Thanks to my editor Cheer_smartie526, this story was a lot more work that I thought it would be.
This series is intended to be like a TV series, you can start on any story and it should make sense, but is better if you start from the begining. That said, this one is closely tied to the one that follows it. Enjoy the story.
Brad glanced around the hotel lobby furtively. For the first time it felt like he was having an affair. He checked his phone again for a text message from Sherry. There was no change from the last time he checked, less than a minute earlier. This was the first time they had used a hotel, and Sherry had chosen a nice one. There were not very many people in the lobby, which is what he expected for a mid week morning. It appeared to mostly be business travelers. Brad wondered if anyone else in the lobby was there for the same reason he was.
Sherry spotted Brad fidgeting in the lobby. She looked at the clock on the wall and decided she was fashionably late as she strode across the lobby, the heels of her boots clicking loudly on the tile floor. It got Brad's attention, and the attention of several of the other men that were waiting to check in. Sherry was dressed professionally, but at the same time provocatively. Her skirt was short enough to show a little leg and her leather boots followed the contours of her calf muscles perfectly. The shirt she was wearing accentuated her large breasts. She knew she couldn't compete with the twenty-something blonde behind the desk, but she didn't have to. She only wanted to impress one man, and he was already staring at her.
"I've already arranged for a meeting space," Sherry said to Brad as she walked up to him, "please follow me."
Sherry turned abruptly as Brad began to stand. Today she was going to indulge herself a bit. Since Brad and Charlotte seemed to be getting what they wanted out of the arrangement, Sherry saw no reason why her needs, wants, and desires couldn't be addressed as well. Not that she had any complaints. Brad had proven more than capable in their sexual escapades. Sherry somewhat pitied the men that asked her out on dates. With Brad satisfying her carnal desires she was unlikely to indulge in a one night stand. She found herself being very selective about whom she hooked up with. So far none had equaled Brad's abilities in the bedroom.
As he followed Sherry across the lobby Brad found himself smiling. He wondered if anyone there knew what he and Sherry were about to do. Brad had always wondered about the people around him; where they were going, what they were doing. Sometimes he made up stories about them when he was stuck standing in line or waiting for some service to be completed. He wondered what stories people made up about he and Sherry.
Much to their disappointment they had company in the elevator. Sherry discreetly slipped a room key into Brad's pocket, and then stepped off the elevator one floor below the room she had reserved for them. She enjoyed the espionage; trying to be secretive about their affair spiced things up and made everything more exciting. The moment the elevator doors closed she headed towards the stairs. It would be good to have her heart rate up when she arrived at the room.
The room was nice. The most notable feature was the floor to ceiling windows. Brad noticed Sherry had left a small duffle bag in the room. It was zipped shut. He picked it up by the handles, trying to guess its contents by the weight of the bag. In one of the outside pockets was a paperback copy of the book Fifty Shades of Grey. He had just set it down when Sherry walked in. Brad suspected he knew the contents of the bag.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little guilty about today," Sherry said as she approached.
"Why?" Brad asked.
"Usually Charlotte gets the first crack at you, but we are meeting pretty early today. Leaving your wife sloppy seconds doesn't seem right," she confessed.
"She had her chance this morning and politely declined. Charlotte likes sex, but once every few days is enough to keep her satisfied," Brad explained.
"Really, so she does not seem to be jealous?" Sherry asked.
"I wouldn't say jealous, but she does have a competitive streak in her. I think she has upped her game a bit because of you."
Sherry was suddenly intrigued, "Really, how so?"
"It's little things. She is starting to talk dirty, which is great. She also had been willing to get a bit rougher. Basically she letting her bad girl out to play just a little bit," Brad answered.
"You know, Charlotte told me about how you two have tied each other up. Based on what I am hearing from both of you I think it can go a bit farther," Sherry said with a seductive grin.
"Oh really," Brad replied.
"Yes, really," Sherry said as she walked to the large window and drew the curtains back. The view was impressive. The hotel was on the edge of downtown, so there were no tall buildings to block the cityscape outside the window.
"So you plan on tying me up?" Brad inquired.
"Oh yes, and then some. The one thing I'm not going to do is let you come. That is something I want your wife to take care of."
"I think I can handle both of you," Brad said, almost bragging. He felt like he had managed to perform quite well for both Sherry and Charlotte.
"You have, that's not the point. You are going learn about delayed gratification today, and then pass that lesson on to your wife. Well, that and I still feel a little guilty," Sherry explained. She suspected Brad's biggest challenge would be with Charlotte. He was quite eager to please, and Sherry wasn't sure he could deprive his wife of anything.
"So where do we start?" Brad asked.
"Right here," Sherry answered, "I want you to stand in front of me with your back to the window."
As expected, Brad quickly complied. Sherry retrieved the duffle bag. She noted that it had moved.
"Not where I left you, " she mumbled to herself.
"What's that?" Brad asked.
"Oh, Checkout is at eleven tomorrow. The kids can have sleep over at my place if you and Charlotte want to spend the night here," she replied.
Brad smiled. It would be nice to spend the night out. It wasn't unusual for the kids to sleep over at one place or the other. He often wondered what Sherry did on her nights alone. He knew that a few times it had been for work or a girl's night out. He suspected that other times were spent with other men.
Sherry stood in front of Brad and put her arms around his waist.
"I think you can lose the pistol for now, the zombie apocalypse isn't going to start today," she said when her hand encounters a lump on his hip. Brad removed his pistol from its holster and set it on the table.
"SIG 227," Sherry observed, "When did you switch to a .45? If I didn't know better I would say you were compensating for something."
Brad smirked and watched Sherry open the bag. The first thing she pulled out was a leather collar with metal rings on it. She put it around his neck. Next she extracted a pair of handcuffs. One at a time she placed his wrists behind his head and closed the metal cuffs. Brad couldn't see them, but somehow the handcuffs were attached to the collar.
Sherry paused. She wasn't done restraining Brad, but this was enough for now. She stood in front of him, her tits lightly pressed against his chest. Her hands found his belt buckle. She unfastened it and pulled the belt out then dropped it on the ground. Next she unbuttoned his pants and let them fall away. She hooked her fingers inside his underwear and pulled them to the floor, pausing to run her tongue down the length of his erection.
"You are mooning the city," Sherry said with a wry smile.
Brad blushed slightly, not sure if anyone could actually see him from the outside. The warm wet feel of Sherry's tongue had left him aching for the feel of her lips on his cock.
"So now what?' he asked.
"A lot of things," Sherry replied, "but your orgasm is not one of them. If you come I shall be quite cross. I want you to save that for your wife today. I, however, am under no such restriction. You are going to learn about delayed gratification. I'm going to focus on immediate satisfaction. Do you understand?"
As she was talking Sherry was shedding her clothes. She carefully removed each item. She hung her shirt on the back of a chair. After she released her ample bosom from the confines of her lacy white bra she folded the undergarment neatly and set it on the desk. She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, noting the smile on Brad's face when he noticed she had not been wearing underwear. She left her calf high black leather boots on. Reaching into her duffle bag she produced a riding crop. Sherry swung it back and forth a few times, creating a whooshing sound. The expression on Brad's face didn't change; he still looked at her with burning lust in his eyes.
"There are a few things I think Charlotte wants you to do, although I doubt she realizes it. The first is she wants you to come in her mouth," Sherry said as she slapped the riding crop against her naked thigh.
"Every time I ask she says no," Brad responded.
"Don't ask, just do. Allow me to demonstrate. Get on your knees," Sherry tapped the back of Brad's leg with the leather crop and he immediately complied. Sherry placed the tip of the riding crop under his chin and forced his head to tilt back.