All Wor & No Play

Rob's eyes glazed over for a second as the background noise of the bar blurred into a gentle hum, leaving him suspended momentarily in a tipsy bliss. He lingered there briefly, until the sound of a voice brought him tumbling back to reality. The man sat opposite him was talking again, although Rob couldn't focus enough to parse the exact words - just recognise the general boisterous tone. The man, Ben, was a coworker of his, a man who he had the (dis)pleasure of spending a good chunk of the working week around, and had now spent the majority of his Friday night around too. Bumping into him was always going to be an inevitability on a work retreat at a relatively small hotel, but he hadn't expected to be sat on a dinner table with him. After that, Ben had been impossible to shake - and it shouldn't really have been hard to figure out why.

Sat to Rob's right was his fiancee, Kate. She'd dressed up for the night, and it showed. At a petite 5'4 she wasn't an imposing figure, but when she was fully made up, black hair framing her face, a little cleavage hinted at by the low cut of her dress - well, she was certainly an eye-catcher.

Rob turned his head slowly to look at her. She was laughing at whatever Ben was talking about, as she had been all night. The prick really fancied himself as a bit of a ladies' man...but to be fair, seemed like he wasn't too wrong. Rob looked back over to his left, out across the bar, which was occupied with the occasional group of colleagues whose names he didn't really know, and other random hotel guests. Tucked away on a booth at the edge of the room, Rob felt like a bit of an outsider looking in at the scene, much as he felt like an outsider to the conversation at the table.

"Rob, what do you think?" The sound of Kate's voice pulled him back in, although he didn't know what she was talking about. How long had he been spaced out? Both she and Ben were looking at him expectantly. Maybe they were thinking of calling it a night.

"Hm? Sure." He replied. It seemed to be the answer they were expecting, although he didn't like the way Ben smiled. It was like a shark swimming in to feed. "Good man." Ben said, as he got to his feet. Kate shuffled out from the booth and did the same, with Rob soon following suit. The trio headed towards the elevators, and although the conversation continued, Rob lost the thread again. The allure of a comfortable hotel bed was too strong, and all he could think about was bedding down for the night and sleeping off this whiskey. He leaned back against the side of the elevator, thankful for a little rest, and looked over at the other two as they ascended the floors. At 6'2, Ben pretty much towered over Kate, and his muscular build against her petite frame made her look comparatively smaller. Did he shrink his shirts in the wash, or did they just come that tight? Whatever, they'd be rid of him soon.

The elevator doors opened and the trio exited, making their way through the corridors of the 11th floor as a collective. Each step drew them closer to the bedroom, closer to sleep, closer to getting rid of the third wheel... Rob fumbled with his wallet to pull out the keycard, but by the time he looked up again he found himself...alone in the corridor? Not a good sign. He lurched into the room, letting the door swing closed behind him, and found Kate and Ben still talking, helping themselves to the minibar.

Rob surveyed the scene with a little confusion, until his brain caught up. He recalled the waiter taking last orders, and the suggestion to have a couple more back in their room. God, he did not have the energy for this. He teetered over to a chair as Kate set about pouring them all some wine. He was nodding off gazing out over the skyline when Kate put a glass in his hand, then took a seat on the sofa next to him, that separated the little mock living room from the bed. Ben took the chair opposite Rob, although not before taking the time to walk around behind the sofa, and using the oppotunity to peer down the top of her dress. Rob clocked it, but wasn't feeling confrontational enough to do anything about it.

His focus drifted in and out of the conversation again as it had been doing at the bar. He didn't have a grasp on the time but he'd counted at least a couple more refills of drinks - although he'd hardly touched his first glass. He was barely even awake enough to keep it upright on the arm of the chair, but concentrating on not checking out tomorrow with a giant wine stain on the carpet was enough to keep him one step away from sleep.

Ben had pulled his chair closer to the sofa, and there was no pretense now - it was obviously just a conversation between the two of them. Neither one was even looking in Rob's direction any more. Ben was leaning forwards...did he have a hand on her leg?! Rob bolted upright, suddenly feeling a lot more alert. He nearly sent the wine glass tumbling, but managed to catch it in time. Kate turned quickly at the commotion, and Ben glanced over. The other man's hands were both in his lap now. Had he imagined it?

"Everything alright, babe?" Kate asked. To the side of her he could see Ben's Cheshire Cat grin, which made it hard to form a proper response.

"I...err..." Rob tried to fumble some words out, and it took a little while. "I'm fine, just dozed off for a second. Pretty tired..."

"Aaw, that's okay. Why don't you get some sleep? We won't be much longer."

Rob pasued for a moment. He would rather that Ben just left already, but he'd still be in the room at least...and he was pretty exhausted. Eventually he nodded.

