The stranger's story:
Up until the last night, it had been a pretty normal business trip to Boston. I'd been busy every day, taken in a Red Sox game with a client one night, enjoyed some great seafood, nothing unusual. My business done, I was looking forward to returning home to L.A. the next morning. I knew that my wife Julie was anxious to see me and that as usual we'd both have some pent-up sexual energy to release.
After an intense workout in the hotel fitness center, I decided to go down to the bar at the Ritz-Carleton Hotel, where I always stayed when in Boston. I was feeling horny after four days away from Julie, and in the back of my mind was the idea of masturbating to a porn flick before I went to sleep...nothing exactly unusual for a man on the road!
Soon after I walked into the bar, I saw her. Tall, pretty, blond, and with the most sensational ass, she was dressed in a short black dress. She walked slowly, deliberately around the bar, seeming to be looking for someone among the group of 15 or so people who were there. One thing was for sure, she had caught the attention of every man who was there, including me. I found it difficult not to stare.
As she completed her walk around the bar, I lost sight of her and went back to my drink and to watching the Sox game on the TV as I sat at a small table next to the bar.
I looked up as I noticed two people approaching my table. It was the blond woman and a man...her husband? I was a surprised when he asked if they might join me. "Sure" I replied, a bit flustered by the turn of events "have a chair."
As she pulled her chair up to the table the woman leaned forward, offering me a great view of her breasts, which were nearly as appealing as her lively ass. I wondered what was going on.
A bit nervously they introduced themselves. His name was Joe, hers Cindy. I told them I was Steve, in town on business and that I lived in L.A.. This fact established some common ground between Cindy and me as she had gone to college at UCLA. Relaxed now, we talked easily for several minutes about the L.A. scene, our likes and dislikes.
They were an attractive couple, very well-spoken and intelligent. As I got a closer look, I realized that Cindy was older than I'd thought when I first saw her walking by. She had a few light wrinkles about her eyes, and a rather husky sexy voice which did nothing to detract from her attractiveness. I figured she was maybe 40, 10 or 12 years older than me. Still, physically and in personality she was a very hot woman.
Joe was older than Cindy, maybe 50, quite distinguished looking, trim and fit with bright blue eyes and a quick smile. I liked them both.
When I mentioned that I was leaving in the morning, Cindy gave a reply that gave me pause: "Not too early I hope" she said with a little laugh.
I looked at her quizzically, and she recovered, saying "you know, with the time change and everything"
"No, not too early, but I'd be fine anyway. It's 3 hours earlier in L.A. , so I am full of energy now," I responded, in part to see her reaction.
"I'll bet." said Cindy, looking at me straight on.
Then, quickly, she got up, leaving Joe and I alone at the table, saying: "Excuse me guys. I'll be right back." There was an awkward moment as neither of us spoke, looking up at the game. I wondered what was up and didn't know what to say. Joe spoke first, with some hesitance in his voice.
"Steve. I have to ask you something. I hope you don't take it wrong. What I mean is, Cindy and I, we've had this idea for a long time and tonight we decided to, to do it."
"What are you talking about? I don't follow you." I replied. I really was not sure what he was getting at.
Joe hesitated for a long moment, gulped and said in a near whisper: "We were wondering if you'd be O.K. having sex with Cindy. She is hot isn't she? And she likes you. She picked you out and you two hit it off so well. You know?"
"Picked me out? For real? Man, you are asking me to have sex with your wife? What is this all about? I don't get it," I replied. This was not exactly the kind of thing I was expecting to be asked, though his words sent heat up through my face, and to my crotch as well.
"I mean, she is very attractive and everything, but I just met you and you guys are married," I added quickly, intrigued now as what he'd asked began to sink in.
"Yeah Steve, that's true. We are. But nothing is up at all. We just wanted to act out our favorite fantasy. Well, mine anyway, and Cindy wouldn't be going along if she didn't like it too. You see I'd be there too, in the room, up in your room here at the hotel. Watching it happen." I noticed his hand shaking a little as Joe tried to act casual, raising his drink to his lips, looking at the TV now.
Now I could see Cindy returning, smiling as she approached the table.
"Hi guys. How are we doing?" she asked brightly.
"I asked him honey." Joe said. She flushed visibly, looking at me. "And?"
"This is kind of unbelievable" I replied. "Can we sit here, finish our drinks and talk about it a little more?"
I asked them to tell me more about themselves, about their fantasy, about their plan to carry it out, and how they picked me. It was still amazing to me that this was for real! I felt the tension releasing as we talked and felt us all becoming more comfortable. I told them about myself, that I'd been married seven years and was happy but open to new experiences of all kinds. "perfect" Cindy purred.
As we finished another drink, I stood up and said: "Let's talk more upstairs shall we?"
We walked silently to the elevators. We looked at each other and smiled as we rode up. I told them I had a great room with a view of the Public Garden and the city beyond. I noticed they were holding hands, saying little. I could hardly believe what was happening!
When I opened the door to my room, Joe and Cindy both commented on how nice it was and how great the view was.
I gestured for them to sit down. Cindy and Joe sat together on one of the beds. Taking charge, I said: "No, no! Cindy, you sit here with me. This is what we came up here for, isn't it?"
Cindy moved over and sat on the bed close to me. I could smell her perfume and her hair.
"Are the lights O.K.?" I asked Joe. "This is for you too so I want to do it right."
We all laughed. My little joke had broken the tension. "Sure. Perfect lighting. Too bad I don't have a camcorder." Joe joked.
"No cameras!" Cindy responded.
I moved an arm around Cindy's shoulders, then pulled her down and kissed her, long and deep, my hands roaming down over her breasts, first over then underneath the material of her silky black dress. Joe watched, and piled the pillows up on his bed, kicked off his shoes, and lay back, watching as if we were a porn movie on the hotel T.V. Only this was real. I felt my cock swelling, enjoying the sensations of Cindy's lips, tongue, and fantastic body. That her husband was there watching us only added to my excitement.
We embraced on the bed for several minutes. Then Cindy stood up and without a word let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her standing before us both in her sexy black "boy panties", bra and silk thigh-high stockings.
"Wow." I said. "You look soooo good." My voice sounded like someone else's.
"Here, let me help you out of your clothes, lover." Cindy leaned over, unbuttoning my shirt , and I sat up, helping her to remove it. I could see Cindy's ass in the mirror beyond Joe, peeking out from her panties. I could see myself too and was very glad that I worked out so faithfully.
Now I removed, very slowly, Cindy's stockings, peeling them off her athletic legs as she lifted one foot then the other to assist me. I remained sitting, she standing before me.
Cindy pushed me back playfully onto my back, putting on a show for her husband I thought, and unbuckled my belt and pants button. She carefully unzipped my fly and then pulled my pants off. I helped her by lifting my butt so she could get them off. She whipped them off my feet dramatically, tossing them across the foot of the bed Joe was on. Now I was dressed only in silk boxers, Cindy in bra and panties.
At that point I decided to include Joe a bit more: "Hey Joe. You can't be the only one in this room who's dressed! Come on. Get comfortable. Get those clothes off!" I ordered.