The Hotel Wife

by Jason Lenov

  “Come on baby. Come on,” she urged in a breathy whisper.

  My eyes darted all over her body but my mind remained firmly affixed on what she’d said. What would it be like to watch as a black cock pumped hot cum into my bare wife?

  I came with a shout.

  Motion caught my eye. I turned my head to one side. There stood Simon. He was holding a tray covered in a silver dome. As our eyes met he made no motion to look away. No apology at staring at us as we fucked.

  He nodded at me again except this time didn’t smile.

  I picked up a sheet and lifted it up to cover Piper.

  At first she wasn’t sure what I was doing. Then she saw Simon, too. A shocked gasp was followed by a burst of uncomfortable giggling as she rolled off of me.

  Simon walked up the last few steps and into the room. “My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Chance,” he said, placing the tray on the small breakfast table by the door. He sounded anything but apologetic.

  “That’s…uh, that’s fine,” I said. I didn’t normally get embarrassed by this sort of thing but this was quite an intrusion. “I guess you sacrifice a bit of privacy for this view, huh?” I said, trying to make light of what had happened.

  Simon shot me a faint smile. Then he turned and took a good long look at Piper.

  The thin sheet did very little to actually cover her body. It outlined perfectly the curve of her breasts and ass and legs.

  Simon gazed at her for a long time before turning to me again. “You want to give your wife a taste of the black cock?” he asked.

  My eyes opened a little wider and Piper gasped next to me.

  Simon held his hands up. “Easy. Easy. It’s okay,” he said, smiling and nodding. “Happens all the time.”

  Maybe I should have been offended. Maybe I should have reacted differently, told him that I was going to speak with his manager and get him fired. Thing was, he really seemed genuine about the offer. “It does?” I asked quietly.

  “Sure, mon,” he replied, his accent slipping to patois. “Just thought I would make the offer. You two look like you were having fun. Enjoy your breakfast.” He flashed a wide smile, turned and a moment later was gone.

  Piper and I sat in stunned silence for what felt like a long time. It was finally interrupted by her loud guffaw. I turned to see her still wide-eyed and slack-jawed by what had transpired. “Did that just happen?” Piper asked.

  I started chuckling. “I believe it did.”

  “Oh. My. God,” Piper said quietly. “I am so embarrassed. How are we going to enjoy the rest of our vacation? Simon works on the beach! I’m going to want to crawl into a hole in the ground every time I see him!” she squealed.

  “Piper calm down,” I said, putting an arm on her shoulder.

  “Calm down?”

  “Calm down. Nothing happened. People have sex. Yeah it’s a little weird that he was watching but…who cares? Do you really want to go bring it up with his manager?”

  Piper shook her head. As much in disbelief as in reply, I think.

  “You think he’s never seen a pretty white girl before?” I asked. “In a place like this?” I wasn’t even really sure where I was going with this.

  There was a certain excitement bubbling inside me. Though we’d dirty-talked our way through the fantasy a few times we’d never discussed anything concrete. Maybe this was it? Maybe Simon would be the way in.

  The thought was electrifying.

  “Tom?”

  Piper’s voice stirred me from my thoughts. “Huh?”

  “Are you seriously thinking about this?”

  I studied her eyes as she gazed into mine. The wild girl I’d seen lurking there had been replaced by a scared little girl. “Are you?” I asked.

  She looked away, off to one side, and chewed on her lip as she thought. “With Simon?” she whispered.

  I shrugged. “Why not?”

  And why not?

  The jealousy thinking of Piper with another man inspired was a very potent source of arousal. But that was because this was still a safe thing, still inside my mind. It hadn’t actually happened.

  Whether I would feel the same way about actually seeing another man’s cock plying Piper’s pink folds was another matter.

  There was also the consideration that this was one of those things in life that there was no turning back from. We couldn’t un-cook this egg. If and once we had crossed the line there was no retreat. It might change us forever and we would never know unless we tried.

  “Do you want to?”

  Piper’s whispered question sent a shiver down my back. This wasn’t just playtime any more. She was actually thinking about it. Really contemplating letting it happen.

  I turned and looked at her again. I’d said I don’t know many times in the last few days since we’d started talking about this. There probably weren’t many more I don’t know’s she would tolerate before she gave up.

  I was faced with a very difficult choice.

  “Do you think it’ll change things between us?” I asked.

  Piper shook her head. “I don’t know.” She laughed. “That seems to be either all of us can say.”

  “Yeah,” I replied, chuckling that she’d had the same thought.

  “Maybe…” she started but then left the word hanging in mid-air.

  “Maybe what?” I asked.

  “Maybe we could start off slow?”

  Suddenly things came into sharper focus. It was probably the fact that Piper had taken the first step. It threw into stark relief that this wasn’t just something I wanted to. Nor was it something Piper was going to do exclusively for me. She wanted to try it, too.

  The notion had a very sharp and dangerous edge to it. Why did she want this? There was the inevitable questioning of my own masculinity. Was I not enough for her? But I dismissed this almost immediately. It seemed that line of reasoning would only lead to heartache and it wasn’t Piper who had brought this up.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked

  “I’m…why do you want to do this?”

