I met your wife - closed for Biker-faerie

[Newstart]

I met your wife - closed for Biker-faerie

I met your wife in the hotel bar. She was on her own and I offered to buy her a drink. She'd already had a couple.
I'll give you this - she is a classy lady and I don't know what she wears at home but when I met her she was wearing 100% CFM clothes.
We stayed at the bar for a while and then moved to a booth - quieter, a little privacy y'know?
She wanted to talk and it soon became apparent that she is not a happy lady.
Do you know just how hot she is, what her desires and fantasies are?
I didn't say much, just listened and asked an occasional question.

The talk got sexy, what we like to do, that kind of stuff, and then she asked me if I ever dressed commando and would I like to discover what she was wearing that evening.
She took my hand and put it between her legs. Nothing. Nada. No underwear, just hot wet pussy, dripping with desire.
I slipped two fingers into her and she came almost immediately.

Did you know that she's a squirter?
My hand, the couch and her skirt were soaked and we decided that we should continue in her room.

We didn't get as far as her room.
We were in the elevator, going past the second floor when she unzipped my pants and got my cock out.
From the way she talked about you I'm guessing that you don't have too much in the equipment department but let me tell you brother, I am hung and when your wife saw what I had she got down and tried to swallow me whole.

She's game alright and despite gagging when she had me in the back of her throat she couldn't take all of me. She tried and tried and I figured "What the hell, why not give her a little lube" so I shot my scalding hot load right into the back of her throat, all of it, and she drank it down like she'd been stuck in the desert for a month.
There's is no better sight than a woman with cum dribbling out of her mouth and I've got to tell you pal, she sure looked pretty right then.

She almost threw me out of the elevator when we hit her floor and she took a grip on my cock and led me to her room.
By the look and smell of the room I wasn't the first man she'd had in there that evening and the smell of sex and your wife's grip on my cock soon had me waving a boner that was like a baby's arm, fist and all.

There's no need for ceremony on an occasion like that and she didn't want any so I pushed her back on the bed and slipped her the whole length of my meat.
I've seen a pig being skewered at a country fair but your little wifey squealed like she was leaving this earth on a rocket.
She couldn't get enough and had her legs up past my ears as I fucked her long and hard, giving it to her like a steam-ship piston.

In my experience there's only one way to satisfy a woman that's as driven as your wife so I pumped her until her fifth orgasm and then flipped her over and buried my rod in her butt.
She was on her hands and knees pushing back at me like sumo wrestler, screaming and shouting for me to fuck her and unload in her and she was in continuous flow now, squirting almost every time my rod hit her guts.
And then I came, shot after shot after shot.
I was expecting to see my load come out of her ears I was so far up her.

When we'd finished she was like a rag on the bed, wet, used, soiled.
But I tell you this brother, you have one hell of a woman there.

Oh and by the way, she has my cell number and I have hers and we're planning to meet again next Tuesday.

 

[softhands3]

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane

Jane Patterson’s heart was racing as she applied the finishing touches to her lipstick before giving herself one last look in the full length mirror. She still looked good for her age and the tight fitting bodycon dress only accentuated her figure. Then she walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the hallway.

Her husband Paul was in the lounge, sitting on one of the expensive sofas, eating his dinner from a tray in his lap while he watched an early evening quiz show on the television.

Jane wanted to get this part over with as quickly as possible. She didn’t like deceiving her husband. But in the dress she was wearing surely he must have known she wasn’t going out for dinner with the girls. Anyway, he didn’t ask and so she didn’t tell.

“I’ll be late back,” she told him from the doorway of the lounge. “Don’t wait up!”

Closing the front door behind her. She climbed into the Mercedes C class cabriolet which Paul had bought her for her last birthday and started the engine. The car’s wheels crunched on the gravel of the long, perfectly manicured, driveway and then she was on the road into town. She could relax now.

Jane felt guilty about what she was about to do. But not guilty enough not to do it. Paul hadn’t been able to satisfy her for a long time now, but that didn’t mean to say she didn’t still love him. He’d always been a good husband to her in every other way.

In the early years sex hadn’t been a problem. They’d enjoyed a healthy sex life in fact. But, when she’d not been able to get pregnant things began to fall apart. Tests revealed that Paul was the problem, but when he was confronted with the results his libido became as lacklustre as his sperm had proved to be.

As if to make up for it Paul had put all his efforts into building up his business, which became increasingly successful as the years went on. He showered Jane with gifts, took her on expensive holidays and paid for her to go to lavish spa retreats. She had everything that money could buy. The prefect house, the perfect life. There was just one thing missing.

In time Jane had learned to live without sex but she missed it all the same. Then on that Saturday something had switched inside her. She wasn’t getting any younger and she decided that she wasn’t going to suffer for her husbands failures any longer. Paul was away visiting a supplier in America and wouldn’t be back until the Sunday. She’d gone to the bar looking for anonymous sex. And she’d found it

***

Paul

Paul Patterson sat in the living room watching television but listening for his wife’s footsteps as she came down the stairs. He felt sick to his stomach. He had done ever since he’d received the e-mail the previous day.

It had been innocuously titled “I met your wife” and although he didn’t recognise the sender he’d opened it expecting to hear something about a charity lunch of some sort.

What he read shocked him to his core. At first, he hadn’t wanted to believe it but at the same time there were a few details that seemed plausible. Not least the part about her being unhappy. Paul had struggled with this for a while knowing that he couldn’t give her what she needed.

That said, he still didn’t know if the mail was true or just a joke. But it had been specific about when they’d meet again and now here was Jane in a tight dress and fuck me heels about to go out on a Tuesday night. Just as the mail had predicted.

“I’ll be late back,” she’d told him from the doorway of the lounge. “Don’t wait up!”

“Ok, have a nice time,” he replied.

