My husband smiles back at me as I try to find ways to back out of this crazy arrangement.
I must have been drunk, crazy or perhaps both, for agreeing to this insane charade.
My attention is drawn again to the mirror at my side. At thirty-five I don't look all bad, I have a nice figure, large natural breasts, "they say men like them," and red hair, thanks to a little help from the hair palace on 5th and market.
I can't believe I'm contemplating a date with a businessman from Las Vegas Nevada, and such a pervert at that. I mean I don't want to question my husband's ability to weed out the creeps, but this guy sounds deranged. And again as I stand here looking at the frail getup I'm wearing I get a little excited thinking of his hands roaming over my body, him being 45 me being a bit younger and still in my prime as a married woman.
As my husband speaks, I realize he is on the outside as excited as I am on the inside.
I hear nothing he says, and respond with a smile and a nod, saying, "Let's do it."
An hour later we wait nervously in the hotel lounge. Me hoping now he shows, so not to feel the feelings of perhaps him seeing me from a corner and walking away in disgust.
Silly I know, but it's how women think, even in this situation.
A tall graying gentleman slowly walks towards us, smiling at my husband, and me and then a little nod and wave as he now veers directly our way, My husband reaches pulls out the chair prior to his arrival, then stands and shakes his hand.
As he sits he smiles and looks my way while extending his hand to meet mine. He introduces himself to me directly as Simon and sits down. We order drinks and talk on many subjects through two rounds and when the small talk gets slow, Simon in an assertive quiet voice, asks if we are ready to go. I look at my husband and wink, Our secret sign that I am ok with this man, this man my potential partner in sex or whatever he asks for the next 6 hours.
My husband reads my sign, smiles and rises first and then we all silently depart the table and exit the lounge.
The trip to his room is like a fuzzy dream. Me perhaps trying not to think at all, or perhaps in denial of the whole situation, knowing the consequences that lye there in.
Once in the room Simon talks all business. What we agreed on, the amount "a bonus really considering my husband and I were looking to try just this type of thing anyway."
Simon opens an envelope and we both change the subject. Simon smiles knowingly and it is as if he knows we are here because we want to be, and he seems pleased with that.
Closing the envelope and placing it on in my husband's hand and smiles at me and asks, "Would you like a drink." The tall man then strolls to the small in room bar and pours my husband and I a drink. I notice right away mine is the largest drink I think I have ever seen. When my drink is almost gone, he says "Rachel, please take off your clothes and let me see more of you. Rachel, you understand the agreement, correct." I answer, "Yes," and smile, feeling my face blush as I rise in front of him.
As I take off my clothes down to my lingerie, Simon asks my husband Bill if he looked at the Internet site he had sent to him a link of. Bill responds, "yes," with a smile. "And your OK with that?" My husband says, "Yes it was a turn on for me, the whole idea."
The room spins as Simon asks me to step in front of him so he can inspect his beautiful escort for the night. I move close and in no time at all his hands are pulling at my nipples and then he moves the lingerie panties off to the side as he runs his fingers around my ass cheeks and belly and inner thigh.
"Turn around please," came from his lips, now in a quiet husky tone, and I in turn comply to his wishes, spinning slowly until my ass is just inches from his face.
In moments the insignificance of the thin panties become totally clear as I feel his fingers began to explore my ass crack and cheeks. Simon then asked I spread my legs, and I do so, while staring at my husband's bulge now growing in his pants. "Oh.... my" escaped my lips as a hand now cupped my shaved sex while another slipped beneath my frail bra and began to explore my right breast. Simon rubbed away at my clit with one hand and pinches my nipples with the other as my knees began to get weak.
Simon looked at my husband and said, "you know she is all mine and I can do whatever I wish, are you both game for what we have in store." My eyes popped open a bit as I recounted the word, "we" and then looked at my husband for both support and an answer.
My husband, knowing I was surprised said, "sweetie, Simon and I have a surprise for you, or at least Simon does." "I know a little about it from the new website and you will love it."
Simon continued his work with his hands as the alcohol took effect as well. In moments I was nodding my head yes and would have agreed to about anything for relief, after all Bill was here to protect me, and what's one man verses two, when it comes to what we were about to do.
Simon stopped just short of my orgasm and walked to the one light that was on and turned it to the lowest setting and then went to the door that divides the hotel room from the next and knocked three times. Another knock came through and the door opened slowly.
As I stood in disbelief Simon opened the door just slightly and whispered to someone in the adjoining room. Simon then slowly opened the door all the way and I could see a white bed cloth had been placed hanging over the opening. He then looked at me and said, " OK Rachel, 5 hours to go, are you ready?" I was too scared to speak and nodded my head yes. Simon held his hand out and I walked towards him as my mind played out a million scenarios with what may happen. My husband Bill and I were looking for a little dominance in this little threesome game and I was totally perplexed on what would play out in the next 5 hours.
Simon guided me to the blanket covering the door and turned me around. He then asked I back into the blanket and stop. He then retrieved a chair and pillow placing the chair in front of me with the pillow over the sharp edge of the backrest and asked I bend over it.