An adult stories – A Work in Progress Ep. 02 by Red_Le_Canan,Red_Le_Canan Episode II:
We Share Everything
Greg wandered nonchalantly into the bar at the Hilton. At least he intended for it to be nonchalantly. His heart was pounding. The place had only just started to fill up but wasn’t packed yet so he was able to easily grab a seat at the end of the bar with a good view of the whole of the room. Rhonda was supposed to come down ten minutes later and he didn’t want to miss seeing her come in.
The outfit he’d put together for her was what he’d come to think of as ‘business, slut casual’ in style and he couldn’t wait to see what kind of reactions it got. She was still halfheartedly predicting that she wouldn’t get any bites when she trolled the bar but they both knew she was full of shit.
She’d been more confident in her appearance in the last six or seven days than she’d been, maybe even before having a kid. In fact, a couple of days previous, Rhonda had gone so far as to show up at his work unexpectedly to deliver him lunch wearing a skimpy outfit of her own concoction.
She’d come into the office trailer wearing jean shorts that weren’t quite short-shorts but damn close and tight as hell. They hugged her round ass and completely revealed her little, shapely legs with their full thighs. The denim was so tight in fact, Greg couldn’t decide if there was a slight hint of camel toe or if it was just his imagination running away with him. She had flat, strappy sandals on her cute feet and her dark hair was in a careless bun revealing the delicate curve of her sexy neck.
It was the shirt though, that was what put the ensemble totally over the top.
It was a pink, flowery print number with a wide elastic band portion around the middle, almost like an old tube-top but positioned below the breasts. Barely a quarter inch of midriff was showing, but absolutely nobody was looking there. Above the wide elastic, those E cup jugs were spilling over, contained only by the thin, slightly ruffled material of the shirt. The top wasn’t really that low cut, but some cleavage was definitely visible. A smaller, stretchy band on top swooped down in a gentle arc from puffy short sleeves on her shoulders.
Rhonda’s heavy tits were bouncing and swinging all over the place as she strolled through the room and her nipples, (twice as big as pencil erasers and just as hard) were impossible not to notice. She’d clearly neglected to wear any of her expensive and ruggedly supportive bras. It was the first time Greg could remember her going out in public without one since she’d had their daughter ten years earlier.
All work in the little construction office trailer ceased. Every one of the guys had their mouths opened and Greg thought he heard Tonya, their assistant, and an out and proud lesbian, ask someone on the phone to repeat themselves as she struggled to tear her eyes away from his wife’s figure.
Max, Greg’s partner and co-owner of the company, was the first to speak to Rhonda.
“Hey Ro. You’re looking, ah, well.” he’d said.
“Hi Max. Thanks. I feel good.” she responded.
“I brought you two a couple sandwiches from Benny’s.” she went on. “Sorry I didn’t bring enough for everybody but I didn’t know you had so many people slaving away for you guys in here these days.”
She looked around the room and many sets of eyes, that were caught in the process of wandering over her body, desperately attempted to gain altitude. Several of them failed and simply went somewhere else. Most of the boys seemed like they were trying to remember what they’d been doing before Rhonda had come in.
“That’s okay. We get everybody pizza on Mondays.” Max replied, cheerily.
“Yeah,” Greg chimed in, “but I for one, would take a roast beef from Benny’s over pizza, any day of the week.”
“Amen to that, brother.” Max added, as he stepped around his desk to take the wrapped sandwich Rhonda was offering him from the bag.
She approached Greg’s workspace with the other and as she set it down, she leaned way over his desk to give him a quick kiss. Before their lips met, he caught a glorious vision of the valley between her breasts closing as she squeezed them together between her forearms.
While they kissed, it occurred to him that the rest of the office was probably getting the kind of view of his wife’s ass that might not be technically legal in all fifty states.
When their lips parted and she straightened back up, Greg got the equally fascinating spectacle of the valley opening back up again and he heard Tonya asking the hapless person on the phone to repeat themselves, yet again.
“Thanks, babe.” he said.
“Yeah thanks,” Max began, in an almost dreamy voice, “and it’s really nice to see you again.”
“Awe. You too, Max.” she said sweetly, as she smiled up at him.
At six foot one, Greg’s business partner towered over Rhonda, whose flat shoes added almost no height to her five foot frame. For the first time ever, Greg had a brief, imagined scene in his head, of the big guy manhandling his little, curvy wife’s naked body around in some random hotel room somewhere.
Greg was shocked with himself. Not so much for having dreamed up the scene, but for how quickly the thought was making his cock strain against his pants. He was glad there was a desk between him and the rest of the small office.
Then he did something else he was pretty sure he’d never done before; he stole a glance at Max’s crotch.
He discovered that, either the man was having a similar fantasy about Rhonda, or he was hiding another roast beef sandwich in the front of his chinos. Greg then glanced at his wife and saw that she had noticed Max’s condition as well.
Max, probably becoming aware of the visibility of things himself, looked at the foil wrapped sub in his hand as if he didn’t know how it had gotten there. He excused himself, mumbling something about a working lunch and he retreated to the cover of his own desk.
Rhonda looked at her husband with an unmistakable expression of pride on her pretty face.
“So, another late night, tonight?” she inquired.
“Yeah,” Greg started, “trying to catch up in advance for our trip so I’m not so far behind when I get back.”
“Alright, baby. I’m looking forward to it. Love you.”
