As always, thanks for all the feedback you've given, good and bad. This part, and the next few, will return the focus to exhibitionism and voyeur. There are many chapters still to come! Keep reading...
Pete and Michele woke up around eight the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing. Michele answered. She listened for a minute, her face growing more and more concerned.
"You saw it??" she asked into the telephone, bewildered. "But he promised he wouldn't!" Now Pete was concerned.
"What's going on? he whispered.
"It's the manager!" She responded with a scared whisper.
"Shit."
Michelle was still listening intently. "But I can't!" she said. "Who will see me?"
Then after a second, she said in a defeated tone, "OK." Then she hung up the phone.
She sat up straight in the bed. "The hotel worker last night told the manager, and he showed him the video from the lobby."
"The little fucker! He said he wouldn't!" Pete said. "Now what?"
"The manager told me to come down right now to his office, or he will press charges for public indecency."
"I'll go with you," Pete said. "I participated in it, and didn't put a stop to it when I should have."
"No," she said. "He told me to come down for my punishment. I don't think it will sit well for you to be with me."
"How? Maybe he'll go easy on you, or realize it was just a couple having fun and let it go."
"Because he told me to walk down to the lobby wearing the same outfit."
"How does that change things?"
She got a look on her face that Pete knew, a look he had seen last night. She was embarrassed to admit what she was feeling.
"Come on, spill it out."
"I don't want him to take it easy on me."
"But you were just acting like it was the end of the world!"
"I know I was, but that was when I was worried about him sending it to people I know or pressing charges. But instead, he said that I was to come down for punishment."
"Michelle, he still might press charges."
"I know, but I might be able to get out of it if I go by myself, and handle it my way."
"Your way? Is that the same way as last night?"
"Yes," she said, head lowered.
"So you want him to punish you? And not take it easy on you?"
There was that look again. Sheepish, guilty, aroused, all together. "Yes."
"Well, I guess we've answered Jim's doubts about how you'll feel when you sleep on what you've done."
"I guess we have," she said. "Feel my pussy."
"Still flowing like a fountain," he said.
While Pete was coming to grips with the implications, she got up, put her shoes on, and started toward the door.
"Um, Michele? Didn't you forget something?"
"What?" she asked.
"Your dress!"
"No, he told me I was to come down wearing exactly what I was wearing last night."
"He wants you to walk down there naked? I thought he wanted you to have a dress on, like last nigh. What if there are families in the hallways? What if someone sees you and thinks your fair game?"
"As for families, I think we're OK. This hotel is mostly booked for that convention. We must have just gotten one of the leftover rooms. As for being fair game...I kind of am for this weekend, right?"
Pete rolled his eyes. "Michelle, you are not invincible. What if one of these guys, or one of the people in these scenarios the guys have planned out are bad actors? This could get dangerous!"
"Pete, the risk is part of the fun for me. It's intoxicating. You and I know it won't be forever, and we'll stop and assess when this weekend is over. But just let me go with it this weekend."
She paused, and caressing his dick, which was still under the covers, she sat down next to him. "I know you are inclined to be my protector. That's one of the things I love about you. That's what makes you a great husband. But I need you to peal it back a couple of notches this weekend.
I don't' want to end up a gangster's whore, or a biker's bitch, so protect me from that. I don't want to end up in jail if I can avoid it, so help me with that. But I want to experience the risk of being slutty for this weekend. And I want you to help me, along with my masters. I want you to be my master, not my husband, for the next 3 days. Can you do that?"
By the time she was finished with her speech, She had caressed Pete's cock into a nice-hard on, he knew she had him, so he nodded.
"Now," she said. "I've got to get down to the manager's office." And then nodding and smiling toward his erection, she added. "I'll take care of the man downstairs when I get back, I promise."
And with that she was out the door.