"Sure, yeah, okay. Don't stay up too late. I'll see you in the morning." He stood up, then bent over to give Kate a kiss goodnight. He gave Ben a nod, who replied with "Sweet dreams, bud." Sarcastic prick. It didn't matter. All that mattered now was getting some sleep. Rob climbed onto the bed, and started to drift off.

What a run of shit luck. A night away in a hotel should have meant a night of fun in the bedroom with Kate, a night of enjoying her new lingerie, not a night of putting up with Ben's bullshit. He could hear them talking softly in the background as he quickly lost consciousness, hushed whispers and giggles as he plunged into a much-needed slumber.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Ben was going to invade more than just his evening that night. Rob stirred to the wet sound of lips locking together behind him, and rolled over. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw Ben still sat on the chair...but Kate was straddling him now, her head bobbing slightly as the pair shared a hungry kiss. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, revealing the thong of that new black lingerie he'd bought for her. Ben's hands were on her ass, kneading it lazily as she kissed him. Her hands ran over the back of his neck, then down to his chest. She started to unbutton his shirt, pushing it apart to reveal his chest. He briefly abated from groping her, resting his arms by his sides to let her push the shirt off his shoulders. Rob knew the man was in good shape, but he was still blown away by Ben's physique. The defined curves of his pecs and arms, the way his shoulders rippled as he moved...Kate must have been impressed too, because her hands were running across his chest as she kissed him with a renewed intensity.

"Your body is amazing...." Kate whispered. Ben raised his eyebrows and smirked, as if to say 'I know', then tugged on the front of her dress to pull her back into the kiss. Rob heard Kate's dress unzip, then a moment later Ben was pulling it up off of her, revealing her toned stomach, the expensive black bra that matched the thong and made her perky chest even more tantalising. He tossed the dress aside and sat back for a moment, looking her up and down. "Gorgeous. Did you dress up just for me?" He said with a cocked grin. She laughed quietly, and he joined in for a second, before burying his head in her cleavage. She cradled his head, watching as he kissed her skin, looking up at her all the while. A second later there was a slight pop as Ben undid the clasp of Kate's bra. He tossed it aside, and she suppressed a gasp as she felt his lips around one of her nipples, sucking on it. She held his head tight against her as she started to grind her hips against him, consciously or otherwise, and a silent moan escaped her lips as her gaze drifted up to the ceiling. Her hair cascaded down her toned back, swinging gently with the slight rocking of her hips.

A second later she squealed a little as Ben stood up, lifted her into the air and spun in place, before setting her back down where he had been sat. They both looked over at Rob, who closed his eyes reflexively, pretending to be sound asleep. He wasn't certain that he'd done it in time, but the cover seemed to have worked, as when he opened his eyes again Kate's scultped thighs were on Ben's shoulders, and she was squeezing her breasts as he pressed his mouth against her crotch. She couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan as his tongue lapped against her, although this time neither of them looked over to check that the sound hadn't disturbed Rob.

Her back arched as she tried to push herself closer against Ben's face, and her head draped over the back of the chair, her hair swinging gently as she started to rock her hips. She was grinding against him, inviting him to explore her more thoroughly, to really please her, and he was gladly accepting. Soon she let go of her breasts and put her hands instead on his head, pulling herself even tighter against him. His hands were on her hips, keeping her relatively in place even as she was bucking against him. She was looking down at him now, with a focused stare. The look was familiar to Rob (even though the intensity of it wasn't) - she was getting close. Her breathing was getting more ragged, and every now and then a slight involuntary moan escaped on the exhale. Her movements were getting wilder, sharper, more desperate, and she was squeezing him even tighter against her. Rob could see it, and presumably Ben could see it too - she was on the cusp of orgasm, working eagerly to put herself over the edge, when...

Ben stopped. He pulled free of her grip, and put his hands on the sides of the chair. He leaned over her and kissed her, his bodyweight pushing her deeper into the chair, squeezing her breasts against his defined chest. Rob had the perfect side view to of the kiss. He could see how hungry she was for it, how eagerly she wanted to taste the tongue that had just been inside her. Her hands brushed over his head, his neck, his shoulders, unable to settle anywhere in particular. Having been denied her orgasm at the last moment she was now bubbling with energy, her body desperate to convince him to finish the job.

Rob could see her hands running down Ben's torso now, over his abs and down the taper to his groin. She started to undo his belt, and even as they kissed Rob could see the smirk playing over his face. Her urgency was clear in the way that she clawed at the front of his trousers - and he loved being the cause of it. Rob felt his heart leap a little higher in his throat as he contemplated what he was about to see. A part of him had always been curious - after all, a guy like Ben just had to be compensating for something, Rob was sure of it. But he was getting less and less sure by the second...

There was a break in the action as Ben pulled away again, his belt and fly open. He took a few steps backwards, and sat down on the chair. Rob could now mostly see just his head and upper torso, the rest of him being blocked from view by the sofa that broke up the room. Rob saw Ben move a little, heard the quiet clicking of a belt buckle flopping around, then the soft thump of trousers being cast aside. Then he sat back with his hands being his head, looking at Kate expectantly.

