Cindy couldn't believe she'd gone along with this. She paced nervously around the hotel room. Her husband, Doug, was taking a shower, and she could hear him singing. He was very relaxed about this. She wondered if he'd done something like this before. Every sound outside the door, Cindy braced herself for a knock.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" she asked herself. "A hooker of all things?"
It had taken quite a few calls to get what they were after, and at the time the difficulty had made it seem all the more adventurous and exciting, and that had kept Cindy going for a while, but now that it was about to happen for real, she wasn't sure why on earth she had gone along with this.
"Come on," Doug had said, "it's just one time. Let's give it a try."
And so they called around to find a hooker of a particular general description who did threesomes with a man and a woman.
The idea had never crossed Cindy's mind. She was perfectly happy with Doug, and had no need to spice up their love life. Still, he seemed excited about this idea, and she supposed it wouldn't be too bad. She wouldn't have to really do anything with the girl, just with Doug. She might even be able to close her eyes most of the time and not have to watch anything Doug did with the hooker.
She also couldn't believe she'd gone along with Doug's requests about the girl's appearance, but she had been caught up in the moment, and had appreciated the erotic value of what they were doing.
"She here yet?" Doug asked, stepping out from the shower.
"No, I would have told you, Doug," she said -- almost snapped. "Sorry, I'm just getting nervous."
He smiled at her and came over to give her a kiss. "This is going to be so much fun, honey," he promised.
She looked at his naked body and saw that, while not hard, he was certainly aroused. That reminded her of why she was doing this, and she smiled back at him and gave his manhood a loving pat. "Okay, I'll try to relax."
He kissed her again and then pulled on boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt. He was a handsome man of 45, not a super-stud, but in good enough shape, and with an attractive face and confident bearing. His shoulders were broad, his hands strong, his abdomen only slightly rounded by beer. "Why don't you go take a shower and relax a little, babe?"
Cindy hesitated, but new it would help. "Okay, let me know if she gets here."
"Of course, wouldn't dream of starting without you," he assured her.
She nodded, and went to go steam off some of her tension. As long as they were going to do this, she might as well relax and try to enjoy it. She kept telling herself that as she undressed, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a couple years younger than Doug with olive-skin, straight brown hair just past her shoulders, oval-shaped brown eyes, and lips which Doug always told her looked as if they were made to suck cock. Her curves were good and her waist lean, even if her figure wasn't altogether quite as tight as it had been in her youth. She was still voluptuous and had worked hard not to let that turn into overweight as she aged.
In the shower, Cindy let the streams of hot water massage her troubles away. She liked her hot showers to be extra hot and steamy, and this was no exception. She stood for a good several minutes just soaking up the heat and moisture, eyes closed, breathing deeply. It was just as she reached for the soap, that she heard a sound and froze in place.
"Hello?" she called out. No response. Must have been in an adjoining room. She went back to showering, and picked up the soap. Suddenly the shower curtain pulled aside, and before Cindy knew what was going on, she was no longer alone in the shower.
There she was. Just as they had asked for. 21 to 24 years old, average height, lean but not skinny, very long very light, almost white-blonde hair, falling straight and all the way to her hips. Soft, creamy skin. Overdeveloped but very firm breasts. Round hips and a show-off ass. Thighs that tapered down to her knees. Calves that curved like pieces of art. The spitting image of the daughter they hadn't seen in two years, Kelly.
"Hi," Cindy stammered. She tried to ask what the girl was doing getting into the shower with her, but she didn't get that far.
The girl smiled. God, it even looked like Kelly's smile. She reached out and took the soap. "Here, let me," she said. "But first I'd better get myself all wet."
She slide in under the shower water, her lithe body rubbing up against Cindy's. Cindy gasped, finding the sensation of contact with woman flesh unexpectedly pleasant, if unnerving. Once she was thoroughly soaked, the girl smiled again and started to lather up the soap in her hands. "I'm Kelly," she said, "It's nice to meet you."
Cindy shuddered, not sure whether it was erotic or creepy that the girl was even using their daughter's name.
"I can finish my shower myself," Cindy said, trying to sound assertive but knowing that the attempt failed.
"You can, but why?" The erstwhile Kelly laughed. "Wouldn't you rather have a pair of soft hands to help you?" She reached out and started to soap Cindy's upper arms. The married woman sighed, enjoying how the girl massaged and cleaned and caressed her all at once. "Besides," the hooker said, "I want to feel your delicious curves sliding underneath my hands."
