mouth opened to his. It was almost as though he was hesitant about taking it too far. Almost as though he was afraid to move his hands down to cup her ass or up to cup one of her tits no matter how much he might want to.
No matter how much I was still screaming at him within the confines of my brain to just grow a pair of balls and do it already. To start his exploration of my wife’s body. Fuck was it hot watching them melting into one another and hesitantly embarking on this forbidden exploration!
Yeah, it was hot watching them on this exploration but at the same time I wanted to do so much more. I realized as I watched them that I wasn’t going to be content just standing off to the side with my cock in hand watching my wife with another man. No, I needed to participate in this. To really get things going.
And so I got brave and did something that was a little against the script. I found myself moving forward and then I was pressing into my wife from behind. That got her to look over her shoulder in surprise for a moment, but it didn’t seem that she minded it from the way she started grinding her ass against my rock hard cock in a gesture that was at the same time familiar because it was something she did with me so very often and yet strange because when she was pulling away from me I knew her pussy was grinding against another man’s cock in the front.
He didn’t seem to react at all. At least not to me suddenly showing up behind my wife. I’d worried that it might freak him out or scare him away, but from the way he was grinning down at Leslie it seemed as though I was completely forgotten.
Which was fine with me. I didn’t have a problem with that lifestyle but I wasn’t exactly into the dudes either. No, my interest in this guy began and ended with what he could offer me. What he could offer my wife. With the naughty pleasures he could provide by helping us to violate our vow not to do exactly what we were about to do!
Leslie quickly pulled him down into another kiss and he seemed more than happy to join her in that kiss. In a moment their lips were swirling and I decided to help him out a little. I grabbed one of his hands which was at her waist and he resisted for a moment but then when he realized I was pulling his hand down to cup her ass rather than pulling it down to cup something on me he went along with it.
“Go ahead, feel her. Touch her. I know she’ll love it,” I said.
Chris didn’t wast a moment after I gave him that encouragement. No, it was as though a dam had broken in his brain and his hands were moving all over my wife. He felt her tits and then his other hands was moving along her ass and trying to get down into her shorts. I stepped back for a moment to enjoy the show. To enjoy what I’d started. To enjoy the symphony of sounds as she gasped and moaned into his kiss. As another man felt up my wife in a moment that I’d dreamed of for so long.
I’d always figured it would happen someday. Leslie was just too adventurous for it to not happen. I just didn’t know when that day would be, and the anticipation had killed me over the years. Now that it was actually happening it was something of a relief. I just hoped this wouldn’t be the only time this happened or we wouldn’t wait too long for the next one because I don’t think I could stand another few years of dying from anticipation!
I moved back in. My hands snaked down to her waist and I pulled her back just a little so her ass was grinding against my cock. Chris took the cue and his own hands moved up to explore her tits and pull up on her shirt exposing her tight stomach to him.
Meanwhile I was working on her shorts as we created the world’s sexiest sandwich with my wife in between. I felt lightheaded as I undid the snaps on her shorts. It was a gesture that was so familiar, something I’d done hundreds or maybe even thousands of times before, and yet it was so different this time because I knew that I was undoing her shorts to expose her to another man.
Yeah, that thought really got the juices flowing in a way that I usually didn’t get turned on when I was just undressing her for my pleasure. Now I was undressing her for two men’s pleasure!
Up top he’d pulled her halter top over her shoulders and she was lifting her arms up to give him better access. I paused with my hand on her zipper to look over her shoulder and enjoy
this moment. Then I looked up to his eyes because his reaction to my wife’s body was far more interesting to me than actually looking at my wife’s tits which, while nice, were something I’d seen on countless occasions before.
Chris gasped and licked his lips as my wife’s treasures were revealed to him. Then his head was moving down and his tongue was wrapping around her tits. I groaned and started pulling down on her bottoms as he devoured my wife’s tits. Fuck was this amazing! Fuck was it so fucking hot!
As I pulled down on her shorts it revealed something that was a surprise even to me. I wondered if it was a surprise she’d anticipating showing off to some of the people we passed on the highway earlier and she’d chickened out at the last moment. Whatever the reason, it became abundantly clear to me as her ass came into view that my wife was going completely commando.
Damn!
And because she wasn’t wearing any underwear it was obvious just how turned on she was. Her shaved pussy was slick with her arousal and it was obvious she was ready to go. I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her in that moment. I had to enjoy her pussy one final time before it was taken by another man, and so I moved forward and buried my face against her from behind, inhaling her scent and running my tongue up and down her slit.
That got an immediate reaction, and why not? I tried to imagine how I would feel if the situation was reversed and I had two hot women at either end working on my body. I’d probably be pretty turned on as well!
It seemed that Leslie was on a hair trigger though. No sooner was my mouth buried in her pussy and my tongue snaking up inside her than she was shaking and moaning and gasping with pure pleasure. I grinned as I felt her riding the wave of a small orgasm. If she was coming this quickly right now with just my mouth going to work on her then I anticipated her having one hell of an orgasm in a few minutes when we really got going!
I pulled away when she was finished and she glanced down, her breathing coming in quiet gasps.
“Damn baby,” she said.