This is a continuation of the story, Choices, previously posted.
We were going back to the same hotel. I was still unsure of how to feel about it all. After all, this was where my wife had publicly given herself to a stranger in front of me. She says all she did was orally satisfy him, but I could never be sure. I tried to check, afterward, when the two of us had gone back up to our room. But, other than her very, very wet pussy, there was no evidence. Still, it was so exciting. To wonder what had happened after they left my sight.
We talked about it the rest of the night. How exciting it was for her to show off for me, and how exciting it was for me to see with her with another man. She had gotten the idea some time ago, when while making love, I had brought up the subject of her being with another man. She’d done it for me, and found out how exciting it had been for her as well.
This time it was starting in much the same way as last time. Only this time, I would arrive on time. I get to the desk to check in, to find that my wife has already checked in. I get my keycard and head for the elevator to take me up to our room. I enter, and hear my wife rummaging around with something in the bathroom. I stand and look at her as she walks into the room taking in the outfit she has chosen for tonight. She has on a simple long black dress, with a deep plunging neckline in front. Her breasts are on display, yet bounce when she walks. Not a push up bra this time. Perhaps she resurrected that shelf bra I always wanted her to wear, but wouldn't. The dress also had a front slit over her left leg that went nearly to her hip. Each step in those knock me down and fuck me black pumps, would expose her whole leg, far above the tops of her thigh high stockings. A flash of color at the top told me she was wearing bright blue panties tonight. This was a woman ready to hunt.
"Well, you finally made it I see." She said.
"And on time too" I replied.
"Not really. You see, I'm changing the rules again and you'll just have to deal with it," you announced. "I'm heading down to the lounge. You wait here a half-hour, then you can come down and watch me. What you're wearing is fine." And she was off.
I can come down and Watch Her? It's starting all over again. My dick began to fill with blood as my mind filled with lusty images of my wife and what she might do this time.
At the assigned time, I left the room and went down into the lounge. The same group was playing that had been here the last time. I checked the bar, but couldn't find her there. Looking over at the booth she had occupied the last time, I found her. Damn she works fast. Or, maybe this had been pre-arranged. I grabbed a booth, which provided a good view. Wondering if I should just leave. But my lust got the better of me, and I ordered a drink when the waitress arrived.
She was all over this guy. She glanced over to see that I had arrived and that I could see her. She pulled her new partner out onto the dance floor, her dress parting at the slit as she straddled his leg. With both of her hands on this guy's ass, pulling herself onto his leg, she began to rub her pussy against him. There were no subtleties this time. This was an all out seduction. As if this guy needed anything more that an invitation. No, this seduction was for my benefit.
One of her hands came out from behind her partner's back and disappeared between their bodies. The smile on his face told me she had made contact. His smile soon changed to one of surprise. As they turned slightly, while still attempting some semblance of dancing, I could see only her wrist, her hand deep inside his fly, rubbing up and down. This went on for some time, with my wife occasionally looking over at me to make sure I was watching. And, when she caught my eye, would blow me a kiss, and pull on her partner's dick just a little harder.
A little while later, I could see her pulling him, by his dick, back to their booth. When they got there, she sat down on the bench seat with her partner standing right in front of her. Looking over at me once again to make sure I wasn't missing anything, she pulled his cock out of his slacks. She spent the next few minutes licking up and down its length as though it were a candy cane. Then, looking directly at me, she slid her mouth over the crown and continued downward until her nose was pushed against his body. A moment later, as she pulled her mouth back up, she resumed eye contact, and actually winked at me.
Shoving his cock back into his pants for him, she stood and indicated he should take his seat. She walked toward me. Her makeup was a mess, with smeared lipstick and a huge grin on her face. I was preparing myself for some kind of confrontation, but instead of stopping, she simply dropped a piece of paper on my table and kept walking.
With trembling hands, I unfolded the paper. A simple message greeted me inside. It said, "If you want to see the rest of this performance, you must follow my instructions exactly. First: Go immediately to our room. Second: Take off all of your clothes and put them in a drawer. Third: Go to the closet, and put on the clothing you find sitting on the chair. Fourth: close the closet door and wait. Fifth: When we enter the room, and while we are in the room, you are not to make a sound or otherwise draw attention to yourself. If you do, you will be forced to leave. If you agree to these conditions, go now!"
I'd had an erection since I first saw her with him. It had been leaking pre-come the whole time. As I finished reading her instructions, an orgasm overcame me and I flooded my shorts with what felt like more cum than I'd ever produced before. It had happened without ever touching myself. Still lightheaded from my orgasm, I arose and stumbled my way across the room to the elevators. I felt somewhat normal by the time I had gotten to our room, but still fumbled the keycard a little when trying to open the door. Entering the room, I proceeded to do as the note had told me.
When I got to the closet, I noticed the louvered double doors facing the bed. I opened them, and saw on the chair, what I was supposed to wear. A pair of panties, lying atop a pair of stockings. I had worn her panties a couple of times before and found it exciting. In fact, the night of the last encounter at this very hotel, she had had me wear them. The stockings were something new though. Perhaps to remind me to stay in the closet and not make any noise. Being found by her lover would indeed be humiliating.