 

[Newstart]

There is always that chance, albeit a small chance, that when Kelvin sees a woman for a second time, he’ll wonder what the fuck he saw in her the first time.
Beer goggles can have that effect but he was confident that he wouldn’t be disappointed. Jane’s txt confirming their date included her room number and if tonight was anything like the last time, it would be a fun evening.
He pondered this as he shaved, raising his chin to stretch the skin there so he could get a really smooth shave, running his fingers in the wake of his razor to check, turning his head from side to side, checking in the mirror that he’d missed nothing and, most importantly, that he hadn’t nicked himself anywhere.
Turning up for a date with a piece of tissue covering a razor cut is not a good look but he was happy with what he’d done and smoothed some neutral moisturiser onto his face.
The Chanel Pour Monsieur would come later.
He’d never liked the cheap aftershaves that footballers and the like get paid to endorse and as for Paco Rabanne, that always reminded him of the hotel lifts in Dubai and he’d seen plenty of those when he worked in the oil industry.
But he’d made his money and invested wisely, hadn’t wasted money on sex tours to the far east like many of his co-workers had done, returning with empty wallets and a niggling itch in their genital area.
He was content to be home.

Chinos, deck shoes and a white linen shirt was his preferred style and, remembering the conversation they’d had in the bar last time they’d met, he decided against underwear. In any case, with only two pieces of clothing apart from the deck shoes he figured it would be easier to get naked or better still, easier for Jane to undress him and on the off chance that she didn’t show, he felt comfortable dressed like this and there was always the possibility that there’d be another woman in the bar looking for company, not that he was a bar cruiser. It had been purely by chance that he’d gone into that bar that evening but seeing a very attractive woman drinking alone was too good a chance to pass up.

Of course, there was always the possibility that her husband had grounded her after receiving the email he’d sent and he admitted to himself that it had probably been a mistake but that’s one of the problems of mixing alcohol with the internet but at the time, and on the high of an incredible evening of sex with a very attractive and willing partner, it seemed like a good joke.
In any case, how could any self-respecting husband let a wife like Jane out on the loose and he thought back to how she’d described her lack-lustre marriage.
Well, he reflected, her husband wasn’t his problem but he did hope that he hadn’t given her a hard time over it.

A final check-over in the mirrored bedroom wardrobe, a light application of the Chanel and he was ready. His Uber cab arrived on time and at the hotel, he settled himself in an inconspicuous position in the lobby and waited.
He wanted to watch her walk across the lobby to the bar and being fifteen minutes early for the date was not a problem.
If she walked as sexily as she fucked she would be a sight to behold.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane parked the Mercedes in the guest car park of the Marriott hotel and checked-in with plenty of time to spare. She felt guilty as she handed over her credit card to the hotel receptionist, feeling as though the young girl knew what she was up to and was judging her. Then she took the elevator up to her room on the seventh floor.

The room she’d booked was just a ‘standard’. It didn’t need to be anything special. It was only going to be used for a couple of hours after all, but Jane hadn’t wanted to stay at a budget hotel. She’d wanted a decent mattress with decent sheets to lie on. Plus she was going to need a shower afterwards so some fluffy towels would come in handy.

Once in the room she removed her panties, folding them neatly, before hiding them in her handbag. Leaving the house not wearing them just hadn’t seemed right.

While she was checking her lipstick in the bedroom mirror the enormity of what Jane was about to do hit her. She wondered if it was worth the possible damage to her marriage but her libido told her it was.

All of a sudden Jane desperately needed a drink. So she decided to go down to the bar early and settle her nerves. Dabbing some perfume on her neck she picked up the room key-card and made her way down to the lobby. Walking into the grandly named Bentley lounge she felt as if everyone’s eyes were on her but she took a seat at the bar and when the bartender asked what she wanted, she told him “a cosmopolitan”.

****

Paul Patterson sat at home mulling over whether to check his wife’s iphone location. They’d set each other up ‘just in case’. Paul wasn’t sure if she could tell if he’d checked or not but in the end he couldn’t stop himself.

The phone searched for a minute then correctly identified Jane’s location. It was possible Jane was meeting friends at the hotel, but only one way to find out. He slipped on some shoes and climbed into his Mercedes e- class then set off into town.

 

[Newstart]

Kelvin was surprised to see Jane cross the hotel lobby from the lifts. He’d expected her to come through the revolving door at the entrance to the hotel and he checked his watch, still five minutes before he was supposed to meet Jane in the bar so she must have arrived quite some time before him, checked in already and been up to her room.

He smiled to himself.
Perhaps she’d arranged something for them in the room for later, what he didn’t know, but perhaps she had a few kinks and had brought some toys or other stuff to have fun and games with and the thought of Jane spread-eagled on the bed with her hands tied to the bed head with silk scarves had him stiffening in his chinos.
Whatever, she’d looked a million dollars as she walked across to the bar and he figured he’d give her a couple of minutes before he joined her, enough time for her to turn a few heads and he’d enjoy dashing any hopes that any men in the bar might have had when he joined her.
He glanced at his watch again, right on time, and he was rising from his chair when a slightly dishevelled man almost ran across the lobby to the front desk, asked for Jane Patterson and then headed for the lifts.

What the hell was going on?
He didn’t know but thought it best to let Jane know so he paused at the entrance to the bar, spotted her sitting on the exact same stool she’d been on when he’d met her a few days earlier, and walked over to her.

“There’s a man just come to the hotel and asked for you by name. I think he’s gone up to your room. Stay where you are, I’ll sit over there,” he indicated the other end of the bar.
He gave her arm a squeeze.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be just there and if he does anything I’ll be here to look after you ok?”
He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and sat at the other end of the bar.

“A Manhattan please.”

One thing he'd learned when he'd been on the rigs in The Gulf, if a fight breaks out, give yourself space and time to stand up. Not that he expected there to be a fight, but you never knew.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane took a slug of the Cosmopolitan to steady her nerves. She tasted the alcohol and began to relax.

