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“Well, maybe we should just leave.” Staci said, dejected. This romantic weekend getaway was turning into anything but. She and her husband Kevin had won this trip and it was all they could talk about for the past few weeks, but from the get-go it seemed to be doomed to fail.

They had run into trouble leaving, had to find a last-minute solution for the k**s when the first plan fell though, the car had overheated twice while they made the long drive to Nashville, and now that they had finally checked into their room in this fancy hotel, it was NOT what they were expecting. It was an older hotel, and the room sure showed it. Dirty sink, tattered bedspread, carpets that blackened their socks after only a few minutes walking around… Staci wasn’t sure she could even sleep in this room.

Kevin was fuming; he had especially been looking forward to the chance to rekindle the romance with his beautiful wife. She was still so sexy to him, but she often had a hard time getting relaxed enough to enjoy their intimate times together—she was always worried about something at the house, always held a little of herself back, always a little less than present, a little reserved and distracted when they made love. He was hoping that this trip would be the key to unlock her desire, to make her want it like she used to, but it was all turning into shit. But they still had tickets to some area attractions and a couple of gift certificates to nice restaurants to use and he wasn’t about to turn around and make that long drive home, not yet.

A note next to the telephone read: “Need assistance? Anything, anytime, Consider It Done. Dial 9000 on your room phone.” On a whim, he snatched it off the cradle and mashed the buttons, ready to read someone the riot act.

The man who answered was courteous and polite, and he listened patiently to Kevin’s rant, which included problems that were not the fault of the hotel (Kevin was too upset to care) and the operator on the line asked Kevin to hold for a moment.
As he waited, Staci tried to get him to calm down. “They can’t help this stuff, honey. We can get the car looked at tomorrow, and we can at least have dinner tonight. I’m sure we can make it in here ONE night…”

“This is the McGavock Hotel,” he fumed back. “Supposed to be one of the nicest—“ he was cut off as the operator returned to the line. They spoke briefly and Kevin said “OK” and hung up.

“What did they say?” Staci asked.

“Said he’s coming up here and he’s going to take care of the problem. We’ll see about that. Hope he brings a whole cleaning crew…” he growled sourly. The radio station they had won this trip from was definitely going to hear about this.

A few minutes later there was a soft tap at their door. Kevin opened it to a tall, broad shouldered man in a black suit. The embossed gold badge over the breast pocket of his suit jacket identified him as one of the hotel’s managers on duty. He smiled warmly at the couple as he stepped into the doorway, not entering the room all the way. “Hi, I’m Mike from the 'Consider it Done' line. I came up here to see what kind of dungeon we stuck you guys in.” he proffered a little laugh, and Staci returned it politely. Kevin was still upset. As Mike spoke, his eyes were scanning the room, and little frowns fleetingly crossed his face.

“We just… it just seems kind of dirty in here… ?” Staci offered.

“It’s filthy. This is not the kind of thing we expected from a famous hotel.” Kevin added.

“And you’re absolutely right,” said Mike, shaking his head a little. His steely gray eyes narrowed a bit. Kevin noticed from the movement that his hair wasn’t just slicked back, it was quite long, pulled into a ponytail dangling down the back of his suit jacket. It was light brown but heavily streaked with gray.

“So can we get the room cleaned, or…” Kevin asked.

“Well it WILL be tidied, I assure you, and someone’s going to get a little extra training as well on how to make our guests feel comfortable with a clean room, but for you guys I have another idea. Have you unpacked yet?” Mike’s demeanor was calm and friendly, putting them both a little more at ease.

“Nope. We just got in here a few minutes ago, but we took a look around, and…” Kevin made a little gesture encompassing the room.

“Great,” he leaned back out the doorway, gestured to someone down the hall they couldn’t see. “Let’s get your stuff on this baggage cart and see if we can’t find you something a little more hospitable. I saw that you guys came to us all the way from Alabama, right?”

“Yep, we won a contest,” said Staci, already gathering her duffle and suitcase.

“That sounds really great. Well I’m gonna snatch victory from the jaws of defeat here, if you’ll give me a chance. I intend for y’all to go back home telling everyone how great this weekend turned out to be.” He smiled broadly at them as he took the baggage cart from the bellman who brought it to him and rolled it though the doorway. He nodded to their bags and the bellman loaded the cart for them and Mike told him he would take care of it the rest of the way, and he nodded and left.

