The Red Button

It was the Grand Prix Club away weekend coming up, and I was looking forward to it as usual. By my reckoning this was the twenty-fifth anniversary of the first one in one form or another, and it now provided a great opportunity to catch up with some old friends. It had all started twenty-five plus years ago, three of us sharing a bank of desks in an office, all with an interest in Formula One motor racing. Someone had suggested a sweepstake on each race and the Club was born. All you had to do was pick first, second and third in each race, pay up £1 per race and we were off!

It wasn't as easy to win as that though, and at the end of the season there had been no winners and we had a few pounds in the kitty. Not a huge sum but enough for the three of us to go out for a few beers at Christmas and have something to eat. The problem was that the wives got to hear about it and decided that they would like to come the next year.

The next problem was that someone won the kitty mid-season, and we all had to put our hands in our pockets to fund the dinner that year. It had caused a rewriting of the rules to make it more difficult to win, and basically we all accepted that in the remote event that someone did win they would contribute their ill-gotten gains to fund the year end extravaganza.

The rules had been revised several times since to stop it becoming boring, we had found ourselves picking the same drivers week in week out, and so we put a stop to that and we continued to modify the rules to make it so that you needed a supercomputer to validate our selections.

Initially the gatherings were Sunday lunches, all of us had children of roughly the same ages who required babysitters arranging, but as they got older it became easier, and then someone had the bright idea of making a night of it in a hotel somewhere. The £1 per race had long before been put up and changed to a £5 per month standing order payment, then to £10 per month, but now it was increased to £20 per month.

This meant we could have dinner, bed and breakfast at a nice hotel, with all drinks and wine paid for out of the kitty and it had become a regular thing which we all looked forward to. The boys talked motor racing, football and bollocks, and the wives talked kids, grandkids and weddings and we all had a good time.

I was the treasurer, Pete was the selection monitor and kept all the stats, we actually had a trophy for the most successful of us over the season and Tim, the third member was the social secretary who arranged the get together.

The kitty had now grown to well over a thousand pounds and we were getting towards having to return some capital to the shareholders, either that or have a real blow out one year.

A word on the wives, I was married to Deb, fairly petite but with big boobs, always well dressed and outwardly prim and proper, but when aroused she could be a little firecracker in bed, and elsewhere too when the fancy took her.

Tim was married to Anne, blond and glamorous with the most gorgeous backside and like Deb, big tits. She always flirted suggestively with the other two of us, and I suspected she could be a handful.

Pete's wife was Marie, rake thin with no tits to speak of. She'd suffered from eating disorders in the past, but now seemed past those and she could be great fun after a few drinks.

All in all I was looking forward to meeting up with them again, the gathering had been delayed as Pete had been diagnosed with prostate cancer and had been undergoing treatment for that, but had now been given the all clear and like us, was raring to get his life back on track again.

So Deb and I were in the car heading for the Cotswolds one Saturday lunchtime, following the Satnav's directions.

"What's the name of this hotel again?" she asked.

"The Red Button."

"That's a bloody strange name, what's behind it?"

"Haven't got a clue. The website says it is a boutique venue with only 12 bedrooms and is aimed at discerning and perceptive guests... Apparently Tim and Anne have been there a couple of times and say the food and service are really good. It's difficult to book and basically you have to be a past guest or recommended by one."

"Sounds like they are a bit up themselves." was Deb's comment.

The traffic wasn't bad and it didn't take too long to get there, and when we pulled in in the car park we saw that Pete's red Porsche was already there, but no sign of Tim's more mundane Jag. We parked and grabbed our overnight bags from the boot and made our way to Reception to find Pete and Marie just checking in. We greeted each other with hugs, kisses and man-hugs and completed the formalities.

"What's with the weird name?" asked Marie quietly.

"Dunno," I replied laconically, "we were discussing it on the way up."

"Have you noticed the Receptionist has one very prominent red button on her suit jacket?" We looked and sure enough she did. At that moment Tim and Anne strode in and the hugs and kisses were repeated. I got an especially tight hug from Anne which I thoroughly enjoyed, together with a half dirty look from Deb.

