The lobby bar is a tang of sandalwood and designer fragrances. It is the smell of mating rituals, of potential adultery. Cycling LEDs seem to trim every surface. At present everything is bathed in a deep blue transitioning almost imperceptibly to violet. We’re tucked into a semi-circle booth chosen for its place in shadow.
Jae, my wife, half-reclines into my chest pressing her cheek to mine. My left arm is draped over her. My right lifts a twelve-year-old MaCallan to my lips. I’m surveying her body, as I’ve always done, like newlyweds despite this being our twentieth anniversary. She’s in a short black dress, chosen specifically for tonight’s adventure. Her flesh in the dress’s low neckline is growing more violent in the subtle shift of LED light. Something about her sharp relief of her clavicles in this light captivates me and I reflexively trace one with my left hand. In her mid-forties, she is every bit as beautiful as the day I first met her in Seoul.
I begin watching her as she continues to scan the crowd. A sly grin grows at the corner of her mouth when she realizes I’m watching her. She laughs nervously. I do too. Neither of us, it seems, can believe this happening.
She whispers into my ear, barely audible over the lobby’s ridiculously bland canned music. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I chuckle and whisper back into hers. “I’m not the one who has to be ready.” I can feel my face grinning like a Cheshire cat.
I take a pull of scotch. She goes back to people watching. I can tell she’s putting a great deal of effort into her decision. Then at length she looks she cranes her head to whisper in my ear again. There’s a shyness in her manner this time. “I’ve decided.”
She indicates a young man, I’d assume in his early twenties, in a blue polo shirt and jeans. I’d noticed him earlier as well. He’d purchased a young woman a drink, chatted her a bit, and she’d gone off with friends. Now he is finishing his drink and scanning the room for another conversation. I flag down a server and instruct her to give the man a refill on me.
I watch as she tells the young man his next drink is on us, and then vaguely gestures in our direction. Jae, waits for him to look our way, then on cue, hikes the hem of her short dress up to her thighs. I can see the bare flesh of her pelvis, the mound of her pubis, covered in a shock of black hair from this angle. I hope the dim lighting in here lets him see more from his vantage point. His expression tells me, he absolutely can.
I gesture him over to our booth. And then again for him to beside Jae. He does. I remove my arm so she can sidle up to him and he instinctively puts an arm around her. I chat with him the way strangers do. Names are exchanged, his is Cal, reasons for being in the hotel, brief discussions about each other’s means of employment, the usual conversations about nothing.
Jae’s right hand cups the bulge in his pants as he and I chat. She’s half reclining on him now, her cheek to his chest. Her eyes fixed on the motion of her hand. I can’t help but glance in that direction occasionally, watching her hand run up and down the length of his cock as it’s hardens. Eventually she undoes his buckle, and I see Cal start to blush. He tries to keep the conversation going as if everything is normal. I’m the middle of telling him, this is an anniversary present for my wife when he loses all ability to concentrate. I glance down knowing exactly what I’ll see.
Cal’s cock, fat and long, is out. He’s rock hard and Jae’s hand, dwarfed by comparison is gripping its head, shifting his foreskin as she makes a short stroking motion. I feel my own cock harden against my thigh, crushed by my jeans leg. I allow the conversation to go silent as I sip my scotch and watch Jae press her cheek into Cal’s chest as her hand makes longer pulls on his impressive cock.
Cal moves toward Jae as if to kiss her, and she pulls back at first. She looks at me, a question in her eyes, and I nod. She leans back into Cal and accepts the kiss. I begin to rub the bulge in my own pants.
“We should probably take this someplace more private.” I say, and Jae grins from ear to ear. The three of us find our way into the elevator. I push our floor, and Cal and Jae continue to kiss passionately. Jae wraps a leg around Cal. He responds by sliding a hand up Jae’s dress to grab her ass.
We arrive at our floor and walk the short few steps it takes to get to our room. Once inside, I pull a chair up to face the bed. Jae takes her cue and sits perpendicular to me, to offer me a more perfect view. Cal, wastes no time standing before Jae.
Jae makes a show of revealing Cal’s cock. She unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his pants with such a demonstrative flavor that were I not so insanely turned on I might find comical. The actual reveal is amazing. In this light I have a much better appreciation for just how impressively long and thick his member is. I take my own cock out as I watch Jae’s hand wrap around Cal’s shaft. She spits on the head and begins spreading the saliva around, he’s long enough that she can grab him with both hands.
I begin slowly rubbing my cock, I’m so horny I’m throbbing.
Jae strokes him for a while before licking him just below the head of his penis. She wraps her lips around the head, giving shallow playful sucks. Then she drags her tongue from base to tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she can. One hand continues to stroke him, while her free hand cups his ball-sack.
He makes a noise that obviously turns Jae on, because she intensifies the work.
Jae tells Cal to lay down on the bed, and he complies immediately. She climbs into bed beside him and grabs his cock with one hand. With the other she reaches up her dress, moments later she shows Cal her glistening fingers before grabbing him with that hand as well. As she strokes she begins to play her tongue across his balls, then taking one gently in her mouth, then another.
I have to slow my own stroking down to keep the edge, I’m so close to cumming.
She moves her mouth back to the head of Cal’s cock and again goes about sucking him. I move in behind her and at first I kiss her behind the ear, then on the cheek. I feel the muscles of her face working and again the thrill consumes me. I return to my chair.
I don’t know how much longer I can last, so I’m relieved when I hear Cal’s moans predicting his own climax. Jae writhes in anticipation. I become aware of my own audible moaning.
And then it happens. I see Cal’s nut sack tighten, his balls pulsing as he makes the unmistakable sound of a man achieving release. Jae wraps her lips tightly around his throbbing cock, and noisily swallows. The sound is enough to cause me to explode as well.
What Jae is unable to swallow she cleans off the shaft and base of Cal’s cock with gentle strokes of her tongue. She seems to be really enjoying the moment. Cal clearly is.
A short time later, we’re saying our goodbyes. I thank Cal for letting my wife have fun and send him on his way. Jae meets me at the door to our room just after I’ve closed it behind our now departed guest. She kisses me, her lips still salty. I can smell the scent of our interloper on her, and I’m immediately hard again.
I carry her over to the bed and lay with her. I smile. “Happy anniversary.” She kisses me more deeply than I imagine she ever has before.
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