And with that she turned, causing all the eyes that had gravitated back to her body, to divert to safer territory again. As she moved for the door, there was a smattering of bye’s and a see you later or two from the boys. The only person who directly talked to her while she was on her way out was Tonya, who didn’t seem to be trying as hard as the others to hide her lecherous gaze.
Rhonda gave the woman a little wave and said, “Nice to see you.”
“Oh, it was nice to see you too.” she replied boldly, dragging out the words and nodding her head slightly.
Steve, one of the temporary safety foremen, stifled a snicker.
“Okay. Everybody back to work. Pizzas will be here soon.” Greg announced, sternly to the office at large after the door closed behind his wife’s voluptuous ass.
He found himself vaguely wondering if Rhonda’s little unplanned visit might have actually cost the fledgling company to lose some money. If so, the tingle in his balls at the memory of it made him feel like it had been worth it.
No one else had said a word about the incident except for, again, Tonya. A few minutes after everyone had finished lunch, while she was dropping a roll of plans on Greg’s desk that he’d requested, she spoke to him conspiratorially.
“You know boss, now that I’ve seen your wife, I gotta tell ya, if I were you, I’d be spending more time at home.”
“I’m workin’ on it.” he replied, with a wink.
His reverie was broken when Rhonda finally entered the hotel bar.
She was wearing a navy, pinstripe skirt suit that ended somewhat higher above the knee then what most HR departments would probably approve of. Nude stockings covered her legs that Greg knew were thigh-highs whose lacy tops would be just visible when Rhonda sat down.
The jacket had a single button that she wasn’t currently using and her shirt was an ivory colored, silk button up. While the button on the sport coat had the night off, the buttons on the shirt were working overtime trying to rain in breasts that were a good deal larger than what the garment had been designed for. The fabric was so puckered between her impressive bosom it seemed in danger of tearing. The exact shape and size of the tits themselves was obscured by the jacket but Greg knew that wasn’t going to be the case forever.
Greg also knew that other than the tallest, stiletto heels that Rhonda felt comfortable walking in, she wore nothing else. No panties. No bra. This secret was probably not going to stay as such forever either and his balls tingled.
Rhonda made a quick survey of the room, only locking eyes with him briefly, and then headed for the middle of the bar. Greg’s heart skipped a beat and he began to develop a partial erection. He was finding that the anticipation was electric.
The half-full bar didn’t go silent with her arrival the way his office had earlier in the week, but several conversations stopped as many eyes followed Rhonda’s progress. The closest to Greg of these suspended conversations was at the corner of the U shaped bar itself, near the end where he sat.
Two blond guys, who looked a little like gym rats and were clearly blue-collar, judging by their jeans and t-shirts, had sat down only a minute or two before his wife showed up. They’d been there just long enough to have ordered and received a pair of bottles. One of them looked to be around thirty and the other couldn’t have been more than twenty-five years old.
Greg, spying on the rest of the space over the top of his notebook computer, felt that they looked similar to one another and he wondered if they were related.
Their talk was initially about the crane safety class that they were attending in one of the hotel conference rooms that week and had moved quickly to their plans for the evening when one of them, the younger one, spotted the vision that was Greg’s wife, walking through the bar.
The older of the two had been in mid-sentence.
“Maybe we’ll call up old,”
He stopped when the other grabbed a handful of his shirt and pointed with his forehead toward Rhonda, who was pulling up to a stool in the middle of the counter.
“That is The hottest, fucking milf, I’ve ever seen in real life.” the young guy said, just loud enough that Greg could make it out.
Of course he wouldn’t have argued the point with the dude and Greg wondered if his wife had heard him as well.
“Forget what I was saying, Joe.” the older one said.
He slid out of his stool and moved a few feet closer to the beautiful, new arrival and addressed her with a voice that was casual and confident, in equal measure.
“Please, ma’am, it would make my night if I could buy you your first drink on this fine and pleasant evening. And be warned, if you say no, my dignity might be damaged beyond repair, so please say yes and spare me the pain of your rejection.”
It occurred to Greg that if the guy had been wearing a hat, he probably would have it crumbled in his fist and pressed to his heart at this point. He noticed the man’s companion roll his eyes while taking a swig of his beer.
Rhonda gave the one who’d spoken to her a coy, little smile before responding.
“Does that old-school, ‘I’m a chivalrous gentleman,’ act actually work on any women, like ever?”
The guy nodded his head proudly when he answered.
“A surprisingly high number of times, I’ll have you know.”
Rhonda reacted with a laugh that was the sexiest example of such that Greg had ever heard come from her mouth. Man and wife locked eyes again for the briefest second. He instantly looked down to his laptop, in case the other men looked to where she had glanced.
The screen was displaying a random page from a contract for a job that his company had completed the year before. Greg had no idea what words were on the screen; he was just using the device like detectives in old movies used newspapers.
“Well, why not?” Rhonda said to the long winded fellow.
“What can I get you?” the utterly forgettable bartender asked her.
The poor girl had overheard the exchange and was at the ready. Greg almost felt sorry for her. She was of an age with the two guys who were leering at the older Rhonda, and Greg had noticed that the one who’d stayed in his seat, Joe, had been looking the server out up and down, not two minutes before. Now though, his wife’s raw sensuality and provocative outfit had effectively eclipsed the other female.
The bartender might as well have been a vending machine.
Rhonda ordered a Mojito, of course, and her would-be suitor added, “Top shelf.” to the request.
While they waited for her drink, introductions were made. Sir Galahad’s name was Jack and Joe was, in fact, his little brother, though neither man was small.