"You've been here before, what with the name?" pressed Marie.

"There is a reason, but half the fun is you finding out for yourself," replied Tim mysteriously. "How about we dump our bags in the rooms and meet up in half an hour in the bar and start to deplete that kitty a bit?" That met with unanimous approval and we split up to find our rooms. We were in the same corridor as Tim and Anne, but a bit further down.

The room was nothing special, sure it was tastefully decorated and a reasonable size, but it was dominated by two objects, one a really big bed and the second a really big TV fixed on the opposite wall. We poked around a bit and Deb noticed that instead of the usual pictures on the wall, each one was of a red button of some sort, there was a starter button, a nuclear missile red button and several other unidentifiable ones. It seemed to be taking the idea a bit too far, but we didn't really care too much.

We freshened up in the modern, brightly lit bathroom and made our way down to the bar. "Look," said Deb, "more bloody red button pictures." Sure enough the walls had several and as I looked at the barman I saw that he too had one red button on his waistcoat. The girls cracked open a bottle of Prosecco and in the absence of any decent real ales, the three of us opted for Italian lagers, all prohibitively expensive, but courtesy of our monthly payments, somehow we regarded them as free!

As usual we split into boys and girls and we were soon discussing the successes and failures of our respective football teams, whilst the girls dug out phones and started showing pictures of weddings and grandchildren. A second bottle of Prosecco followed and we continued on the lagers until someone noted the time and suggested we ought to be getting ready for dinner.

We split up and Deb and I walked back with Tim and Anne, I was surprised when Anne grabbed my arm and Tim grabbed Deb's as we set off. We parted at their door, as Anne leaned into me and whispered, "Remember, the Red Button!" More than a little mystified, I assured her I would and we went on to our room.

It was getting a bit gloomy and I pulled the curtains and switched on the lights, surprised at their brightness and the fact that the bed stood out as though spot lit. Strange, but we weren't going to sleep with the lights on, and I could find Deb's pussy without any illumination if necessary, so I didn't worry.

"Do you mind if I shower first?" Of course I didn't, that was the way we always did it, and anyway I wanted to catch up with the afternoon's sport that I'd missed. I kicked my shoes off and plonked myself on the bed, propping my back up against the headboard, then picked up the remote control and pressed the power button. Up came the picture and I searched for a channel that would give me what I wanted. Idly I pressed the buttons, then glanced down at the fairly standard remote.

Volume, channel, navigation then four buttons, blue, yellow, green and red. Red? 'Remember the Red Button.' Anne's words echoed round my head and I pressed it. As expected the screen went black and in the top right hand corner was a flashing red button and the word 'Loading'.

It flashed a couple of times then the screen split into smaller screens in rows and columns, four across and three down. Some were blank and some were brighter and I could see people and movement in them. I clicked on one at random, it filled the whole screen and my stomach lurched as all I could see was a room similar to ours, and in the middle of the bed was a man and a red-headed woman. Both were naked and the man was behind the woman pumping a very erect cock into her. She was sideways on and I could see her breasts swinging beneath her, but her face was fixed on looking right at me.

My initial thought was that I had stumbled onto a porn channel, but the background, complete with pictures of red buttons convinced me that it was filmed in this very hotel.

I looked round to see that the bathroom door was shut and I could hear the shower running. Hurriedly I undid my trousers and rummaged inside, pulling out my rapidly stiffening cock and started to stroke it as I watched the screen. Fucking hell! What had I stumbled onto? Rapidly I flicked through some more screens, some portrayed empty rooms, no lights were on but it was just possible to discern that they were all like ours, then a brighter one and there was Pete, sitting in a chair reading.

He didn't seem to be looking at the screen as the woman had been, and was just sitting normally. I saw a glare of light as the bathroom door opened and out walked Marie. She was wrapped in a bath towel and my breath caught in my throat as she dropped it and stood naked before him. I could see her whole body, as I already knew she had virtually no tits at all, but her nipples must have been an inch long and really thick. Between her legs she was completely bald and her slit was clearly visible.

