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Tucson Adult Dating Story
A couple, married six months, get fantasy and reality mixed up
JAN AT THE HOTEL
Jan was so happy that evening.
T. had called on Thursday and told her that the merger negotiations had been put off until Monday, and that she should fly in for a romantic weekend together. They had been married six months and had known each other for only a year. They had met shortly before her College graduation; he was ten years older. She relished every hour with him and hated every second when they had to be apart because of the many trips that his professional business required him to take.
Now it was Saturday night. He had shown her the sights of that city on the opposite coast, where she had never been before. They had been out to dinner and then they had stopped at the hotel rooftop bar for a last drink before going to merge their bodies again in their room. A small band had begun to play and they had decided to have another drink and stay for some dancing. Only a few other couples were on the floor: the hotel guests were mostly men, stuck there alone for the weekend, their companies trying to save money by keeping them away on Saturday night.
Jan looked even sexier than usual. What she had on was a little too risque for that staid business hotel. It was a very short black skirt, and as she was dancing the hem would sometimes rise and show the lacy top of the stay-up hose she was wearing. A blue, low cut, silk blouse was all that covered her perky breasts, topped by large nipples, now swollen with her desire. The lonely men in the audience looked with ill disguised lust at her, admiring her long legs, red hair, and lithe, nearly girlish figure. They also looked at her tall, tanned, handsome husband, envious of the self-assured man who had access to her beautiful, slender, sweet body.
T. told her as they were dancing: "All the men are looking at you."
"Yes, and I am all yours."
"Look at the table away from the bar. Ogling, I'd call what those guys are doing."
There were four of them, two about T.'s age, two rather older. They were following every movement of the beautiful redhead, obviously waiting for the times where her husband would twirl her around and cause the short skirt to lift and expose the upper part of her smooth, sexy thighs. One of the two younger ones, blond and taller than the others, managed to make eye contact with her as she turned to look in the direction her husband had indicated.
"They all want you," said T. holding her a little closer.
"They want me what?" she laughed.
"They want to fuck you."
She giggled and smiled at the tall man. Then she said: "Let's go to our room."
T. could tell how horny his young wife was. "Yes."
The path towards the door they took passed by the men's table. As they walked past, the men leered again at her and she unabashedly returned their gaze and smiled wickedly at them. The tall one made a gesture, inviting them to stop and sit at their table. Was it Jan or T. or both that hesitated? Whoever it was, it was only for just a fraction of a second. She laughed, shook her red mane and then she was gone rushing out with her man, leaving four stiff, disappointed and frustrated cocks in her turbulent wake.
Jan and T. rode down the elevator, kissing and groping each other and by the time they got to their room her clothes were already undone. They fell on the large bed. T. finished stripping her, while she was impatiently unbuckling and unzipping him, taking him in her mouth, as much as she could because he was already hard and he was so big and then she let go and lay back with her long legs spread wide, eagerly welcoming him.
Her husband, naked, got on top of her and quickly entered her tight, wet pussy, while Jan lifted her thighs higher, trying to get him in even deeper.
"They wanted to do it to you," he said hoarsely. They had found out, that it was a turn on for them, talking about other men's desire for her.
"Yes," she said, moving to meet his thrusts.
"Maybe you wanted to stay." he said.
"Maybe you wanted me to," she replied as if correcting him.
"Maybe."
"What if we had?"
"They would have invited you to a room."
"And then?" she gasped.
"They would have wanted to have you, like this!" he said pushing hard.
"Yes!"
"Which one would have done you first?" he said continuing to fuck her.
"The tall blond one."
"Do you think he would have been a good fuck?"
"Yes."
"And the others?"
"What would have they done to me?"
"Fucked you, all of them," he said backing out and re-entering her roughly.
"Like this?"
"Yes, like this... and like this..." he said thrusting again and again.
She moaned, turned on by the new thrill. "Yes!"
"Like this... " he said again. "Like those boys at the party."