Several minutes of polite chit-chat revealed that the older one was twenty-eight and the younger, twenty-five. A full ten years Rhonda’s junior. The guys were in town for a safety training class their company had sent them to and Rhonda told them that she was passing through on her way back home.
Jack, the more talkative one, eventually commented on the ring she wore.
“Oh,” she began, while toying with the wedding band with the fingers of her other hand, “my husband is a hundred miles away still. I stopped here for the night, so I could have one more evening on my own.”
At this, the brothers exchanged glances with each other. The expressions on their faces during this would have been more appropriate on ten year old boys who’d just stumbled onto an unguarded cache of fireworks.
Jack, who’d been standing since the conversation began, took the opportunity to sit on the stool immediately to Rhonda’s left and promptly, Joe slid from his perch and moved over to take the one on her right.
Well, this is interesting, Greg thought to himself as he looked back down to his meaningless contract.
He fired off a quick text to his wife.
[See? Not even 5 mins and you’ve already got more attention than you can handle]
On cue, her phone obediently vibrated and she reached into the inner pocket of her jacket to retrieve it. Joe must’ve gotten a tantalizing glimpse of the contents of Rhonda’s coat during this maneuver because his eyes went as round as saucers for a second.
“Ah, speak of the devil.” she said with a ting of indigence.
She could be quite the little actress when she wanted to be, Greg observed.
“It’s him. Checking up on me. Hold on a sec, fellas.”
She revolved her stool around to read and then respond to the message, away from their eye lines. Greg stared intently at the out of date document on his computer.
Shortly, she turned back around and asked the boys how they were enjoying their stay.
While they gave answers along the lines of, “getting more interesting now,” Greg’s phone silently lit up with her reply.
[Who says i can’t handle it?]
Greg inadvertently guffawed, accidentally drawing mild scrutiny from others at the bar.
Without looking up, he moved his eyes directly from his phone, which was out of sight of the trio, to his laptop and he began making completely ineffectual keystrokes on it. He continued this until he felt and heard the others’ attention move back to one another, as their drinks were replenished.
“So, you seem like you enjoy getting away from the mister?” Joe asked.
“It’s nice sometimes. He’s alright, but sometimes he gets a little worn out.” Rhonda answered.
“Oh?” Jack, this time.
“Well,” she began, smiling indulgently, “I guess to be fair, I’m the one who wears him out. I’m, ah, how should I put it? Energetic, if you know what I mean?”
Jack and Joe both raised their eyebrows in a way that made it impossible not to notice that they were brothers. They almost looked like twins at that moment.
Wow, Greg thought to himself, she’s not wasting any time.
In a respectable show of restraint, the guys managed to change the subject to her work. She told the truth about being in education but lied about where.
“I never had a teacher that looked like you.” Joe observed, sounding like a wide eyed and innocent school kid in the process.
Rhonda gave her coy and sexy smile again before addressing both of them with a pointed question.
“Now, which one of you boys is hitting on me?”
She looked back and forth between them before adding, “It’s hard for me to tell what your intentions are.”
The two men smiled and it was Jack’s turn to answer.
“Well, gorgeous, me and my little brother here are closer than most, I think. We share everything, if we can, and when we can, if You know what I mean.”
Joe agreed, tipping his beer at his sibling.
“Is that so?” she asked, her smile now broad and knowing. “And what if you can’t share?”
“Oh, darling. You wouldn’t do that to us, would you? You wouldn’t want to be responsible for splitting up family members. You seem far too, ah, accommodating for that.” Jack declared.
Rhonda favored them with her sultry laugh again before responding.
“Speaking of separating family members, I see you have a ring also?”
“Ah, yes,” Jack started, manipulating his wedding band similarly to how she had her own, “she’s a few hundred miles away, and whenever she’s game, I share her with Joe too.”
Joe tipped his bottle a second time.
“Oh, lucky girl.” Rhonda stated.
“She doesn’t have to be the only one.” Jack shot back with a wicked grin.
The men had seemed to close in tighter on either side of Greg’s wife during this exchange and he wondered what their hands were up to, as they were below the level of the bar. Greg had a theory of course, which was quickly confirmed when Rhonda’s eyes grew first wide and then seemed to melt into a dreamy, half-lidded state. Additionally, Jack was looking very pleased with himself.
“How forward of you, sir.” Rhonda breathed.
It had been almost inaudible to Greg but he’d easily caught the husky note of arousal in her voice. In spite of her words, she clearly wasn’t offended.
“You should check out what I found, little bro. It seems this lady has come prepared.” Jack said, barely loud enough for Greg to make out.
Joe looked around the bar, apparently checking for witnesses, before he adjusted his position even closer to Rhonda. After only a moment, he looked back at her surprised.
“No panties!” he exclaimed, happily.
The younger brother hadn’t been as discreet as Jack. This time, Greg wasn’t the only one who’d overheard. The invisible bartender, for one, shook her head in annoyance before returning to what she was doing.
While he watched two strangers finger his wife in public, Greg found that the semi-hard boner he’d been sporting since she had arrived was now completely rigid.
Rhonda made a show of feeling warm, fanning herself, and said something about it getting hot in the room, to which the brothers both snickered. They gave her some space as she made to remove her jacket.
Jack, ever the gentleman, assisted her. Once it was off, the overworked, sleeveless shirt struggled to contain the heavy swell of her breasts. Her rack was framed by the gentle roundness of her bare upper arms and was intoxicating to behold. Her nipples, standing out in defiance of her comment on the temperature, looked hard enough to perhaps be dangerous to eyeballs and other soft flesh.
