The fabric of her satin panties had been rubbing against her freshly shaven vagina since she left the house. As she waited for the elevator to open to the fourth floor, she adjusted her underwear to feel more comfortable against the skin of her crotch. All she wanted to do was take them off to alleviate the irritation it was causing. Her husband was pushing her earlier to shave herself in just such a particular way that was a closer shave and left less hair on her groin than usual. Although she agreed at the time it made her pubic hair look much nicer, she was feeling the razor burn of it now. After re-adjusting the front of her panties over herself, she was feeling much more comfortable. She reminded herself it was worth the minor pestilence it was causing, she rather liked how her vagina looked much more like a porn star with the refined small tuft of hair above her sex. It was fun just to prepare herself in a way that she felt sexy for her lover.
Her husband had got into it too, suggesting different perfume than normal and even buying her a new set of sexy lingerie just for her date this evening. He had brought it home from the mall the day before, a set of black satin bra and panty with small bows on the front of the underwear and on the center of the bra. "Black" he said, "in case you leave a sex stain in them, it just shows up better". Obviously he was excited by the first time she came home with a cum soaked pair of panties. He was right too, it looked really nasty to see that white cum leaked onto a black canvas.
She thought back to just before she left the house when he was absolutely giddy for her. He seemed so excited to see his own wife prepare herself to go out to meet another man. He kept asking about what she expected tonight, and if she liked the feeling of getting attractive for him. Truth was, she loved feeling sexy for her new boyfriend. She couldn't remember feeling better about herself, or more attractive in her life.
A loud ding indicated she had arrived on the fourth floor. She stepped of the elevator and looked both directions down the hall to identify which direction the room was located. A sign reading 'Rooms 4039 - 4060' gave her a clear indication of where she was going. She turned to her left and proceeded down the hall. After a few short strides she realized another person was heading the opposite direction her way. She looked up to realize it was another woman, a heavier set woman than she. The gal was striding down the hall in a very sexy stride, a very sexually confident sort of walk. Much heavier than she was, she was built very curvaceously, larger breasts and wider hips were apparent by the skimpy clothing she wore. An extremely short skirt showed most of her plump legs, while a low cut spaghetti strap top displayed a large portion of her upper half along with at least nine inches of cleavage. It was a lot of skin showing for a woman who's body wasn't as flattering as some half her size.
The other woman never broke eye contact with her as she passed, and it made her feel totally uncomfortable. The stare seemed to be one of a sexual lust , and as she cleared past her a long "Mmmmmmm" from the heavy woman confirmed she was being hit on.
She never turned back to look at the plump gal. Shy give her the satisfaction and let her know her crude gesture was obscenely noticed. At least someone else thought she looked sexy tonight for her lover, even if it was a large lesbian. She simply thought "Fat dyke" to herself and moved on down the hallway. Still scanning room numbers, room 4038 was coming up on her left, all the even numbered rooms were on that side. Her goal was only a few steps further, room 4040. As she approached she noticed the door was already open. She shot another quick glance to confirm the room number from the sign next to it. It was her destination in fact, and as she took another stride she could see fully into the room. The first thing she noticed was her fully naked black lover. He was standing a few feet into the room holding the door open, nothing but his large dick hanging between his legs, and an enormous smile on his face welcoming her.
With an equally large smile across her lips, she turned to face him. As she turned however, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the other woman she just passed turning the corner toward the elevators and disappearing from sight. Before she could say a word to greet her man for the evening, the reality of the situation hit her like a punch to the stomach. Had the fat lady just left the very room she was about to enter? She looked in the opposite direction to notice there was only one more room left before the end of the hall. Surely, if the other woman would have just left a different room, there would have been the loud sound of a hotel door shutting behind her. She heard no such sound before seeing her in the hall just a moment ago.
She was about to conclude that she must have left this same room, but her lover cut her off by speaking first. "Hey, I wasn't expecting you so early."
The smile had completely left her face now and was replaced by a pouty frown. She took another quick glance down the hall toward the elevators before replying, "Apparently not."
He could tell she was aware of the situation and unhappy about it, she was hesitating entering the room. "Baby, I'm sorry but, your not the only woman I see." He turned and walked into the room, expecting her to follow.
As she took a step forward and stuck out her arm to keep the door from closing, she noticed his pants were on the floor and stepped around them. The door shut behind her with a thud and she looked around the room to see more of his clothing randomly scatted about. The bed was a mess too, the sheets and comforter were in a pile on the floor, and a large wet spot was visible on the remaining fitted sheet on the mattress. The room had the look , and even the smell of wild sex.
She watched him walk to the nightstand in the far corner and took a glass of water off the top. As he was sipping at it, she replied. "I know I'm not the only girl you see, you told me you've done this with other women."
He took a long sip that ended with an "ahhhh" as though he was totally exhausted. He set the water down and walked back toward her. "Why you look mad then?"
She was mad, but she tried to sort it out in her head before speaking. Why should she feel hurt about this? It wasn't like her husband just had an affair on her. This was just her boyfriend fucking other women, and she knew about it. His sexual experience was one of the things that drew her to him in the first place. If anything, it was just unexpected for her to see it first hand. It did bother her a little that she was second in line for the night, that she was expected to fuck him immediately after he just fucked another woman. Yet even the thought of that didn't piss her off, it was kind of kinky that this man had a insatiable sexual appetite to fill, and she was his second piece of meat for the night.
Then it occurred to her what was really troubling her. This other woman's body type was so much different than her own, was he genuinely attracted to both of them? She felt like her own attractiveness was in question. "She was just such a chubby girl. You into those women too?"