Rob looked back over at her. She was grinning at Ben playfully, rubbing herself with two fingers. Slowly she slid off the chair and down onto all fours, crawling towards him. Gradually she disappeared behind the sofa, her heels being the last thing to slip from Rob's view.

A moment later there was some mumbling that Rob couldn't quite decipher, and not long after, Kate gasped. The sound was soon followed by a little giggle, and as Ben's smirk widened, Rob could guess what had happened. Maybe it was better not to see it...or was it worse? Rob turned the question over in his mind, desperately trying to ignore the part of himself that seemed to want to see. He was so fixated that it took him more than a while to realise that the whispers had stopped...and in their place, a soft glottal noise was now drifting across the room. Rob could only picture it in his head, how she would be looking up at the other man, eager to please but inexperienced with his size. Bobbing her head as more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth, leaving it slick with spit when she pulled away. Stroking it along the length as she took a break to catch her breath. Ben catching sight of the disbelief in her eyes before she went in for another go. Rob didn't realise it, but under the covers, he was squeezing himself.

Ben's hands unlaced from behind his head and moved down to his lap. Rob heard the gagging noises intensify as Ben moved his arm, and occasionally his fist would pop into view, with a little tuft of black hair poking out the top of it. He was smirking down at her, watching intently as the little tuft bobbed up and down in fluid motion. Occasionally it would disappear for a while, and not long after Rob would hear a little gag, a splutter, then heavy breathing as he pulled her back up and let her catch her breath. He was pushing her limits without ever pushing too hard, a delicate balance that, judging by the smirk, was really paying off for him. It was hard to say how long this went on for, the motion was almost hypnotic to follow. Eventually the pattern was broken as Ben's hand moved down, and stayed down...and stayed down...and stayed down. Rob could hear him whispering encouragement down to Kate, who was clearly being tested to the absolute limits of her abilties. That much was obvious, because he could also hear her, her gagging and spluttering building in volume, but always muted by the cock that was filling her throat.

After what felt like an eternity, Ben relented. His arms dropped to his sides, and he grinned down at Kate. The top of her head had now popped into view, rising and falling slightly in time with her heavy breathing. Rob couldn't really see her face, but she was looking up at Ben, clearly eager for some kind of approval. It was only somewhat forthecoming. "Not bad." Ben said, with a little nod. It wasn't quite 'try harder', but it probably was 'I've had better'. It made Rob fume - although he wasn't sure if he was angry at what Ben was doing, angry at his casual dismissal of Kate's best efforts, or just plain jealous.

"You got some condoms?" Ben asked, and Kate nodded. She started to stand up, and Rob suddenly realised that he'd been lifting his head slightly to get a better view. He lay back down quickly, with what he hoped was an inaudible thump, and mostly closed his eyes. He watched with blurry half-lidded vision as Kate came over to the bed, next to where he was laying, to rifle through her bag. She seemed to be doing her best to avoid looking at him. This close, Rob could smell the potency of her arousal, and occasionally she'd shuffle and the light would catch a glimmer of wetness on her inner thighs. Over her, Rob could see Ben watching, his upper arm swaying gently as he lazily stroked himself to the view of her naked body.

It wasn't long before she dug the sheet of condoms out of her bag. They'd planned for a big night, but Rob was now sorely regretting hassling her to bring more. She moved back around the sofa, already fumbling to open the first one. Ben was clearly amused and enthused by her eagerness. He nodded down at his crotch, clearly making no effort to offer to do this himself. "Go ahead".

Rob could see Kate's hands shaking as she finally got into the packet. The excitement, the arousal, the shame, the fear of being caught, clearly it was all pumping through her body. If there was ever a time for second thoughts it was now, while there was a lull in the action before the true point of no return. But Ben had something for that. He stood up, put a hand under Kate's jaw and pulled her into a kiss. Her legs shook for a moment, and she damn near fell into his arms, but she managed to stay upright. She'd managed to position herself between Ben and the bed, so Rob could only see the upper edges of his musculature spilling into his view. The rest was blocked by her smooth, naked body, her hourglass figure, the perfect peach of her buttocks atop her toned legs. It was quite a view. Rob caught sight of her arms moving and realised what was happening now...she was stroking the condom down his length. The kiss broke abruptly, and Ben looked straight into Kate's eyes. He asked only one simple question. "Are you ready?"

There was a pause. A long pause. Everything felt still, Kate, Ben, even Rob, holding his breath, unable to do anything but watch. He could only imagine the thoughts that would be running through her head right now. The temptation, the sensations, the hedonistic urges battling against better judgement. She didn't need to speak. She didn't even make a sound. All she did was nod. Ben grinned.