She gasped again. "Yes."
She had first told him when they were dating, about that time during her junior year, when she had gotten a little drunk at a frat party and had let several boys, four or five, she was not sure, take turns with her. She had had been surprised at his understanding of the mixture of remorse and awe with which she recalled the event, and he had realized, even though she had not dared to tell him straight, exactly how much a part of her, at least, had enjoyed it.
He reamed her hard, harder than she ever remembered him.
"Yes, like this!" he said as she began to come. "Like those at the trailer!"
She would have been shocked if she had not been so far gone in her orgasm. The frat party had been part of their fantasy life before, but they never talked about the trailer where when she was just eighteen, right before she went off to college, an older guy she had been dating, knowing that her leaving town meant they were breaking up, had shared her, scared and fightened, but in the end not unwilling, with two of his friends.
"Yes, two of them holding me while another..." she heard herself say. She was coming uncontrollably.
Sexy talk, they did not think of it as dirty talk, during sex had long been an aphrodisiac for them, but that time was different, stronger, nearly perverted. Jan felt her vagina contracting, squeezing her husband's shaft, milking her out. As electric shocks flew between her sexual organs and the pleasure centers in her brain, she felt her man swell near her womb and then there were the spurts, strong and long, as he filled her womanhood with his seed.
They lay there, spent, coming down from their orgasms, panting. When she could talk again she said hoarsely:
"It turned you on, these guys looking at me."
"Yes, and you too. It got you hot, being stared at, that they wanted you."
"Yes, it did."
"You thought about staying with them, when we were leaving."
"I thought you were the one that wanted to."
He said thoughtfully: "We will never know what it would have been like."
"No."
They were quiet for a minute. Then he said: "They are still there."
She did not answer for a while. "What do you mean?"
"Would you like to go back up there?"
She could not believe his question, nor her answer: "Would you like to?" She did not want to be the one to stop the game.
He was quiet for a full minute.
"Yes," he said finally.
"And then, what?"
"Meet them. Sit with them. Talk, flirt, whatever."
Jan then realized it was no longer just a game.
"But, things could go too far."
"No farther than anybody would want to."
"I am not sure this is a good idea."
"If you don't want to go, all you have to do is stay where you are."
She stayed there, naked, face up, long thighs a little spread with her still open cunt shining, dripping, her green eyes staring blankly, trying to think and failing. Then, she got up to get dressed again, in silence, her hands shaking a little. The outfit she had worn was now wrinkled and she went to the closet to choose another one. She settled on a dress, dark green, with a slightly flaring skirt, tight fitting on top with spaghetti straps. The dress did not allow for a bra and her nipples protruded, betraying her excitement. She did not put her hose back on, her smooth legs were left now bare and inviting. She took her sexiest black panties out of the drawer, then she decided not to put them on, the skirt was not that short.
"You don't want to go?" She saw that he had not gotten dressed and wondered, with mixed relief and disappointment, if he had changed his mind.
"You go first," he said, "and get acquainted with them. I will join you in twenty minutes."
"I need another drink. Not too heavy on the booze."
It was matter of lowering her inhibitions only, not to collapse. He opened the minibar and made her a vodka and tonic.
Before leaving, she kissed him deeply. When she was nearly at the door, she turned around:
"Are you sure of that?"
He nodded, unable to speak a lie.
He waited what he thought was twenty minutes and then, looking at his watch, saw that only five had elapsed. Long enough that, if she had found that the men were gone, she'd be back. He began to think about what might happen. Was it a good idea? Were they ready for it?
But, what was 'it'? Maybe it would not go beyond some further flirting, a little touching. Something that would make them hot, they could talk about it while they fucked, about whatever happened and also about what did not happen. Minutes passed. Maybe he did not want anything much to happen after all, and if he did not show up, it wouldn't. He got into the minibar and got another drink, which he sipped slowly.
