It was a perfect California evening, warm and inviting for a stroll. The San Francisco ballet had been breathtaking and as the couple walked back to the hotel James looked at his wife, Rachel, remembering how she was as a member of the corps de ballet. In the four years since she left, her beauty had not waned in the least. Her dark shoulder-length hair was sleek and shining, her green eyes sparkled, her smile was still radiant, and her body was still lithe with long legs and slim torso. Some men may not like her small tits, but they were classic in a form-fitting ballet leotard. As they entered the lobby, James offered.
"Want to stop in the lounge for a nightcap? It might be the last time we can do this for a long time."
Rachel smiled and agreed. Although they had a reasonably secure living, things had taken a bad turn in his company and James had been laid off and hadn't been able to find a new position in the current economic climate. Rachel had been away from the ballet too long. The best she could do was make a small paycheck as a clerk in a women's boutique. Money was tight and this was their last social entertainment.
They went into the darkened lounge off the lobby and saw that all the small tables were filled but there were three empty places at the small bar. James tilted his head toward the bar with a questioning look on his face and Rachel nodded in agreement. They took two seats and James ordered two glasses of white wine knowing his wife's preference. He still admired her classic look as she sat musing over her glass. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. Her waist was belted by a thin metal belt of linked titanium. The skirt of her dress fell to just above her knees as she hooked her little strappy high-heeled sandals over the steel footrest. In the low light, her small diamond earrings and necklace sparkled.
As they sat quietly enjoying the ambiance, another man entered the lounge and glanced around to find the empty seat next to Rachel. He was tall with black curly hair and blue eyes. He flashed a dimpled smile at Rachel asking, "Are you holding this for anyone?"
"No," Rachel returned the smile. He ordered a scotch and sat down and after a bit began chatting with Rachel, small talk asking if she was visiting the city.
"No, we drove up for a weekend but we live only a half hour away."
She continued introducing herself and her husband. James reached across and shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, James. My name's Mike."
Talk swung to the ballet and how Rachel had been a dancer with them. As they talked, Rachel turned more toward Mike since they seemed to be carrying on most of the conversation. James bought a round of drinks switching to scotch himself. It went down smoothly and Mike offered to buy a round and as he and Rachel continued their conversation, Mike's arm came up to rest on the back of Rachel's chair and it almost seemed as if he absentmindedly began lightly stroking Rachel's back along the thin spaghetti straps with his finger tips. It may have been the drinks, but James found it strangely erotic to see Mike touching his wife like that. As he watched, Rachel slowly turned toward Mike, bit-by-bit, during their conversation. James couldn't discern what they were saying and soon Rachel was sitting with her back to her husband intent on Mike's words. James ordered another scotch for himself.
He busied himself looking around at the other patrons in the bar as Rachel and Mike carried on their low conversation. Half the people had left the room when Rachel turned back to her husband, her eyes sparkling, and laid her hand upon his.
"James, Mike wants me to come up to his room. And he wants you there too."
James tilted his head inquiringly at his wife.
"And what do you want?"
"I wouldn't go without you."
"That doesn't answer the question. What do you want?"
Rachel licked her lips and whispered, "I want to go."
James got off the bar stool and looked at Mike who remained cool. He tossed a few bills on the bar and held out his arm to Rachel.
"Then let's go."
They left the room and crossed the lobby to the elevator bank. Once in the car, Mike pushed the button for his floor and turned to Rachel and kissed her lightly on the lips. James stood back knowing that Rachel must be thoroughly turned on to think about having sex with another man. He had to admit to himself that he found it arousing and curious as to why Mike wanted him in the room too...perhaps to watch his wife get fucked? The door slid open and Mike led the way to his room, unlocked the door and waved them inside.
Mike was wearing a shirt and slacks. He waved toward a chair.
"You can put your jacket there, James. Then I want you to get under the bed."
"Under the bed! What are you talking about? I'm not going..."
Rachel came to him, kissing him lightly on his lips, "Do it darling. Please."
James couldn't deny that his body was reacting to the idea as he felt his cock pressing against his pants. He tossed his jacket onto the chair and laid on the floor on his back and scooted under the bed. All he could see were Mike's and Rachel's legs. Mike walked away and turned on a radio. The strains for Sinatra singing floated into the room as Mike turned the lights low. James watched as the two pairs of legs came together and began dancing. Music..."Keep that breathless charm, won't you please arrange it 'cause I love you, just the way you look tonight." Rachel's legs spun out, twirling as Mike led her through the dance, out, coming back together...close...close...holding still. Holding...holding close. Rachel raised one leg off the floor, the lower half of her leg held out horizontally. Her dress sliding down. James reached down to feel his hardening cock. Mike's shirt joined her dress on the floor. His pants and underwear dropped. Rachel's bra followed and James watched as her thumbs hooked into her panties and pulled them down as she simultaneously slipped off her sandals. James could just make out Mike's hands cupping Rachel's ass as they stood, swaying slightly to the music. The legs moved closer to the bed, first Rachel's legs disappeared as the mattress above James sagged, followed by Mike.
James strained to listen to what was happening a couple of inches above him. He could hear heavy breathing followed by muffled vocal sounds.
"MMmmm...Ungggg...ooohhhhh oh yes...yes..."
He recognized his wife's soft voice urging Mike on the way she had so often urged him. James undid the front of his pants to free his straining cock. As the mattress moved rhythmically above him, he began to stroke his aching cock...feeling good...sooo good. Above him, the movement increased.
"MMMMmmm oh yeah...fuck.," Mike's voice grunting, "Ugh ugh ugh...tight cunt...tight fucking cunt...you are a hot fucking cunt...ugh ugh ugh. Mmm...wait...wait..."
James hanging on every word and every sound continued to pleasure his cock. Above him, the weight shifted and Rachel's legs came into view followed quickly by Mike's calves. Mike's weight was on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, the back of his calves inches away from James. Mike spread his feet apart and James watched as Rachel knelt between Mike's legs, her smooth thighs facing James as he kept stroking. Mike's weight pressed the mattress down as he laid back across the bed and James heard the soft sound of Rachel's mouth, soft sucking sounds.
"Ughggnnnnnnggh yeah, yeah...cocksucking bitch...do it. Suck my cock. Unnnggggg."
James wouldn't have stopped her if he could. He was feeling too horny himself knowing that his wife was sucking another man's cock inches away and all he could hear was Mike's pleasure from her mouth. He watched fascinated as Rachel's fingers began to work her wet pussy. He could hear her moaning as she sucked...
"MMmgggnnnnmmmm."
