As I walk behind Jessica through the main check-in area of the Stratosphere hotel, I cannot help but notice she looks incredibly hot--I mean really "somebody come fuck me tonight" hot. She has on a tight skin clinging polyester shirt strewn with many colors and jeweled patterns, and it does nothing to hide the shake of her full breasts as she walks. I can clearly see her nipples through the shirt and whatever of an excuse of a bra she has on, and I can only tell she even has a bra on by the tan straps I saw earlier through the deep V-neck collar cut in the shirt. Her cleavage is proudly on display and gets many stares from men, and a few women, as we make our way to her friend's room. The sway of her soft denim skirt reaches up from her boots and highlights her narrow waist and shapely ass, and it did not get by my notice it has silver buttons all the way up the one side. Her hair is so unfamiliar to me right now but the new blonde/brown look really sets off her face, especially her outstanding cheek bones, and it is done up in back with a new leather and silver hairpiece I've never seen before.
If I was a single guy, or rather if I wasn't married to her, I'd certainly have made a pass just to get a night with her and fuck her at least once. And then it hits me again—some guys DID make a pass at her, and they are most likely GOING to fuck her tonight. The two guys I saw in the tower's lounge last night, obviously well to do and clearly looking for a "no strings" relationship with any woman of their choice are going to do their best to take my Jessica to bed. My gut tightens somewhat at the thought of what they are going to do with her, but this is balanced out by the thrill that I might get to see her actually having intercourse with another man, or men in this case. Just looking at her as if she were a mere acquaintance, I'd pay cold hard cash to watch her fuck in person.
We wait for a few minutes at the elevators and she pulls out her phone to let her friends know she is coming up and will see them in a few minutes. She holds the phone in her left hand and that sends a sharp pang into my chest because her wedding and engagement rings are missing, and I can tell she must have visited a tanning salon earlier today because there is no lighter colored skin where they should be. I start to feel like a third-wheel walking with the gorgeous girlfriend of somebody else, with me the dorky guy kept forever out of sexual reach in the "friend zone." Honestly, at the moment it feels as if she really does belong to somebody else, and the best I can hope for is to tag along like a puppy and hope for a few scraps to come my way. In the small crowd waiting for the elevators, I can easily catch other men looking into her shirt or checking the curve of her ass under the skirt. A few even take time to memorize features of her face. Even when they see I can tell what they are doing, they pay me scant attention and resume their study of her radiant beauty. Dammit.
As the elevator opens, two good looking younger guys cut me off and hold the doors open for Jessica. They quickly deliver compliments dripping with flattery and innuendo about her appearance, and then she giggles lightly as she thanks them with her gorgeous bright smile and some touches on their arms. They also position themselves between her and I as we start to ride up to the top floors of the hotel. Fucking bastards! They are held off as Jessica holds up a hand to finish her call, she even gently places a finger over the mouth of one to keep them quiet. I finally snap back into the here and now and catch the last part of her conversation, as do they.
"No, you won't need those..........Why? Because I told you last night silly.......Yeah, I'm on the pill, Hon, so don't worry about that.............I thought you'd like that..........I like to feel it inside when a man reaches that moment, it does something for me..........."
The two young men pass a quick glance at each other while I struggle to maintain normal breathing and try not to turn red.
"So I hope you have your room ready to go because I'm on the way up now.........Really? That should be fun.....No, I've never done that before.....Yes, I definitely want to try it, but we'll need lots of lube. And please, take your time with me......I want it to be nice..........."
One of the young guys turns to me and asks quietly, "You know her?"
"Um, yes, I do." But at the moment it feels as if I really don't.
"You, ah, are you the delivery boy?"
"What?"
"Dude, are you delivering her? Y'know....to a client?"
I clear my throat and look back down at the floor, really not knowing what to say. These guys have no fucking idea I'm her husband. They just see me as some unfortunate aide.
The young man chuckles quietly and says after looking me over, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're probably just her driver and errand boy. You'd think they would have picked a bigger guy to protect that hot ass, though."
I keep my eyes down and remain quiet, but I can feel my teeth clamping hard.
Jessica puts her phone away and the other young man asks her, "Special party tonight?"
"Yes, sort of I guess," she answers softly and looking him straight in the eye only to see his eyes boring into her cleavage, which is only a couple feet from his face.
"Can anybody come?"
The irony is not lost on me with that question.
"Sorry guys, but this party is private. Just me and a couple of fuck-buddies." she teases.
Oh, goddammit! She is going way overboard for my tastes with these strangers. I can feel my hands cramp because of the tight fists I keep making.
"Lucky fuckers!" the one who was talking to me blurts out. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, that just sorta came out."
"It's okay, guys. Maybe you two might like a date some other time?" she smiles.
Shit! This isn't at all how I thought she would behave in an open marriage. I expected some discretion, but she is practically asking these two if they want to take a rain check on a sure thing. And did she get her teeth cleaned?
Finally the doors open and they get out, but not before one of these guys slips a business card deep into Jessica's shirt and pats it gently, copping a blatant feel with his hand on her breast. Jessica hums an approval while smiling directly at him.
The doors close and I can't help but say, "Holy fucking shit! What was that?"
"Get used to it, Robert." Her tone is slightly authoritative but heavily seductive, "If you're going to be out with me when I'm worked up and on the prowl, men are going to approach me because they know I'm available. They may touch me in a provocative manner, and most likely put their best moves on me. And frankly, I'm really starting to like it. Once I accepted YOUR idea to do this in my heart and mind, well, I feel like I might have missed out on a lot."
"A lot of what?"
"Boys, flirting, men, heaving petting, fucking, sexual experimentation, maybe even some anonymous sex, maybe even a woman or two in the mix. Who knows what else will catch my imagination? Someday I might even want to take on a group of men. Does that bother you? Although it seems a tad late for you to get uptight about all of this now."
Before I could answer the doors opened on the top floor of the hotel and she stepped out and began to walk, again without any display as if we were a couple.