The somewhat expensive blouse probably wasn’t intended to be patently sexy but in too small of a size and without a bra underneath, it had overshot alluring and landed squarely on indecent. The boys’ reaction to its revelation was palpable in the air of the bar. They’d all but totally lost their cool at this point. They openly ogled Rhonda appreciatively.
The bartender only scowled, after she’d delivered a drink to a guy across the U shaped counter from Greg who didn’t even notice that it had arrived. He was just as transfixed as the brothers.
Removal of her sport coat was the previously agreed upon signal to Greg that she’d made her selection of who she was taking back to the room, though with as close as he was to the action, it hadn’t been strictly necessary. Rhonda probably did it just for fun, he realized.
“Tell you what, fellas,” she began, “I’m going to text my husband and tell him that I’m going to see a movie and not to bother me for a couple of hours and then, I think we should move this party back to my suite. Whadya say?”
The boys both nearly drowned themselves finishing their beers while Rhonda composed a quick message to Greg.
[Hope its ok, going off script. Might get 2 loads in this pussy]
Greg’s erection became almost painful when he read this.
She straightened out her skirt before standing and threw her jacket over her shoulder, once she did. Joe offered to carry it for her and she made a comment about Jack not being the only gentleman in the family and then they were off.
The population of the hotel bar had perhaps doubled in the time since Rhonda had entered and Greg saw many sets of eyes watching her go.
Once the trio was gone from sight, he waited for a count of ten, put his folded laptop under his arm and moved for the door himself.
He didn’t want to look like he was following anyone so when he reached the hall he simply walked right out, as opposed to peeking around the corner. By that point, his wife and the guys had passed the elevators and had stopped by the main set of stairs.
If they didn’t start moving again, Greg was going to be forced to stop at the elevators and pretend to wait for one or risk walking right past them. Luckily, they were off again before he reached the lifts.
The suite was on the second floor and the couple’s plan all along had been for Rhonda to avoid using the elevator because of safety concerns. Greg wanted to make sure that she ended up in the rooms they had rented and not someone else’s. Now that the group had passed the main, open stairway, he could only assume that they were headed for one of the smaller stairwells. And not, he hoped, some ground floor room.
The doors to the rooms were arranged together in pairs that were set in shallow alcoves. Since no one was around to see Greg acting strangely at that moment, he started moving from niche to niche, like an honest to God detective tailing someone.
They continued down the long hall of the East wing of the hotel stopping only once, about halfway down the corridor, apparently to allow Rhonda to take off her shoes. Gentleman Jack then carried them for her.
Greg was struck by how small she looked between the men with her stilettos off. The guys, while not as tall as his partner Max, both had to be around six feet. As they approached the stairwell, they were getting grabby with his wife and she was laughing. They pulled the fire door open and disappeared from his sight.
Greg was ready to hot-foot it the rest of the way but just then, someone emerged from the last room in the hall and headed towards him so he proceeded at a respectable pace and even greeted the woman as she passed.
When he reached the door, he looked through its small, reinforced window before reaching for the handle. What he saw within caused his semi-flaccid penis, which had partially deflated in the process of following the group, to rapidly begin stiffening again.
They were on the landing between the first and second floors and Rhonda was facing the fire door with her back against the wall. The boys were on each side of her and the three of them were forming an almost perfectly symmetrical shape. It was like a piece of art or something, Greg thought. Like a raunchy sculpture made with living, human bodies.
Jack had Rhonda’s right wrist pinned to the wall above her head with his left hand and he was kissing her passionately. Joe had her left hand pinned above her head near the other with his right. Their fingers were entwined and he was kissing and biting on her neck while her head was turned toward his brother.
Down south, Rhonda’s skirt was bunched up around her waist and her neatly trimmed pussy would have been exposed if it hadn’t been for Jack’s big, right hand palming her entire pubic mound while he was in the process of fingering her. In turn, Jack’s hand was being obscured by Joe’s left hand laid over it, as he was vigorously working some of his fingers into her as well.
As he watched, Greg’s own free hand absentmindedly started rubbing his junk through his pants.
He could hear much heavy breathing and moaning through the gap around the door, most of which seemed to be coming from his wife. She broke her lip lock with Jack, who went right to work on her neck, and then she looked directly into Greg’s eyes through the little window. She gave him a wicked smile.
Her expression seemed to say, ‘This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to see your dirty, little slut in action, don’t you?’
He had to admit he did. In fact, Rhonda looked so hot, he had to stop pawing at himself for fear of creaming his jeans right there in the hall. She turned her head to her left and put her tongue in Joe’s very willing mouth. As they kissed, he redoubled his efforts to assist Jack in working over her snatch with their hands. The corded muscles in both men’s powerful arms were rippling with exertion.
Between the brothers’ shoulders, Greg could see some of his wife’s ample chest heaving with the excitement of the moment and shortly, the button that was directly between her breasts, and therefore under the most duress, gave up its valiant fight. The poor thing seemed to vanish as it shot off to who knew where.
Jack showed no reaction to this event but his brother stopped kissing Rhonda long enough to take a gander at the cleavage exposed in the gap. He withdrew his hand from her crotch and began fumbling with one of the remaining buttons that was above the point of failure. He was having no luck with it and Greg figured that it didn’t help that the man’s fingers were wet and slippery with Rhonda’s juices.
“Just rip it!” she cried, in a husky voice.