My hand was rubbing my cock furiously as she moved just out of sight, then I could make her out putting on a pair of panties and pulling a chemise over her head. My heart was thudding in my chest as I realised the show was over and flicked through a couple more, seeing nothing of any interest until I returned to the first couple I had seen. She was now sitting astride her man, facing the camera rolling her hips to drive his cock in and out of her pussy. As I started to watch again she waved and stupidly I waved back, knowing she couldn't see me still rubbing myself. Her breasts looked really attractive, medium sized with round, brown nipples at the tips and they rolled appealingly on her chest as her body undulated.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes and you find a porn channel." came a voice from beside me. There was Deb, wrapped in a towel half watching me, half the screen.

"No, it's not porn, it seems to be either a recording from this hotel or a live stream." Deb settled herself down beside me and I could see her hand slip into the fold of the towel between her legs and start to move and I knew she was playing with herself. I reached own and opened up the towel, exposing her pussy and the woman on screen gave a thumbs up. Christ! She had to be able to see us, and that meant that the TV had to have a camera in it. I could see a small green light in the corner and guessed that meant it was working.

The action on screen changed, they resumed the doggy position, but facing away and I could see her whole pussy and his cock driving into her.

Deb moaned beside me and I looked over to see she had undone the whole towel and was now cupping her breast with one hand, tugging on her nipple whilst the hand between her legs was rubbing quite vigorously at her pussy. I saw two fingers push inside her in a masturbation technique that I knew was one of her favourites. Suddenly the man arched his back and pulled his cock out as he rubbed it furiously, then he was cumming, spraying spunk all over her back and arse.

She turned round and rolled off the bed, then waved her hand as she approached the camera, coming right up close before the screen went black.

"Fucking hell!" came from Deb, "What was that? I was just getting into it. Is there any more?" I was about to tell her about Marie but thought better of it and said I didn't know, but picked up the remote and started to scroll though the small screens. One showed some life and I clicked on it and up popped a picture of a man sitting on a bed masturbating, a quite impressive cock in his hand. With a shock I realised it was Tim and looked over to gauge Deb's reaction.

Her eyes were wide and fixed on the cock and the hand stroking it, while her own hand plunged rhythmically into her pussy. Watching my pal having a wank held little attraction to me, and I was about to move on when Anne appeared.

She was dressed as we'd seen her earlier in a simple shift dress, and as we watched she unzipped it at the back and stepped out of it. Her breasts looked as if they were struggling to stay confined in her bra, and her panties were stretched tight across her backside. She unsnapped her bra and let it drop, freeing her breasts which she massaged as if to get some blood flow back. They were about the same size as Deb's but whereas my wife had 'normal' sized nipples, Anne's spread right across the end of her breasts, they had to be two or three inches across.

She turned to the TV and tugged her panties down, she had a neatly trimmed bush which she ran her fingers through then she settled on the bed, much as we were. She reached over to Tim's side and planted a quick kiss on the end of his cock and picked up the remote control, pointing it at the TV.

She pressed the button several times before putting it down as I saw the light in our TV go green. Shit! Did that mean we could now see each other? I waved and saw them wave back as Anne spread her legs open to reveal her pussy. The picture quality was excellent and I could see her slit clearly, quite large protruding inner lips that she parted to show the pinkness inside as she began to run her fingers up and down, alternating that with a quick circling of her clit. This was unbelievable, sitting in our room, both us masturbating whilst watching our friends do the same in theirs. How many others were watching as well I wondered?

I saw Anne part her lips and push first one finger inside her, then another whilst her free hand toyed with her clit mirroring what Deb was doing beside me. I could see Tim was intent on watching Deb, his hand pumping up and down his cock.

A gasp from beside me and Deb was pressing hard back into the pillows, her back arching and as I watched her body began to judder as her orgasm swept through her. Anne was in much the same state, but she was still rubbing furiously at her pussy, then I saw Tim rise up beside her and turn towards her, then his cock was erupting, spraying cum over her breasts, coating them in thick white globules.