“There’s a man just come to the hotel and asked for you by name. I think he’s gone up to your room. Stay where you are, I’ll sit over there,”

“What the fuck?” Jane thought. Kelvin had appeared out of nowhere.

“I’ll be just there and if he does anything I’ll be here to look after you ok?”

Jane was even more rattled now than when she’d sat down. There could only be one person who’d be looking for her and moments later her worst fears were realised.

Paul walked into the Bentley lounge and spotted Jane instantly.

“There you are!” he said.

“Paul, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“So the email wasn’t a hoax,” Paul said with disappointment.

“What e-mail?”

He lowered his voice.

“The one from the guy who fucked you on Saturday night.”

Jane looked over at Kelvin. There was no point in denying what had happened. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to. But why would Kelvin have sent her husband an e-mail?

Jane got up from her chair and walked over to Kelvin.

“Did you send my husband an E-mail? Why would you do that?”

Jane was livid. She’d been looking forward to tonight. Kelvin had given her a taste of what she’d been missing and she’d wanted more. Now, at the eleventh hour, it had been taken away from her

“What is wrong with you men? I just wanted to feel fulfilled. Was that too much to ask?”

With that she stormed off back to her room. Leaving the two men standing next to each other.

The commotion had caused a bit of a scene and people were looking.

“I suggest we go and discuss this in the lobby,” Paul suggested calmly to Kelvin.

The two men got up and walked out, sitting down at a sofa in the lobby.

Paul had questions

“Why did he send the e-mail How long had it been going on?. Did he love her?“

When he’d listened to the replies he thought for a moment before speaking.

“I love my wife and I refuse to let another man take her away from me. If you try then I’ll do everything I can to ruin you, I promise you that.” he told Kelvin.

“But I can’t satisfy her. I know that. While it seems you can. So if you’re just looking for a bit of fun then perhaps we can help each other out. I’m going up to see her now. If you fancy joining us in fifteen minutes. She’s in room 722.”

Paul took the lift to the seventh floor and knocked on his wife’s door. She opened it and Paul could see she’d been crying.

He gave her a hug and she responded.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been selfish.”

“I’m sorry too,” Jane told him. “I do love you.”

“I love you to. Which is why I’m going to
leave you to enjoy your evening. He’ll be up in a few minutes. Come home when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting.”

Paul got up to leave

“Don’t go. Stay,” Jane told him.

“You know I can’t satisfy you,”

“I know but I’d like you with me. Go down to the bar and tell Kelvin I’ll be down in a few minutes. Then the two of you find a quiet booth and wait for me.”

Paul considered the proposition and it excited him.

“ok,” he replied and did as instructed.

 

[Newstart]

Kelvin had been in many weird situations in his life and this certainly ranked as one of the weirdest but he thought he might as well finish his drink to give him time to think.
The barman was just about to clear his drink from the bar when he got back to the stool he’d been sitting on.

“Everything ok sir?” The barman enquired. Like priests and lawyers, he’d heard and seen just about everything but this sounded interesting.
Kelvin looked at him, noting his raised eyebrow and the merest hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

“Huh? Oh yes,” Kelvin replied, “Just a little misunderstanding, that’s all.”

“She’s a very attractive woman sir. I was here Saturday evening. It seemed like the two of you made a pretty strong connection.” The barman continued.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. Let’s leave it at that shall we?” Kelvin finished his drink and went to the bank of house phones in the lobby.
“Hi, can you get me Jane Patterson please, room 722.”

Jane answered the phone.

“Jane, it’s Kelvin. We need to talk, in private, without your husband. I’ll be in the bar.”

Despite the apparent sincerity and distress her husband had displayed, he was wary. He wouldn’t be the first guy to be suckered into a honey trap.
Here was an apparently successful business man who was willing to overlook his wife’s infidelity in order not to lose her and not only that, he was willing to be made a cuckold into the bargain. He needed to know what was going on.
But on the other hand, he seemed to be genuinely in love with his wife and she with him.
It was a puzzle.
He’d always admired emotional fidelity.
Sexual fidelity as he’d discovered, could be an ephemeral emotion but emotional fidelity endured even, as in this situation, sexual fidelity hadn’t but it would be tested to the limit.
He went back into the bar and ordered.

“A Manhattan and a Cosmopolitan please.”

“Coming right up sir.”
The barman smiled to himself as he turned to the ranks of bottles at the back of the bar. This was getting more interesting by the minute.

Kelvin sat, waiting. This should test what was going on. If Jane came down on her own then it would indicate that her husband was willing to concede his wife’s body to him, if not her love. And in any case, Kelvin didn’t want an emotional entanglement with her even though she was a very beautiful woman and an incredible partner in bed.
Paul’s threat of ruining him was an expected emotional outburst but Kelvin was independent, secure and beholden to nobody so he let that pass.
But Jane? Well, she was vulnerable, very vulnerable, both from her sexual needs and her obvious attachment to her husband but she was interesting, intelligent and intriguing so, although there would be other women out there this was, to use a fishing analogy, a good stretch of river and he’d already had a bite. He though it was worth seeing how this played out.

He turned and stood as he sensed someone approaching, expecting it to be Jane so he was surprised when he saw it was her husband. He’d obviously missed some part of his conversation with Jane.

“Jane will be down in a minute. She wants to talk with us, both of us. Can we get a booth?”

The barman stood frozen, cocktail shaker in both hands above his shoulder, but not moving and then, as if the play button had been pressed, he came to with a jolt.
This was something new.

“Why don’t you two gentlemen sit over there,” he said, indicating an empty booth. I’ll bring your drinks across.”
Kelvin looked the barman in the eye.

“Get this gentleman what he wants.” He said, indicating Jane’s husband, “… my tab.”

They moved across and sat at opposite ends of the banquet seat, not talking, leaving room between them for Jane when she arrived.

