The Hotel Wife

by Jason Lenov

  Piper wouldn’t have it. She just kept bobbing and sucking. She’d gotten used to my cock going into her throat and her mouth was open so I could hear the “glick, glick, glick,” of my cock punching her throat.

  I grunted as my cock seized and my nuts came up. I felt the seed rush through my column and erupt from the head. The corner’s of Piper’s mouth curled in a filthy smile. A deep gurgle sounded from her throat as she swallowed my cum.

  Just as the most intense part of my orgasm was rushing through me, Piper grabbed my ass and slowly pulled me close.

  I felt the head of my cock slip into her throat. My eyes went wide.

  Piper looked up just as her nose touched my abdomen and squeezed the muscles in her neck as if she were swallowing.

  The sensation caused a hot blast of pleasure to rush through my cock and up my spine. I groaned again as splash after splash of my hot cum drained into Piper’s gut.

  She pried herself off me just as slowly.

  As I deflated after my orgasm I had the pleasure of feeling every contour of the inside of her mouth along my cock.

  Her cheeks hollowed. She paused at the head of my cock and flicked her tongue against my glans, coaxing the last few drops I had left, out. Then she pulled her mouth off me, still sucking so that my cock fell out with a dirty slurping sound.

  Piper licked her lips and smiled as I stood staring and shaking my head, totally stunned by her performance. She rose up and pressed herself against me. Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The pungent odour and tart taste of my own seed flooded my senses as she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

  She kissed me deep and hard and when she finally pulled away she nuzzled against my neck, then pressed her cheek to mine. At the same time her hand drifted down and she wrapped it around my cock. “How’d you like to see me do that to a big black dick?” she whispered.

  It was the last thing I’d been expecting to hear. Despite my recent orgasm, my cock jumped in her hand. I heard Piper smile.

  “That’s what I thought,” she said. She squeezed my cock, kissed me on the cheek and stepped out of the shower. Picking up a towel, she walked out of the bathroom leaving me standing under the running water trying to sort things out.

  The feeling, that shadow, the one I couldn’t put my finger on, loomed from somewhere in the back of my mind. I wanted to see Piper do that to a big black cock. I was sure it would be just as hot as what had happened the previous night.

  But there was something about her excitement, something about how sure she was about suggesting it that worried me. What if she started enjoying this too much? What if, now that she’d tried it, there really was no going back?

  I turned off the shower, grabbed my own towel and stumbled out of the room.

  Piper had wrapped the towel around herself and was standing at the window gazing out over the blue water.

  “Piper?”

  She turned and the towel unravelled and fell to the ground.

  I sucked in a breath at the sight of her profile outlined against the sparkling water. She was gorgeous.

  She giggled and picked the towel up. Before she wrapped it back around herself she gave her tits a little sway and laughed at me staring at them.

  I liked the show but it was another un-Piper-like display.

  She walked back across the room. “What’s up?”

  Confronted by the question and still a little under the spell of her delicious curves, I found it hard to come up with what to say. “I’m…worried.”

  Piper’s smile faded into a frown. “Worried? About what?”

  I stared into her eyes for a long time wondering if I should even say it. Would it scare her off? The thought of her doing to Simon’s cock what she’d done to mine was powerfully arousing. Would me expressing my doubts change her mind? In the end I decided that honesty was important even if it did throw a wrench into our good time. “I had a great time last night. I just…I want to make sure we both know where, like, you know, the line is, or whatever?”

  Piper nodded, though she still looked a little puzzled. “What do you mean?”

  My cheeks heated a little in embarrassment at having to explain. I’d been more than happy to watch her get defiled yesterday. Why was I getting into this now? “I want to make sure that this doesn’t, you know, change us somehow. Just…let’s talk about it and make sure we’re still both into it and all that.” It was an awkward and ineloquent explanation.

  Piper touched my arm. “Is this because of what I said? After…you know…” She let out an awkward laugh.

