I met Jim and Kelley at a restaurant bar the night I got stood up by one of my lovers. I was halfway through my first drink when she texted to say she had a family emergency. I was disappointed, but I didn’t drain my drink right away because a sexy woman sat down next to me and smiled.
“Hi,” I said. “Can I get you something?”
“A martini and an Old Fashioned,” she replied. “My husband is parking the car.” I instantly thought I’d been had. Still, a drink meant I could at least talk and maybe flirt, and I like meeting new people.
She was dressed to the nines. She wore black heels and a black dress, with silver jewelry that matched her short, silver hair. The drinks arrived just as her husband did, who took the seat on the other side of her. I introduced myself to both of them, Jim reaching across his wife to shake my hand. “I’m Kelley,” she purred, and I’m serious when I say there was a spark when we shook hands. She held my hand long enough that I got a little nervous, but her look was pure attraction.
We drank together as they waited for their reservation, Jim engaging me in conversation as Kelley admired me and laughed softly when I made a joke. We hit it off right away, and I was happy when the restaurant bought them a round of drinks because their table would be a little late. I flirted with Kelley and chatted with Jim, sitting sideways on the chair so I could put my feet on the footrest under Kelley. She touched my leg with hers a couple of times as Jim went on about cars, golf, and beaches.
When the hostess finally came to get them, I was a little sad the meeting was over. Kelley followed the hostess, but Jim paused for a bit and looked me straight in the face. “We’re visiting from out of town, and Kelley wants to the three of us to meet tonight for a drink.” His voice shook just a little as he kept talking. “She likes you.” My evening was open, so I agreed. Jim gave me the name of the hotel and told me to meet them at 9 in the bar downstairs.
I went home to wait the two hours and called my lover to see how she was doing. I spent the rest of the time watching mature women with short gray hair get worked over by younger guys on the internet, absentmindedly playing with myself.
I made it to their hotel right at nine. Parking is a hassle in a tourist town, and I had just sat down at a mostly empty bar when the phone rang. The bartender answered it, looked at me, and said, “Yes, he’s right here. I’ll tell him.” He put the phone down and crossed the bar to me. “Your friends said they’re sorry they can’t meet you in the bar.”
I was bummed out quickly. Not only did I have a little crush on Kelley, but I’d spent the last two hours goofing off, waiting for something to happen that wasn’t going to happen. “Give me a Johnny Red on the rocks,” I said.
“Well, they said to come up to their room,” the bartender replied. “It’s 219. They said to knock on the door.”
“Nevermind the Johnny.”
Things were looking up. This was an older hotel, owned by a movie star who had been on screen with all the greats, and the hallways were decorated with memorabilia from her movies as I walked to the elevator. A short ride up and I was standing in front of their door, my heart pounding. I always get nervous at times like these, even though I only panic on the inside. “It’s just a drink,” I said to myself, hoping I was wrong. Knock-knock.
She opened the door wearing a black silk robe that extended to her mid-thigh, black heels, and black stockings. I was blown away– this is the type of thing you read about but never happens to you. “Come on in,” she said.
It was a nice, two-room suite with a fireplace and a living room, which we were standing in. Kelley came close to kiss me on the cheek and give me a sultry smile. “How are you,” she asked.
I looked her up and down. “Not bad,” I said, feeling both a little silly and a stirring in my pants.
“You ready to do this?” she asked.
“Ready for what?” I replied, slightly unsure about what she meant but hoping it meant sex and not my murder.
“I guess Jim didn’t tell you,” she said demurely.
“Yeah, where is Jim, anyway?” I asked, getting a little nervous.
“He’s in here. Come look,” she said. I slowly walked throught the double doors into their bedroom as Kelley pointed into the bathroom. Jim was kneeling in the corner, wearing a red thong and heels, with his head down. Someone (probably Kelley) had whipped his ass with something thin, as he had angry red welts all over it like a ladder. “I was thinking that maybe you could show this useless jerk how a real man fucks a woman.”
Talk about landing on your feet. I reached out to put my hand on her waist and pull her close to me, my mouth covering hers as we kissed like new lovers. She began to grope for my crotch as I put my hand on the back of her neck and my tongue in her mouth.
She broke away suddenly, walked into the bathroom, and picked up a piece of rope that was laying on the floor and began to walk back into the bedroom. It was a couple of seconds before I realized the other end of the rope was tied around Jim’s parts. She jerked it cruelly and dragged him back into the bedroom by his dick. I stood stock-still, pretty surprised at the entire display. Kelley wasted no time and got on her knees in front of me, pulling out my member as she pulled on the rope tied to Jim, causing him to kneel. I noticed that Jim was wearing a sleep mask
I backed away a little. “I don’t think I want Jim to suck me,” I said.
Kelley laughed a haughty laugh. “He’d probably be just as useless at that as he is at fucking. He’s just going to listen.”
Kelley noisily went to work, and I was gasping within moments. She released me, expertly knowing that I was about to climax. She shoved me lightly in the chest, causing me to fall back on the bed. I let out a playful “hey!” and she giggled as she stepped out of her heels and climbed on the bed with me, moving Jim to the side of the bed. She mounted me and we kissed some more as I enjoyed the wetness of her mouth on mine. She reached between us to grab me when I said, “wait.”
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“I’m a safety guy, I said, lifting my legs until I could get to my pocket. She seemed a little disappointed that I was applying protection, but I didn’t care about that. Your health’s your health.
She grabbed my length and sat on it, sliding down all the way, and let out a low moan. She began to grind her hips into mine, slow and hard, and began to tell Jim what she was doing. “I’ve got this big cock in me, it’s so good, so much better than your tiny, useless wiener, oh, he’s filling me up, so good.” I could tell that she was getting more excited by what she was saying as she sped up her movements and pressing harder on me. I reached up to squeeze her nipples and that sent her over the edge. She started hauling on the rope as she came powerfully, her moans of pleasure mixing with Jim’s rhythmic grunts of pain.
She was really good, and I went over the edge right when she was finishing her climax. I don’t know if it was the lead-up, the masturbation an hour before, or the sexiness of the scene, but I felt like my brain was coming out of my cock. Kelley could feel me pulsing and the explosion of cum inside her.
“Sooooo good,” she said, lifing a leg and getting off me. I stood up shakily and took off the condom, pulling up my pants to throw it away in the bathroom when Kelley stopped me. “Give me that,” she said.
Unsure about what she was going to do, I handed it to her with curiousity (I’m fixed, so I wasn’t worried about babies). I was really surprised when she jerked the rope and said, “open your mouth.”
Jim obeyed and Kelley stuffed the condom in his mouth and then pressed his jaw closed. “Chew on that until I tell you to stop.”
This was a heavy scene. I’d never experienced anything like this before, but it certainly was exciting. Kelley acted like I wasn’t there, telling Jim in low tones about a real man’s cum and how useless he was and how he would never get her off the way real men did. This went on for about five minutes: Jim’s jaw moving up and down like he was working on a wad of Hubba-Bubba, and Kelley humiliating him. I sat in a nice chair and watched the whole thing happen.
Finally, she reached into his mouth and pulled out the condom and threw it in his face. She jerked on the rope and said, “go wait for me in the bathroom, you jerk.” Jim shuffled to his feet and felt his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “That’s it,” she said to me. “If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got some things to do.”
I zipped up, crossed the room, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and winked as she rose to go into the bathroom. God knows what went on in there, but I didn’t to stick around to find out.
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