Forty minutes had passed and she was still upstairs. He went up to the rooftop bar and entered through the other door, the one away from where the men had been. They were still there and he saw her immediately, at the table with them. She had a glass in front of her and looking at her flushed face he knew she must have had another drink at least. She was glancing at the other door, expecting to see him. He was about to join them when he saw that the big blond man had his hand on Jan's thigh and that she was making no move to have him take it away. He remembered she was bare to the crotch. He sat at the bar and asked for a double.
He watched for a while as the hand moved up and down his wife's naked thigh, under the skirt, the other three men leering as their friend was feeling up Jan. His pleased and surprised look told his acquaintances about what he had found, or rather, not found. Then one of the other men, the other younger one, a heavyset black man, said something and T. saw her laugh and give an answer. It was clear that some sort of proposition had been made. A couple of minutes later she looked impatiently at her watch.
Jan could not believe what she was thinking. After going up the elevator she nearly had turned around and gone back to their room, ready to tell her husband that the game had gone on far enough and why didn't they just fantasize while having a second bout of sex. But she had, after all, gone in and immediately had been invited to sit at the table. Then things had began to happen beyond her control, as if programmed. A drink had been bought for her and she drank it too quickly. She had told the men her husband would join her, but soon she was asked to dance. They took turns with her on the floor and she allowed them to hold her close.
When she noticed that over half an hour had passed she did not know what to do. By then the effects of her sexy talk with T., the drinks, the cool air on her bare pussy, and the dancing, had mixed in her brain and she could not think clearly. She felt the hand going up her thigh and it felt good. So good that she let it go up all the way to the place her panties should have guarded.
Then the proposition came. She did not accept, she knew better than that but she did not turn it down completely. Wait five minutes, she said, without knowing what they should wait for. And now she caught herself looking at her watch, wondering what to do when time was up. She was shocked that she was leaving the possibility open to let her married pussy be fucked by several men. Where was her husband? Shouldn't he let her out of her dilemma?
Then she saw him, finally. He was walking up to the table. The blond man quickly moved his hand away. All the men looked disappointed at T.'s arrival, the fun was over. There were introductions, the tall blond was Eric, the black man was Ray, the other two Duane and Bill. T. then asked his wife to dance.
"Save our drinks," said T.
The men smiled, realizing he might not be taking away the pretty redhead for good.
"I thought you would never come," said Jan.
"I have been here for a while, I thought you needed more time to flirt and get acquainted. You seemed to be doing fine... What happened?"
"They saw me right away and they asked me to sit with them and then to dance. I told them you would join us later. When you didn't they started getting closer. You saw it."
"I saw them touching you."
"Only one did."
"No panties on the way."
"You noticed?"
"He touched you intimately."
"Yes."
"Did he check if you were wet?"
"Not really."
"Were you?"
She nodded.
"What did the black guy say just a minute ago?"
"He said we should go down to Eric's suite and continue the party there."
"Would you have gone if I hadn't shown up?"
"I don't think so," she said without conviction.
"What did you say?"
"I told them to wait five more minutes."
He recalled her looking impatiently at her watch.
"You wanted to go."
She said nothing.
"If I had not interrupted then at this moment one of them would be fucking you, his cock would be up in your pussy."
She did not reply.
"Which one do you think it would be?"
"If I had gone."
"If you had gone."
"Ray. He is quite eager."
"Do you want to go ahead with it?"
She did not dare to say anything. What was 'it' exactly? What would they do? They had never talked about anything like that, except as fantasies, or reminiscences.
He asked again:
"Which one you'd like -- first?"
"It doesn't matter," she managed to say in a whisper.
"Shall we sit with them after this song?"
She nodded.
When they went back to the table, it was awkward at first. The men were happy she was back, but disappointed that the husband's presence meant their hopes for access to that hot, young, sexy woman were dashed. But T. pushed a chair for himself between Bill and Duane, leaving Jan to sit across from him, where she had been before between Eric and Ray.