  This was actually kind of a relief. This was more like the Piper I knew. The one that didn’t talk or act like a slut. “Yeah. You just seemed…excited, I guess. About, you know, doing that with him…” I muttered and trailed off.

  Piper took my hands in hers and looked directly into my eyes. “Tom. I love you. This is fun but nothing’s going to change that. There’s nothing to worry about. Okay?”

  I smiled and sighed in relief. She said it so sincerely that there was no doubt in my mind she meant it. “Okay.”

  She squeezed my hands. “I don’t have to you know?” she said quietly.

  I nodded. “I know.”

  She waited for a while before asking. “What do you want?”

  The question twisted me up. Mostly because of what the answer was. “I want it. I want to see it.”

  The smile crawled back across Piper’s lips. “Then stop worrying and enjoy yourself. Come on let’s hit the beach and get some sun. Try to take your mind off of it for a while. We’ll have more fun tonight!” She pecked me on the cheek then grabbed her bathing suit and headed back into the bathroom.

  I knew she was right. This was our vacation and I should try my best to enjoy it. But the dalliance of the night before and what was still to come that evening had infected my thoughts. Try as I might there was just no getting rid of it.

  I’m not sure how long I stared out the window but it was obviously a while. When Piper finally emerged from the bathroom I realized I hadn’t changed into my trunks. One glance at her knocked the wind out of me.

  She had on a swimsuit I didn’t even know she owned. It was a black two piece with spaghetti strands that held up the top and kept the bottom on her hips. Instead of fabric it had mesh everywhere except for two patches of black that covered her nipples and pubic patch.

  As my eyes roamed along her body I realized that she had shaved her pussy. Staring between her legs I could almost make out the cleft where her folds began. I looked up into her smiling eyes.

  Piper put her hands out in a “ta-da.” “You like?” she asked.

  “You’re going out in that?”

  Piper laughed. “I’m not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult!”

  “Piper…don’t you think that’s a little bit much?”

  Piper scrunched up her nose and cocked her head to one side. “Really?” she asked. “This coming from the guy who watched his wife getting fucked by another man last night?”

  Her profanity sent an electric sizzle down my spine all the way to my toes.

  “What’s the matter?” she said, pushing her lips into an exaggerated pout. “Afraid you’re gonna get jealous?”

  I gave her a weak smile and shrugged. “Maybe?”

  She looked at me for a while. She lost the pout but she didn’t smile. “You kind of like that, though. Right?” It was an honest question not a playful tease.

  I shrugged again. “I guess.”

  She studied me for a few more moments. “Then get your shorts on and let’s go. I want to see how what kind of catch I can reel in with this thing.” One corner of her mouth turned up.

  Piper walked past me and as she did brought her hand down on my ass in a hard slap. She burst into giggles and dashed towards the door. “Last one on the sand’s a rotten egg!”

  It was going to be one hell of a day.

  Chapter 10

  It turned out to be one hell of a
day. Piper turned every head that walked by as she baked on the sand.

  I sat under the shade of the umbrella and watched through dark glasses, a magazine in my lap to cover up how I was tenting my shorts.

  Waiters would make no apologies about checking Piper out as they came by taking drink orders. Other guests, mostly older men with wives, were just as unapologetic about staring at Piper. If they noticed me in the tent, most didn’t as they were too busy ogling her, they would pause, possibly put two and two together and then crack a grin.

  Some of the guy’s wives would slap them on the arm but a few looked on, seeming to derive as much pleasure from Piper’s physique as their husbands.

  In the middle of the afternoon one of these guys who had been up and down the beach a few times, shuffled up the sand and took a seat under the umbrella beside me. He was beefy and had a bit of a gut but overall was in good shape. He grinned and extended a hairy paw towards me. “Jack Brenson,” he said.

  “Tom Chance,” I replied, shaking his hand.

  “That’s one hell of a woman you got there, Tom. She is your wife, right?”

