Victoria's Secret

VICTORIA'S SECRET

Victoria was not the usual housewife. Oh, she did the regular things: PTA President, Den Mother, volunteer at the library, and room mother at her son's school. But there were things she did the other mothers didn't know about, or her neighbors and friends for that matter, or almost all of her family.

Most of the time she dressed as a mom (sensible shoes, unflattering outfits, and Granny panties), and very little makeup, but there were times she did wear the laciest underwear, the shortest skirts, and the sexiest cologne possible, but the one thing she did that set her apart from the other moms, well, at least most of them, was she had a room at the Marriott that was reserved just for her and a guest.

When she dealt with the hotel people, she wore large sunglasses, a lot of makeup, and eye-catching, revealing dresses and tops and would show enough of herself to keep straight men looking places other than her face. She didn't charge, but she had a stable of men she "entertained" in her room at the Marriott.

She's Victoria at the Marriott; Vickie or Vic at home; or, of course, Mom. But in her hotel room she is nobody's mother. She is just pure unadulterated sex: lust, carnal energy, and passionate lovemaking. Victoria has a website, called PLEASURE SEEKING, and although people don't pay, they have to qualify and be selected. It is not easy to get a night with the delicious Victoria.

To be with Victoria is an honor and not automatic just because you apply. Achieving that privilege is difficult, and the process has been perfected to an absolute science. The website says, in precise language, that only the finest will qualify to be able to enjoy a night with Victoria. The waiting list is long and usually takes three months to get an "evening with the lady at the Marriott."

You get the whole night and there are very few repeat patrons. Only at Victoria's discretion will anyone get a second night. One who has gotten nearly six is Julian Winters. He is six foot three, with pale blue eyes, a deep voice, and dimensions that could keep "any girl's attention." He is long and thick, and understands where it goes. Victoria has even requested, on occasion, Julian's presence.

It was February 2, 2022, when she had a scheduled appointment with a man who listed his name as John, which usually were not the names listed on their birth certificates. John had been waiting for a night with Victoria for three months and was excitedly awaiting for his turn with her.

He arrived at her room, number 222, at exactly six pm armed with flowers and a hundred dollar bottle of wine from France. He wore a sports jacket with patches on the elbows, cowboy boots made of snake skin, and sported a string tie with a buffalo head piece of silver that connected the two ends. "John" stood around six foot and stayed a healthy 195 pounds. He was an engineer with the state of North Dakota and had done work for the same company that Victoria's husband worked for. "John" was also fit and athletic and, as some people--mostly women--said was easy on the eyes.

When she opened the door she greeted him with her usual friendly but formal, "Good evening, John. I am happy to see you. I am Victoria. Let me put those in water." It wasn't actually a date, but since they weren't paying, often men felt like giving her something. She also took the wine, complimented him on his taste in labels and stepped back to let him in.

She did not kiss in the first hour. That was a get-acquainted time and there would be conversation and small talk and she insisted they take their time and work into the sex gradually. She insisted that the men undress her and that she undress them, unhurried and seductively.

They were encouraged to not talk of politics, religion, or their accomplishments. She assumed if they were seeing her they had achieved a notable status in the business world.

John came in, took a seat, and asked her questions about herself. He had obviously read the website suggested procedure. She sat across from him, and as was written into the website protocol, asked him about himself, although she also understood, much of what he would say would be fiction.

"You are an engineer?" she said.

"I am, yes," he said. "Twenty years now. I work for the state of North Dakota," which was true. They chatted for the suggested thirty or so minutes and then she got up and went over to him. "Have we met?" he said. "You look familiar."

"I don't think we socialize in the same circles," she said. "I have been told I look like a lot of people," she added.

"Mostly actresses," he said. "You are a very attractive woman," he added.

"That's what I am paid to be," she said.

"Not only that," he said with a lecherous grin.

"No. Not only that," she said smiling. "Would you like to get started?" He nodded, clearly eager to get on with their business for the night. She stood in front of him and put her hands at her sides, waiting for him to begin.

"If you will take off one item of my clothing at a time, we can get me more comfortable and ready for the night's activities," she said. He stood before her and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, deliberately. She let him lift it over her shoulders and put it aside. He then unsnapped her skirt and let it fall, and she stepped out of it. She turned so he could undo her bra, and then she turned back so he could pull it off her breasts. He admired them for a few seconds, then slipped her panties over her bottom and down her legs.

She stepped out of her shoes, then unsnapped his pants, removed his belt, and undid each button of his shirt. She took his shirt off, let down his pants, and helped him out of them. Both naked, they admired one another and then she reached out and took his hand. She led "John" to the bed in the far portion of the room.