Jack, hearing this, withdrew his mouth from her also and grabbed at her shirt in near unison with Joe. The men pulled. The blouse burst open allowing Rhonda’s big tits to first, slosh out away from each other, then recoil back together, before finally resting in their natural positions.
The boys gasped, and then wasted no further time in getting their lips and teeth onto her big nipples and generous areolas.
Greg could hear the thunk of his wife’s head hitting the wall as she threw it back and growled in ecstasy. The men’s hands again began jockeying for position at her crotch, but their activity came to an abrupt end when all present could hear the sound of a fire door on a higher floor open in the echo filled space.
Greg ducked his head away from the window as fast as he could, and then became concerned that the trio might flee in his direction. He wondered if he should take a bold approach to the problem and throw the door open himself. If they were headed towards him he could try to act innocently surprised when he ran into them.
As the moments of indecision stretched, he reached the conclusion that they weren’t headed his way after all. He stole a peek through the reinforced glass again.
Joe had just concluded helping Rhonda back into her jacket and was picking up her shoes while Jack was leaning out over the railing to look straight up the stairwell. Apparently satisfied with whatever he saw, the older brother signaled for the other two to follow and they disappeared from sight onto the next flight of stairs.
Greg waited until he heard the sound of their egress above him before following. Once he’d reached the second floor himself, he opened the door as quietly as he could and poked his head out to check on the group’s progress. He found that they were about halfway to the suite, walking quickly but otherwise keeping a low profile as there was a family wearing swimwear and carrying towels, walking towards them.
The pool bound couple with the three kids stopped at the main elevators which were roughly across the hall from the rooms Greg and Rhonda had rented. When the horny trio reached their destination, there seemed to be some tension between the two groups while the family waited for the lift and Rhonda located her key card. At last, the door was unlocked and Jack and Joe filed in after her.
Greg moved into the corridor and tried, once again, to walk nonchalantly towards his destination. Once the other party boarded their elevator and he was alone in the hall, he all but ran to the door immediately next to the one his wife and her new friends had entered. He used his own key card to slip inside the room that was adjoining to their suite.
They had discussed leaving the door that linked the two rooms unlocked in case Greg heard something that caused him to think Rhonda was in need of assistance. Ultimately, they decided against it, mostly due to the fact that the deadbolt had very obvious markings indicating what condition it was in. They were concerned that whatever man she took back to the room would see this and suspect that something weird was afoot. Besides, they realized that with two keys to the main suite, Greg could gain entry to it from the hall anytime he wanted to anyway.
He’d already set a chair next to the connecting door so he could sit and try to hear the action next door.
Over the course of the next hour and forty-eight minutes, he heard his wife make many noises, some of which, particularly towards the end, sounded very much like a woman in distress. The final act of this provocative audio performance reached a crescendo with a movement featuring ‘Woman in Distress’ with accompaniment by two ‘Men in Distress.’
At last, after several minutes of silence, during which he half expected an encore to begin, he heard the suite’s door to the hall, open and close. This was immediately followed by an all clear text from Rhonda.
Greg moved to his own door and spied on Jack and Joe through the peephole while they waited for an elevator. The guys looked a bit tired but also pleased with themselves. Jack even went so far as to gift his little brother with a pat on the shoulder.
“Well, it looks like they had a good night.” Greg said aloud.
Once the elevator doors closed and the men were gone, he slipped out of the room and into the suite where his wife awaited him.
After closing the door he paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darker space. While he waited, he marveled at the smell of the place. The scent of Rhonda’s sex was hanging in the air. It was as if her carnal excitement had exploded in the room. It made him think of a wild animal; raw and mammalian.
“Hey, is that my husband coming to check up on me?” Rhonda asked, in a dreamy tone.
“Yes it is. You’re in trouble. You were bad again.” he responded, while he moved deeper into the room.
A single bedside lamp was on and he found her lying in the middle of the king size, with the sheet pulled up to her neck.
“Before you get any further, can you turn the heat back up?” she asked. “We were sweaty and turned it down at some point but now I’m getting cold.”
Greg fulfilled this request before stripping off his clothes and joining his wife on the bed. He sat cross legged next to her but not touching her yet.
Now that he was close to Rhonda, his nose detected the aromas of semen and perspiration as well.
“Sweaty, uh? You must have been a really bad girl.”
“I was only doing what you told me to do.” Rhonda said, with all the faux defensiveness she could muster in her dreamy state.
Her husband reminded her that she had been instructed to take A stranger; one singular, back to the suite and let him fuck her. She’d overshot the mark by double.
“And plus,” he continued, “I caught you being very, very slutty in the stairwell. Imagine, a married woman letting a pair of strangers, she only just met, do that to her in a public place. My wife must be quite the whore.”
Rhonda agreed that she must be so and asked him if he wanted to hear the whole story now, or just fuck her first, and save the confession for later.
“Well,” he began, “since the point when you walked into the bar, I’ve probably been hard and soft and back again, I don’t know, eight or ten times. I lost count. I’d really like you to tell me exactly how bad you’ve been, but you seem pretty tired. Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“Those boys did do their best to wear me out, but for you baby? Anything.” she purred.
Then she pulled the sheet down enough to reveal the pillowy shapes of her breasts.
“Oh yeah.” Greg hissed, upon seeing this. “You let those brothers see your tits before you even made it back to the room.”
“Yeah, I think my shirt is ruined. Sorry.” she said.
Greg told her that he’d figured her whole outfit might end up being disposable when they’d purchased it anyway. Then he informed her that he expected to hear the complete story, without a lot of coaxing from him this time.