  Instead of answering right away Piper took some time to think. Which was reassuring. “I think…it’s like I said before. Maybe it’s the ocean air? Or the fact that we’re just here to let loose? It’s so naughty, right? And you really seem to enjoy it,” she added.

  “I do but it still stings a little.”

  Piper leaned in closer. “I know,” she whispered, “and for some reason that is so hot.”

  “That it hurts me?”

  Her eyes wandered across my face. “That you would even think of letting me do something like this. Even though it hurts you a little you're considering this. That’s so…dangerous. So dangerous it’s sexy.”

  I nearly laughed but I didn’t want to upset her. It was a slightly convoluted explanation but I guess as long as it made sense to her. “What do you mean by ‘go slow?’” I asked.

  Piper took a deep breath. Her eyes wandered around the room. “Well…maybe, like, we could just see what it would be like if he kissed me first?”

  This sharpened my arousal along with igniting a new sensation. Paranoia. I’m not sure how the thought came to mind but suddenly I couldn’t look at Piper without wondering whether this was some elaborate ruse on her part.

  What if this was something she’d always wanted? What if I really wasn’t enough for her? What if she needed another man to be satisfied?

  I did my best to dismiss the thoughts. Of course they were preposterous, right? Piper didn’t have it in her to somehow lure me into an elaborate scheme like this. She had joked about me getting jealous about other men staring at her down here. How had that turned into us seriously considering letting her sleep with another man?

  When I turned to look at her again her expression was very serious and it gave me a jolt. “You want to kiss him?” I whispered.

  Piper rolled over and put her hand between my legs to find my cock at half-mast. “If you’ll let me,” she whispered back.


  My cock throbbed in her hand.

  I watched her eyes, her face, her mouth, anything that would reveal her motives behind this.

  You’re being crazy, Tom.

  Maybe I was but I couldn’t help how exciting this all was. And then I just went and said it. “How can I be sure you’re not doing this just because you want to fuck another man?” I asked.

  Piper’s mouth fell open slightly and she caught her breath. Then a smile blossomed across her lips and she giggled as she squeezed my cock again. “Isn’t that part of the fun?” she said softly as she mounted me again. “I don’t think you can.”

  Chapter 7

  We got up, had breakfast, showered and waited in the room until Simon returned to collect the tray. He didn’t bring the matter up again but Piper approached him right before he left. “So, hey, Simon?”

  “Yes ma’am?” he asked with a smile.

  “About your…about what you said earlier?” She chewed on her lip some more.

  Simon looked at me and nodded but then did nothing else. This seemed to indicate that he needed my permission in some way, so that this didn’t become a problem. A gentleman’s agreement everyone could be happy with. He was giving me a chance to offer him my wife. “Uh…she’s…I…uh, Piper’s the boss,” I said, nodding towards Piper.

  I saw her eyes raking across his body. I wondered how wildly her imagination was running. Was she already thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by a powerful man like Simon? I tore my gaze away from her and looked at Simon again.

  Piper giggled. “I’m not the boss,” she said, walking over and putting her arms around me. “We just thought it would be fun.”

  Finally Simon reacted with a smile. “Sure,” he said, nodding. “Sure. I finish this afternoon but I don’t think it would be wise for me to come while it’s still light. How about ten? That way we can have some privacy?”

  The word privacy shook me. We were really talking about this. We were really talking about Piper having privacy with another man.

  Piper squeezed her arms around me. “Sure. That sounds great,” she replied with a smile.

  I looked down at her after Simon left. She turned and stared up into my eyes and smiled again. “Relax,” she said quietly. “We can always change our minds.” She touched my cheek with the palm of her hand and kissed me on the lips. “Let’s hit the beach.”

  I spent the day in a state of semi-painful arousal trying to hide my erection behind a book.

  Piper had worn a fairly modest orange and white two piece. It didn’t show too much, though there wasn’t much she could do about her breasts. But her gorgeous legs were still on full display and now it seemed like everyone was staring at them and at her toned tummy.

  Simon came by our umbrella a few times to see if we needed anything. We ordered drinks, then some food. He didn’t offer to put Piper’s suntan lotion on again and she didn’t ask.

  I began to have confused and slightly paranoid thoughts about that, too. Why wasn’t he offering? Had that been some sort of test? Did he do that to all the guests? To see which ones got excited?

  All sorts of troubling thoughts clouded my mind. What if Simon had somehow seduced Piper without my knowing and this was just a ruse, a cloak for the affair they were having?

  There were moments of sobriety, too. In these I would nearly burst out laughing out of nowhere. What an absurd notion, that this friendly hotel worker had somehow stolen Piper from me! But the gloom would return and to be honest sometimes I would revel in it as I pretended to read my book.

  When we finally stood up to go get ready for dinner I was a tangle of nerves.

  “Are you okay?” Piper asked. She squeezed my hand as we walked towards our suite. “Did you have a nice day reading?”

  “I’m fine. But I didn’t get much reading done.”

  “You didn’t?” she asked, scrunching up her nose. “You were staring at that book all day.”

  I pulled her arm to make her stop walking.