Walking to the bed, leading John, Victoria was no longer just a mother in the PTA, or a volunteer at the library, but she was a sensuous, beautiful woman about to please a man she thought she'd never met, doing things he'd long dreamed of. Fact was, he had worked with her husband and they'd met at a company Christmas party the previous year. At the party she wore a simple housewife dress, very little makeup, her hair straight, and librarian glasses.

That night at the Marriott she was naked, heavily made up, in a hotel bed, with lust in her heart and with a man under her, and going by the name of Victoria. It was a job that she loved, that she was born to live. Pleasing men sexually came naturally to her, as sex was not only her passion, but it was her innate gift, a talent she seemed to develop instinctively. She had learned long ago that she could make men moan and surrender to her powers of seduction. She had two personalities: one of the settled housewife who contributes to the community, and the other a vixen who gives men pleasure and excitement.

John got onto the bed and Victoria climbed on top of him, putting a leg on each side of his hips. She moved her pussy back and forth, adjusting him inside her. Then she dropped down until she was sitting on his hips, and she began bouncing slowly up and down, forcing him repeatedly deep into her slit.

She was a pro and fucked like an Olympic champion, bounding over him like a jackhammer. She continued until he was close and she could come almost on command, giving a show that wasn't faked but was enhanced for psychological impact on her partner for the night. She left a man humbled and happy, spent and satisfied, sleeping and smiling.

John was like a limp rag after he had come and blasted into the condom he wore. She took the condom off his limp penis and put it in the trash, then she massaged his flaccid member to bring it back to life.

"Are you sure we haven't met?" he said. "I never forget a face. I know," he said, "have you ever worked for the state?" he asked, intrigued by his feeling that he'd met her.

"This is my work," she said. "I've never worked out of this room. I just look familiar," she said. "We've never met."

"I just can't help feeling that I know you. Like we met socially," he said. "I know," he said. "You ever know a man named Glen Stevens? He works for a company here in this county. His wife, but she looked different, was housewife-like."

"Don't know anyone named Glen," she said, trying to get him off his quest to place her. "You probably meet a lot of women in your profession."

"Not as many as you'd think, as you'd hope, but none who look like you," he said.

"You said this other woman was plain," she said. "You think I am plain?"

"Plain gorgeous," he said, "but there is something similar between the two of you. I don't know, your voice maybe. The way you hold yourself. Your eyes. They look into a person," he said. "Okay, enough of this. I am sorry to push it, but it bugs me."

"I understand," Victoria said, "but we just look alike. That's all. She probably is a very nice person."

"She was, yes. As I remember," he said, "but she would never be able to do what you do," he said, not meaning it as bad as it sounded.

"Everyone is supposed to have a double somewhere," Victoria said, "maybe she is mine. Was she attractive?"

"Actually, she was stunning," he said, "but in a housewife sort of way. You know, wholesome. Wait, that didn't come out right. Not that you're not wholesome, but you're elegant," he said, trying to redeem himself. "No, I am sure Glen Stevens' wife could never do what you do," he said, getting himself in even deeper.

"Any woman can do what I do," she said. "We all have the same equipment. It is not as hard as people think. I think all women are capable of giving men what they want. We are all wired for that," she said. "I think this woman you met most likely has all it takes."

She made her point and John was silent, convinced he had been wrong. He hadn't. Victoria remembered exactly when they met. It was at the Christmas party and she remembered thinking he would make an interesting "date" and imagined him underneath her. When she saw him at the door to room 222, she had a uneasiness that sent chills through her. It had never happened before, which was remarkable when you considered the odds.

When she got home the next day she told Glen about John. "Do you remember him?" her husband asked.

"He was the cowboy from North Dakota," she said.

"Yes, Justin Patrick," he said. "I remember him. He drooled after you the whole evening. So, finally he got to bed with you."

"He got in bed with Victoria," she said. "She's no housewife. I am Vicki Stevens. Those are different people," she said. "I:'m just a timid little housewife. Everybody knows that." Her husband smiled and kissed her.

The cover story Vicki uses is that she spends two days a week with her ailing mother, who backs the story because she knows Vickie has a wild side she needs expressing. Her husband is aware she is not with her mother, but he never objects and supports the story she has created and waits at home for her.

Her first encounter as Victoria occurred when she was nineteen and she continued through her engagement, during her wedding, and right on into her twenties. Now, at thirty-one, she has continued her tradition for twelve years, and Victoria has become a vital part of the Marriott community service. Since she doesn't charge, it does not violate law, and the men just pay for the room. Victoria has just become a service of the corporation, an amenity provided by the hotel for their guests.

Her venture provides Victoria with the variety and stimulation she so truly craves. Her husband, Glen, is aware of her sideline, and is totally supportive of his wife's extracurricular activities that put her in bed with other wive's husbands. "She is a great wife, a devoted mother, and an asset to the community," her husband says. "She provides a service to society," he adds with a grin. "Victoria's secret is that she is a genuine blessing to society. I could not interfere with a community asset like that."