  “Yeah,” I said, looking back towards Piper. “She is.”

  “And you let her wear that on the beach?” he said, chuckling.

  “Didn’t have much choice,” I answered, still gazing at Piper. I shifted to keep from revealing the shameful secret in my lap.

  “She’s one of those gets-what-she-wants kind of girls, huh?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I guess. She kind of…kind of turned into that here.”

  “Uh-huh. The sun’ll do that to some women.”

  We sat staring at Piper together, the silence growing more awkward as it stretched out between us.

  “So Tom,” Jack said after a time. “You two like to share?”

  The question startled me and I looked over at Jack. “Share?” I asked.

  “Share. Swap. Swing. You know what I mean? You ever mix things up?”

  It was the last thing I’d expected to be asked. My mind raced for an answer. Did I tell him? Did I tell him about last night? Or did I act offended? Or dumb?

  But Jack didn’t wait. He cracked a grin and pointed at me. “Yeah. Alright. That’s what I thought.”

  “What?” I asked, baffled. “Why?”

  He glanced down at the magazine in my lap. “Come on, guy. You got it written all over you!”

  “I…I do?”

  He leaned closer and clapped my shoulder. “Hey don’t worry about it. But it looks like you just got started?”

  His apparently psychic ability was completely disarming. “We just…last night…” I blathered.

  Jack nodded. “Oh yeah? First time?”

  I nodded back.

  “What’d you do ask one of the bellboys?” he said, his grin turning wicked.

  “Waiter.”

  “Which one?” he asked.

  “His name was Simon.”

  Jack pushed his lower lip out and nodded. “Yeah. I know him. He’s alright.”

  I shook my head in disbelief. Was I really just sitting on the beach having a casual conversation with a stranger about another man fucking my wife?

  “You have a good time?” Jack asked. “Did it scratch the itch?”

  What the fuck?!?

  “I…I guess?”

  “You guess? So not really, right?”

  “I don’t…I’m not…” “If you’re not sure,” Jack said, interrupting, “then it didn’t really scratch it. First time never does.”

  “How do you…” “My wife and I swing all the time. Started ten years ago and can’t stop. We come down here every Christmas and live it up.”

  I nodded.

  Jack chuckled. “You look a little stunned.”

  “I…I guess I am,” I replied.

  “So what do you think? You two up for a little fun?” he asked.

  “Fun? What kind of fun?” I asked, a little hesitant.

  “The kind of fun that’ll get your rocks off like you never imagined. We’re on a boat in the bay just up the beach. Since last night was your first time I guess you never watched your wife take a train before, huh?”

  “Train?”

  “Yeah. You know a few guys at once?”

  “What the…” “Tom,” Jack said, leaning close like he had a secret to share. “I’ve got three bulls with cocks the size of your arm coming over tonight. What do you say? Want to have some fun?”

  The question, as well as Jack’s directness, made my whole body hum. Suddenly the encounter with Simon seemed safe and quaint. Here was a chance to watch Piper turn into a real slut. Three complete strangers on a strange boat in strange waters.

  I looked at her lying on the beach, content as I’d ever seen her. The thought did occur to me that I could just say “yes” and explain, or convince her of it later. But this was supposed to be a thing we did together. I’d said so myself. I looked at Jack. “I’d have to ask…”

  He shrugged and waved towards Piper. “By all means. I’ll wait here.”

  I got up, still clutching the magazine to cover my hard-on. I walked across the sand and lay down on my stomach next to Piper.

  Her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head and smiled. “Hey. Having a good time?”

  I nodded.

  “What’s up?”

  “You’re never going to believe this.”

  Piper lifted herself up on her elbows. “What is it?”

  “So, there’s a guy sitting under the umbrella in the seat next to mine.”

  Piper craned her neck to look back.

  Jack waved a meaty paw.

  “Who is he?”

  “He’s some dude with a boat. He…he invited us over.”