Kelvin spotted her first, standing as Jane approached them and moving out of the booth so Jane could sit. She looked fragile and had obviously been crying and she took a breath to speak but Kelvin put a finger to her lips.

“Firstly, I owe you both an apology. The email I sent was crass, crude and to send it to you,” he said, looking at Jane’s husband “was stupid in the extreme and I'm sorry.” Again, Jane took a breath but again he put his finger to his lips and Kelvin turned, speaking directly to Jane.
“But I need to know what’s going on here. Is your husband really willing to watch you and me having sex? Is he really willing to be humiliated in that way? Do you want to humiliate him like that?”

Of course, he knew there was every kind of kink imaginable out there but this? Was her husband a masochist, someone who derived sexual pleasure by being humiliated? Or was it Jane driving this. Was she an exhibitionist?
He watched as Jane took a good slug of her cocktail, obviously needing the hit to steady her self and as she did, he noticed that her cocktail matched the red lipstick she was wearing. Without doubt, she was a very sexy lady and the thought of what might happen between them later told him that this was worth seeing through.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane resisted the temptation to berate Kelvin for sending the mail to her husband. Kelvin deserved it for what he’d done but it wasn’t her intention to scare him off. Quite the opposite in fact.

Jane saw an opportunity to give both herself and her husband, and hopefully Kelvin too, what they all wanted.

“I don’t know what Paul’s already told you,” she began, “but my husband can’t satisfy me. Or any other woman for that matter. It stems from his infertility you see. It’s psychological, he feels unworthy and as a result when to tries to penetrate a woman he goes all floppy. That’s not to say he doesn’t get turned on. If you took a look at his internet search history, as i have, then you’d see that for yourself. Basically, Paul gets his enjoyment from watching other people perform.”

Paul blushed. Much of the porn he watched was generic stuff but some was not. Some was very sordid. He knew it was a forlorn hope that Jane hadn’t also seen this side of his viewing history too. He also suspected that she’d seen him pleasuring himself to it in his study. He’d had a couple of close calls recently but he’d thought that he’d got away with it. Perhaps not.

Jane carried on, not looking for acknowledgment or denial.

“But at our last meeting, Kelvin, I discovered that just as Paul likes watching, I like being watched. Did you notice the bartender this evening. He was here on Saturday too. He was watching as you fingered me under the table It gave me such a turn on that I came like a tap. Do you remember?”

“So I have a proposition for the two of you,” she said addressing both men. “Kelvin, I’d like to offer you the job of keeping me satisfied, since my husband’s unable to. I want to be exhibited in public and used by you and others for pleasure. I want to be taken to swinging and BDSM clubs and made to perform. And of course I also want you to fuck me in private in front of my husband. Perhaps act out some of his sordid little fantasies too.”

Jane stopped for a moment before turning her attention to Paul.

“And Paul, if you agree to Kelvin doing this, then sometimes I’ll let you watch. I might even let you choose what I do.”

“So Gentlemen. What do you think?”

Paul was first to respond with indecent haste.

“Of course my love,” he told her.

Then all eyes turned to Kelvin.

 

[Newstart]

Kelvin sat bemused by what Jane had just proposed. There was so much about it that was contradictory and yet so much about it that was very enticing.
Although Jane’s husband hadn’t told him about his sexual inabilities or his sexual predilections, he hadn’t demurred when Jane had spoken openly about them in front of him.
In fact, it seemed almost as if he had enjoyed having his sexual shortcomings revealed.
Perhaps he really was a masochist.
Kelvin needed to think about this. It would be very easy to say yes and then regret that later.
The conversation needed slowing down before any hasty decisions were taken, any agreements rushed into.
He turned and signalled the barman who had been watching the exchange.

“Same again please.”

The barman nodded in response. Although he hadn’t been able to hear any of the conversation, he’d be able to hear it all later when he downloaded the file from the listening device he’d fixed under the table in that particular booth. He recalled that some many years ago, the media had been all over the manager of a motel who’d scratched tiny holes in the backs of the bathroom mirrors and then used the service access so he could watch female residents in the bathrooms.
Of course, he’d been fired and convicted of being a peeping tom but he was just a guy with a kink, a voyeur, and in the days before streaming porn, that was the best he could get.
But times and technology had moved on and the barman found that, apart from useful stock market tips and the like, the occasional steamy conversation was great for jacking off to when he listened to it later at home and he figured this one would be a classic.
With that in mind he poured doubles and set them on the booth table in front of them.

“My tab again please.”
Kelvin notice that his Manhattan was certainly a large one and he glanced at the barman who, while not exactly winking at him, made it clear that he was on his side and Kelvin thought that a generous tip would make sure he stayed that way. One never knew when a good ally would be needed.

The three of them had sat in silence waiting for their drinks, all absorbing what Jane had said but now Kelvin took a drink and spoke in response to what Jane had said.

“No, Paul didn’t say anything about his … well about his difficulties and I’m sorry to hear that Paul but I guess we all develop coping strategies.” He took another drink from his glass.
“But what you’re suggesting will be new territory for me and while I have no particular hang-ups or moral objections to it, I want to know what Paul’s part will be in this, in particular his suggesting what he’d like you Jane to do because if I’m your sexual partner in this, inevitably Paul’s suggestions will involve me. As to the swinging and BDSM clubs, that’s fine by me. I’ve been around that particular block a few times and some others too.”
He took another drink.

“Oh, and there’s one other thing, I want to be able to spend time with you Jane on your own without Paul being with us, perhaps a weekend away or a beach vacation. Now I know that’s a big ask and to help with that, I’d be prepared to allow some discrete filming so Paul could watch us later, but no streaming video.”

