Amy stood staring at my naked body spread eagle on the four poster bed, my hands and feet tied to each appropriate corner.
We were in Italy, in a rather posh hotel – hence the four poster bed.
She ran and jumped up onto the bed, standing over my waist, giving me a view up her short summer skirt, which was blocking only her silk thong underneath. She teased my balls with her cold bare feet,
"Mmm...what can you do for me?" she asked. I was terrified, one slip and she could step on my balls! But for the moment this wasn't something she was considering as she watched my limp dick begin to rise from the arousal,
"I know," she began, holding the room phone to my ear, "its room service. Order a sandwich and a drink."
She stopped as the woman on the other end answered in a sweet Italian voice. I ordered what I was asked.
"When they bring it up, I'm going to hide. If it's a man, ask him to put the food down on the table. He can leave having seen you naked. However, if it's a woman, ask her to close the door and put the food down on the bed, then ask her how much you can pay her for her to suck your dick."
"What?! No way! I can't do that!" My mind was racing, there was no way this could happen!
"If you don't, I'll come out of hiding and force her to do it!" I didn't respond, knowing there was nothing I could do. I would look like such a fool asking some woman to suck my dick; she would surely refuse and leave!
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Hello room service?" A male voice called from the other side of the door. Oh shit, he was going to see me naked! How humiliating! My wife quickly hid in the bathroom and told me to invite him in.
"Er, come in!" I shouted back. The man hesitantly opened the door and brought in my food. He stopped suddenly, stunned by what he saw.
"Er...sorry sir. Your food?" His eyes tried to look away around the room.
"On the table please," I replied, my cheeks blushing, hoping he'd put the food down and leave as quickly and as possible without noticing my shrivelled cock.
I heard the door close, but the boy was in the room, it must have blown closed with a draft or something. I then saw Amy appear, walking up behind the boy. He jumped as he saw her, edging backwards as her hand rested on his shoulder. He couldn't help looking Amy up and down as she stood before him, now kitted out in just a silk bra and thong. I on the other hand, had no choice other than to lie there and watch my own wife playing lead role in the event that was unfolding before me.
"Thanks," she said in return for the food, "What's your name?"
"Er...Paulo," he replied.
She closed the distance between their bodies, Paulo now backed against a wall away from Amy's advances. Her hand trailed across his neck and down to his shirts top button,
"I was wondering," She asked seductively, "what methods of payment do you accept?"
"Cash....card...but I was intending on putting it on the tab for...you...as usual."