Phoenix summers feel as though they were meant to set the skin on fire, so it only made sense to drink one cold beer after another while we sat outside on our hotel patio. I was away on training for a two week stint, so my wife decided to come out for a visit over the weekend that divided my training weeks.
The banter in conversation was typical of colleagues in a less than professional environment. With the first drink came innocent conversation filled with marriages, kids, previous careers. The second drink brought on details of life experiences. The third pulled out those that needed attention, those that could not handle their drinks, and those that decided to get the conversation going in the route of risqué. All the drinks that followed weeded out those that were ready for bed and brought to light those that were really ready for bed.
By ten in the evening, we had been drinking for hours and we were well into being buzzed. My interests in talking to others were kept to music and the non-provable rhetoric of celebrity-based rumors. I was bored. At least, I was bored until I overheard my wife slur into much more interesting conversation with another young woman that had joined the party.
"I don't know what it is about it, but I just love to eat pussy," my wife whispered with a wink and a grin to the brunette that uncrossed her legs and leaned to my wife just as the words hit the air. Randi was not overly loud as she virtually hit on the sexy, young woman with her quiet announcement, but it was loud enough that I could hear what she said without having to ask for a repeat.
"That's funny, because I love to have my pussy eaten," the girl smiled back. They were clearly drunk and enjoying their conversation, so I thought that I would chime in.
"What's even funnier is that I love having my dick sucked." I meant to say it to my wife, but in my drunken fumble, I remember saying with the intent to land on both of their ears. I immediately fantasized about shoving my cock into their mouths alternately, but my fantasy was cut short.
"Not tonight, baby. Tonight, your cock is all mine," Randi interjected hotly. She was to that point of drunk where she was gushing with horniness and I decided to capitalize.
"Let's go then," I stood and grabbed Randi by the hand. "Is she coming with us?" I asked in jest, but hoping for the affirmative. "No, you don't want her in there with us tonight," Randi answered with a smile and a kiss.
Randi grabbed me by the hand, said good night to her new friend, and led me away. We stepped from the patio into the well-lit lobby; then we walked quickly down the hall to the elevators. The elevator did not get to us fast enough and my wife could not wait. We stood in the hall, side-by-side, and she reached over to me with her right hand. She flattened the palm of her hand to the front of my jeans as if to simply check.
"Hard already?" she questioned as she started to lightly rub up and down over my zipper. I was, but her rubbing despite the fear of getting caught was making me even harder. I wasn't all that sure I was going to be able to make it to the elevator until it chimed and she had to snap her hand away as the doors began to open.
With a stroke of luck, the elevator was empty. We stepped into the box of mirrors and smiled at each other as the doors closed behind us. Randi mashed her thumb into the number four button and quickly turned around to kiss me. I stumbled back into the wall of the elevator as our tongues danced back and forth. Then I put my hands to her shoulders and spun her to face the mirror. Her hands fell into place on the hand rail and I returned the early favor of heavy petting over her zipper area. Her jeans were hot to the touch and I knew that she was soaking through her panties as I rubbed.
I could have kissed her neck or nibbled her ear while I stroked her crotch through her jeans, but I didn't. I simply looked at her face in the reflection of the elevator wall as she looked back at me. Her mouth was slightly agape as if she wanted to whisper something sweet, but couldn't for fear of not being able to catch her breath. Then, she broke the silence as she groaned out, "I want to fuck the shit out of you tonight." It only made me hornier to hear her coo and yearn to be fucked, so I continued to rub her pussy through her pants until the elevator door chimed.
I was immediately happy that our room was not far away from the elevator. I wanted to get into the room, out of my clothes, and bury myself into my wife's pussy. However, no excited moment goes without obstacle. I removed the electronic key from my pocket and was quickly rejected by the lock mechanism. The timing was horrible. I was going to come in my jeans if I didn't get the chance to come in Randi soon and there I was being rejected by a door.
"I'll wait here," Randi inferred that she would stay in place while I went to switch the keys. Dejected, I returned to the elevator, went to the lobby, and exchanged my key. However, when I got back to the room, Randi was not standing in the hallway. A small part of me hoped that she had not bumped into the brunette and left me for the evening, but I remembered her proclamation that my cock was all hers for the night.
This time, I was able to open the door and walk into the room. The entire room was dimly lit by a single light at the corner of the bed. There was nothing unusual about the place. There was an entertainment center at the foot of the bed and a desk space topped with a phone. It was everything that one could expect from a hotel room.
"Babe?" I called out wondering where Randi had gone, and she answered from the bathroom. "Hey, turn on the TV."