I could feel it building and building and I rubbed hard, until a small hand pushed mine away and took over. That was enough and I felt my cum shoot up through me and explode from the end of my cock as a mouth closed over the end and accepted pretty much all I could give.

This seemed to set Anne off and the signs of her climax were clear, her body twitching and her breasts jiggling as she stared goggle eyed at the screen.

A naked Tim walked over to their TV and the screen went blank. I gathered that the only way to stop others watching was to turn the TV off and I followed suit, collapsing back onto the bed and looking questioningly at Deb. There was a brightness in her eyes that I'd rarely seen before, "Wow, that was wild." she said, reaching for the remote. "What else is there?"

"We don't have time," I replied, heading for the bathroom and hopefully some privacy from the camera. I was fairly sure it was off, but I couldn't be totally certain.

I had a pee, then got in the shower and soaped myself all over, automatically my hand stroked my cock and despite my earlier orgasm I found it stiffening as my hand slid up and down the slippery shaft. Images of Anne, her legs wide apart filled my brain, interspersed with the red-headed woman and I found myself getting aroused.

Reluctantly I pulled my hand away, there really wasn't enough time, not to enjoy it properly anyway.

I returned to the bedroom where Deb was sitting at the dressing table doing her make-up. I looked at the TV and saw that it was still off. She was dressed in just bra and panties and out of habit I stood behind her and cupped her breasts, kissing her on the neck. "That's nice," she murmured slipping her hand into the folds of the towel round my waist and clasping my semi-erect cock. "Have you been playing with yourself without me?"

"Guilty as charged, but I've saved the best bit for you."

She leaned forward and slipped me between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, then released me, "But as you pointed out we don't have time."

We finished dressing and made our way back to the bar to meet the others, both of us with more than a little trepidation at facing our friends again. Tim and Anne were already there and greeted us as though nothing had happened, for which I was more than pleased. Deb however blurted out, "We found the red button."

"Yes," said Anne, "we saw. I don't think that Pete and Marie have though, so let's just keep it between us shall we?" My mind flicked to seeing Marie naked, her unique nipples and bald pussy and my cock twitched at the thought. "Did you enjoy it?" continued Anne.

"Very much," replied Deb, but further discussion was halted by the arrival of the third couple.

I couldn't help but superimpose my mind's image of Marie on the real person standing beside me and I felt my cock start to stiffen and regrettably pushed those thoughts away. Somehow it felt different with Anne, we'd shared something and I was a lot more comfortable with the images of her that were stored in the wank bank.

"How did you find this place?" asked Marie, "It's a bit strange."

"Well some good friends invited us, a year or so ago and we've been back once or twice since. It's quite appealing once you get into it and the service and food really are good." Not to mention the entertainment I thought.

We had a drink, then a red buttoned waiter came and announced our table was ready and he led us into the dining room. It was a quite small and intimate room, several tables were already occupied and I cast my eye around them.

There in the corner was the red-headed woman and she looked up as our eyes met. She raised her hand in a wave that mirrored the one she'd given me through the camera, and as she lowered he hand it transformed just for a second into the universal symbol for male masturbation and in that moment I knew she'd been watching us watch them.

We sat at a round table, Anne eased herself beside me with Marie on the other side and I noted that Tim was next to Deb. Menus came round and we chose, I was given the honour of picking the wine, white for Deb and Pete and red for the rest of us. Marie as usual said she'd probably only have one glass of white, a hangover from her troubled days.

It was a very pleasant evening, the food was every bit as good as promised and the conversation flowed with the wine. Despite my earlier best intentions I felt my cock continually stirring and had to squeeze it occasionally and settle it back to a comfortable position.

As we waited for dessert to be served I found myself talking just to Anne. "So you enjoyed it earlier did you? I must say I liked the look of your cock."

I pretty much spluttered into my wine, "Not as big as Tim's though, seemingly."

"Oh I don't know, anyway it's what you do with it that matters. I've had some great orgasms on small cocks, and they're much more comfortable up the bum."