As Peter and Fliss finished checking into their 5-star hotel, the porter carried their luggage to the lift and showed them to their room. The porter opened the door and stood aside to let Fliss enter first. As Peter was about to follow her, he heard what he thought was a familiar voice along the corridor and upon turning round he spotted Susie and Kat leaving a room about five doors away; they noticed him and Susie blew him a kiss. He smiled and went through the door into the hotel room. Once inside, and after tipping the porter, Peter told Fliss he needed a shower to wash off the grime of the journey. In reality he wanted to get rid of any smell of sex and any give-away fluid stains from his body.
Fliss said she would start getting ready for dinner and began to undress. As Peter was checking out the shower in the en-suite, he heard Fliss calling to him. He poked his head around the bathroom door to find Fliss looking puzzled.
"My panties are on back to front," she said to him, "I would have thought I would have noticed that when putting them on."
Peter told her that she must have put them on in a rush and that it was no big deal. He returned to the bathroom cursing Cindy for her lack of attention and praying that Fliss let the matter drop. In the shower Peter let the warm water wash all over him, soothing his tired body; he picked up the shower gel and started to lather up, starting with his chest and working his way down. As he washed he re-lived the days events in his mind, marvelling at how lucky he had been to share the compartment with four such hot young ladies. His hands reached his abdomen and brushed against a raging hard on; his cock had got hard as he thought about the four mouths that had engulfed his cock and the three pussies he had fucked. He grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke it vigorously as he brought to mind the breasts he had groped and sucked. He closed his eyes as his cum splashed against the glass of the cubicle and slithered down into the pool of water at his feet.
"Shame," came a voice, "I could have done with that."
He turned around startled, to see Fliss had entered the room without him noticing. She was standing there in a new set of lingerie, looking very sexy. Peter groaned; he knew that he could not do his wife justice after just having come for the sixth time that day.
"I'm sorry love," he said, "I just came over all horny and couldn't control myself."
Fliss turned and left the room; it appeared to Peter that she was slightly miffed. He decided to try to make it up to her by having dinner in the fancy restaurant downstairs rather than finding a cheaper one along the High Street. He finished his shower, applied after shave and returned to the bedroom to get dressed for dinner. Fliss was practically ready and she asked him to do up a necklace for her to finish off her outfit. Peter thought she looked ravishing and quickly dressed so that he could show off his attractive wife downstairs.
As they entered the restaurant, Peter looked around for any sign of the girls, but they were nowhere to be seen. Probably had more sense, he thought to himself, and found a local burger joint. They sat at the table and ordered their food; Peter ordered a pricier bottle of wine than he normally would and felt Fliss's mood relaxing as the wine and the good food appeased her foul mood. They entered into pleasant conversation about the next day's sightseeing and Fliss was delighted when Peter agreed to allow some time for exploring the High Street shops. She was drinking more than she normally did and Peter was hoping that he might yet get into her knickers when they returned to the bedroom. For dessert, Fliss ordered a banana split and when she was sure no-one was looking she picked up one of the banana halves and ran it in and out of her mouth while staring into Peter's eyes. He almost choked on his mouthful of brandy as Fliss's out of character behaviour caught him by surprise. He was now convinced he was onto a winner once he got Fliss back to their room.
After charging the meal to their room, Peter escorted Fliss back to the lift. They had it to themselves and Peter managed a quick grope of her breasts before she stated that she had a bad headache developing. Back in their room Peter helped Fliss undress and put on her nightie; she took a couple of her sleeping tablets and he told her he was going to the bar for a nightcap.
Back in the lift, Peter was thinking of what might have been had he taken more control of Fliss's drinking and was chastising himself for a missed opportunity for one last bang of the day. As he entered the bar he heard some familiar voices chatting and when he turned a corner saw the four girls sitting up at the bar on stools.
"Evening ladies," he said, "having a nightcap before turning in?" he asked.
They laughed and Sasha said, "No Petie, don't be silly, we're just having a starter before going clubbing. Hoping to pick up some local lads for some night-time entertainment."
Peter smiled; thoughts of some night-time entertainment of his own rapidly disappeared. His eyes ran over the four girls in their clubbing gear; they sure knew how to dress sexy, he thought, although Sasha's outfit with an extremely short hem-line and almost 50% of her ample breasts on show was border-line slutty.
He ordered himself a scotch on the rocks and asked the girls if they would like a drink. They were all on Vodka Lemonades and the barman served these to the girls as they continued to chat. Peter sat on a stool next to Susie.
"So, where's the missus?" asked Susie.
"She had a bad headache coming on, so she's taken some more sleeping pills," replied Peter.
Susie looked at the other girls and winked.
"I hope you don't think I'm being rude," said Peter, "but I'm surprised you girls are staying here; I thought you'd be at a Prime Inn or some such like."
"Oooh, Petie thinks we're not posh enough for here," said Sasha laughing.
The other girls joined in and then Cindy said, "We all work for the parent company of this chain, so we get a nice discount."
"You all work together! Christ, have they got any vacancies?" exclaimed Peter.
"Grandad wants to screw us at work," laughed Kat.
This caused the barman to briefly look up from his newspaper; he looked at the four hot young things and decided they were teasing the old fellah.
"Imagine all the unpaid overtime you'd have to put in," laughed Cindy. The other girls all joined in the laughter while Peter imagined what it would be like to work in an office with four such hot, wanton young women. He decided that after about two weeks his heart would probably give up.
The girls were finishing off their drinks and looked like they were getting ready to leave, all apart from Susie. "Hold up girls, one more before we get moving yeah? The night is still young," she said.
The girls returned to their seats as Susie asked the barman if he did blowjobs. After clarifying that she meant the shot, the barman stated that it wasn't on the official bar list, but he knew how to make them.
Once the drinks were all lined up on the bar, the girls all placed their hands behind their backs and lifted the glasses with their mouths, downing the contents. Peter watched in amazement; as the girls returned their glasses to the bar he noticed that they all had white stuff around their mouths, primarily on their upper lips which they then, rather seductively, licked off slowly whilst all staring at him.
"Come on Pete, bottoms up," said Susie as she placed a hand on his thigh, stroking it lightly.
Peter picked his glass with his hand and downed the contents, enjoying the combination of Amaretto and Irish Cream. Susie's hand was getting more adventurous and had found his sleeping dick nestled against his thigh. As he put the glass back on the bar, Susie reached for his face and pulled it towards her; she licked the cream from off his upper lip and then proceeded to stick her tongue in his mouth and halfway down his throat. He groaned as he sat back down and placed a hand on her bare thigh; she sighed.
"You coming then, Susie?" asked Sasha.
"Naah, I think I've found my entertainment for the night," said Susie, giving Pete's cock a squeeze.
As the three girls left the bar, Peter ordered them both another drink. His hand had found the inside of Susie's thigh and was travelling North. Susie parted her legs further to make it easier for him and within seconds he was tracing his fingers along the crutch of her panties. She was struggling to control her breathing; she didn't want the barman to realise what was happening, but he still had his head buried in his newspaper.