She promised to do her best.
“I assume you heard everything in the bar?” she inquired.
He assured her he had.
“Well, there wasn’t much talking on the way here, other than them wanting to take the main stairs. They were trying to feel me up all the way down the hallway so I thought it would be more fun to take the secluded route and see what they got up to.”
“Oh, they got up to some stuff.” Greg observed.
“Yes they did.” Rhonda agreed. “I think I was just about ready to cum when somebody came out a few floors up and we had to stop. Knowing you were watching me be such a naughty tramp really got me going. And those guys had some muscles on them. Their arms and shoulders were hard as rocks. Almost as hard as their cocks.
“When we were in the hall out here, I had to hold my jacket closed over my tits because the button on it was too low and my blouse was useless at that point. That poor family waiting for the elevator knew some kinky shit was going on. They kept trying to keep their kids from looking at us. Well the wife was, anyway. The husband was smiling at me the whole time.
“Once we got in here, I just took the coat and shirt off and threw them on the floor over there and when I turned around, Joe, the younger one, grabbed both my tits with his rough hands and started making out with me, hot and heavy.
“I pulled my skirt up around my hips and Jack said, ‘Why don’t you just take that off? And the stockings too.’
“So I did. Well, after I got Joe’s tongue out of my mouth.
“It was such a turn on to be completely naked in front of two strange men who still had all their clothes on. I was on display for them, like I was a toy they’d just brought home. And they wanted me so bad; I could see it in their eyes. I felt so hot and so cheap; it was such a turn on. I was already wet from the stairwell, but when I was standing there totally vulnerable and at their mercy, I felt my juices running down the insides of my thighs.
“I dropped to my knees and got Joe’s pants opened. I couldn’t wait to get a dick in my mouth.”
Greg, still sitting on the bed next to her legs, interrupted her story to ask if Joe’s package was bigger than his own.
When she hesitated to respond, he reminded her that he wouldn’t ask a question if he wasn’t willing to hear the answer. Finally, Rhonda admitted that it had been bigger.
Greg had always felt confident that he was no slouch in the size department and of late, he’d been suspecting that the idea of his wife getting fucked by a dick larger than his would turn him on. He was right.
“That’s hot.” he said.
“Oh yeah?” she asked, seeming to be relieved.
“Definitely.” he confirmed. “The idea of a truly big rod up in you gets me going.”
“Ha! In that case, you haven’t heard the half of it yet.” Rhonda proclaimed.
Most of her previous drowsiness appeared to be gone. Greg urged her on, as he began to stroke himself slowly.
“So it turns out,” she resumed, “as much as those two look alike with their clothes on, their cocks are identical. Joe’s balls are a little bigger, I think. But the cocks, identical. It was freaky. And I mean freaky in a good way.
“So when I got Joe’s out of his pants, I think I sucked in my breath. It was definitely longer than yours, but the head was smaller. It was sort of tapered. It got thicker and thicker as it got closer to the base. And at the base, it was bigger and fatter than yours too. The tip was so narrow though that as soon as I got it in my mouth, I was able to slip it right down my throat.”
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Greg observed.
“I know.” Rhonda agreed. “Jack must’ve thought so too because he stripped off his clothes and sat in that armchair over there and started jerking off, just watching me give his little brother head.
“After a couple minutes of this I’d gotten my mouth good and warmed up and I was drooling all over my tits. Once I got my neck at the right angle, I was able to get all the way down on Joe’s tool. It was tough to keep from dragging my teeth on that wide base, but the first time my chin touched his nuts, he said, ‘Goddamn, bro. She’s fucking good.’
“Then Jack said to me, “Okay, honey. Joey always has to get one off, right away, and then he can go for a while before he blows his load again. He’s sorta gotta clean his pipes. Where can he put that first load?”
“”Right in my mouth.” I said. And then I swallowed his cock right back down to the base again. It probably wasn’t thirty seconds before Joe said he was losing it.
“I backed off to where just the narrow head was between my lips and I stroked him while he squirted his cum in my mouth. Once I sucked the last bit of taste from his tip, I leaned back and swallowed it.”
“Fuck!” Greg growled.
He got his legs under himself on the bed until he was on his knees next to Rhonda and resumed rubbing his own dick, but very slowly. He didn’t want to pop off yet.
She gave him a sinister smile as she continued the tale.
“Both the guys were impressed that I swallow. I guess Jack’s wife, Lydia I think they said, doesn’t.
“”So whadya want to do now?” I asked, looking at Jack. He reached down next to the chair and fished a rubber out of his pocket and I said, “You don’t need to use that if you don’t want to.”
“Well, you woulda thought I’d just told him that he’d won a million dollars. He grinned and threw the condom package over his shoulder. Then, he curled his finger at me and patted his thighs, with his big cock sticking up between.
“I got up and put my knees on each side of him in the chair and slid right down on it. I’m pretty sure I was dripping on the floor while I was sucking Joe off so of course, it went right in and I felt so full and it was so deep, I swear it was poking around behind my bellybutton somewhere.
“He said, “Oh fuck. Bro, this is the softest pussy I’ve ever felt. And she’s gonna let you fuck her without a raincoat.”
“”Shit.” Joe said. “Rhonda, seriously, we can cream pie you?”
“By this point, I’d started riding Jack slowly. My tits were brushing up and down on his big pecks and it felt so good on my nipples. Even though you could tell he worked out, he had a little bit of a bear belly on him, which was actually nice because it was rubbing the front of my twat; grinding on my clit while that stiff rod of his was going in and out. Jack was just sitting there gripping the arms of the chair, letting me do all the work, like I was a high class hooker that he hired to get him off. I was so damn horny.