“Shall we?” Mike asked, with a flourishing gesture into the hallway.

The hotel was simply enormous. They walked from one hallway to another, through lobbies and public sitting areas and out into one of the famous glassed-in gardens the place was known for. Mike was a fount of information, telling them about the hotel and its history, the species of plants along the paths they walked, asking them questions about their plans for the trip. Finally, after one more elevator ride they walked down a stretch of hallway with only a couple of doors in it. He stopped next to a door with a plaque that said “Portico Suite”. Kevin and Staci exchanged a wondering look.

Mike produced a key card and deftly swiped the door lock, pushing it open and handing the card to Kevin as he entered behind him. “I think you guys might find this a little more to your liking,” he grinned.

The room was enormous, with 12 foot ceilings, a large, rounded bed bigger than a king size in the very center, with rich mahogany paneling on the walls, oil paintings in sconces around the perimeter, fresh flowers in vases situated on various antique tables and other furnishings. A baby grand piano rested on a dais in one corner. The entire opposite wall was covered by curtains which revealed floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the gardens they had walked through to get there. A waterfall foamed and splashed just a few feet away from the little balcony beyond the window wall they stood behind. It was simply beautiful-- spacious, airy, richly appointed. Expensive-looking.

“This is…” Kevin began, but trailed off, words failing him.

“Is this for US?” Asked Staci in shock. Her pretty smile really lit up her face. She was slender and attractive even in a plain blouse and jeans, Mike noted. He didn’t want to stare too hard, but her happiness was infectious and he couldn’t help but imagine the kinds of fun they would be having in here once he left. He wished he could be a fly on the wall, as he usually did. Making guests this happy made him happy, in a way, but he was thinking about a little different kind of joy as he stole glances at Staci.

“Hope you guys will forgive our little error here,” he continued. “Please accept this upgrade with our apologies and give us another chance to make this a memorable trip for the RIGHT reasons.” He finished with another warm grin. He pulled the luggage cart further in the room, let the door close. “Can I put your bags here for you?”

“Sure,” said Kevin. “This is… this is real nice, uh, Mike. Are you sure this is… OK?”

Mike laughed a little. “We usually don’t make a dime on this room, you believe it? We get lots of conventions here and stuff, and the organizers or executives get this room or a couple others like it as a comp for bringing us so much business. No conventions big enough right this minute so it’s just gonna sit empty until next week so I figure it might as well be put to some good use, right? Not too shabby as far as upgrades go.”

“Not too shabby at ALL,” breathed Kevin, still marveling at the space.

“I’m so glad you like it. And you, too, ma’am. Make sure he takes you somewhere nice for dinner since this is turning around for ya,” he favored her with another smile, and she smiled warmly back. He was so big, and his glimmering eyes were so piercing and intense. He moved around the room checking over things with easy grace despite his size—he had to be six and a half feet tall.

“So we aren’t going to have to pay for any of—“

“No sir, your accommodations were already paid for, and this is just a complimentary upgrade. All you have to do is enjoy yourself. And if you need recommendations for places to eat or things to see, or tickets, please just give me a shout,” in a flash there was a business card in his hand that he handed to Kevin. “Just ask for me by name, I’m here until 11 tonight. After that, just call the CID line and someone else will help you, just maybe not as well as me.” He chuckled as he finished, moved toward the door.

“Hey,” Kevin called to him as he opened the door, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“No, that’s not necessary,” Mike said, indicating that he put it away. “Just make the most of it, and that’s enough for me, OK?”

“Oh we sure will,” he answered. “We’re going to Merchants tonight and maybe the Wild Horse Saloon.”

“You’re gonna love it. May be counter-intuitive, but their fish tacos are the best you’ll find for 500 miles. The blackened tilapia is also to die for. Have fun at the Wild Horse but wear your sensible shoes, all that dancin’.” He laughed again and then he was gone.

“Can you believe THIS?” Kevin asked his wife when they were alone.
Staci just giggled and flopped spread-eagle on the huge rounded bed. She looked happier than he had seen her in years.

A couple of hours later, they were almost dressed to go out. “But what if, I’m just saying.”