He sat back waiting for their reply. All in all he thought, this could turn out very well: an extremely attractive woman with an apparently almost insatiable sexual appetite, a few interesting kinks, and a compliant husband who would see to her emotional needs.
He cradled his drink in his hands.
A Manhattan always matured as the ice melted and the liquor warmed.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

In Jane’s eyes this couldn’t have gone better. She’d wanted to bring up the possibility of vacations too but hadn’t wanted to push her luck with either of them. Now that Kelvin had almost made it a condition, Paul could hardly refuse.

“Why don’t we all put our cards on the table,” Jane suggested. “I can’t tell you exactly how it’s going to be but let me tell you what I hope to get out of this and then Paul can tell you what he wants. That way you can hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. ”

“I’ll be honest with you Kelvin. I find you very attractive and I hope that we can become good friends. But I need to be clear, I’m in this for the sex, I’m not looking to leave my husband.”

What I want is a partner for regular sex. I’m offering the full ‘girlfriend’ experience in and out of the bedroom, not just sordid little meets and I’m hoping that together we can also have sex with other people at clubs and swinger meets. I’m an exhibitionist and I also want to be exhibited for and used by other people.”

“I want to keep my husband happy too. So from time to time he will be present or I’ll be video’d for his pleasure later. Either way he won’t be involved in the sex. He’ll just be watching.”

“I don’t think vacations would be a problem, would it Paul?” she said looking at her husband who nodded his agreement eagerly.

“My husband’s a wealthy man and I think you’ll find he can be very generous when it comes to my happiness. So if we do go on vacation then it will be first class all the way.”

“Now it’s your turn Paul.”

Paul felt embarrassment at revealing his own sad little perversions but he knew the idea of pleasuring himself to videos of his wife being fucked by other men was too enticing to refuse.

“I guess the first thing to say is that I’ll go along with anything if it means that I can keep my Jane happy. But it’s true I do like to watch and so what Jane mentioned would be very agreeable.”

“What about the other stuff?” Jane asked.

Paul hesitated.

“I get turned on by the idea of being humiliated. The videos Jane talked about are of husbands bound and forced to watch while their wives humiliate them. The more obscene the act, the more men she does it with, the better. There I’ve said it. ”

“So there you go Kelvin.” Jane continued. “What do you think? Is there anything else we could offer that would entice you to do this?“

 

[Newstart]

When negotiations go too easily it’s a sign that the other side are desperate for an agreement or you’ve missed something important and you’ve been suckered.
All negotiations are about closing the gap between the two parties but not necessarily meeting in the middle. The skill is nudging the dividing line in the direction of the other party without them feeling that they’ve lost. That way, the deal can be sold as a win-win outcome. But this? It felt to Kelvin that the line hadn’t only landed on the other side’s doormat, but past the front door and then out the back as well.

What the fuck was going on?

He’d had a chance meeting with a woman who was looking for sex and now she, and her husband, were almost giving him the family silver and to top it all she’d made it clear that she was only in it for the sex and wasn’t looking to leave her husband.
Life doesn’t get much better does it?

He’d had a few relationships, some longer than others, but he really wasn’t into all that married with children stuff or even just being married.
He enjoyed his independence, enjoyed not being beholden to anyone. He had a few, a very few friends that he’d go to the ends of the earth for but that was enough for him.
But Jane was offering no strings sex except … except that she wanted to be friends as well, to like him and presumably, for him to like her.
Weird didn’t come close but then she was interesting, intelligent and intriguing, the kind of woman that if he were to form an enduring relationship, then she was the kind of woman he’d want to be with.
He just hoped that this wouldn’t lead to “Why don’t you have dinner with us and then you and I can humiliate my husband.”

He looked at them, both waiting for his answer, both hoping for their own reasons that he’d agree, Jane because she found him attractive and enjoyed the sex with him and Paul, because he’d could get his kinky fix without losing his wife that he obviously doted on to the extent that she could humiliate him as much as she wanted and as much as he could take.
He glanced at his watch and then at the barman, signalling for the check. He’d had enough to drink and was sure Jane and her husband had.

“Ok, it’s a deal with the proviso that either side can pull out with no recriminations and no bitterness but I doubt that will happen anytime soon, if for a long time.”
He raised his glass to them.
“It’s been an interesting and pleasant evening and here’s to many more.”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane was pleased with the result but when she saw Kelvin fixing to settle up she panicked. She was so horny that she was likely to explode if she had to go home unfulfilled.

“I was hoping that now we’ve reached an agreement that you might be able to stay a while longer,” she told Kelvin. “Paul was just leaving, weren’t you darling. And I still have an unused hotel room upstairs.”

Jane took Kelvin’s left. hand and, opening her legs, she placed it between her thighs then reaching down with her right she unzipped his fly and pushed her hand into his trousers.

“Besides you can’t go so soon. Otherwise what will barman have to wank off to later.”

Paul watched as his wife invited another man to feel her pussy and all he could think of was how turned on it made him.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said and went to peck her cheek. But before he could Jane responded.

“Just go Paul,” she told him sternly. “And don’t wait up for me.”

Paul left looking like a scolded puppy. Jane looked up and caught the bartender’s eye then she looked at Kelvin.

“Now where were we?…” she asked

 

[Newstart]

As the barman walked across to them carrying the card payment terminal, Kelvin mused about how times had changed.
It was a long time since he’d carried any coins in his pocket, never using them, and usually having to retrieve them from the washing machine where they rattled around in the drum when he’d forgotten to empty his pockets.
That, and his clothes covered in bits of tissue that he’d also forgotten to remove, had been an annoying recurrence that had convinced him to use a laundry service: quick, reliable and his shirts returned on hangers.
Of course, he still carried some cash, half a dozen or more high value bank notes and now that they were all plastic it didn’t matter if they were forgotten in his pockets.
They didn’t break up in the wash.

The card terminal beeped as he waved his watch across it and he pressed a couple of high value notes into the barman’s hand, smiling as he did so.

“Thanks for looking after us.”
The barman returned his smile.