It was Ray that began testing the limits, first brushing his hand lightly against Jan's knee, and when she, after glancing at her husband, made no retreating motion, letting it rest on her thigh. The moved up, looking for a stop sign and not finding it even as his hand reached up to her wet bared pussy. Eric saw what was happening and his hand joined Ray's under Jan's skirt.
For the next few minutes, T. watched with outward calm but with racing pulse as his young wife was being fingered, practically in public, by the two strangers. It is hard to tell how long this would have lasted before somebody made a move, but last call was announced. Then Eric said:
"My suite has room for everybody and a larger minibar, what if we all go there for a nightcap?"
Jan said: "I don't know if my husband..."
After a while, T. nodded. The die was cast.
They all got up and walked to the elevator. Jan and her husband held hands and he felt that her palm was clammy as she nervously squeezed him. It was crowded with six people in the elevator and Jan felt her husband pressing her so that her butt was against the front of one of the men and she could feel his erection beginning to grow against her soft body. But the suite was on the same high floor their room was in, just a few doors down, and the ride was short.
When they got in the men sat in the living area, while T. and Jan stood. She did not know what to do. Her husband was behind her. He turned her so that she was facing away from him, towards the men and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. It was so quiet that the small noise of the zipper being undone sounded to Jan's ears like a runaway train.
She then stood as T., with his thumbs, pushed the straps off her shoulder and she cooperated as he then slowly get the silky garment collapse to the floor, revealing her secrets to the gawking men. They really leered now, as they saw her large pink nipples, her unblemished skin, her beautiful untrimmed bush, its vivid color loudly matching her head's proclaiming that she was a real, genuine redhead.
She wondered what her husband was thinking. T.'s emotions were so mixed that he thought his stomach might revolt, but the dominant thing he felt was pride at his beautiful young wife, at the effect that her beauty and availability, thus being displayed, produced in all the men.
Jan felt her husband push her forward, towards Ray, who was sitting in front of her. He had unbuckled and unzipped himself, exposing himself, letting his manhood spring free. She could see that his weapon curved like a scimitar, and she felt guilty about wanting him, about wanting a cock, so badly. She knelt in front of him and wrapped her trembling fingers around his throbbing shaft, bending over and, in a last fit of shyness, shaking her head so that her hair would fall wider and her husband would not see how eagerly she was mouthing the stranger's dark cock.
But everybody was impatient. All the men except her husband swarmed around her, as if they were going to fight for first dibs. Hands grabbed her, lifted her off the floor, and took off her shoes. A rough platform was made on the floor with pillows and cushions and she was laid on it. Eric held her shoulders down while Bill and Duane lifted her legs high and held her thighs spread as Ray knelt between them. She knew it was too late and looked at her husband. He was standing off the side, his eyes on her crotch, staring at the contrasting colors of the dark weapon-like phallus and the soft white skin of her belly. Then the curved cock, shiny with her saliva, touched her outer lips, lingered there for a second or two and then, swiftly and easily penetrated her cunt, wet from all the fingering and the residue of her husband's sperm.
She tried to think of how long had it been since a cock other than her husband's had been there. It was seven months ago, a little last fling before the wedding that she had given herself, instead of a bachelorette party, with T.'s full consent, and it had belonged to a man she had been with before, one that she knew could fuck her right. A month after that, the day she got married, she had thought that nobody else might be in there ever again, although T. had only asked her to swear that it would not happen without his consent. Now, it was happening. She was being fucked. A stranger's cock was in her cunt and he was doing it to her. Onlky a few times in her life had she been fucked by a stranger. The last time it was over a year ago. No! The last time it had been T., he had done it to her the evening she met him, he was a stranger then.
The four men each took a turn with her. They kept her always in the same position while they switched roles. One man remained near her head, holding her shoulders and caressing her breasts, while two others were holding her long legs apart for the convenience of the one who was kneeling between her thighs. Three men, then, were holding her down, as if the other one was raping her. Several times she looked at where her husband was standing, looking, and the sight of his obvious excitement reassured her that somehow, that act of multiple adultery she was performing was acceptable.
