In Chapter 1 Janice and Charles begin playing their special game where they take turns picking a third person to add variety and spice to their sex life for one night. They are in a hotel restaurant, and it is Janice's turn. Together they entice a handsome man named William, who turns out to be a very alpha male. After some exciting goings on in the restaurant William takes them up to their hotel room. You will enjoy this chapter more if you go back and read Chapter 1 first. As always your feedback is appreciated.
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It took me a few minutes to put myself back together, and by that time William had led Janice out of the restaurant. The orgasm that I had experienced was one for the record books, and the underside of the table bore the evidence. God that was hot!
When I got to the lobby they were waiting by the elevators. He had his arm around her, with his hand on her hip possessively pulling her against him. It was clear from her posture and the look in her eyes that she was still highly aroused. The elevator doors opened and we got in, joining a middle aged couple who were also going up.
"What floor is your room on?" asked William, directing the question to me as he slid his hand from Janice's hip to her ass. He had metamorphosed from cautious stranger to dominant male. "Your wife has invited me to come to your room."
As the doors closed the other people looked at my red face and downcast eyes and whispered to each other. My humiliation was obvious to everyone in the elevator. I was both embarrassed and excited by seeing this man blatantly feel my wife's ass in front of strangers and having her accept it.
"We're on twenty-one," I said.
William pushed the button and turned to the other couple. "Your floor?"
"Seventeen," said the man, his eyes on Janice's ass and the hand that was massaging it. The woman stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched. With a soft hum the car started upward.
"Don't you think she has a nice rear end?" William said to the man.
"Yes indeed," said the man.
"Howard!" exclaimed his wife.
William was not through humiliating me. "Her husband has been kind enough to offer her to me. I am going with them to their room, where I intend to fuck her brains out. What do you think of that?"
"Goodness..." said the woman.
Howard's eyes got wide, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. The elevator stopped and they got out, the woman almost running. William was chuckling, enjoying himself immensely at my expense. As for my wife Janice, she was standing with her eyes closed, meekly accepting William's roving fingers.
We got out on our floor and I led them down the hall. I could hear little gasps coming from Janice as he pinched her butt.
"You like this don't you Charles," he said. "I'll bet you're hard again already. Power is an aphrodisiac, even for the cuckolded husband. In the good old days it wasn't unusual for a bride groom to get off watching the feudal lord claim his right to fuck the bride on the first night. Janice knows this and is going to submit to whatever I want, right in front of you. Right Janice?"
"Yes sir. Charles is going to enjoy watching you have your way with me."
As the elevator continued upward I thought about what William had said. It was certainly true that I was turned on by the idea of the power he had over me as well as Janice. Maybe it was nature's way of guaranteeing that the strong males made more babies than the weak ones. The sexual pleasure that came from acquiescing when the alpha male took your woman kept you from interfering.
We had reached our door. As I fumbled with the key, William pushed Janice up against the wall and kissed her. She went limp in his arms, offering her lips. My cock strained in my pants.
The door opened and I went in to turn on the lamp on the desk. The overhead light would have been much too bright. William grabbed Janice's hair and pulled her in behind him, like a caveman bringing a captured woman back to his liar.
He kicked the door closed behind him and looked at me. "Make me a drink," he snarled.
Our room was a large suite with a kitchenette and separate bedroom. I went to the mini refrigerator and began pulling out all the little bottles of liquor. We were all going to need a drink, or two, or three. William had taken off his necktie and was using it to bind Janice's hands behind her back. Her eyes were hot.
"What kind of drink would you like?" My voice was quivering with excitement as I played my role. It was like William was the king and I was bringing him gifts of wine and women.
"Scotch," he said. "Straight, on ice."
My hand shook as I pulled out the ice tray and popped a couple of cubes into a glass. He was watching me and noticed the small tub of ice cream in the freezer.
"What else have you got in there?" he asked.
"Some rum raisin ice cream," I said.
He smiled. "Good. I may have a use for that later."
With a flourish he finished tying Janice's hands and turned her around. "Look at her. Isn't she beautiful, so helpless and vulnerable, and so so hot. See how her hard little nipples are pushing against her dress. She can't wait for me to pinch them and put my hand on her pussy—again."
"Yes she is beautiful," I said, handing him his drink. "This is what she wanted tonight."
"Is that right, Janice? Is this what you wanted to happen?"
Before she could respond he slapped her on the cheek, hard enough to make her eyes water. It was a gesture of power and control, and it let her know that what was coming was not going to be gentle. She whimpered but thrust her body forward, offering herself.
I was frozen in place, knowing that she did not want me to rescue her even if I could. Without thinking I twisted the cap off of the bottle in my hand and poured the contents down my throat.
William laughed. "Your slutty wife needs it bad. You have obviously not been enough of a man for her. Now get over here and bare those nice tits for me."
He sat in a comfortable chair and watched as I put down the bottle and approached my wife. She squared her shoulders and gave me little smile. From past experiences I knew she was proud of her tits and liked to have them admired. I walked her into position in front of William, so that her chest was only a few feet from his face. Then I went behind her and reached around to start loosening the buttons.
"Stop," he ordered after the second button. "She is not wearing a bra and I want to see her flesh exposed gradually. Position the dress so that I can see the slopes of her breasts but not the nipples."
I undid one more button and pulled the dress to the sides. The fabric was hanging on her stiff nipples like a dish cloths on hooks. My wife's tits stood high and proud, the creamy skin tight and inviting. William took a deep breath. I pushed the hardness in my pants up against her ass.
