He was sitting in the bar of a Chicago hotel on Michigan Avenue chatting with a young, married couple from California. Pete was a slim but thick-chested married man in his mid-40s visiting the city on business. The couple, especially the husband, was already ennroute to being shitfaced. Pete, on the other hand, was only beginning to feel loose halfway through his second gin and tonic. Alicia, the wife, had light brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair, and voluptuous breasts that bounced inside her lowcut black dress every time she laughed. Her husband Mark was tan, fit, handsome, taller than Pete, and an undeniable douchebag.
"Dude, look around this place. Is my wife not the hottest chick in here, bro?" Pete, realizing Mark was absolutely correct, simply shrugged and nodded in agreement. "She's fuckin' hot, bro," Mark reiterated, gesturing for Pete to take her in. Alicia smiled with feigned embarrassment and leaned over to reveal as much of her cleavage as she could while taking a sip of her drink. "Baby, stand up and turn around...show him your ass. Dude, she has a perfect ass you have to check it out." Alicia rolled her eyes and slowly slid out of her stool before turning around and seductively shaking her backside. Her dress was tight enough to form and frame the shape of her perky cheeks, and Pete could just make out the outline of a thong. "Isn't that nice, man?"
"Yes, it is," Pete agreed. "Wish I could see it better, though. It's a little dark in here." Alicia and Mark exchanged a glance that indicated an unspoken understanding. She smiled and widened her eyes as Mark smiled back, nodding.
"Do you really want to see it better?" Mark asked as Pete raised an eyebrow. "Babe, do you want this guy to see it?" She giggled and nodded. "Come up to our room for another drink, dude," he insisted.
Pete contemplated what they had in mind. "Don't get me wrong, I want to," he said. "But, I am married, and I don't think my wife would be too happy about that."
"About what?" he asked. "Listen, dude. You are not gonna fuck my wife, okay? That's not even gonna be an option. But if you wanna come be entertained, we both enjoy an audience. Especially when it's someone we're never gonna see again, you know?" He was slurring his words and seemed like he could barely keep his eyes open. "What your wife don't know won't hurt her, am I right?" Pete finally shook his head and laughed before finishing his drink and agreeing to accompany them.
In the elevator, Mark began kissing Alicia and feeling her up. "Mark," she sang, "just wait til we get to the room." He continued to kiss her neck and squeeze her tits, sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down until her huge, natural breasts spilled out. She let him kiss his way to her brown nipples and, as he began sucking on them, looked at Pete with delight and laughed quietly. When the elevator door opened she walked to their room with her tits bouncing and jiggling freely. Mark squeezed her ass as he walked behind her, pulling her dress up to expose her further. Her ass was smooth and flawless, with a small birthmark on one cheek, the strap of her thong invisible as she strutted seductively down the hallway. Mark staggered and swerved, practically falling into the door as he unlocked it.
Inside the room Mark poured shots of vodka, took his and collapsed backwards on the large king-sized bed with his legs dangling off the end. Alicia took hers, tits and ass still hanging out, and continued to dance around the room and bounce playfully as she searched through her phone for some music. When Rick James' "Give it to me, Baby" began, Mark yelled "Yeah, give it to me, baby!" as he kicked his shoes off and fumbled with his belt, attempting to undo his pants. Sensing her window of opportunity fading, Alicia quickly slipped out of her dress and kneeled at the edge of the bed between his legs to help Mark pull his pants and underwear off. "Hey, bro, you wanna watch her suck this dick," he said as he flopped his semi-flacid penis back and forth. Despite the fact that it was average at best, he handled it like it weighed ten pounds. Pete's cock was beginning to grow and swell in his pants as he gulped down the vodka and watched Alicia taken him into her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically as Pete listened to her intermittently slapping her husband's dick against her tongue and mouth. She climbed onto the bed next to her husband and began stroking his shaft, but Mark was passing out. She fought to keep the cock hard as she began sucking on his balls and moved back to working on his deflating cock. Alicia glanced at Pete in annoyance, and after another minute of sucking the life out of his pathetically limp dick, she finally gave up. "Goddamnit, Mark. What the fuck." She looked at Pete and covered her breasts with her forearm, looking genuinely embarassed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I guess this isn't really gonna work out....Sorry." She covered her face with her hands and started crying quietly.
"Whoa, it's okay. You don't have to cry. I'll leave, don't worry," Pete said, even though he now had a raging hard-on.
"No, it's just that he has all these exciting ideas and talks so much shit, then gets so drunk he just passes out. What kind of guy invites a total stranger to a hotel room to watch him fuck his wife. No offense..."
"No, I get it," Pete said reassuringly. "I am a total stranger. I could be a total psychopath..."
"No, I don't think that," she said with a tearful smile. "You seem really sweet. Like when you said you didn't want to hurt your wife, that's so sweet. Guys just aren't like that anymore." Alicia wiped her tears and tried to laugh through them.
Pete tensed. "I mean, I don't think those were my exact words, I appreciate that...But I am sitting in a hotel room with a beautiful, practically naked woman watching her give what looks like a pretty fucking spectacular blowjob," he said. "Or trying to, anyway."
She tossed her hair and shrugged, wiping her eyes again. "Well, still...you seem nice. I kind of wish Mark was more like you honestly." Pete looked at her husband's limp dick as his own throbbed. Alicia looked Pete up and down and slowly moved her arm away from her breasts. Pete's hard cock stretched along the inseam of his pants. Her eyes widened as she noticed the bulging mass.
"Um...Maybe...I don't know." She was clearly searching for the right words. "I don't know even how to say it...can I watch you, you know...touch it?" Pete smiled, clearly enticed by the thought.
"And what about you?" he responded. "Are you gonna show me anything else if I do?"
"Maybe," she said, barely above a whisper, before gulping nervously. Pete moved closer to the bed, glancing at her passed out husband.
"Ok then..." He slowly undid his belt buckle and unizipped his pants, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a defined, strong physique. Alicia kneeled on the bed watching him, running her fingertips along her bikini line. He slowly lowered his pants to reveal his swollen, dangling cock. She made an audible groan when she saw it, then leaned back on the bed and slid her panties down. Her body was completely shaved, with perfectly shaped pussy lips that parted slightly to reveal her moist, pink softness. She stretched her leg out with her panties dangling from her ankle, attemtping to drop them to the floor. Pete reached out and pulled them off her foot, then held them to his face and inhaled her intoxicating aroma. Realizing the crotch of her panties was already soaked, he put them in his mouth and sucked the moisture from them as he jerked his hardening cock.
