Day 6, Friday. Would it happen?
Heather was sound asleep when I awoke. I was running late as usual; so I kissed her on the forehead -- she smiled, eyes still shut -- then I left.
But I also left a note and $50: "Tom today, honey. I'm begging you. I'll give you $100. My down payment is enclosed."
The donuts and pastries at the class didn't work to satisfy the hunger I was feeling -- it was a different appetite that needed satisfaction this day.
I couldn't concentrate at all; there was nothing that would hold my interest.
Jeannie noticed and lean over and whispered in my ear, "Larry you're not paying any attention today! I gave you a warning yesterday and now you will have to suffer the consequences." Then she reached down between my legs and gripped my balls like a vise and said, "You will return to me tomorrow afternoon and we will have our own tutoring session. You've been a very naughty little boy and now you must be punished. DO YOU understand me little boy?"
Her hand worked to emphasize her commands as she spoke; causing me considerable pain and pleasure at the same time. My mind was very confused as I croaked, "Yes ma'am."
"That's better, now why don't you run along and take care of whatever has your attention and I'll see you tomorrow."
I went back to the hotel. Maybe I can surprise Heather or maybe Heather would surprise me. First I needed to check the courtyard.
"Pervert" I called myself, but I went anyhow.
The courtyard was brightly lit, the coffee shop off the lobby wasn't. I knew that the contrast would mean the view from inside would be clear, the view from the outside in, impossible.
It was just as Heather had said had happened on earlier days. She was sipping a drink while talking to a guy. The same guy I saw last night. That must be Tom.
Tom was in suit and tie, Heather in a pretty print sundress; looking fresh; looking tasty. Looking very sexy! Her breasts were displayed almost to her areola. In fact, Tom could probably see the edges peeking out from time to time as she acted the part of the giddy school girl.
Their drinks were refilled, and now he had reached across the table, holding her hand just as naturally as if he had been doing that with her all of her life.
Their conversation was growing more animated, there were more smiles, more body language about -- something. Flirtation, maybe.
Tom pulled his chair closer to Heather and gazed soulfully into her eyes. He ran his hand over her cheek.
Heather reached up and took his hand in hers as he gently stroked Heather's face.
He thought he had her on the line and was slowly reeling her in. Actually, Heather had her prey in sight and it was only a matter of time until...
Briefly, I had a spell of jealousy. What kind of man would let his wife carry on this way? I knew I should walk in and interrupt and stop them. But I also knew deep down I wanted this. I had dreamed of this. I had seen Heather in this exact situation. I wanted to share my Heather, my love, my wife with this man; with other men.
I had visualized this many times as I had looked at and read porn on the internet; Heather with another man and now I was watching it for real and seeing yet another of my fantasies become reality.
Reaching behind her head, he drew her face to his until they met in a kiss. Then another and another, each kiss becoming more passionate than the last.
Tom's hand slipped between her legs and then moved up her thigh. Heather jumped at his first contact but offered no resistance as Tom's hand moved higher up her leg.
Tom's hand penetrated deeper between Heather's legs as they continued kissing. Tom suddenly stopped kissing Heather and had a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Obviously he had discovered that Heather was not wearing panties.
Tom withdrew his hand from between Heather's legs and raised it to his nose. He sniffed his finger like the cork from a bottle of fine wine, savoring the magnificent aroma of my wife's love juices.
Then, Tom finished his drink, wrote something on the check. Standing; he walked behind her and rubbed her shoulders; then leaned down to nibble on her ear and neck. Whispered something. His hands moved down her bare shoulders almost to her breasts.
Heather looked up at him and smiled.
He waited.
Was this it? Were they off to town, to the beach, or, or, or elsewhere?
Heather took a last sip of her drink too and carefully set the glass down.
Looked up at him.
He extended his hand, she took it.
Stood.
They spent a moment standing there, looking at each other, then Heather -- My Heather! -- led the way from the patio to the lobby, to the elevators!
There was no turning back now. I had lost my only chance to stop what was going to happen.
I saw the doors close behind them then walked out to the courtyard, glanced at the check -- Thomas-something, I couldn't read the scrawl, but could see the room number, 1195.
Next to the top floor, and that had to be on the other wing of the hotel. The hotel was set up in a shallow vee opening to the southwest. Our wing had suite numbers up to about 50 -- our room was 1247, near the outer end of our vee.
