This story would make more sense if you read the chapters in order. It is a cuckold tale and should not be confused with my other BTB and romance style stories.
Tags. Exhibitionist. Voyeur. Roleplay. Sex. Biker Hole.
The shrill sound of the hotel phone woke us. I stumbled out of bed to picked it up.
"Mr Simons?" The silky voice of one of the girl's from the front desk caressed my ear.
"Yes."
"I'm just checking to see if you are leaving us today?"
I looked at my mobile phone on the desk and saw it was eleven o'clock.
"Yes, yes sorry we slept in."
"Alright sir but I have to let you know that if you haven't checked out in ten minutes it's company policy you are charged for another night."
"Yeah, yeah okay. We will be right down."
I turned around and saw Claire sitting up pushing her hair off her face.
"We've got to go." I said as I picked up some of the clothes on the floor.
"I have to have a shower." Claire said.
I looked up and saw she was trying to peel the sheet back that was stuck to her thighs and pussy.
"Yeah, okay. Just be quick."
We made it, just. As we exited the lift we both looked across towards the doors to the function room. There were two guys standing there. The dinner suits were gone replaced with denim jeans and leather jackets. I recognised one of them from the previous night in the storeroom. He nudged his companion and whispered something before pointing to his neck. The other guy turned around and looked then they both laughed. We both kept our heads down and hustled to the reception desk. As I was waiting for the receipt to be printed I looked at Claire's neck. There were a number of prominent hickies above the collar of her shirt. She saw me looking and folded the collar up to hide them.
The trip home was quiet. Claire slept for most of it. I only stopped once at a service centre on the edge of the city for some cheap metro priced fuel and fast food. Six hours later we were back on the farm. Claire went straight inside. I followed with the bags. She was in the bathroom and I could hear the water running into the bath.
We both needed more time to reflect on what had occurred. I got changed into farm gear and went outside. The sun was low so there wasn't much I could do. I made sure the neighbours had fed and watered the dogs and chickens. Poked my head into the shed to check everything was still there. Then to calm the mind I went for a drive around the property. There were some wheat crops just starting to run up to head. The rest was fallowed in preparation for sorghum and mungbeans in the summer. Back at the house I parked the ute in the shed and sat in the quiet for a moment.
With a deep breath I gathered myself and went inside. The first thing I noticed was the bathroom was free so I chickened out and went in there. Claire had left the water in the bath. Steam still rose off it's surface so she hadn't been out long. When you rely on rainwater you can't be wasteful so I stripped off and climbed in. It was relaxing and comforting at the same time. The smell of Claire favourite soap bought me back to a safe place, home.
Eventually I got out and headed to the bedroom. The smell of dinner coming from the kitchen was comforting as well. My stomach was rumbling so I quickly got dressed and went to investigate.
"Something smells good." I said more cheerily than I felt as I walked up behind Claire.
I hesitated for a moment then put my arms around her waist and lent over her shoulder to see two steaks sizzling on the grill. Her body stiffened in response to my touch.
"I wasn't sure you'd want to touch me again."
It was a challenge. What were my real feelings. In truth they were confused. I didn't feel I could easy assure her she was wrong. Still my own actions in the hotel room made me uneasy. Claire took the extended silence as my answer and shrugged my arms away.
"Dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you sit down."
It wasn't quite 'fuck off' but it was pretty close. I set the table then sat down. Shortly after a plate clattered down in front of me and Claire sat opposite with her own dinner. We ate without talking. The only sound the clink of the cutlery on our plates. With a grunt Claire dropped her knife and fork on the half finished meal and pushed her plate away. I looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Will you just say it!" She blurted out.
"What?"
"What you are thinking." I kept my poker face so she continued. "It's all my fucking fault. Just say it and stop this silent treatment."
"It wasn't anyone's fault. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time." I kept my voice even although inside I was screaming.
"Then why the death stares?"
"I haven't..."
"I've been around you long enough to know. Just fucking say it."
I slammed my knife down hard on the table. It slipped from my hand, bounced once on the table then clattered to the floor.
"I'm not bla... blaming you." I said my voice cracking from the strain of trying to stay calm. "Maybe if you hadn't enjoyed it so much..."
"Enjoyed it?" Chloe stood up quickly and the chair she'd been sitting on cracked back against the wall.
"I want your cock..." I mimicked her pillow talk. "Fill me up..."
Claire's mouth opened and closed it a couple of times without any sound coming out before she regained the power of speech.
"I was just giving him what he wanted. I didn't want the whole club piling into the room." She wasn't as strident now. Her hands fidgeted with a button on her pajama top. "It was like I was acting."
"Acting? Really? Well I guess you are the Meryl Streep of porn. I mean even your body put on a show. More cream than a dairy cow..." I threw Jim's words back at her.
"It didn't worry you when you fucked me after he'd finished both times." She shot back. "And what about Brienne of Tarth with your cock down her throat?"
This time I struggled with a reply.
