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If you haven't read part I that would be a good place to start:
Thursday
My wife and I slept in on Thursday morning after our late night trip to the adult theater. We spent the rest of the day in downtown Chicago playing tourist; starting with lunch in a garden restaurant at the Art Institute, my wife's minor was art; and then some window shopping along Michigan Avenue. My wife had worn her new denim mini-skirt, which was long compared to what she would normally wear, a simple off-white silk blouse without a bra, ankle socks and comfortable walking shoes. She did manage to find this tiny little plaid skirt that we bought in a small boutique on Michigan Avenue, along with a pair of over the knee white stockings. She was planning to wear them when we went back to the adult theater we'd discovered the night before; but, as it turned out, we ended up not going back there again. We had dinner and then walked around for a while. It was soon obvious that the area was deserted. The stores were all closed. It was a ghost town, so we flagged down a taxi for the ride back to our motel.
Towards the end of the ride back to our motel we passed two adult bookstores just a few miles down the road from where we were staying, on the same road. My wife had pointed them out after elbowing me in the ribs to get my attention. Evidently she'd enjoyed the night before even more than I'd realized. But we didn't visit them either. Instead, while still in the cab, we'd decided to stay in and call it a night. That way we could get an early start and go back downtown first thing in the morning and really play tourist. We didn't have to start getting ready for the wine and dine and a possible Game night until six or so on Friday, which would give us plenty of time to explore the city; and then we had all day Saturday too!
The cabbie dropped us off in front of our motel and, while gathering our purchases, I asked my wife if she felt like stopping for a drink at the bar in the motel next door before we called it a night. The place we were staying didn't have a bar. She said it sounded nice, so I offered to take our purchases back to my room while she went next door. We split up at the entrance and my wife went next door to the lounge.
When I got to my room there was a light flashing on the phone indicating that I had a message. I threw our purchases on the bed and called the front desk. The message was 'call Walter.' I stopped to use the bathroom and then tried to call Walter. It was just after 6pm in California and I was pretty sure that he would still be in his office. I missed him at work and got the answering service. He was gone for the day. I moved our purchases from my bed to the closet in my wife's room and closed the connecting door without even thinking about it, then tried calling Walter at home. His wife answered. Walter wasn't there yet, but he was due any time. I tried again about ten minutes later and caught him walking in the door. His wife told me that he would be right there and put down the phone. It was another five minutes before he picked up the phone. The important message was that Steve had decided that he wanted to have his car so we were canceling the limo. He would drive himself to the restaurant. Like that had any affect on me! Then he decided to chit-chat!
"How did the convention go?"
"Just fine. Very interesting!" (Not!)
"Did my wife arrive safely?"
"Yes she did, and thanks again for flying her out."
"Not a problem. It was my pleasure. The very least I could do," he said; and so on for what seemed like forever until he finally said, "well, I should let you get back to that beautiful wife of yours" and we said our goodbyes.
It was a half hour by the time I made it next door to the lounge. My wife was at the far end of the bar sitting between two guys in suits - but then a good sized portion of the male population still all wore suits back then. As I approached I recognized them as two men from the conference. I made sure my wife saw me and grabbed a seat on the same side of the bar and four stools down from her. I'm guessing it was Tom nearest me, who turned to see who she'd smiled at. He and his twin brother Tim and I had a few drinks together here on Tuesday night after dinner. They were just about my age, maybe a year or two older. I was thirty five at the time and as mentioned earlier my wife, who prefers older men, was just weeks from her twenty-third birthday. The twins owned a network security company and had given two of the seminars I'd attended. My wife was in full flirt mode, putting her hands on their arms and laughing at something one or both of them had been saying, flouncing her hair with quick little head movements. I knew from my couple of hours with them two nights ago that the Irishmen were a lot of fun to be with, constantly cracking jokes and telling funny stories; and I was pretty sure that they had a red eye flight to somewhere east in the morning. Their laughing and talking and drinking went on for another forty-five minutes until the three of them got up and walked past me on their way out. One of them, Tom or Tim, who could tell, gave me this sly grin as they walked by, arm in arm in arm, with my wife in the middle. I had another drink and then headed back to the room. Normally, back at home, I would always wait for my wife to return to the bar. This time it was silly to wait in the bar because I was pretty sure that she was going to be in the middle for a while.
As soon I opened the door to my room I could hear muffled voices coming from my wife's room. They were in her room. The walls were really thin!
'Well,' I thought to myself 'this was why I got the room to begin with!' It was just a matter of luck that I'd closed the connecting door before I'd left to meet my wife! I will admit to listening in at the door every once in a while. It was impossible to even think about sleeping.
Four hours later my wife let herself into my room through the adjoining door. She was naked. As she lowered herself on my dick she flooded my balls and the sheets with twin rivers of spunk. I lasted about two minutes the first time, but after that we made love; slow and tender.