Cock after cock worked its way up Jan's defenseless open cunt. At some point during the serial violation of her vagina, she closed her eyes and she recalled how it was that way, in the same position exactly, that she had been held down in the trailer. Was it because she had, after all, enjoyed some if not all of what had been done that day with her young body that she had, over two years later, gone to that frat party and drunk, knowing what happened to drunk girls at those parties? Was it because she had weirdly enjoyed being ravished by the trailer trash and the fratboys that she was here now? And what about her husband, what could he be thinking of her now?
Each man had his way with her, in his own style. The first, Ray, was in a hurry and he was rough with her, intent on gaining his pleasure. With his long strokes he took her deeply, the peculiar shape of his tool stretching wildly the sides of her tight vagina. He was already close to coming when he began fucking her and very quickly, before she had time to relax, she felt his surge, filling the insides of her womanly tube with her first ever load of adulterous semen. After Ray, without any pause, it was Bill. He took more time, fucking her slowly, with long strokes, before his load joined Ray's in the young woman's cunt. Then it was Duane, also an older man and slower, wiser. Jan could tell that he was experienced and skillful in the art of pleasing a woman, and although his cock was not large, he fucked her for a long time and brought her, finally, to the point where her orgasm began to built up. She tried to fight it, feeling that she should not let another man make her come in front of her husband, but at the end she had to give in and let go. As for him, he did not add his juice to the loads already up in her pussy but chose instead to show off the power of his penile muscles by pulling out of her at the last moment and powerfully squirting a large load on her belly, the jets flying all the way up to her breasts.
Eric was fourth. He had kept his underpants on until that moment and as he took them off and knelt down between Jan's splayed thighs, stopping to have a good look at the woman's cum-splattered body, both husband and wife, as well as the other men, could see that he was by far the largest of the four. Ray and Bill, holding her legs, instinctively spread them wider and lifted them higher as if they were concerned that her organ, which they knew was so tight, would not be able to accommodate the length and girth of what was now poised at its threshold. The young wife could not help staring at the rod that was about to impale her. It was very long, the unusually thick shaft was deeply ridged with veins and with his retracted foreskin, but the head, bright purple, was even wider, flaring out like the top of the cloud in a nuclear explosion. Jan knew it was even larger than her husband's, indeed it was perhaps the largest she had ever seen, and waited with a mix of fear and desire to see how it would fit, how much it would hurt, at first, what price in pain there was to pay for the eventual pleasure.
He was reasonably gentle. Jan felt the oversized head split her vaginal opening, but did not see it, because Duane held her head down, just as a thoughtful nurse prevents a patient from seeing a surgical tool. But T. did see it, and noted the look of dread and anticipation in his woman's face. Despite the four cocks that already had been in her that evening, it took several powerful thrusts until the shaft made its way in nearly all the way and, had the young female not been held down, she might have tried to fend off the intruder.
Eric then paused. The last half inch or so was the hardest as that was near virgin territory: rarely if ever had a cock invaded those deepest recesses of Jan's womanhood. He pushed again and when it did not work he pushed harder, mercilessly. Jan's mouth opened to scream but Duane, alert, covered her mouth. The hotel was luxurious, with thick walls, but the risk could not be taken. Then, the blond man backed off and gave a last, mighty push. Jan felt something give inside her and then his pubic hair touched hers. It was done. He began to fuck her.
The first few strokes it still hurt but then Jan began to feel the pleasure she knew, she had hoped, would come. It felt so good, oh so good even though it hurt still a little, that big thing splitting her and she felt for just a moment a little worry, a little guilt when she realized that her pleasure was more intense because it came from regions deep in her that even her husband's cock did not reach. But then her eyes found T.'s and he smiled a little, and she saw that he was holding his own thick shaft and then she knew that it was good, that she could let herself go and she finally did, and when she did, it was like a tidal wave washing over her insides. Earlier that evening, with her husband, her orgasm had been the best, the strongest in her life, and now, with a perfect stranger ravaging her cunt, churning the cream three others had just dropped there, she was equaling that, no, she was topping it, but my God, how could that be right, to give herself that way, accept that from a stranger, a stud?
