Hotel Love

 About three years ago my marriage was in deep trouble. We’d been married for nine years; with twin daughters. I’d not long had a promotion at work and my wife was struggling to combine a full-time job with being a good mother and loving spouse.

A new job meant that I earned a lot more money but had to work longer hours and stay away from home two or three nights a week. I was too busy to notice any problems until one Friday night when I arrived home to find the kids already in bed. When I complained my wife exploded with rage. The resulting argument lasted 48 hours, culminating with a soul-searching ‘heart to heart’ conversation, on the Sunday night.

Obviously it was ‘my entire fault’ and I had to promise to work less hours, pay Kate and our daughters more attention etc. etc. etc.

One of her more salient points was that we hadn’t had sex in over four weeks and I hadn’t noticed! We put that right immediately. Over the next couple of weeks we discussed ‘our problems’ in a calm and mature manner. One of Kate’s biggest gripes was that I hadn’t shown any imagination in ‘the bedroom’ for years leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. Needless to say I was devastated. I tried my best over the next few months; but it was always Kate who really instigated trying new positions, wearing sexy lingerie and even buying a sex-toy. What pleased me most was the way that she quickly developed a liking for sucking my cock and swallowing my spunk. Something that I’d never dared ask of her or dream that she would do.

Even before we were married Kate wasn’t this insatiable or orgasmic. The sex was incredible; especially when she was dressed in lacy black underwear with stockings and suspenders. She would go absolutely wild when she sucked my cock as I fucked her with her dildo. This always made her very, very wet and she would scream the house down when she came. Thank God her mother enjoyed looking after the girls on a regular basis.

Towards the end of the first year Kate introduced ‘role play’ into our sex sessions; buying a ‘maids outfit’ and a ‘sexy nurse’s uniform’ plus another two larger toys. As well as our Saturday night sessions she would tease me by telling me how often she masturbated with the toys when I was away from home. I have to admit that I was having difficulty keeping up with her. 

On the lead up to her birthday in the April Kate suggested a new game. She had read in one of her magazines about a couple that would meet in a hotel and pretend to be strangers. He had to seduce her into bed. The idea really appealed to my wife but I was less sure.

As usual I relented. I was working in Manchester all of the next week so booked a hotel in her name for the Friday night. As agreed Kate would arrive by train and book in alone. She would then get dressed and I was to meet her, later, in the bar.

Kate really got into her role; even adopting a new character. My ‘chat-up’ lines where terrible and she virtually made me beg to buy her a meal before she would give in. When we finally got to the bedroom the sex was fantastic. Kate was unappeasable; virtually fucking my brains out! I lost count of the number of orgasms she had as she made me lick her pussy and fuck her doggy style before she straddled my cock like a cowgirl riding a Bronco.

The grin on her face the following day as we drove home made it all worthwhile; even if my balls had shrunk to the size of two baked beans.

Kate was ecstatic for the next few days and made me promise to repeat the trip every six months. Of course I promised.

Every April and November for the last three years we’ve spent a night or two in a hotel living out my wife’s fantasy of having sex with a stranger.

In December last year my company was taken over and my job responsibilities changed meaning that I’ve had to work even longer hours and bring work home on a weekend. 

Because of my workload, I had been looking forward to our ‘dirty weekend’ in April for weeks in advance. This time we were going to Newcastle and staying in a very expensive Hotel on the Quayside; which has a reputation as the ‘party area.’

On the Friday night I had been trying to contact Kate since 5 o’clock as I knew that I was going to be late for our meeting between 6.30 and 7 in the Hotel bar. Her mobile phone was switched off; which annoyed me, but this was probably part of her game. I eventually sent her a text message and hoped that she would check her phone before leaving the bedroom.
It was about 7.45 when I finally made it to the Cocktail Bar scanning the room for my wife. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was transformed from the mother of two screaming daughters that I had kissed goodbye on the Tuesday morning into a gorgeous Vamp; her curvaceous body poured into a very slinky black dress with a split up the side that showed just the merest hint of stocking top and a plunging neckline that clearly showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra!

As I was getting served I realised that she was talking to two Asian guys. I tried to attract her attention but the barmaid suddenly asked ‘what I wanted’. With a pint in my hand I turned to face Kate again as one of the men stroked her thigh and whispered something which made her giggle and push his arm away. 

My wife must have seen me as I made my way towards her but she completely ignored my eye contact as she continued flirting with the two strangers. I wasn’t sure but I guessed that they were Indian businessmen, roughly the same age as us – early thirties. 
The tallest one looked like a body builder – about 6ft. 2 and 16 stone, his friend was smaller and tubby. Both were wearing smart trousers and fashionable white shirts which emphasised their swarthy good looks.