“Any time sir, it’s been a pleasure looking after you. Hope to see you again.”
He pocketed Kelvin’s tip. Cash like this was good, immediate and anonymous, unlike gratuities added to the check which disappeared into the hotel’s accounts and never seemed to be redistributed to the staff.
All in all, the barman thought, this had been a couple of good evenings and he had to adjust his trousers a little to accommodate his stiffening cock. He was going to enjoy listening to the conversation he’d recorded when he got home and jacking off to it.

Kelvin turned back to Jane and her husband and was about to suggest that the three of them went up to Jane’s room when Jane spoke, and he couldn’t understand why she had a mixture of anger and disappointment on her face. Hadn’t they just agreed the deal of the century? Wasn’t she happy with how this had turned out? All the sex she wanted and her husband kept happy, knowing he could keep her while getting his kicks being humiliated?
Her voice had an edge to it as she spoke to him.

“I was hoping that now we’ve reached an agreement that you might be able to stay a while longer. Paul was just leaving, weren’t you darling. And I still have an unused hotel room upstairs.”

Kelvin looked between them open mouthed. It was obvious what Jane wanted and he was looking forward to that but Jane telling her husband to leave? Perhaps this was the ultimate humiliation, setting him up for a fall, letting him believe he’d be watching his wife have sex with another man and then denying him.
And in the midst of these thoughts Jane grabbed his hand and pushed it up her skirt while unzipping his fly with her other hand and grabbing his cock.
Just as she’d been on Saturday night, she was wearing no panties and was wet, soaking wet, ready to be fucked.

Now it was Paul’s turn to look between them. He moved as if to kiss his wife, sealing the deal so to speak, but all he got was Jane telling him to leave.

“Just go Paul,” she told him sternly. “And don’t wait up for me.”

He looked crushed whereas Jane looked triumphant and he got up to leave, never daring even to glance at his wife in the hope that she might grant him a reprieve.
Jane turned to Kelvin.

“Now where were we?”

Kelvin pressed his fingers into Jane’s soaking wet pussy and then lifted them to his lips.

“On the way to our room I think.” He said with a smile, hoping that she’d notice that he’d called it ‘our room’.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“On the way to our room I think.” He said with a smile,

“Please just a little longer here first,” Jane said taking the hand Kelvin had removed from her pussy and pulling his fingers down onto her clitoris again.

Jane had been on a hair trigger since she’d disclosed the sort of relationship she’d been looking for and it had taken just the feel of Kelvin’s fingers inside her to push her to the edge of orgasm. For him to then stop was cruelty itself.

She pressed her hand over his, keeping his fingers on target until he got the message. Then she relaxed her grip, leant back in the booth and enjoyed the final moments before her orgasm struck.

“Make me cum,” she whispered in desperation as the fireworks started to go off in her brain.

When her orgasm came, Jane bit down on her lip so as not to make any noise. Her body stiffened and she gripped Kelvin’s cock hard in her other hand.

The orgasm lasted maybe thirty glorious seconds and then subsided. Taking her hand out of Kelvin’s trousers she zipped up his fly and after pulling down her dress she turned to Kelvin

“I needed that,” she told him, adding. “We can go upstairs now.”

She got up and nodded discretely to the bartender who had been watching the whole episode intently.

 

[Newstart]

Jane’s need for instant gratification surprised Kelvin.
He’d thought by suggesting they went up the room and also, by his overtly sexual gesture of licking his fingers after he’d had them in her pussy, she’d be dragging him to the lift, desperate for sexual release but sexual release that would be made all the more intense by being delayed, even for the few minutes they’d be in the lift together where the sexual tension between them could be raised by touching, kissing and most of all, by telling each other what they were going to do when they got to the room.
He was also sure that this was the kind of sexual scenario that Jane’s husband got off on, the masochistic streak in him enjoying being denied.

Kelvin knew this from his own love of being edged, brought to the point of ejaculation and then denied several times, before being finally allowed to release, the sweet agony of delay.
He’d had one girlfriend who could do it to perfection but found that their relationship needed more than just that.

So Jane’s need for immediate release caught him by surprise until he saw Jane nod to the bartender as she stood, and he realised that what she was really excited about was that the barman knew what was happening between the two of them, not quite overt exhibitionism but certainly obvious enough so that the barman would be jacking off on what he’d seen in the bar that evening as well as listening to the recording of their conversation that he’d made.

And every time Jane walked past the hotel, she’d be able to tell herself that was where she’d had an orgasm while sitting in the Bentley Lounge, twice now.
He smiled to himself, imagining her diary with a special page: “Bars I’ve cum in”.
Kelvin stood and joined Jane as they walked across the lobby to the bank of elevators.

“Last time we took an elevator to your room you gave me a blowjob. Now, I think it’s my turn to repay the compliment, especially since you’re newly wet from cumming just now.”

There was a ‘ping’ as the elevator arrived and Kelvin ushered Jane in, pressing the button for the 7th floor and whispering in her ear.

“Lift your dress. I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Although Jane's room was on the seventh floor it still didn't leave much time for what Kelvin had planned.

She lifted up her dress for him and leant back on against the side of the elevator. The backs of her shoulders pressed against the bare metal as she spread her legs and pushed her hips forward for him. Then, grabbing his head in both hands, she pulled his face onto her.

"Eat it," she grunted at him, giving way to the animal inside her

She could feel his lips on her and his tongue over her clitoris and tugged at his head even harder. But all too soon the ping went for the seventh floor and then the elevator doors began to open. Jane held Kelvin in place. She couldn't have cared less if anyone was waiting. It wasn't as if she was likely to know them, it just added to her excitement. But when the doors opened the corridor was empty.

Jane lifted one hand from Kelvin's head and pressed the 'Doors Open' button, delaying the lifts return journey but leaving them dangerously exposed to being seen by anyone coming out of their room.