“I said, “Yes you can. I want both of you guys to cum in my pussy.” and while I was saying that, I was thinking about you, Greg. I was thinking about how hot you were going to be when I told you about it. I was thinking about us and what we would be doing right this moment.”
Greg had to stop stroking himself for fear of popping off before the end of the story. Rhonda was looking at his cock and smiling. When he glanced down at it, he saw that pre-cum was dripping from the tip, like a very slow, leaky faucet. It had made a dark spot on the sheets.
He couldn’t remember ever being more desperately aroused in his life.
“I was so turned on thinking about confessing to you later, I came and got Jack all wet. I kinda collapsed onto his chest and he finally let go of the arms of the chair and held me.
“After a minute or so, he must have decided that it was time to take the gloves off, because he lifted my hips up and started pounding up into me. You’re probably gonna hear that word a lot during the rest of this story. Pounding, I mean.
“Eventually, he told me to stand up, turn around and sit on his cock with my knees together. He got his hands on my hips again and this time, he was lifting and slamming me back down on him, over and over.
“Joe had gotten his clothes off while I was riding Jack. He was half hard again by this time, so he put his dick back in my mouth. With his meat all the way down my throat, and Jack’s up in my pussy, I came again.
“They were pretty proud of themselves but I think Jack was getting too wound up because he pushed me up and off of him and into Joe’s arms. I was a little weak in the knees so he had to steady me for a minute and he was feeling me up the whole time, of course.
“Then Jack said, “I think we should play, ‘Dealer’s Choice.’ and his brother said, “Hell yeah!”
“I started to ask what that meant and Jack just told me not to worry, that I would get the hang of it, soon enough. Then he told Joe that it was his deal, and Joe said, “Missionary, on the bed.”
“The next thing I know, they yanked the covers off, picked me up and tossed me onto the bed on my back. I spread my legs and Joe slid his big cock in me. Before he started thrusting, he kinda moaned and told his brother that he was right about how soft my box was.
“Apparently, Joe has only ever fucked a girl without a condom on once. Bad luck, they said. Jack’s wife makes him wear one every time, too. “So this is a special occasion, then.” I said.
“Joe started fucking me slowly, at first. He was kissing me, squeezing my tits and biting my lips. Jack was laying on the bed next to us, watching and touching himself sometimes. After a little while, Joe got going faster and harder. His brother got a hold of one of my legs and helped hold me wide open. I could tell Joe was getting worked up and I was too, but just when I was about to cum again, he pulled out and said, “New dealer.”
“Without missing a beat, Jack answered, “Doggy style, on the bed.”
“They grabbed me up and flipped me around to where I was on my hands and knees facing Joe’s shiny, wet shaft. Jack got behind me, slapped my ass, said something about how hot and jiggly it was, then he slipped it in me. He didn’t waste any time. He got right to the pounding and Joe was helping him out, as well. He had one hand on my shoulder and the other on my throat, like he was going to choke me, but he wasn’t. He was just pushing me back into his brother’s cock harder and faster.
“I heard somebody saying, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” over and over again and then I realized, it was me. I think I came twice while this was going on.
“About the time that I started thinking that Jack’s dick was the hardest one I’d ever felt in my life, he said, “New dealer.”
“They turned me around and swapped jobs so Joe’s meat was in my twat now, and Jack was slamming me back into him.
“I came some more and Greg, honey, I’m afraid that if you want an accurate account of how many times they changed dealers and what all positions we were in, I don’t know if I can help you. It’s kind of a fucking blur now.
“They just kept moving me around the room and positioning me how they wanted. They would pound me till they got close to blowing their loads and then they would switch. I must’ve cum twenty or twenty-five times, who knows. My stomach feels like I did a million sit ups. At the end, I either had three orgasms in a row, with almost no time in between, or it was a single, minute long orgasm.
“I do remember that at some point, they carried me over to that swivel chair, got me on my knees in it, with my back arched down and my ass curled upwards. They took turns pounding me from behind while they had fistfuls of my tits so they could use them like fuck handles. They would say, “New dealer.” and just spin the chair around so the other one could nail me for a while. I soaked the whole seat, I came so many times. The hotel will probably have to throw it out and charge us for a new one.
“Eventually, Jack said, “Well, bro, I think it’s time we gave the little lady what she asked for.” And I thought I heard Joe say, “DP?”
“I asked if that’s what he said, and they clarified, D V.
“They carried me over to the bed, which was fine since I couldn’t move under my own power anymore anyway. Jack laid on his back, right where I am now, and they got me straddling him with his big rod in me. I was laying down on him with my jugs mashed onto his chest and he was stroking my hair. He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for this, honey?”
“I said that I honestly didn’t know if I was or not, but by that time, I couldn’t have run away if my life depended on it.
“Joe got behind me and started working that narrow cock head into my pussy, right alongside his brother’s. Jack was just holding still while he worked at getting it in and eventually, both their dicks were all the way in me and I couldn’t tell if I was in agony or ecstasy.
“The guys started fucking me with an alternating rhythm, their cocks sliding past each other, in and out, but never letting themselves come all the way out of me. That saying about there being a fine line between pleasure and pain is bullshit. I was lost in an endless limbo between the two.
“I have no idea how long this was going on, but then I had that minute long orgasm. I think that’s what put the boys over the edge. Jack growled, “I’m gonna cum in her, Joey.” and his brother just yelled, “Oh fuck!”