But accept it she did, and more. As strong hands keep holding her limbs, she contracted her muscles, trying to squeeze the shaft in her and even though she failed, Eric noticed and bent over to kiss her, getting his chest hair smeared with the juices on her body. Her face was contorted with passion as all thought departed and her body was wracked by a continued orgasm. Then he pushed hard one last time and he began to spurt inside her, and there was no room, she thought, for the fluid to go, and her cervix would have to open and admit the stuff right into her uterus.
It was a minute before Eric got back on his knees and finally got up. The hands holding her released her body. Everybody was still shocked an awed.
Jan saw her man approach her, still ready, still eager. She wanted him: she wanted to welcome him back inside her body, she wanted him to accept her, to reclaim her body, dirty as it was from the uses it had just undergone. He looked at her, her flushed face, disheveled her, her breasts shiny with perspiration, her own and others, the half dried sperm on her belly, his eyes finally resting on her red, swollen, opened vulva.
"Turn her over," he said.
The men complied. Eric, realizing what the plan was, had time to thoughtfully slip a pillow under her belly, raising her perky butt. T. looked at that beautiful smooth ass, at the back of her thigh, slightly spread by the pillow under her, and at her gaping vagina, glistening with her juices and starting to drip the semen of the men that had just fucked her so thoroughly.
She knew what was coming. She flexed her knees when he felt the tip of his cock against her tight opening. She knew there would be again some initial pain since no lubrication was available beyond a few stray drips of cum that had seeped from her pussy and down her crack. But she wanted it, she wanted her husband to use her this way, with the men watching, so that they would know she was his, there were some things only he could do.
He sodomized her while the others were watching. She submitted herself to that act, which she had performed only with him and with one previous boyfriend, and just enough times that she had barely learned how to relax her sphincter. He was not gentle but not too rough either, just made his way past her outer ring with a mighty push and then had her the way he wanted. But the pillow that Eric had slipped under her, and which was now getting wet with the manly love juices that T.'s actions were squeezing out of Jan's vagina, rubbed against her trigger button as her man was stroking in and and out of her dilated anus, and soon her pleasure grew again to the climax level.
Jan felt her husband restraining his motion, using powers of self control beyond those she knew he had to avoid releasing himself before his beautiful fucked out woman could orgasm. But he succeeded and the four spectators were treated to the very rare sight of a woman reaching her acme of pleasure while being publicly assfucked, before T. himself reached his peak and deposited a heavy load of his semen inside her rectum.
T. collapsed on top of his wife's body and kissed the back of her neck before she turned her head and shyly offered her lips to him, her eyes filling with tears when he kissed her back, silently reassuring her that he still loved her.
T. got up and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. He sat down, his knees sagging, his head spinning. What had they done? It took him a few minutes to regain his bearings.
In the living room, the two older men, their urges satisfied, got dressed and left, while the young woman remained on her tummy, at the place where five men had enjoyed her. She could still not think clearly, and wondered where her husband was and what would he say.
Then, she felt rough hands lifting her on her knees. Eric was holding her up from behind, and she smiled, in gratitude for what she had received from him. Then Ray stood in front of her, his weapon-like black cock ready again, next to her mouth.
Eric, nodded at her and she passively opened her mouth and submitted. When her man came out a few minutes later, he saw Jan on her knees, her head being held by Eric, while Ray was fucking her face. If was of course not a question of any pleasure for her, but just for Ray's to get his rocks off one more time. As T. stood and watched, Eric was moving the acquiescing woman's head back and forth in rhythm with Ray's motions, the black man's curved tool passing through her lips and getting down her throat at every stroke. By the time T. was there, it was nearly finished, done, and just a few more strokes sufficed for Ray to achieve his release, partly in the woman's mouth and partly on her face and chin.