“Honey, it’s… I like thinking about it, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

“Well I know it’s far-fetched, but just keep an open mind about it, is what I’m saying. We don’t get too many chances like this. And we’ve talked about stuff just like this.”

“I know, but… I just want to go eat and have a good time, OK? Let’s not make all kinds of other plans.”

“All right honey. But I saw you looking at that manager guy, Mike.”

“He’s awesome. I mean, look at this place.”

“Yeah, it’s great and he was really nice. But I don’t think that’s what you were thinking when you were looking at him.”

She blushed. “C’mon…”

“Just saying what we both know. Big guy like that? You know what he’s probably got. And there are probably lots of guys here you might like. Cowboys and stuff.”

“Kevin…? Drop it, OK?”

“All right, sorry. It’s just that I know this is something you want. You told me you did.”

“Yeah but it’s easy to think about and say it when I’m… you know.”

“Wet and horny?”

She blushed deeper, didn’t reply.

“I just love you so much and want to see you happy. Really happy. I don’t want you to have any regrets in our life together.”

“I know it baby. And I love you too. You’re all I ever need.”

It was sweet, but he knew it wasn’t entirely true. She was a good loyal woman but he knew she had fantasies he couldn’t fulfill alone. And he still hungered to see her lose the inhibitions she always seemed to come to bed with. He knew she could, in the right situation. But he didn’t know how to create it.

They finally found their way back into the main lobby. Kevin didn’t want to drive their car, as it was still acting up and he had heard how difficult parking was downtown. He was going to see if there were a shuttle or cab they could take.

Truth be told, he also wanted to get Staci in front of Mike again, if he could. He had definitely seen a subtle but instantaneous reaction to him on her face, and it was worth pursuing, maybe. Kevin spotted him instantly, towering over another employee across the lobby near the front desk. A subtle glance beside him made him grin; Staci had spotted him too, and the smile on her face was girlish, shy. She followed her husband over towards where Mike stood, nodding to the other employee as he turned to go.

Kevin turned to Staci. “Hey, there’s Mike. I, uh… I gotta run to the restroom right quick before we go, shoulda gone before we left the room. You think you can ask him if there’s a shuttle or something downtown?”

“Honey, uh…?” She looked mildly alarmed.

“He said he’d help with anything, and he’s a nice guy. Just ask him for us, please? I’ll be right back.” And he strode away before she could protest again, tingling inside at the thought of her with…

Mike spotted Staci about then, smiled broadly to her, ambled towards her. He gave Kevin a little wave as he passed, headed to the restrooms, which was returned as he walked.

“So how’s the room?” he asked, so close to her now he had to tilt his chin far down to look her in the face.

“Oh, it’s wonderful. I still can’t believe we are getting to stay in it. Are you sure you’re not going to get in trouble, or…?”

He laughed. “I have… considerable latitude in meeting opportunities like this,” he replied. “Don’t worry about me, just worry about having the time of your life the next couple of days.”

“Well you’re a hero in my book,” she said, casting her eyes shyly down. God they were beautiful eyes, Mike noted. “I plan to tell everyone how great the staff was here.”

“Good news,” he answered. “Make sure you spell my name right on the feedback form,” he added with another laugh.

She laughed too, and met his eyes again, and the laughter faded, and they were just looking at one another. A tingle ran from her neck to her nethers to see the intensity in his narrow eyes. She was blushing, she knew, and tried to look away.

“So, I guess you guys are headed downtown? Need advice or directions?”

“Kevin wants to take a cab, or see if there’s a shuttle or something…”

“Well there IS a shuttle, but in the interest of keeping my new favorite guests happy I’d recommend your letting me get you in a cab instead. Shuttle stops at like every block, and it’s full of loud, sweaty, drunken tourists. You are looking WAY too lovely to be in the middle of all that rabble,” he remarked with a little smirk. Her form-fitting dress showed how slender she was, accentuated the curves somehow, as well. She looked amazing, he had to admit to himself.

She laughed a little again, reeling a bit from being told she looked nice by this stranger. Even not meeting his eyes, she could tell that he was studying her, looking at her with an interest beyond what was professionally required. Her breathing was involuntarily getting deeper, and the tingling was almost unbearable. She needed to get away from him, or she needed…

“So a cab, huh.” She said, not knowing what else to say. Her brain was clouded by how close he was to her.