(To be continued ... )
Thursday
My wife and I slept in on Thursday morning after our late night trip to the adult theater. We spent the rest of the day in downtown Chicago playing tourist; starting with lunch in a garden restaurant at the Art Institute, my wife's minor was art; and then some window shopping along Michigan Avenue. My wife had worn her new denim mini-skirt, which was long compared to what she would normally wear, a simple off-white silk blouse without a bra, ankle socks and comfortable walking shoes. She did manage to find this tiny little plaid skirt that we bought in a small boutique on Michigan Avenue, along with a pair of over the knee white stockings. She was planning to wear them when we went back to the adult theater we'd discovered the night before; but, as it turned out, we ended up not going back there again. We had dinner and then walked around for a while. It was soon obvious that the area was deserted. The stores were all closed. It was a ghost town, so we flagged down a taxi for the ride back to our motel.
Towards the end of the ride back to our motel we passed two adult bookstores just a few miles down the road from where we were staying, on the same road. My wife had pointed them out after elbowing me in the ribs to get my attention. Evidently she'd enjoyed the night before even more than I'd realized. But we didn't visit them either. Instead, while still in the cab, we'd decided to stay in and call it a night. That way we could get an early start and go back downtown first thing in the morning and really play tourist. We didn't have to start getting ready for the wine and dine and a possible Game night until six or so on Friday, which would give us plenty of time to explore the city; and then we had all day Saturday too!
The cabbie dropped us off in front of our motel and, while gathering our purchases, I asked my wife if she felt like stopping for a drink at the bar in the motel next door before we called it a night. The place we were staying didn't have a bar. She said it sounded nice, so I offered to take our purchases back to my room while she went next door. We split up at the entrance and my wife went next door to the lounge.
When I got to my room there was a light flashing on the phone indicating that I had a message. I threw our purchases on the bed and called the front desk. The message was 'call Walter.' I stopped to use the bathroom and then tried to call Walter. It was just after 6pm in California and I was pretty sure that he would still be in his office. I missed him at work and got the answering service. He was gone for the day. I moved our purchases from my bed to the closet in my wife's room and closed the connecting door without even thinking about it, then tried calling Walter at home. His wife answered. Walter wasn't there yet, but he was due any time. I tried again about ten minutes later and caught him walking in the door. His wife told me that he would be right there and put down the phone. It was another five minutes before he picked up the phone. The important message was that Steve had decided that he wanted to have his car so we were canceling the limo. He would drive himself to the restaurant. Like that had any affect on me! Then he decided to chit-chat!
"How did the convention go?"
"Just fine. Very interesting!" (Not!)
"Did my wife arrive safely?"
"Yes she did, and thanks again for flying her out."
"Not a problem. It was my pleasure. The very least I could do," he said; and so on for what seemed like forever until he finally said, "well, I should let you get back to that beautiful wife of yours" and we said our goodbyes.
It was a half hour by the time I made it next door to the lounge. My wife was at the far end of the bar sitting between two guys in suits - but then a good sized portion of the male population still all wore suits back then. As I approached I recognized them as two men from the conference. I made sure my wife saw me and grabbed a seat on the same side of the bar and four stools down from her. I'm guessing it was Tom nearest me, who turned to see who she'd smiled at. He and his twin brother Tim and I had a few drinks together here on Tuesday night after dinner. They were just about my age, maybe a year or two older. I was thirty five at the time and as mentioned earlier my wife, who prefers older men, was just weeks from her twenty-third birthday. The twins owned a network security company and had given two of the seminars I'd attended. My wife was in full flirt mode, putting her hands on their arms and laughing at something one or both of them had been saying, flouncing her hair with quick little head movements. I knew from my couple of hours with them two nights ago that the Irishmen were a lot of fun to be with, constantly cracking jokes and telling funny stories; and I was pretty sure that they had a red eye flight to somewhere east in the morning. Their laughing and talking and drinking went on for another forty-five minutes until the three of them got up and walked past me on their way out. One of them, Tom or Tim, who could tell, gave me this sly grin as they walked by, arm in arm in arm, with my wife in the middle. I had another drink and then headed back to the room. Normally, back at home, I would always wait for my wife to return to the bar. This time it was silly to wait in the bar because I was pretty sure that she was going to be in the middle for a while.
As soon I opened the door to my room I could hear muffled voices coming from my wife's room. They were in her room. The walls were really thin!
'Well,' I thought to myself 'this was why I got the room to begin with!' It was just a matter of luck that I'd closed the connecting door before I'd left to meet my wife! I will admit to listening in at the door every once in a while. It was impossible to even think about sleeping.
Four hours later my wife let herself into my room through the adjoining door. She was naked. As she lowered herself on my dick she flooded my balls and the sheets with twin rivers of spunk. I lasted about two minutes the first time, but after that we made love; slow and tender.
(To be continued ... )
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