After being asked why her husband was sitting across the bar from her, Hannah turned a bit red. So busted. After quickly regaining her composure, she answered him.
"Yes. Can you guess why, though?" she smirked in her answer.
"I don't have to guess, I know. But getting you to admit it yourself will expose your vulnerability," Terence countered.
"Ok, then. My husband has fantasies about watching me have sex with another man. I told him as repayment for gifting me this 'bucket list' vacation that I would open myself up to experimenting," Hannah replied.
I was shocked she laid it all out bare, but I guess she was calculating the odds that being honest at this point would make things easier later.
Terence nodded back to her, "That's what I thought. And what a lovely way to show your appreciation. How's your experimentation going?"
Hannah stifled a smile, "Well, I blew my masseuse earlier."
Terence nearly did a spit take with his whiskey.
"Well alright then," he chuckled.
"So, what gave us away?"
"I'd seen you two together at lunch. You are such an attractive woman, you had my eye then and I watched you with him. I remember thinking what a lucky guy to have landed such an amazing wife. So when I saw you come in here, deflect that frat boy while your husband was observing, I suspected what might have been going on."
"You have some experience with what I mentioned? You don't sound too surprised."
"Yes, Hannah, I do. Does that shock you?"
"No. Not really."
"What is your husband's name, Hannah?"
"John."
"Are you attracted to black men, Hannah?" he asked.
I could tell from subtle signs having known her for so long that Hannah was aroused. Her naughty smile. The way she touched a loose lock of her hair. I wonder if he picked up on them?
"I might be."
"I think it's more than that, sweet Hannah. I think that despite loving your husband John and wanting to do something to make his fantasy a reality, I bet that it will answer some of your desires for that experimentation partner to be a handsome, dark-skinned man."
Hannah unconsciously bit her lower lip. This self-sure, but not obnoxiously cocky, guy had her number.
"Ok, then. What do you propose we do about it?" she answered him.
"Well, I suspect that a big part of this for both of you includes your husband over there to watch. And I'm ok with that. I'd be lying if I told you I haven't been part of something just like that on more than one occasion. A lot of you white girls are really interested in trying out the dark side. And I have to tell you, I have a special interest in giving white girls like you, in a committed relationship, that taste. So, why don't we all head up to your room, in whatever configuration you want, and give us all want we desire for this evening?"
After the slightest pause, Hannah just nodded.
"I'm sorry, Hannah. I think we all need you to say out loud exactly what you want," he told her in a slightly stern manner.
She glanced at me fully for the first time since he began talking with her. Our eyes met and I simply smiled.
Without taking her eyes off of me, she told him, "Yes, Terence. I want you to join my husband and I in our room so that you can fuck me in front of him."
"That's great, Hannah. Good girl. I would love to fuck you in front of your husband. I really hope he is prepared for the pleasure I'm about to give you."
Terence got up, throwing some cash on the bar and telling Suzy that it was to cover his, Hannah's, and my tabs. He then helped Hannah from her stool and gave a glance my way. I downed the rest of my drink, which was probably a mistake, got up and walked towards the door that they were already nearly through.
I caught up to them in the lobby and the three of us continued in no particular rush to the elevator. Terence put his hand on the small of Hannah's back as we approached the elevator. I believe he was testing our resolve and giving us a little taste of blatant exposure in public to the cuckolding I was about to receive. A good chill went through me, as the slight public humiliation of that overt but subtle act of intimacy was put on display. He was telling everyone who witnessed that Hannah was his tonight. I was thankful the elevator arrived empty because it helped hide a pretty obvious erection I was already sporting.
In the elevator, Terence pressed the number for our floor having seen Hannah press it earlier in the day, never taking his hand off her. After the door closed fully, he gently pulled her into him and kissed her full on the mouth. Hannah reciprocated the kiss as she was more than willing. It was obvious that both of them had wanted to do that since their brief encounter earlier in the day. The elevator quickly arrived at our floor and I stepped out first, pulling out our room's keycard. I was eager to get into the room, partially to minimize the risk of someone seeing them embracing openly but mostly because I was excited to see what came next in the privacy of our room.
They stopped kissing and moved intentionally across the elevator lobby and down the hallway to our room. I held the door for them to come through, feeling a little like a servant to their coupling. Hannah led Terence by the hand into our room, giving me a look that lingered. What I saw in her eyes was an offer for one last chance to stop this if I wanted to. I smiled back and touched her arm in a silent affirmation of my approval. As he passed by Terence acknowledged me with what seemed to be a sincere smile of appreciation, likely more about letting him be with my wife than the simple courtesy of holding the door open for them.
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" are words that came out of my mouth, with me suddenly feeling like I was having an out of body experience in that moment.