Ray then left also. The husband and wife remained there with Eric, all still naked. The two men helped the exhausted woman sit on the sofa. They got now some juice from the minibar and spiked it, not too strongly. After their thirst was quenched and they caught their breath, the men stared at Jan's sticky face and body. Eric was the one that went to the bathroom to get a washroom to clean her up.
Jan began to cry. T. hugged her, reassuringly. "It's OK."
"Is it? Will it be?"
"Yes. It is and will be. You wanted it."
"You wanted me to do it."
"You liked it."
She tried to swallow her tears and smile, but she contradicted him: "Some of it."
"What part?"
"Eric," she admitted in a whisper, seing him come out with wet wascloths.
They washed her face, tears and semen and sweat, and then all sat down. Nobody said much, just a little bit about who they were, no last names or details. Jan revived a little bit; she did not really became aware of Eric looking at her naked body and of how his equipment was reacting to the sight of the beautiful, post orgasmic, well fucked woman. Unable to think, she still smiled at him. He sat next to her and she snuggled up to him. He wiped her between the legs with the warm, wet washcloth and she then meachanically spread a little as he began to caress her intimately. She then caught herself, wondering if her husband would understand her opening up to the other man. What would he, what could he say?
Then Eric got up and lifted her off the sofa, holding her in his brawny arms. Eric began to walk towards the bedroom. She was still woozy, exhausted, and she was not even conscious of the animal urge she felt to be possessed again in an intimate setting by the man who had pleased her so much and whom she would never see again. She looked at her husband, still seated, for protection. As long as he had been there, watching the men do her, she had felt that she was still not totally at the mercy of her ravishers. But being left alone for that wild Viking to enjoy, for him to plunder her body in private would be another matter entirely.
Was T. no longer in a state to make decisions? If he had was, then he would know what Jan wanted, even if she did not know herself any more, and he would have wanted to give her what she would enjoy. Nobody will ever know. He did nothing. All that Jan heard were his words, addressed to Eric:
"Enjoy. I will be in our room, two doors down."
She smiled goodbye to her man, only dimly aware that she had been handed over, without her being asked, to be the private plaything of a man she barely knew.
She was dropped in their room two hours later. She was carried there, still naked, her clothes in a bundle. She staggered to the bed and hugged her man. She cried for a few minutes and then, by some combination of alcohol and hormonal overload, lapsed out of consciousness.
It was past noon when she woke up. She and T. were thirsty and ravenous, and called room service for juice and fruit.
"Was he good?" he asked her.
"Yes, he was."
"What did he do to you?"
"He fucked me again, on his bed."
There had been no need for any further foreplay.
"Like he did before?"
"Yes. No. Not really, it was face down."
"It was better that way?"
"Yes..."
"It is deeper that way."
She blushed because he knew the reason. "Yes"
"Did you come again, like the other time?"
She nodded. She did not ant to confess that it had been even better, that she thought she would die and did not care.
"Was that all? You stayed there longer."
"He told me to stay and, after a while, to suck him."
"You complied."
"Yes."
She had used all of her expertise to fellate the huge thing, , everything that T. had taught her. He had taught her so much: even, a few times, he had tied her hands behind her back so that she could practice the pure no-hands blow job.
"Did he come in your mouth?"
"No."
"Where then?"
She would have to say it then. She had hoped to wait for the right moment: "He said he wanted to get some of what you got."
"You let him?"
"Yes."
"Your second man ever there?"
She had told her husband that she would never again have another man there.
"No, third. There was one before you."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"At first. I am sorry, he wanted it, I was too tired."
"It's OK"
"Will anything like this ever happen again?"
"No, not in the same way."
"But, in some other way?"
"Don't you think so?"
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