Maybe, just maybe. . .
I got to our suite, stepped out onto the shallow balcony. Our side was in partial shadow, the other wing, his wing, was fully lit.
I began studying the opposite side through the binoculars I had brought for sightseeing. The binoculars had enough magnification so that I could see the wiggle caused by every one of my heartbeats, with enough light gathering power so I could see well into the shadows.
I scanned the other side, looking, hoping, it was mid afternoon, the hotel was mostly empty, and nearly every room had its draperies open.
There!
Nearly all the way out, at the far end of the vee -- someone was opening the sliding door.
I moved back into our bedroom, deep in shadow -- invisible to anyone on the other side.
The door opened, then nothing. Nothing happened for minutes.
Movement!
It was Heather, stepping out onto the balcony, and after her, Tom. They had glasses in their hands. Room service -- Champaign, I was sure, from the shape of the glasses, and yes, the fluid was clear, I could see that. Champaign.
Tom raised his glass in a toast. Heather did, too, and they both drank deeply.
I was having trouble holding the binoculars steady, I tried using the edge of the door, and saw him draw Heather closer. There was more than enough magnification to see her raise her lips to meet his, more than enough to see their arms around each other.
They were moving; dancing, moving to music. His hands drifted to her waist; down her ass. I watched as he squeezed her ass cheeks. His hands moved lower still; slipping under the hem of Heather's dress then back up. Tom now fondled her bare ass cheeks as they continued to sway to the music.
His hands moved up over her hips and to Heather's front. His hands stopped traveling as they each cupped one of her breasts. I watched as he squeezed her cloth covered tits.
Suddenly, I wanted to be Tom and experiencing my wife for the first time. I was feeling jealous; no, lust.
His hands moved to her back as they kissed again. His arm moved downward and there was slack in Heathers dress. Her zipper had been undone.
Breaking the kiss, Tom's hands moved to Heather's shoulders, to the straps keeping her dress. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and allowed gravity to do the rest as Heather's dress pooled at her feet.
Tom stood back to admire the perfect gift he had just unwrapped as Heather stood before him totally nude except for her garter belt, which framed her hairless pussy, attached to her stockings and her high heels. Heather looked beyond sexy.
He held her hand and had her spin slowly around for his and my lust filled admiring gaze. She step clear of her dress at the same time.
Tom drew her close; placing his hands on either side of her face, he pulled her into a deep hard kiss. Pulling away slightly, Tom's hands moved slowly down her body as if trying to memorize each curve.
Reaching her now bare breasts, he squeezed them both which brought a gasp from Heather. His hands continued their journey downward to massage Heather's butt cheeks. He moved his right hand to Heather's front to fondle her sex. His middle finger slipped into Heather's cleft and disappeared.
He deeply kissed Heather again as his finger continued to diddle inside of Heather.
I was transfixed by the action taking place in front of me as Tom brought his finger to his mouth to taste the rare flavor.
He moved his hands to grasp Heather's ass. I saw him take the finger he had had in Heather's pussy and slip it between her cheeks, into the crack. The finger began making slow circular motions as it was obvious he was rimming her ass hole with it.
Suddenly he swept Heather off her feet into his arms and carried her through the door.
I watched them disappear. I wanted to see more, to see it all; but now they were gone.
I knew I was sobbing. I knew I had ejaculated in my own pants, and was still hard, getting harder.
I've never known such agony, and such erotic ecstasy, such a mixing of emotions.
I pulled off my own clothes, crawled into the shower, crawled into bed, sat on the balcony and stared at their room.
A couple of hours passed, I saw movement then a figure at the balcony door. I grabbed my binoculars and was amazed to see a naked Heather, her hair and makeup a mess, standing on the balcony sipping Champaign.
Then behind her, movement and hands roaming over her body squeezing her breasts; roaming, massaging her ass.
Heather had a glazed thoroughly fucked look on her face.
She turned, set her glass on the table and faced her partner. They kissed a long deep lustful kiss. Tom's hands groped Heather's ass cheeks; he pulled her ass crack apart and probed the prize hidden within. Something was said. Heather nodded her head.
Tom spun Heather to face the courtyard again. A look of concern but determination was on Heather's face.
