I have to admit to a stomach full of knots as I stepped off the elevator glancing up and down the hall to see which way Suite 315 was.
This wasn't to be any kind of normal night and I was really second guessing why I had agreed to the invitation. It sounded pretty cool up until that moment, but I can honestly say I found myself nervous as hell as I wandered down the hall towards the door that would open up to a night I never believed I'd experience anything like.
The back-story on how I came to be in this opulent hotel started close to a month ago. I work out at a local fitness center twice a week on Monday and Thursday nights. I'm regular like clockwork on those nights and have gotten to know many of the regulars.
One of the regulars is a guy named Chris who I've hung out with a few times at the local sports bar after a Thursday workout. He comes in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and sometime his wife Jennifer joins him. Like me they're both in their late 30s and take pride in keeping in good shape.
So it was on a Thursday night a month ago that Chris suggested we catch part of the Hawks game and throw down a couple of beers. Sounded good to me so we hit the local sports bar down the street.
In typical Hawks fashion they were getting blown out by the Heat, so the game wasn't that interesting.
What was interesting was that Chris seemed a little on edge. He's usually a pretty confident guy who's on the road to becoming a VP at a software development firm.
But after a few beers, he decided to drop the bomb.
"Brian, I've got something to ask you and I'm not exactly sure how to go about it."
That was a loaded statement if ever I've heard one.
"What is it?" I replied guardedly.
"Well... Look, um, can I ask you to keep this private? Seriously, I don't want this getting round. It has to, uh... It has to do with Jennifer."
Figuring I was about to get a typical domestic problem conversation, I sat back and told him that I would keep anything he said absolutely between the two of us.
"Thanks," Chris said. And then after taking a big swig off his beer, "I want to help Jennifer live out one of her fantasies. She's always dreamed about having a group of men..."
I was dead silent...
"I'm not exactly sure how to pull it off, but I'm trying to invite a few of the guys we know from the gym. Jen's met you and she thinks you're pretty hot. I know this is weird, but I was wondering if you'd be into taking part in her fantasy...?"
A month later I'm standing in front of a door marked 315 having no idea what to expect. I've never even had a threesome, much less taken part in a gangbang. But I've always been curious about orgies, and figured this was as close as I might get. Plus, Jennifer is one of those smoldering looking raven-haired Jersey girls with wide cat like eyes and slightly pouty lips. I'd seen her in gym clothes a couple of times and knew I'd love to fuck her.
Ultimately my curiosity, and the blatant hard on in my pants, won out over nerves and I knocked on the door.
Chris answered the door pretty quick, shook my hand, patted me on the shoulder and walked me into the room.
"I'm really glad you showed up. Thanks for coming. Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure..."
Chris and Jennifer definitely weren't skimping on this fantasy. The suite was one of those high-end jobs. At the front of the room was a small dining area featuring a circular table with some chairs. On the right, separating the room, was a small bar, and beyond that was a very nice sitting area with a couple of opposing couches and an armchair facing a big entertainment center. The room was lit very provocatively with just a few table lamps and the over all feel was pretty dark with pools of light illuminating the key areas.
Off to the left was a door, obviously leading to the bedroom, behind which I could clearly hear the sound of a blow dryer.
There were 4 guys already sitting on the two couches. In a rather surreal way I walked over and greeted them all as they stood up to shake my hand. I knew one of them, Greg, from the gym. He worked out on the same days I did. Another of the guys, Jesse, I'd seen around the gym but had never spoken to. The other two, John and Cliff, I'd never met before.
So there I was shaking hands and having polite topical conversation with 4 guys who were fixing to bang senseless the guy's wife who's now bringing me a Dewars on the rocks. Definitely not the ordinary Saturday night in my neighborhood!
As we rearranged ourselves in the living room, I gathered that I was the last to arrive. The tension in the air was unbelievably thick as we managed to talk about sports and other bullshit, waiting to see what was going to happen.