Pete's head was spinning from the different thoughts in his head. The first thought was that just days ago, they had been at the point of divorce because of Michelle's prudish behavior. And here she was this morning, walking completely naked out the door of their hotel room, having been completely humiliated and degraded last night. Hardly prudish behavior. And there was more to come over the weekend. He knew that she was thanking him for forcing her to come out of her shell, but he was worried she was in over her head, and that it would come back to bite both of them, in ways he had not yet imagined.
The second thought was he was angry and shocked that some of the things she did last night were beneath her, and she had done them with someone other than him. She licked a fat stranger's dirty ass! She had paraded naked in the lobby of a hotel! She had promised her body to four complete strangers! These were not things that a woman of her stature did, and they especially didn't do them until they had gradually built up to doing crazy stuff.
Yes, she had explained the origin of this fantasy, and it loosely made sense that she had had these thoughts, but to jump in head first to such a dangerous fantasy still didn't add up. He knew he needed to follow up on this.
In his mind, these were things that people with less resources did when they were bored, or when they wanted to be noticed because there wasn't a lot in their lives to be noticed about, or when they didn't have any self-esteem. Michelle was an active accountant in a decent sized firm. She was an active mom. She was active in church, and had friends from each of these realms. She was not bored or suffering from lack of self-esteem. But last night she had been, for the most part, completely compliant with what these men had told her to do, like a street whore in need of their next hit.
His third thought, though, was that he had to admit that many of the things she had done were scenarios that he had jacked-off too when he was watching porn. And he also had to admit that one of his techniques was to put his wife's face in place of the woman he was watching on the screen. So in his fantasies, it was his wife at the adult theater. It was his wife walking naked down the street. It was his wife being tied up and spanked. So why was it beneath her when the things he had fantasized about were coming to reality? Isn't this what he secretly wanted?
And then there was the religious part of him. While he had seen more porn than he cared to admit, he was also the child of two great parents. And one of the things he had been taught growing up was that a man had to protect his wife's honor, that their relationship was sacred, and should be treated as such. So in a way, he was angry at himself for not stepping in and putting a stop to things, to do the honorable thing, even when she didn't want him to. He rationalized that the intensity of the fantasy she had laid out was so shocking, he had spent most of the previous night just reacting to events as they happened.
At the same time, he also knew that he too had also been more turned on than ever before in his life last night. The guys had not made him feel "lesser" than them. They had not made
him
into a "cuckold," they had made
her
into a "hotwife." And while he had been shocked that she had agreed to continue after hearing all that they had planned, he was actually excited to see them happen, even though he was nervous about getting "caught" before he or she were ready to be caught.
He got up from the bed and walked over to take a shower. In the bathroom, he gave himself a once over in the mirror. Pete was a good-looking man. He was in his early 40's. He had been a real looker in his 20's, and still had the looks, although there were more wrinkles at the edges of his eyes than when younger. He had thick brown hair that was just starting to go salt and pepper on him, but was as thick a ever. He was athletic all the way through high school, lettering baseball and basketball. He had even played a couple of years of college baseball.
He was tall, reaching up to 6 feet, 2 inches. His athletic build had stayed with him, even now. What had changed was that he had added about 20 pounds onto his frame, which had centered on his belly. In the last couple of months, he had hired a trainer to help him lose the spare tire, and the work was starting to pay off.
He had a successful career as the manager of a team at an engineering firm that specialized in commercial buildings. He was proud of the life he had built, and all that he and Michelle had worked to create in their family. They had a nice house, nice cares that were paid for, children that had earned scholarships for their education, and they had plenty of money in the bank. There wasn't much to complain about.
Except sex. He had a very high sex drive, and Michelle had seemed to have none. But since last night, there was a significant part of himself that regretted giving her the ultimatum that he had given her. But he couldn't undo it now. He just hoped that he had not ruined their lives. All he could do was wait for her to get back from the manager's office.
His thoughts were interrupted by a text on his phone. It was from Jim. "Have Michelle at The Bikini Bin on East Avenue at 1pm, if she's still in."
