What I knew Angie was doing, now I was actually planning myself. I needed to stop the thoughts but I just couldn’t turn them off. I loved nailing Sandra at her home and I know she loved it because on our way out the door she whispered to me, out of earshot of our spouses, “Don’t be a stranger” and slipped her cell phone number into my pants pocket.
I didn’t throw it away.
It made me wonder, based on her ‘swinger’ reputation, how many men had that number? But I was a guy and guys like to think that they’re singularly special. One thing I knew for sure that gave me license to think outside my marriage was that Angie was ‘servicing’ men’s fantasies at the Pleasure Palace and Delicious so wasn’t I entitled?
I wanted to fuck Sandra again. Angie had gone out of her way to sell me on her and now I wanted to buy. I convinced myself I deserved it although I had to keep saying that.
What I had to figure out was where and when. Angie was gone more often and it became easier to schedule so I texted Sandra: ‘Can’t stop thinking about the other night. Need to see you again.’
No response for most of the day and then: ‘Need to see you too. I loved it. Gotta go up on stage, more later.’
I just texted back: ‘Let’s text when your shift is over.’
She sent an emoji: 😘
Even though it felt like high school I was totally turned on. I was also feeling guilty as hell but a little less so every time I thought of what Angie was doing. Angie was having her adventure and I guess this was mine. I was depressed. I felt marginalized. I was lost with where our marriage had come to, so now I would assuage my hurt feelings by banging the hell out of Sandra. This was Angie’s co-worker so the ultimate blame would lie with Angie for putting all of this in motion.
Around 7pm I got a text from Sandra saying that her husband, Jeff, was on a guy’s night out and could we meet somewhere? About this time my hormones were having a party so I suggested a nearby hotel that I had used for clients. I called the hotel to set it up and texted her to meet me at 11:00 in room 42. She texted back a flirty affirmative and we were good to go.
On the way over I had that guilty angst again but swallowed it in anticipation of Sandra. Soon I’d be drilling that girl and she’d be loving every minute of it. I got there 10 minutes ahead of time and, leaving the door slightly a jar, I stripped down and got in bed.
In a few minutes I heard a tepid knock on the door:
“David? Can I come in?”
“Come on in, girl,” but she wasn’t alone.
Behind her were two unbelievably hot girls. “Friends of mine. I hope you don’t mind. I bragged about you and they had to see for themselves. Is it okay?”
Seriously, I don’t know what I said next but it was surely gibberish. “Yes!”, is the only word I remember saying. At that point, my dick took over as the smartest guy in the room.
“Drinks are in the mini-bar, ladies. Anything you want, feel free to take it.”
Sandra wasted no time in pulling down the bedding and going after my cock. As if I wasn’t already harder than a rock when the hotties walked by, I was feeling no pain when Sandra went down on me. Then as each girl finished fixing themselves a drink they piled onto my cock so it was a virtual parade of super hot girl’s blowjobs. An amusement park without the lines.
Sandra formally introduced me to the girls: Gigi, very petite brunette with a big rack and a shape to die for. Nina, lean and blonde and I wanted to fuck her the minute I set eyes on her. No, let me revise that, I wanted to fuck all three of them the moment they came in the room. It was surreal that these girls were here.
But Gigi and Nina, other than the ‘thank you’ blowjobs, were there to observe. Both of them took a chair while Sandra took everything off and put her pussy right up to my face. I went after it with my hands cradling her amazing ass and her hands caressing her own magnificent breasts.
Then we went 69 and had a mutual dining experience, with the unusual addition of an audience. I’d never had sex with a woman in front of other women. That might have crossed my fantasy list at some juncture but it was never a conscious desire until now. Every so often while I was doing Sandra I’d sneak a peek at one of them to see their responses and each time it would make me a little crazier than the time before. I liked having a gallery watching me, especially if I was interested in fucking them as well.
While I was on top of her and driving my cock Sandra whispered, “I can tell you want Nina.” I nodded in the midst of things. “She’s expensive but worth it,” she cooed in my ear. Sandra reached out to the side of the bed and touched Nina’s hand and at that signal I realized it was an old fashioned tag team and Nina was it. Quickly she stripped down and eased herself down under my cock as Sandra got off the bed. Nina took the athletic approach and gave my dick a workout that took me to the brink more than once. We went doggy for awhile but she steered me back to missionary, as I would find out, for a reason.
When I looked up again Sandra and Gigi were on the couch, lost in each other’s passion, fingering one another to ecstasy. Meanwhile, my pussy radar correctly picked up on Nina from the start. She was a tigress, a tease, a master of manipulation. While my balls slapped away and my cock banged her little pussy she pulled me close, continually whispering dirty talk in my ear. “Fuck me, David! Fuck me like I’m your horny mistress.” Each time she said more I got closer until I couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled out, spraying my cum across her sweat glistened chest.
“Finish me,” she said, and I went down and did exactly that. I’d never had pussy taste that good. OMG. And when I felt her cum I went even harder till she shuddered again. OMG, this girl was enough for 10 guys.
As we all laid back and took stock of our handiwork, everyone got satisfied one way or another and now, to make matters more complicated, I had a serious jones for Nina. I had to have her again.
Sandra took me aside and said that Nina was only charging me $150 and did I have the cash? I remembered Sandra saying she was “expensive” but it never dawned on me that I was buying Nina’s services. I thought it was a euphemism for something else. Nothing was ever discussed prior to hooking up with Sandra and I didn’t even know the other girls were coming. I felt somewhat setup but, then again, I couldn’t disagree with Sandra that she was “worth it”. I scooped up enough from my wallet and the lobby ATM to cover the damage then came back to the room to settle up.