“I tried to say something like, ‘Yes, yes. Cum in me!’ but I think I just screamed. That’s when both men slammed themselves as deep as they could in my snatch and I felt them throbbing and spurting all their jiz in me. They totally flooded my stretched out pussy.”
Greg had been holding very still during the last few minutes of the tale. He didn’t dare touch his own dick, which was visibly pulsating, for fear of making himself cum. But at this point, he’d heard what he’d been waiting for, so he yanked the sheet off of his wife, exposing the whole of her naked body.
Rhonda spread her legs in welcome. He looked at his wife’s pink, swollen and thoroughly soaked hole. There was still some of Jack and Joe’s cum draining out of it, pooling on the sheets.
Greg practically jumped onto her and thrust himself into her pussy, all in nearly one movement. She was opened up to him in a way he’d never experienced before and he could feel the thick seminal fluid from the two strangers, gush out of her, around his cock.
In exactly two pumps he began ejecting a good deal of his own cum into Rhonda. His orgasm was perhaps the deepest and most intense one that he’d ever had.
Once fully spent, he rolled off of her and breathed heavily.
“Well,” he started, “that was fast. Sorry.”
“Oh, no. Don’t worry about me. I’m wiped out right now anyway.” his wife assured.
“Besides,” she continued, “in the morning you can check out the video clips the guys took and I’m sure you’ll take good care of me then.”
“Video clips?”
“Yeah, whenever one of them wasn’t the dealer, they were usually recording me with their phones. I had them send me the clips and I told them to delete my number afterwards, because I don’t want my husband to find out what I did. Oops. I just told my husband what I did.”
Greg and Rhonda both laughed in spite of their exhaustion.
“That was the kinkiest, hottest, fucking thing I’ve ever done, and by a long shot.” she said, after they’d recovered.
“Yep.” he agreed. “At the moment, I can’t think of anything that could top it, but I’m sure something will come to me.”
“Oh shit.” she said, sounding sleepy.
“Remember, you said you’d do anything.”
“Anything for you, baby.” Rhonda said dreamily, just before she began snoring softly.
About a week and a half later, Greg found himself alone in his company’s office trailer. He was putting the final touches on a bid they were submitting for a small apartment complex. The building was going to be small by most standards but for his and Max’s construction outfit, it would be a big job so he was doing his best to get it right.
He heard the front door and looked up to see Tonya stride in.
“Hey boss. Working late again, I see.” she said, cheerily.
“Yep. What are you doing here?”
“I forgot my wallet in my desk drawer. That’s what I get for not carrying a purse, like a ‘normal’ girl.” she answered, making air quotes.
“How’s that pretty, little wife of yours, anyway?” she asked, after retrieving her pocket book.
He caught himself before saying, “Almost fully recovered.” and managed to give some pat response.
“Good, good. Tell her I said hi.” Tonya said, with a little gleam in her eye.
Another unbidden imaginary scene popped into Greg’s head.
He pictured his wife, laying naked and on her back in their bed. Her legs were spread and between them was Tonya, also naked. She was on her belly with her face buried in Rhonda’s crotch.
His assistant turned and headed for the door.
Greg had very intentionally never ‘checked her out,’ up til that point in time. He had strong feelings about keeping working relationships with permanent employees proper and professional. Still, he knew that the image his caveman brain had conjured up for him was now firmly lodged in the back of his head so he couldn’t help but want to add some detail to it.
Tonya’s jeans weren’t terribly tight, but when she turned around to leave, Greg could see that her little butt had a nice round, plumpness to it. This observation would certainly help flesh out the scene in the old spank bank, he thought.
With her hand on the door knob, she turned to him and he had the irrational fear that she’d just read his mind.
“Hey! I keep forgetting to tell you a funny story.” she said, bright eyed and seemingly unaware that she’d caught her employer staring at her ass.
“Oh yeah?” he responded, carefully.
“The other day,” she began, “when your wife brought you guys lunch, I was out in the lot later that afternoon, having a smoke. The two summer job kids were here that day, stacking the concrete forms.”
Greg knew she was talking about Steve and Kip. Both eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, they were bound for colleges on both coasts in a few weeks. Steve to the East and Kip to the West, or maybe it was the other way around?
“Every time they see me,” Tonya went on, “they chat me up. I think they’re kinda fascinated that I’m a lesbian. Anyway, they saw your wife come and go just before lunch that day and they asked me if she was my girlfriend. I’m betting the horny twerps spent the whole afternoon fantasizing about me and your wife in the sack together.”
“Ha! Silly boys.” Greg said, too loudly he realized.
He hoped his face wasn’t turning red with embarrassment as he’d just been imagining that very thing.
Maybe it was true what they said about men never really growing up, he reflected.
Tonya continued her story.
“So I told them that I’d never had a girlfriend who was half as hot as that, and then the three of us started, well… if you don’t mind me saying, we had some locker room talk. You might want to warn your wife about those boys if they’re around the next time she stops by. They’ve got some serious boners for your woman. Plus I think they were having a good time talking all rowdy about her with a girl.”
“Wow.” was all Greg could say.
“Too much information?” Tonya asked, though she didn’t seem genuinely worried.
“Probably, but don’t sweat it. And I’ll tell Rhonda you said hello.”
“Thanks, boss. See ya.” and then she was gone.
Too much information, or just the right information, Greg thought to himself, as a sinister, new plan was rapidly taking shape in his mind.