Ellie and Jim were going at it again. The covers had lost their battle to stay on the bed. Now they lay in a heap on the floor. The mirror reflected Jim's naked body on top pounding Ellie hard. She was holding tight from below, shoving back at him just as hard with each stroke. Then the climax! He murmured "Oh god I love you so much" and he held it tight inside her as she nearly screamed with delight.
This was the part she liked best. She felt him explode inside her. Then he went soft. Their juices ran down the crack of her ass. Together they made a wet spot on the linen sheet, one the housemaid would clean up as she had every morning of their Chicago visit. Ellie felt warm and peaceful.
After a bit Jim said, "You know something darling?"
"What?"
"That makes two consecutive weeks we've had sex at least once, and about half those times we've done it twice."
Ellie propped herself up on one arm and asked, "What's the big deal? Married couples are supposed to fuck, and those as in love much as we are, are likely to do it a lot. And I think that's super special."
Jim arose and walked to the window overlooking the magnificent view of Chicago's North Shore Drive. Their hotel was one catering to business conventions on the Gold Coast. "Yes of course and I agree with all that, but I was worried that that swinging might affect our love. You were reluctant to try it, you know?"
She looked at her naked husband standing by the window. Then she walked over and hugged him, rubbing her titties against his back. "Yes I was reluctant and I only did it because you wanted me to, but together we learned something important. We do love each other and I think we do so more than ever now, but that's because we discovered that being in love doesn't mean we own each other. I loved fucking those other guys, but it got even wilder knowing you wanted me to and knowing you shared the enthusiasm."
He turned and gave his wife another kiss. She felt him start to grow hard against her again. She smiled and said, "Too bad we have another meeting this morning."
"Keep your pants on -- or in your case -- off. This morning's is the last meeting. Then we're on our own. And we don't leave town until tomorrow."
"Jim, you up to something? You have that wicked look on your face."
"Let me show you something." Jim walked his wife over to the huge, mirrored, walk in closet. "Step inside and take a look."
She did and exclaimed, "Oh my god it's a two-way mirror."
"Yes and there's enough room for someone to sit inside and watch if someone else wants to put on a show, as in bringing a guest up and fucking him."
"Damn! I married a smart son of a bitch!. Now where you going to find a wanton woman willing to do that just for your enjoyment."
"Oh I think I have one, but I only hope she can find an accomplice, an unwitting one."
Ellie again hugged her husband, grabbed his cock, squeezed it, and said, "Let's hope we both find this as exciting as it promises to be, that is if we can find that willing but unwitting accomplice."
The writers' convention finished right on schedule. Ellie and Jim had a late lunch then walked into the nearly empty bar. All the other conventioneers were headed home and only a few people remained in the hotel.
They took a seat around back. Only one other person was there, a handsome, athletic man in his late thirties or early forties.
Hello's all around and the couple from San Diego ordered a drink. The other fellow was half watching WGN, talking as usual about baseball. Jim asked the guy, "Cubs gonna do it this year?"
"Yeah looks like they are on their way."
Jim looked hard at him. "You look familiar. Aren't you Josh McLearn?"
The handsome dude smiled and said, "I used to be. I was cut from the roster today. That damn rotator cuff. Now I fear I'm the former Josh McLearn."
Ellie had followed her husband's career as sports reporter long enough to be able to converse about baseball. She added, "I understand that a bum rotator cuff only affects your pitching."
Jose agreed, "Yeah but that's what a pitcher does."
"Well there's solace in knowing that there are hundreds, perhaps thousands, of fun things to do beside throwing a baseball a hundred miles per hour."
Josh glanced at her legs. Her skirt was up above to her thighs. If that was an innuendo he would answer it. He started directly at her legs and answered "Oh of course, thousands I'm sure."
Jim didn't miss a bit of it. He leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear. "Peek a boo. I see you from behind the mirror."
Elie didn't answer but she slowly and unostentatiously unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse, revealing a lot of boob, if one were to look.
One did, and he was impressed. Josh wasn't sure what the game was, but after twenty years in the bigs he had been the object of many a pickup by a baseball Annie. And this "Annie" was a prize! Furthermore she was a grown, absolutely beautiful woman, not a giggling young, starstruck lass.
The conversation continued, ranging from baseball to the approaching football season, to politics. Finally Jim sat his glass down, stood up and said, "Ellie I hate to leave you alone but I simply have to go. My meeting is half way across town and I'll back in four hours." He kissed his wife, waved goodbye to Josh, and left.