About 15 minutes later the sound of the blow-dryer stopped, and instantly the conversation paused. After what seemed like minutes of silence Chris finally stepped into it.
"Okay, here's the deal. Jen's always wanted to give herself to a group of guys. She wants the experience of being the center of attention, and wants the fuck of her life."
I could tell he was tense about the whole situation, but to his credit he was doing his best to make sure she got what she wanted. He'd asked me point blank in the bar about STDs and testing, so I knew he was covering her bases.
"The only ground rules are to make sure she gets your best. She's okay with anal, but it needs to be started gently. Other than that she's completely yours for as long as she's able to go. I'll probably join in later, but to start off I want to sit back and watch it happen for her."
With that Chris walked over to the bedroom door, peeked inside for a moment, nodded, turned around and said, "Gentlemen... enjoy!"
"Hi guys," Jennifer said, as she swept into the room.
With her came a rush of cocoanut scent from whatever shampoo or body lotion she'd just applied. She was wearing a short black silk robe tied at the waist, which featured her lusciously toned legs from mid thigh down. She was barefoot and had her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Clearly she had organized herself for business!
From what I'd seen of her at the gym, Jennifer was around 5 and a half feet tall, with a tight almost dancer like body. She had small tits that had nice shape and the best word to describe her frame was taut.
"Welcome to my party!" she giggled, as she breezed her way in front of us. I could sense that she was a little unsure of herself, but her enthusiasm was evident by the way her hard nipples were poking through her robe. This was her fantasy and she clearly intended to live it, no matter what...!
I got the distinct impression that a waiter had just brought out the house specialty and laid it on the table in front of us. Here was this gorgeous women dressed for sex standing in front of us waiting for a completely unbridled pounding. It was all I could do not to cum in my pants at the pure raw sexuality of what was about to happen.
"I'm Jen," she said, as she walked around and started by giving each of us a nice introductory kiss while telling each guy how excited she was that we were about to share her fantasy. When she got to me she grabbed me by the waist pulling herself into me and slipped her tongue into my waiting mouth. It was just a moment, but I could taste a hint of strawberries on her tongue. No doubt she could feel the bulge in my pants pressing into her stomach.
"Looks like everyone needs another drink before we start," Jen said after finishing her tour of greetings. "Chris, make sure you fix me a big one, I'm going to need it..." She flashed the group a seductive smile.
While Chris worked at making a round of drinks, Jen chatted with us casually about how she had noticed each of us in the gym, and how nice each of us had worked on our physiques. I barely heard what she said because all I could think about was what this cat like woman would look like while she was gang fucked by a random collection of gym rats. I was dying to know what was underneath that thin film of silky black clothing.
I wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
Chris ushered in a fresh round of drinks on a tray. Jen took what looked like a giant margarita off the tray while the rest of us grabbed our glasses of scotch.
"To a night of adventure," Jen said as she raised her glass to the group.
"Cheers!"
Jen took a long drink from her glass. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back as she slowly let the drink roll down the back of her throat. She took a long time enjoying the moment.
And then she put her drink down, stepped back and began untying her robe. She did it slowly, letting the moment sink into the group. Every eye in the room was devouring her as she eased the belt off. The robe slid open revealing a soft line of skin from the nape of her neck down to the shaved vee between her legs. Her feet were close together so there was no hint at what lay beyond that hairless vee, but I couldn't wait to find out. I was absolutely rock hard.
Jen ran her hands down the sides of her body, moving them to cover her moist center. Gradually she ran her hands back up her body as she tantalizingly slipped the fabric off her shoulders, finally letting the robe drop behind her and puddle on the floor. She stood there with her arms covering her chest, looking around the room making eye contact with each one of us. Then she let her arms fall to her sides, standing completely nude in front of us.
At the tips of her small firm breasts her nipples stood out pointy and hard, dark and compact. Her stomach was nicely flat, and you could see she was breathing hard the way her chest would rise and fall. She had a small piercing through her belly button, but other than that it was all smooth tanned skin with no tan lines at all.
