Smoke blanketed the bar in thin wisps like so many tattered tapestries. It hung in the air, floating, sculpted by overhead lights and the small lamps that illuminated the place in a hue far brighter than the typical watering hole. The Double Tree Hotel wasn't known for the magnificence ambiance of its open-aired saloon, nor for the limited selection of drinks created by their bartenders. But for the patrons it was a place to unwind after a hard day's conferencing, and to socialize with others similarly trapped by their various employers' mandates requiring attendance at whatever conference was happening on that particular day at that particular hotel. It was a simple place, casually tossed off to the side of the main hallway leading from the registration desk toward the elevators. I anxiously glanced over the other bar patrons from my perch atop a stool at a far table near the lone pool table, looked impatiently at my watch, and then back to the unfolding show before me.
The shiny black leather mini-skirt slid halfway up over her butt as she stretched over the table to take a shot. She peered briefly back over her shoulder in my direction, smiled, and then slid the pool stick smoothly across her hand, striking the cue ball, and deftly dropping the 6 into a corner pocket. Thigh-highs and no panties—nice, very nice. The black leather framed her smooth, full ass like delicious golden-ripe fruit presented for the sampling. A frame within a frame within a frame. Her beckoning butt generously cupped her swollen vulva outward, an offering, and the shaved lips shone wetly with desire. She stood and made a show of tugging her skirt back down. The whole bar watched as she sashayed gracefully on her stilettos around the other side of the table, her back now to the bulk of the fifteen or so bar patrons, and then she was again stretching over the table to take a shot. I knew they could see everything.
"Hey baby, you going to give us a chance?" asked one of the two black guys she was playing pool with.
The targeted ball, smacked decisively by the cue ball, rolled smoothly across the felt and dropped into its intended pocket.
"Oh," she laughed, "You'll get more than a chance."
I watched as she slithered up to him, her unrestrained breasts moving gently beneath the tight black cotton tank. She reached out and slowly caressed his face.
"You wanna make this really interesting?" She said it loud enough for the whole bar to hear.
I lit a cigarette and noticed that my hand was trembling slightly. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and my mouth was suddenly dry. I took a slow sip from my drink.
"If either of you beat me, you get to take me upstairs and fuck me."
The men in the bar were holding their breaths, the women were glaring, and the bartender listened intently. The deafening sound of silence filled the air.
"And if you win?" asked one of her opponents.
She smiled and coyly ran her fingers down his chest.
"You get to take me upstairs and fuck me, " she breathed.
I heard a pin dropping from the 10th floor.
"Ohh, I like that kinda bet!" laughed one of the guys, "Both of us?"
She smiled brighter.
"Both of you."
Something touched my arm, startling me, and I jumped.
"I said--can I get you something else?" It was the barmaid.
I looked at my watch, and shook my head.
"No, I guess my date isn't going to show up. Guess I got stood up."
She smiled at me, her green eyes dancing amid the swirls of her blond hair. She was cute, in a plump sort of way.
"Maybe you should play pool, it looks like it's working for those two guys."
"Yeah, it does doesn't it?"
"Somebody's gonna have fun tonight," she said enthusiastically.
"Maybe we could ask to join them," I suggested.
"
Maybe
-- but I don't think my boyfriend would like that too much."
"That's too bad."
She smiled again, sighed, cleared my empty glass, and walked away, her eyes glued to the pool game in progress.
I don't think I've ever seen a quicker game of pool. The two guys lost in quick succession, and then the two of them, my wife between them, walked from the bar and headed toward the elevators. I fingered the hotel room key in my pocket. They had fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and I would be opening that hotel room door to discover my wife in a room alone with those two black guys. My head pounded and my cock was uncomfortably hard in my jeans. Fifteen minutes… it felt like fifteen hours.
I crushed out one cigarette and lit another. In my mind I heard Carol screaming out in orgasm.
It had always been her fantasy—pick two guys up in a bar, play pool while flashing herself to everyone, and then go upstairs to a pre-arranged room and get her brains fucked out. Of course, while it would be hotter for the two guys to be complete strangers, it would also be far too dangerous. So I got to work; it really wasn't much work.
Carol's birthday was in two days, and we'd already had a birthday gangbang party planned. Carol wanted to do a strip-tease dance in front of a bunch of guys, and then take them all on. That was already all set up. This would be the "pre-party warm-up" as I'd dubbed it. So I called Ed, who was already scheduled to attend the party, and outlined my plan. He had a buddy he had wanted to ask to attend the party, and since Carol had never met the guy before it would almost be like her picking up strangers in a bar, he'd explained. Since Carol and I both trusted Ed, I agreed.
I slid the card key into the lock, turned the handle, and swung open the door. I heard Carol moaning. I walked in, my heart pounding uncontrollably.