  “He did?” Piper asked, looking confused.

  “Piper,” I said, lowering my voice. “He somehow knew.”

  “Knew what?”

  “He knew about…our thing.”

  Piper’s eyes went wide. “What?” she whispered.

  “I don’t know. He was like, he said I had it written all over me. That I was into that. Him and his wife are swingers. I don’t know. Maybe there’s a vibe people give off.”

  Piper turned to look at Jack again.

  He waved and smiled.

  “And he invited us, what, to his boat?”

  “Tonight.”

  “Why?”

  Gulp.

  I felt the same way I had last night. As if I were standing on a ledge fifty stories above the ground with no railing staring down. Except this time Piper wasn’t there with me. I knew I should tell her. I should tell her about what Jack had said, let her make her own choice whether she wanted to or not.

  I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess I was scared that she’d say no. “I don’t know what do you think? It would just be Jack and his wife? Do you think it might be fun?”

  Piper looked shocked for a moment. Then she looked back at Jack. Then she looked at me. Then she smiled. “Sure,” she said quietly. “Why the hell not?”

  My heart started pounding against my chest. I felt a niggling guilt about not having told the entire truth but it paled in comparison to the excitement that was coursing through me. I leaned forward and kissed Piper’s cheek. “I love you,” I whispered.

  “I love you too,” Piper replied, then added, “pervert,” with a smile.

  I rose up and bounced across the hot sand, ducked back under the umbrella and sat down. I looked at Jack who was grinning.

  “She say yes?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Good,” he said, then gave me a pat on the back. “Seven o’clock. I’ll send the zodiac over to pick you up. To the dock just over there,” he said, pointing out over the sand. He clapped my arm and grinned. “Don’t worry about bringing anything. Just your beautiful wife and yourself. We’ll take care of the rest. You’re in for a treat my friend. Tonight’s going to blow your mind.”

  He hauled himself up off the seat and started walking towards Piper. He k
nelt down on one knee beside her, smiling.

  Adrenaline flooded through my body. I realized that he might reveal the secret. If he did, Piper might be pissed. I watched as he joked with her and got her laughing.

  Jealousy and lust rushed down my core and hardened my cock. After just a few minutes of talking to her it looked like him and Piper were old friends. Once he stood up and Piper was still giggling and smiling at him it seemed I was in the clear.

  After he’d left Piper rolled over onto her stomach and stared at me, smiling. She shook her head slowly from side to side. Then she wagged her finger.

  My insides tightened. I wondered if Jack had told her what he’d told me.

  Piper bounced up off the sand and wiped it off her body. She sauntered over and ducked under the umbrella and sat down folding one long leg over the other and turning to me. “Who would have thought?” she said, eyeing me up and down.

  “What?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

  “That you’d turn into such a naughty boy from a little bit of sand surf and sun,” she said, gazing into my eyes.

  “Naughty?” I asked.

  Piper raised an eye. “Yeah,” she said, nodding.

  “What do you mean, naughty?” It was all I could do to sit still. Did she know? Why was she being so coy? Was she giving me a chance to tell her? Did I come clean or play dumb?

  Piper cocked her head to one side and stared at me. Then she shrugged. “Oh, just a thing that came to mind,” she said, turning to stare out over the ocean.

  I watched her gazing out over the waves.

  After a while she stretched, stood up and offered her hand. “Come on. I want to get some dinner before tonight.”

  I hesitated. The niggle grew. I took Piper’s hand. “Piper?”

  Her eyes went up. “Yes?”

  I took a deep breath. It really would be for the best to tell her, even if it ruined my chances of seeing her being even more depraved. “I love you.”

  Piper smiled. “I love you too,” she said.

  My stomach sank a little as we started walking towards the suite. I promised myself that if we got there and she really wasn’t into it I would put a stop to it and leave. I certainly wouldn’t let anything happen to Piper that she didn’t want.