Yes, this is why we selected the Beekman. The bar is a known haunt for wealthy financial executives looking for company for an evening, and maybe willing to pay for the pleasure, and, being on the edge of Little Jamaica, with a mixed black and white clientele. Our fantasy was indeed coming to life here. The elegant businesswoman on her own at the bar. The husband tucked away in the corner, relegated to the role of voyeur. The good looking black executive looking for some companionship.
I wondered what you had told him about yourself. Whether you had decided to stick with the business woman in town for the weekend, looking for a wild evening, or whether, as we had sometimes thought, decided to play the role of the bored housewife, moonlighting as a high class escort, looking for a new client? Either way, it looked like you were enjoying each other’s company.
After an hour or so, the conversation looks like it is winding down. You stand up, pick up your purse, give him a friendly smile and a nod, and turn to leave. You don’t even glance in my direction. I notice that he is watching you all the way to the entrance. At first, he shows no sign of leaving, and I wonder if the two of you had decided to go your separate ways, but after a few minutes he calls the barman over and settles his tab. Then he walks towards the entrance. I get up and follow him out towards the elevator. I know that this is not in the script, but I have to know whether he’s otherwise engaged for the remainder of the evening, or whether you have decided to be very discrete.
We both stand waiting for the elevator. I find it quite wild that he has no clue that he is standing next to your husband. Is he also staying at the hotel? If he is, it’s on the ninth floor, the same floor as us. I nod at him as he asks what floor I want, “Same floor please”. We exit the elevator. I go left, he goes right, towards our room. I walk slowly, looking back over my shoulder. My stomach gives a big lurch as I hear him knock on one of the doors. I quickly look back again. Our door! Your arm reaching out for him! He steps inside and as the door shuts, I think I can hear laughter.
I retrace my steps until I stand outside our door. Then, again not in the script, I put my ear very close to it and try to catch any sounds coming from within the room. I can hear voices, but very indistinct. Then there’s a silence, quite a long one, then more voices. I am torturing myself now. Has he just kissed you? Is he already undressing you? My mind is racing as I turn away and take the elevator back down to the bar.
I am alone in the bar with my thoughts, my very wild thoughts, for over two hours. All the time I am wondering what is happening right at this moment in our room. I think of you doing all the things that we had imagined in our fantasies and more besides. I imagine him kissing you, undressing you, caressing you, making you shudder as you cum. I imagine you sucking his cock, looking up into his eyes. I wonder if you are playing dominant or submissive with him.
I am broken out of my reverie by the phone ringing. I hear your voice on the other end of the call, “Hello, it’s me. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, so I could call you. We are heading out together. He wants to take me to a club that he knows. It’s called the Negril Village Lounge. It’s not far from here, near Eighth Street, I believe. So if you want to you can come back to the room in ten minutes or so, we’ll be gone by then, or if you want to play the voyeur some more, you can take a cab to the Negril, and maybe I will see you there. I have to go now.”
“Yes, I’ll be at the Negril, but before you go, tell me quickly, so I can sit and imagine what you have been doing, how is he? I assume not bad if you are heading out to the club with him.”
“His name is Lebron, and he is a very good lover. A very good kisser, and he has a nice long, thick black cock that has kept me very satisfied for the last two hours. And I think he really likes my cocksucking skills. After we got to our room, I gave him a really good, slow blowjob, and then he was all over me.”
“What did you tell him? What we agreed?
“Yes, he thinks that I am here on business and have to stay over for the weekend. But I also told him that I am very dominant, that I like all my men to worship me. Actually, he’s already had a taste of the whip, which I think was a new experience for him. Listen, I have to go now. I’ll look for you in the lounge. Bye!”
As soon as you put the phone down, I walk quickly outside and hail a cab. The ride to the Negril Village takes only five or six minutes. Once inside, I am faced with a choice, the upstairs or downstairs lounge? I take a look in both rooms. The downstairs lounge is darker and more intimate. Both rooms are about two thirds full, mainly occupied by couples and small groups, mostly black, a few white and a few more interracial. A few couples were dancing in the downstairs lounge.
I decide that downstairs will be the place, and I find myself a table towards the back of the room from where I can see almost everyone. A black waiter takes my order for a double gin and tonic. He is obviously a bit surprised to see me, a white guy, there alone, but he says nothing. Maybe he thinks I might be there to pick up one of the good looking black girls I notice dotted around the room.
My drink arrives quickly. I look around the room, I am the only white guy on my own, but there are a few single black males. Mostly it’s black couples and groups, but there are several white couples with black male companions. I amuse myself by wondering how many white cuckolds there are in the lounge. A few of them become obvious when their wives head for the floor to dance very closely with their black companions.
It’s half an hour after I arrive, when I am just about to check upstairs, that you and Lebron walk into the lounge. I notice immediately that you are holding hands, and that you look like you have been very well fucked. You’ve also changed into one of your rather daring, low cut little black dresses, which shows off your figure and your legs very well.
Luckily, Lebron spots an empty booth just across from where I am sitting, and heads towards it, so I will have a clear view of the two of you. But then you pull him back and point out a different table, a bit further away and more secluded. I know that you have seen me because as you turn away, you glance quickly over your shoulder at me, your expression as if to say you don’t want to make it easy for me to be the voyeur.
However, I can still see the two of you, although not as directly, and you aren’t sat facing me, but I can see that as you sit down, he draws you towards him, and you exchange quite a lengthy kiss. As always, that immediately raises my arousal level.
Lebron orders drinks, and then it goes even higher as I watch him take you onto the dance floor. The way you dance together, closely, hands all over each other’s body, it must be obvious to everyone in the room that the two of you are lovers.