She ground herself onto Kelvins face as hard as she could until she could feel her orgasm approaching. Gripping Kelvins head with both hands again she smeared her pussy over his face one last time then felt herself gush over him.

The doors closed and the lift began it’s descent to the lobby…

 

[Newstart]

It was like a skier trying to outrun an avalanche, the lift descending as Jane came, gushing all over Kelvin’s face as he tried desperately to drink all of her wonderful juices. He couldn’t get enough of her but didn’t want to end what he was doing until Jane was spent, until the sensitivity of her clit would have her pushing his head away.

He could feel the lift slowing but had no idea which floor it was stopping at. If it was an intermediate floor then whoever had called the lift would get a full view of Jane holding the front of her dress high and him with his face buried between her legs, licking her and swallowing at the same time, but he supposed it would only be one couple and if they complained then he could easily deny it, apart from the wet mark on the back of Jane’s dress from when she’d cum while in the booth in the bar but the barman would cover for them.
But the continuing descent of the lift told him that they were approaching the lobby and there’d be more than just one couple waiting to get into the lift so as the lift stopped and the doors started to open, he bent his face to the floor between Jane’s legs, holding his hand up, palm spread.

“Wait, don’t come in just yet. My wife has just lost a stone from her ring. Let me find it.”

There was a murmur of concern from the people standing watching what was happening and more people gathered round.
A crowd will always attract onlookers and although some looked sympathetically concerned, a few of the men grinned, guessing immediately what was going on.
Then Kelvin stood with a triumphant grin on his face, holding his hand aloft with his fingers pursed.

“Got it. How lucky was that. Thank you so much for waiting.”

For the observer, perception is reality and he knew that most would get into the lift knowing in their minds that they’d witnessed a very lucky moment, the finding of a lost diamond.
For Kelvin and Jane it was a moment that had them desperately trying not to giggle as they stood aside to let people into the lift.
One of the women looked him in the eye, an eyebrow raised.

“And which floor for you two?” she asked sarcastically.

“Oh, the seventh please.” Kelvin replied and then said loud enough for all in the lift to hear.
“We’ll have to get your ring fixed tomorrow.” And then he whispered in Jane’s ear “And I’ll be having a good look at your ring in just a few moments’ time.”

The lift doors started to close and as they did Kelvin glanced back towards the lobby. It was only a fleeting glimpse but he was sure he’d seen Jane’s husband looking directly at him.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane’s second orgasm of the evening had made her go weak at the knees and when the doors of lift opened in the lobby she’d had to hold onto the handrail to support herself.

It was only Kelvin’s quick thinking that had saved them from an embarrassing incident and Jane smiled, relishing the closeness of the escape.

There were more than a few glances as the packed lift made its way upwards however and Kelvin kept her on edge by whispering,“And I’ll be having a good look at your ring in just a few moments’”

It made her wonder what was coming next and she couldn’t wait to find out.

“Promises, Promises,” she teased.

They were the last to get out of the lift and she guided Kelvin to room 722.

Opening the door, she walked in and retrieved a small package from her handbag.

“Why don’t you make us a drink while I freshen up” she suggested. “Mine’s a gin and tonic.”

Jane disappeared into the bathroom and quickly removed her dress. She sat down to pee and then washed herself quickly all over. A quick dab of perfume and then she unpacked a little black babydoll from the package and slipped into it

She quickly reapplied her lipstick, and touched up her mascara before reappearing from the bathroom.

 

[Newstart]

Room 722, not a honeymoon suite by any standards, a functional room with a queen size bed and ensuite bathroom. Not low end like a motel or Days Inn but not Four Seasons either – mid-range, mid-price and for what Kelvin and Jane were going to do this evening, good enough but Jane was worth more than this and he reflected on the hotels he’d used in Dubai and Abu Dhabi, plush, even ostentatious and not always tasteful but that was another time, another life and if Jane had meant what she’d said about offering a girlfriend experience then he’d choose somewhere else for their next meeting, somewhere her husband wouldn’t be hanging around in the lobby after she’d told him to just go and not to wait up for her.

Not that he minded the deal they’d made and he recognised that her husband would have to be included from time to time to keep him onside and also to satisfy Jane’s professed love for him.
But all that was for another time and he opened the mini bar to see what there was, the usual bottles of water, a couple of Cokes, gin, scotch, vodka, bourbon and mixes.
Well at least he could fix a gin and tonic for Jane and he’d make do with the bourbon, straight.

He turned as he heard the bathroom door open to see Jane, one leg draped around the door, in a babydoll negligee and his heart skipped a beat.
He’d met some beautiful women in his time but none that compared to Jane.
He walked over to her and kissed her lightly on her lips, handing her the drink.

“You look absolutely stunning. Don’t go away. I’m going have a quick shower.”
A couple of minutes later he was back in the bedroom, his hair tousled from being dried and a towel knotted around his waist.

“Lie on the bed, naked, face down. I’m going to taste you, lick you and touch you everywhere until I know every curve, every hollow, every damp nook and cranny, every scent of you until my mind is full of you and nothing else.”
He took her glass from her and placed it on the bedside table.

“And I do mean everywhere, especially the place where that little diamond came from.”

From Jane’s toes to her neck and then back again, kissing her behind her ears, tracing the length of her arms with his tongue, burying his nose in her armpits, running his fingernails down her back, his tongue on the backs of her knees, tracing the line between her cheeks with his tongue and then, lifting her to her knees, parting her cheeks and exploring her, circling her rosebud with his tongue, probing her, his fingers in her vagina seeking her wetness, spreading her slickness between her cheeks and then pressing against her, testing her, waiting for her to return his pressure.

This wasn’t going to be like Saturday night. This would be slow and sensuous until they were both begging each other for release.
He pressed again, feeling her respond.

