Swinger

Elaine listened for sounds of life from the sea of mostly empty cubicles and let out a sigh of relief when she heard the wobble of caster wheels from the janitorial cart. She'd waited long enough; it was time to leave.

As she reached for her overnight bag, her hand trembled, and she took several deep breaths while she waited for the elevator to take her to the ground floor and the city streets.

When she arrived at the cavernous hotel lobby, she ignored the registration desk.

The subtle lighting, slick marble on the floor, and ornate columns pointed in the direction of the elevator banks and a restroom, she hoped would be large and private enough to accommodate her transformation.

There, she reapplied her makeup with an overlay of darker shades and iridescent color, consistent with a photographed image of herself, shared previously.

She placed a net over shaggy hair and removed the long blonde wig from its zip lock bag.

As she looked into the mirror, she imagined the stage and its audience. She'd practiced this role in her head and took another deep breath. She told herself that once dressed for the part, there would be no exit stage left.

The large stalls and polished tile floors felt warm underfoot, as she undressed.

Her skirt, blouse, panty hose, and bra cushioned the toilet seat, as she pulled and rolled her stockings up and over her size 10 feet, red toenails, toe rings, ankle bracelet and eventually over her knee and up onto her thigh and clasp of the garter and bustier.

The long cashmere wrap was just enough to hide her sin and inconspicuously dark enough for the evening crowd she anticipated in the lobby.

On que, she heard the ping of her phone. She scrolled through the week-long back and forth chat between Playboy and Hot Wife. A bemused look appeared on her face.

"I am a hot wife now," she said to herself.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She thought about the "gentleman" and his "wife" waiting for her in room 222.

She watched her lips move and whispered, "Elaine, you are a fucking slut."

Elaine had recognized the voids in her own marriage long before Dave's first hints at infidelity.

He'd become restless and voyeuristic. She instinctively knew when to look and invariably caught his gaze in the direction of another woman, and to her amazement, there was usually nothing there that she considered deserving of him.

Consequently, when he suggested they "spice things up," her surprise and anger, were largely feigned.

"Tony and Wendy are swingers," he said one evening as he rolled into bed beside her. She felt the instantaneous kiss on her neck, the weight of his hips on her ass and the squeeze of his hand on her breast.

"That resort in Florida is full of swingers."

"That doesn't surprise me," she said. "Tony's overweight, and Wendy's tits are fake."

"Wow, you're always so critical of other people's appearance and behavior."

Elaine submissively rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and reached for his cock, which she used like a leash to pull him onto her. She felt him grow harder as she moaned. She kissed him tenderly.

"I don't want to share you," she said, somewhat unconvincingly. She knew he strayed, and she wasn't entirely innocent herself.

"Look, you don't have to commit. Think about it. Let's just see what's out there."

She agreed to pose for Dave on the condition of anonymity. "I don't want to show my face, and I don't want Tony, Wendy, or anyone else we know to find out, is that clear?"

She heard the click of his phone and felt warm between her legs as she posed on their bed. She felt strangely refreshed and vibrant, in the blond wig, fishnets, and stiletto heels.

"God, you're so fucking hot, Elaine."

She looked up at screen on his phone and watched. The long blond curls of her wig filled the shot, hid her green eyes and dark lashes, and turned her red lips into a bullseye. She watched as Dave held his phone at arm's length, entered the scene, and then clicked off another series of pics.

"I want one of you sucking me off."

Dave got up in his knees beside her and held his shaft with one hand and the phone with the other. He looked up into the screen and watched the image of Elaine, her mouth open, red lips and white teeth surrounding the head of his dick.

"Squeeze my balls. Let me see your hands."

Elaine tried to resist the urge to gag as she felt him push deeply into the back of her throat. The phone continued to click as he ran his other hand over her breast and pinched her erect nipple. She arched her back and lifted her hips as he slid his hand down between her legs.

"Play with your pussy, spread your lips."

She watched him beat off and edge. He sucked his middle finger while she teased her clit and played for the camera.

"Now, get on your hands and knees."

"He's really enjoying this," she said to herself, with a satisfied grin.

"Yes, Daddy. Is this how you want me?"

She looked back at Dave.

"Put your phone down and fuck me, Daddy."

She heard the phone drop and felt the tap of Dave's cock on her ass. He slipped his hand under her thong and pulled the strap to one side. She arched her back and pressed her face down into the bed.

"Come on, babe, show me what you got."

"Give it to me, luv, nice and deep!"

And she heard his hips and balls bang her ass. She felt her sweet wet cunt drip onto his hot cock. She welcomed the drive of his hips, the grip of his fingertips, the length of his stroke. She sensed the beads of sweat on his arms and held her breath, waiting for the familiar slap and sting of his open hand on her ass.

"You are a fucking whore!"