“Yes, Mrs.—“ he paused just a moment, eyes shifting off to his right; she could tell he was trying to remember the name on the reservation.

“It’s Staci. Staci’s fine.”

“Ok, Staci. Yeah I’d recommend that. Got several lined up out there already, no need to call. I’ll show you out there once Mr….” she detected his awkwardness again.

“Kevin, my husband’s Kevin.”

“Right. Once he returns, we’ll get you on your way. And once you’re ready to come back, there are plenty of cabs to flag down out there but if you have any trouble at all, please just give us a call here and we’ll take care of you.”

I bet you would, she thought to herself, shocked at her own mental boldness. He was so handsome, and he smelled good, and he was so big, so big he just had to have a big… God. He was just hot to her. And…

“Uh, um. Mhm.” Clearing his throat, standing up straighter, blinking a bit. He was reacting to something, and he was suddenly visibly nervous. “Look, here he comes now,” he said, seemingly relieved to be able to say it.

Staci wasn’t sure why he was acting that way until Kevin walked up to her and she saw his eyes fall to her chest, eyebrows arching. Her blood ran cold as she realized what he had seen with a glance: her sheer dress had shown the strap of every bra she had packed, and after trying them all on, she had decided to just forego the bra to preserve the lines of the dress. Her breasts were still quite firm and not too big and she had assumed she could get away with it but the flushed heat growing in the rest of her body had also stiffened her nipples, and she knew that was what he had seen. A subtle glance revealed they were plainly visible even to her.

She was mortified, but Kevin just hustled her along, arm around her shoulders, and he chatted with Mike as they walked past the valets to the cab stand and they were rolling away before she knew it. She caught a last glimpse of the big manager as he smiled warmly but a little wistfully as they passed him and pulled out onto the road leading back off the property.

It was a fun evening. The food, the music, the drinks, which had inspired both of them to dance until they were sweating. It had taken some doing for Kevin to get her to stop worrying about what had happened in the lobby, but once she relaxed about it, they enjoyed themselves immensely. The darkened dance floor had afforded Kevin the chance to press close to her, feel her sinuous movements against him, stiffening him a little and getting them trading hot flirty kisses as the booze and the music worked their magic on them. He rubbed his hands all over her, and kept trying to draw her attention to guys here and there, on the dance floor and by the bar. She had gamely danced with a few of them, demure and composed, and dutifully accepted a few drinks bought for her but as the night wore on, she fixated on Kevin and he on her and soon they were both itching inside for one another, and when she finally leaned close enough to him to whisper in his ear “I want you to fuck me on that big round bed” he was more than ready to hail them a cab.

He was aching in his pants, drunk enough not to care who saw as he pulled her hand to his crotch in the back seat. They kissed hungrily, deeply; she was raring to go, he could tell, and this much heat from her was making him crazy. She wanted it, more than she had in a long time, and the only worry he had was that his growing eagerness would make things happen too fast. She was sexy when she wanted to be, and right now she REALLY wanted to be. He had just enough presence of mind to stop her from climbing into his lap to straddle him as they pulled up to the hotel. They hurried through the mostly empty lobby, holding hands and giggling to one another as they got to the elevator. Once they were inside, she was on him again, pushing him into the corner to smother him with her lusty mouth, grinding her hips against him, panting with desire. Her heat was about to push him over the edge. Thankfully there was no one waiting when the door opened, and they stumbled hurredly in the direction of their room. After only a couple of wrong turns and detours into darkened corners for more kissing and hot touching, he finally slotted the key card into the door and they pushed through it together, letting it slam behind them as they stumbled towards that big bed, already pulling at one another’s clothes.

He wanted her so bad, and she was responding so beautifully, pulling her underwear aside to be touched, whimpering in her throat for him as he reached between her legs to find her soaked. They were close enough now to fall onto the bed, and she pulled him on top of her and they kissed more, tight together, humping and grinding against one another, gasping and desperate for one another. She squirmed beneath him, hips rocking, her hands trying to open his pants. In the next moment, he was in her hand, hard as iron, her insistent stroking of him bringing groans. He kissed her again, starving for her, and she was trying to open her legs to him but he was lying on one of them. His fingers made slick, squishing sounds against her pussy as he touched her and she humped urgently against his hand for a moment, her breathing ramping up strongly, looking like she was going to come. He needed her to stop stroking him, it just felt too good, but when he pulled one hand away the other found him immediately, and as his body stiffened from the pleasure of her touch she abruptly and with surprising strength threw him off her and onto his side, rolling on top of him and immediately sliding down to put him in her mouth.