“Now, let’s see if we can find where that little diamond came from.”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When she emerged from the bathroom Jane didn't know whether to feel insulted that Kelvin hadn't ravaged her there and then or pleased at his personal hygiene regime. She sat on the bed and sipped at her gin and tonic while she waited for him, knowing that Kelvin could do pretty much whatever he wanted and she'd go along with it.

When he reappeared she couldn't help but be impressed by his taught muscular body. The definition of his abs was like something out of an advert for mens' underwear and she couldn't wait to be reacquainted with what was under the towel.

“Lie on the bed, naked, face down." he told her, leaving no room for discussion.

So much for the babydoll she thought as she removed it as he'd instructed letting him view her naked body.

'I’m going to taste you, lick you and touch you everywhere until I know every curve, every hollow, every damp nook and cranny, every scent of you until my mind is full of you and nothing else.”

It had been a long time since anyone had talked to her like that. Compliantly she did as she was told and lay face down on the bed. She parted her legs slightly and lifted her buttocks up, inviting him to begin then submitted to Kelvin's exploration of her.

It was exquisite agony having him probe everywhere but with her face buried in a pillow she couldn't see what was coming. Instead she had to wait to find out where his hands or lips would travel next. She felt his fingers enter her pussy, which was already wet and dilated from the two orgasms he'd given her. She tried to contract her muscles around them making herself tight on him but then he pulled out leaving her wondering what was coming next. The wait was agonising but then she felt a juice covered digit press down on her anus and begin to circle it. Fireworks went off in her brain and Jane lifted her hips up pushing back against him, inviting him to explore.

“Now, let’s see if we can find where that little diamond came from.”

 

[Newstart]

First his tongue, then his fingers and next … too soon, too soon. He wanted to bring Jane to the edge again and again until she was begging for release.

As he lifted her to her knees he could feel Jane lifting, a sign of her eagerness, her need to be taken, to be used, but not in a brutal, impersonal way.
This was to be almost tender, teasing, but he wanted to hear her say “Please Kelvin, now, now.”
He was kneeling behind her on the bed, his knees keeping her legs apart, vulnerable, everything Jane had on display, one hand between her cheeks, the other by her vagina, his fingers working her, so close to her clit but never quite there and his other hand pressing and entering her rosebud, feeling her sphincter tense and then relax as his fingers penetrated her and one more push and he could feel his fingers almost touching, separated only by millimetres of her flesh, working her and all the while he could look at her, this beautiful woman here with him.

He was aware that his erection was achingly hard with the eroticism of what he and Jane were doing and the way Jane was responding. It was time now and he used his juice covered fingers to wet his cock and again, Jane’s rosebud.
He placed his glans against her rosebud and pressed, slowly distending her opening, feeling her sphincter resist at first and then relax as he pushed into her, pausing for her to accommodate him and all the while his fingers in her vagina, toying with her, sometimes beckoning on her g-spot, sometimes just glancing against her clit and all the while pressing deeper into her until she had taken all of him.

He paused with them like this for a moment, savouring the feeling of being in her, and then he started to thrust, slowly out and then back in again, now feeling the form of his cock through the walls of her vagina and as his need to release grew he circled her clit with his fingers, bringing her closer again, timing his release with hers until he cold feel Jane clenching on his fingers and on his cock, the contractions of her orgasm tipping him over the edge as he came in her, pulse after pulse until he was spent.

A final thrust and he was done, lowering her back onto the bed and lying on her, still inside her, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulders.
He took a breath and whispered in her ear.

“Did we find the diamond or did we find a well of pleasure?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Still pinned to the bed Jane could feel Kelvin's cock now softening in her rectum. Eventually, it fell out with 'plop' and was followed by a trickle of Kelvin's cum, which traced its way over her pussy lips and onto the bed.

Jane felt used. With Kelvin's fist in her pussy and his cock in her arse she'd let him fuck her until he'd got what he wanted. She'd cum of course. It was hard not to with both holes penetrated but it felt like any pleasure she'd derived from the experience had been secondary to satisfying Kelvin's baser urges. She'd been a means to an end and eventually a recepticle for his sperm. It made her feel dirty, very dirty and she loved it.

“Did we find the diamond or did we find a well of pleasure?”

"That's for you to decide since you were the one doing the exploring," she joked then added. "That particular well's not been used for a while and the water's sweeter if its used often. You should come and use it whenever you like. It will always be available to you. You don't have to ask. You just need to take it."

Jane rolled onto her side, dislodging Kelvin. She bade him lie on his back then took his flaccid cock in hand and made a show of licking the remnants of cum off it.

 

[Newstart]

There was something about Jane that didn’t feel quite right to Kelvin, as if she was being humorous in a slightly brittle way.
Was she regretting the way she’d spoken to her husband when she'd told him to ‘just go’ or was this re-run of Saturday’s accidental meeting not as exciting as she’d hoped it would be?
Could she be feeling a guilty?

Their chance meeting on Saturday was a perfect one-night stand, both of them with plenty of alcohol on board, a dash to the elevator and her room and then fucking as if there was no tomorrow.
But there was a tomorrow, this was it, and perhaps it hadn’t lived up to expectations.

Superficially all was well, telling him that he could take her as he had whenever he wanted and then sucking him clean.
But, but …
Perhaps it was post coital anti-climax … “Well that’s was ok, but so what.”

Of course in a relationship one would cuddle and snuggle, falling asleep together and make lazy love again in the morning but although Jane had told her husband not to wait up for her, it seemed unlikely that she’d stay out all night.
But he didn’t want to just take her when it suited him, he’d far prefer this to be a relationship however shallow, of equals, both giving as good as they got.

And there was one other thing that was niggling him.
How had her husband found her? Had he followed her or was there something else going on.
He wanted to know.

But for now, for this moment, he was lying on his back while a very beautiful woman was cleaning his cock with her tongue and not only was she making it clean, she was also making him hard again and very few women had been able to do that for him and if she succeeded, then he was hers for the taking, to use for her pleasure.

 

[Newstart]

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