There are the times when Maria and I play our games in sync, developing an agreed upon strategy that we follow together. Then there are those rare times when either she or I wander off on our own, trying to orchestrate an experience of sexual pleasure that the other one is unaware of, at least in the pre-plan stages.
This was one of those nights when I was working our game without her knowledge. It had started a few hours earlier when I was working on my laptop down at the patio area of our hotel. Maria was out shopping.
I fielded phone calls on my cell while I worked out some final details on a document. As fate would have it there was a guy sitting nearby who, having overheard bits and pieces of my phone calls, realized that he and I worked in the same field, perhaps were even competitors. He introduced himself as, Bruce.
We politely chatted for a moment or two; work context stuff. Then he asked if I was married.
"Yep. In fact, she is with me on this trip."
"Oh really?" he said as he quickly glanced around the patio and pool area.
"She's not here. She's out shopping. Surprise, surprise, eh?" We shared a laugh. "And how about you? Are you married?"
Bruce hung his head and said, "Wife left me for another man about a year ago."
"Oh buddy, sorry to hear that." I felt bad.
"It's alright. I am adjusting. She liked my money; problem is she liked him and his money more."
I nodded as if I understood, even though I had never worried about that angle with Maria.
"But you know how life is. You have to move on; don't let things get you down. So I am okay for the most part."
I admired his fortitude. I always had a level of respect for people who did not allow the hard knocks of life to knock them out. I smiled as I tried to offer a word of encouragement. "Hey, at least you get to enjoy the pleasures of being a free agent, right?" I winked to punctuate my point.
Bruce laughed. "Yeah, although this free agent needs some action."
"Been a while, eh?"
"Yeah, you could say that. Had a good time with a hottie about a week ago, but I need it more often than that."
I chuckled as I nodded and said, "Oh Bruce, I know what you are talking about."
He smiled and politely said, "So the wife doesn't give it to you enough eh?"
I shook my head. "Nah, actually she and I get it on pretty often. But still, I know what you mean. I need it often... A LOT."
Our conversation quickly engaged on the topic of how often we did it, how we did it, where we did it, and the games Maria and I played. Bruce was eating it up. That's when I took a calculated risk.
"So, Bruce, you ever fingered a pussy without fucking?"
He laughed at the odd question, but then realized I was serious and said, "Not since high school!" We both laughed.
Then I pivoted from the humor of the moment to the naughty edge of an idea. "You up for a chance at that tonight?"
Bruce quickly shifted from a sense of disbelief to eager willingness as I flipped through a few photos of Maria on my cellphone. "Wow. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but fuck she is hot!"
I spent the next half hour tutoring Bruce on a plan that I was sure would work. I established clear boundaries so that he knew what to expect. He was all in. We ended our meeting and shook hands as we both excitedly headed back to our separate rooms.
. . . LATER THAT EVENING . . .
Maria and I enjoyed an enchanting dinner. We had great seats near the stage, enjoying fine food and great music as a local jazz band dazzled. We danced for a while, feeling each other's bodies charged with sexual energy as the music fed our primal desires.
Maria was wearing a slinky dress that fell about mid-thigh with a neckline that dared to show more of her 36c breasts than what might be appropriate in public. I knew she was not wearing panties. So as we danced, it was such a rush to glide my hands over the sheer fabric covering her ass, occasionally pulling off the daring move of slipping my hand underneath and cupping her sweet, bare ass. We kissed. We nuzzled. We enjoyed the pleasures of foreplay to the extent our public limitations would allow.
"I want you bad, baby" she huffed in my ear as we swayed to the music. I gave her an extra squeeze to let her know the feeling was mutual.
As I led her out of the restaurant, she giggled and said to me, "I may need to sit on a towel on the ride home."
As I opened the car door for her, I smiled with lusty greed in my eyes as I watched her swish her legs and tease me with a quick view under her dress of her bare pussy glistening with a pre-fuck glaze of nectar. As I walked to my side of the car, I glanced at my watch and smiled at the fact that we were right on time.
Bruce was sitting on the patio. Alone. Excited. He then was instantly energized as he saw Maria and I walking through the lobby towards the elevators. I caught a glimpse of him making his way through the lobby as Maria and I stepped inside the elevator.
As our elevator made its way up to the 11th floor, my body was engaged with Maria's, kissing and fondling as if it were a farewell moment for a sailor setting out to sea. But my mind was excited by the fact that one of the adjacent elevators was lifting Bruce to the 11th floor as well.
As we stepped out of the elevator, I reached into my coat pocket and removed a scarf I had tucked away. As we approached the door to our room, I playfully brushed it across Maria's face and seductively said, "Let's play a game."
She shivered and nodded, completely surrendering herself to whatever I might be up to.
I wrapped the scarf around her head so that it served as a blindfold. We stood outside our room for a moment as I took my time making sure it was a secure fit and would hold up to shielding her eyes from any vision at all. As I finished up the final touches, I heard the chime of the adjacent elevator doors opening. I slid my cardkey into the door lock as I spotted Bruce stepping out of the elevator.