  “Tom? What is it?”

  “I don’t know if I can do this. It’s all I could think about all day. It’s making me kind of crazy. I think…I think maybe we should just call it off.”

  Piper’s expression softened as she tilted her head to one side. “Oh, Tom,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would freak you out so much. I just wanted this to be a fun thing.” She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Of course we can cancel.”

  As she stood on her toes to kiss me a wave of shame swept through me. I was being a total killjoy. We’d had a good time dirty talking this and talked about it and agreed to do it and now I was going to bail because I couldn’t handle it.

  Lame.

  “No, wait.” I stopped her as she started walking again. “I’m sorry. I’m being crazy, I know. I just…let’s try. We’ll go slow like you said. Just a kiss to start.”

  A funny smile formed on her mouth. She stepped closer and pressed the tip of her index finger to the tip of my nose. “You are being hilarious right now. It’s pretty cute,” she whispered.

  Crystal clear water lapped at our feet. The sky glowed orange with the setting sun.

  “We totally don’t have to, Tom. Like I said I just thought it would be fun because you seemed to be having such a good time with it. Let’s forget about it. We’ll tell Simon that we changed our minds when he shows up.” She turned and started walking towards our suite.

  I followed with my mind grinding it’s gears trying to decide whether to go through with it or not.

  I’m afraid I was more or less absent throughout dinner though it didn’t seem to bother Piper. She prattled on about how well-baked she felt for lying in the sand all day and other things of little consequence.

  By the time we’d finished and returned to our suite it was quarter to ten. Piper turned to go to the bathroom. She paused at the door and looked back. “If Simon shows up just tell him it’s off, alright? Then we can have some fun,” she said. She winked, walked into the bathroom and swung the door shut.

  The minutes ticked away.

  My insides heaved and flopped. I didn’t know what I wanted any more but I felt bad about how this day had gone. It was only our second on the beach. There were five left to go. Was I going to spend the next five days staring at my book and second guessing myself?

  The quiet knock startled me and I turned to see Simon standing at the door. “Good evening Mr. Chance,” he said.

  “Good evening.”

  I don’t know how long he stood there but it was long enough to become a little awkward.

  “Would you like me to come inside?” he asked. He was so cool and collected and respectful it was obvious he’d played this game before. He didn’t move until I replied.

  “Uh…yes,” I said quietly. “Please. Come inside.”

  Simon smiled and stepped in through the door. “Did you have a pleasant day?” he asked taking a seat in the chair by the wall.

  “We did. Thank-you. Very pleasant.”

  He smiled again. “Good.”

  A few minutes passed without us saying anything. The door to the bathroom opened. I gasped as I saw Piper step out her body completely bare. She had showered and as she moved into the room she pulled her hair back behind her head. She smiled. “Did you send him aw…”

  She stopped in mid-sentence as her gaze came to rest on Simon sitting in the chair. Her eyes darted to me.

  My breath caught in my lungs as my heart thudded in my chest. I had no idea what I was doing. this hadn’t been the plan. And yet…and yet what?

  Why hadn’t I sent Simon away? Why hadn’t I told Piper he was here? Why had I just stood there and waited to see how the situation played out?

  Simon stood up. He walked across the room, his eyes roaming up and down Piper’s curves.

  My throat tightened as I watched his dark arm snake around her back and pull her close. My eyes bugged as I watched her chest press up against his white shirt, her nipples stiffening at his touch.
Then he leaned over her, took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back. His lips pressed against hers.

  Piper’s jaw fell open as she let his tongue into her mouth.

  I was paralyzed. Standing there watching Piper’s first defilement, her first transgression, the first step she took away from me, away from us, fuelled such a lust in me that it hardened my cock almost instantly.

  Simon continued to kiss her, his jaw moving in time with hers as he plied her tongue with his. After a time his hand moved up off her waist and drifted slowly up her rib cage until it came to cup her soft breast.

  Piper moaned into his mouth.

  This was nothing like what we’d agreed on. I had no idea why I hadn’t sent Simon away but now that I was standing there watching him kiss her I was so glad I hadn’t. My hard-on was raging as I watched the two of them make out. It was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

  Finally Simon broke their kiss.

  Piper inhaled a breathy gasp.

  Simon leaned forward and slurped her stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  Piper turned to look at me. She had a sultry look in her eyes as she bit the lower corner of her lip. Agony flickered across her expression as Simon suckled her teat. Then she opened her eyes to look at me again. “I love you,” she mouthed.

  Those words had never made me feel what I felt then, or since. Unfortunately I think you can only experience that sort of bliss once. I staggered back and sank into the chair as Piper and Simon began the show.

  He spent just as long sucking her nipples as he had kissing her. Her hand drifted to the back of his head and came to rest on his dark curls, pulling him in close.

  His hand slid back down past her hips and dipped between her legs. The sticky sounds of his fingers splitting her folds mingled with the splashing waves below.

  My engorged cock throbbed as I watched his fingers gliding along her pussy. That was supposed to be mine and mine alone and yet here I was watching another man touch it.

  His middle finger slipped between her hot flesh and I watched the tip of it disappear into her hole.