Letting her have her fun I decided to stand as close as possible without attracting the men’s attention. I was so close I could smell her perfume, but was afraid to say anything as she appeared to be having a good time tormenting me. Kate looked incredibly sexy as her milky white breasts heaved and jiggled in the tight dress every time she laughed at one of their jokes. The taller guy made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was stroking her suspender belt strap. In fact he tugged at it a couple of times, which actually made Kate squirm; a sure sign that she was getting turned on.

In the next half hour Kate totally ignored me as she sank 2 glasses of wine while the guys made it quite clear what their intentions for my delectable wife were. 

By now I’d made out that their names were something like ‘Kez’ (the taller one) and ‘Desi’ and they were both locals. My wife had told them that her name was ‘Kitty’ and her ‘friend’ had stood her up. Neither men seemed to believe her; the look on their faces telling me that they thought that she was a just another married woman ‘chasing cock’.
As the music became louder; and the bar busier it became more difficult for me to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Eventually the tall man leant over her and whispered something, “I need to pee first,” she smiled, and gently pushed him away as he fondled her backside. I gave her a few seconds to stagger away from them and followed. Because the room was so crowded she was already in the ladies toilets when I reached the corridor. I quickly ran into the Gents and had a pee myself, only to find ‘Desi’ had followed me in. As guys do he nodded to me as he pulled out a ‘snake of a cock.’ I nodded back, zipped up and rushed out to confront my wife.

By the time Kate came out of the ‘ladies’ Kez and Desi were already waiting by the door.
“Are you ready babe?” Desi grinned.
“As ready as I’ll ever be!” she chuckled as she linked arms with Kez and left the Hotel.
Stunned I followed, only to see Kate bending forward as she got into a Black Cab letting the back of her dress rise up behind her exposing her stocking tops and suspender straps to everyone in the street. Desi couldn’t resist and slapped her soft fleshy arse cheeks. Kate turned and smiled. My cock instantly became hard.

I grabbed the handle of a second taxi and virtually fell in as the first cab pulled away.

“Follow that cab!” I shouted.
“What?” the driver turned to look at me, “Are you kidding?”
“No!” I grunted, “Follow that fucking car!”

Ten minutes later as the cars crawled through the busy streets they pulled up outside a smart Italian Restaurant. Relieved that they hadn’t gone to the guy’s home I gave the driver a £10 note and didn’t ask for change.

I followed the trio at a respectable distance; getting a table about 12 feet away. Close enough to watch but far enough away that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

The next hour was Hell for me. I could hardly eat my meal as I watched the three of them flirting and touching like rampant school kids. Kate was also getting gloriously drunker as they plied her with red wine, bending forward at every opportunity to give them (and everybody else) a flash of her tits. 
Towards the end of their meal Kate was really squirming on her seat as Desi ran his hand up the front of her dress and Kez gently nuzzled her ear. My stomach was churning like a cement mixer making me feel like I could throw up even though I still had an erection.

Kate stood up and stumbled to the toilet as Desi paid their bill. This was my opportunity, I thought, to confront her and make our escape.

Again she made it into the toilets before I reached her. I went into the Gents. As I emptied my bladder my wife’s new friends appeared either side of me. 
Desi recognised me. “Hey you were in the Hotel earlier, weren’t you?”
“Em…yes,” I stuttered.
“We’re going back there now and it’s pissing down outside; do you want to share a taxi?” He laughed.
“I guess.” I shrugged. This was madness!

As I stood embarrassedly peeing into the urinal the two men joked about Kate, calling her a ‘slapper’ and ‘game for a roasting’.

“Sorry mate”, Desi chuckled, “we’ve just pulled a bird that’s staying in your hotel and she’s as game as fuck! Did you see her?”

“Ehm…yes…she’s wearing a black dress?” I stammered as I tucked my stiff dick back into my pants.

“That won’t be on for long when we get her back in her room!” Kez grinned, as we left the Gents, “She’ll probably let you watch if you ask her nicely!” Both men thought this hilarious and were still laughing when Kate staggered out of the toilet.

For a moment; she looked horrified when she saw me standing with her friends. 

“This is…I don’t know your name?” Desi tried to introduce me.
“Ray.” I grunted as the enormity of the situation hit me.
“This is Ray. He’s going to share our cab.” Desi hiccupped as the cab arrived.

A sexy smile slowly appeared on Kate’s lips.

“Fine,” she whispered huskily, “I guess you know what you’re doing.” They grinned at each other; not knowing that the comment was really meant for me.

Kate got in the taxi first, exposing both thighs above her stocking tops and her left tit actually falling out of her dress. Once inside, she sat between her friends as I sat opposite. The roads were a bit clearer and the taxi literally flew around the corners making me hang onto my seat but Kate had to spread her legs to avoid falling, giving me a fantastic view up her dress as she grabbed hold of Kez. He took advantage by kissing her passionately on her freshly painted lips and slid one hand inside the front of her dress; grabbing a handful of luscious tit in front of me; her husband. Kate responded by sticking her tongue down his throat.