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.
"Seems like we both got a bit out of control." Claire said before she stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door.
I pushed my plate away. Nothing like a fight to suppress the appetite. I wanted to go to bed but now Claire controlled that space. Instead I cleaned up making as much noise as possible then flicked on the television. Nothing there captured my interest, I was still to worked up. Fuck it, I thought. It's my bed too.
I went to the door and listened. It was quiet. Opening it I could see Claire in bed facing away. I closed the door quietly then slipped into my side of the bed. Claire moved slightly, getting as far over her side as possible. I made sure I kept my distance. Two can play the no touching game. I tried closing my eyes but my brain was still rehashing all the fall out for the previous night and wouldn't switch off. Rolling onto my back I stared up into the darkness.
Claire moved too. She rolled into her back with a sigh. There was still a gap between us and I stayed frozen in place determined not to be the one who weakened. Claire's foot reached out and her toe brushed my leg. It could have been accidental but it wasn't. I had a few choices. Pull my leg away like a petulant teenager, stay still or reciprocate. I stayed still. Claire was going to have to come to me.
After a long pause her leg stretched out again only this time her toe maintained contact with my skin. Then she rolled towards me. Her body was now parallel and close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from it. I was sorely tempted to reach for her. Instead I stayed where I was until her hand lifted my arm. She snuggled against me with her head on my shoulder, arm across my chest and one leg stretched across mine. I dropped my arm down behind her and pulled her tight against my side. Neither of us said anything. I was finally drifting off to sleep when Claire spoke in a husky voice.
"I can't explain it." She paused and cleared her throat. "When he was ordering me around in the storeroom... and then when he touched... teased me. And you were there... with other strangers watching. It felt... I can't... it doesn't make sense but..." Claire's hand that had been resting on my chest balled up into a fist as she fought to find the words. "I got so turned on. My... I got so wet I could feel it trickling out."
As she spoke the images from the storeroom came back to me. The fat biker running his hands up and down her legs. When he'd moved behind her and played with her breasts and nipples only three feet in front of me. While I listened to Claire I replayed the scene in my head. Just like in that storeroom, my own cock began to rise again. I shifted a little trying to hide it. Claire's hand slid down my torso and wrapped around its base holding me in place.
"What happened when... I went to get the other room card?" My words caught in my throat as Claire's hand started languidly stroking me.
Claire moved up so her lips were closer to my ear and her breast pressed against my chest. I could clearly feel her hard nipple.
"He put his big cock in me Nath," she cooed in my ear. "He fucked me just like I wanted him to. Hard and rough."
I turned my face towards hers and we kissed hungrily. Claire stopped stroking and swung herself on top of me. I gripped her hips and pushed her down onto my dick. We kissed again as she began rocking.
"Fuck," Claire swore as she sat straight up on my cock. "You're big tonight Nathan. Did it turn you on watching me get fucked?"
I couldn't answer. I concentrated on fucking her as she rocked back and forth. My hands found her tits and I squeezed and pulled them much harder then I normally would. I was getting close when Claire seized my hands and pushed them above my head. She was leaning over me again, her breasts brushed my chest, her head just above mine.
"Tell me Nath, did it turn you on? Watching me get used like a slut. Is that why you couldn't keep your hands off me?"
Again I didn't respond. To give me more incentive Claire lifted herself off me so her pussy lips were just kissing the head of my cock.
"Tell me Nath," she repeated.
"Yes!" I grunted lifting my hips trying to get back inside her.
"You like slutty Claire?" She started rocking back and forth slightly.
"Yes, I like slutty Claire."
"Like or love?"
"Love damn it! I love you, you slut."