She sucked his cock passionately, moaning with her hunger for it, filthy and erotic as her lips and tongue pushed his pleasure into something exquisite, perfect. He marveled at her energy, her hunger for it, so caught up in amazement at how good this was that he didn’t realize until it was too late that it felt TOO good, her mouth was TOO hungry, and with an anguished cry of pleasure mixed with distress, he abruptly felt his hips twitch, his loins burning hot, and he poured his thick semen out into her mouth, where she let it dribble back on to him in swirling white strings. His agonized pleasure subsided, still feeling his prostate pulsating, contracting a bit from the orgasm, but his heat faded quickly, and he started to get a little upset at what had just happened.

She smiled sheepishly up at him, his thick sperm still dangling from her lips and chin. “Sorry,” she breathed. “I got carried away.”

“So did I,” he replied quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

“We can.. we can still do other stuff, though..” she trailed off as she twisted a little onto her side, her hand investigating her own vagina. It came away shiny and damp.

“We shouldn’t have drunk so much,” he answered. “Now we’ve got this great room, and all the time in the world, but….” He was more than a little frustrated. It would take him a couple of hours to recharge, probably. She would likely be asleep by then, anyway. But she was so worked up, more than he had seen since he could remember. He thought he might need to see her satisfied more than she even needed it herself. Then he thought of the business card he’d stuck in his wallet. Glanced at his watch, 11:03. Mike was just off work, or so he had said.

“Gotta pee, honey,” said Staci, clambering out of bed and making for the bathroom. Kevin knew he wasn’t clearheaded but the booze and the lust had him whipping out his phone as soon as she was out of earshot.

Mike had just finished briefing the night manager on the events of the shift when the MOD phone rang. He recognized the number as the Portico, those contest winners, the ones with the hot wife. He decided he could take one more call this evening.

“Manager on duty, can I help you? Uh huh, yeah, hi, this is him, it’s me. Yeah. Is something wrong?” Travis, the night guy, perked up at that.

“Ok, that’s good. But what can I—uh huh. Uh huh. Well--- uh huh. I see. Well I’ll see what I can do. Be up in a moment, OK? Don’t worry.”

He hung up, smiling kind of strangely for a guy who just took on a task that involved a ten minute walk each way after he was already off the clock, Travis noted. Mike just said his goodnights, cut a key for the Portico and slipped it in his pocket as he strolled away.

He had broken a little sweat from the brisk walk from the lobby and he paused outside the door to the Portico. This part of the hotel was as still as the grave: none of the other suites on this side of the level were occupied. The hallway cameras still worked, and no doubt he was on all of them, but they would only be looked at if something was deemed to be wrong. Kevin had told him there was something about his wife Staci that Mike needed to know, and that it was important that he come right away. He didn’t exactly know what he was in store for, but he had felt a spark with the guy’s wife and was pretty confident she had felt it too. Some guys actually liked to… Mike smiled, but hesitated before putting the card in, decided to knock lightly instead.

He heard footfalls coming to the door and it cracked open and Kevin’s head poked out. Mike could hear the sound of Staci’s voice behind him, and Kevin nodded at Mike to wait and drew his head back in and spoke to her, and she replied. He couldn’t understand any of the words, but she sounded a bit agitated.

“Is everything all right?” he asked as Kevin opened the door wider to allow him to enter after a moment.
“Oh yeah, it’s fine, she’s OK. Will you come in for a second?”

“Um, sure. I’m kinda off the clock, but I like you guys.” He laughed a little.

“Yeah we like you too. We both do. You really hooked us up.” Kevin was smiling a little boozily at him.

“Well seeing as how you guys look like you’ve had some fun,” Mike remarked, taking in an empty champagne bottle, the rumpled bed, Kevin’s disheveled clothing, “it was my absolute pleasure. I hope miss Staci had a wonderful time as well…” he remarked equivocally, a meaningful smile crossing his face.

“Oh she did. She’s in the bathroom, she’ll be out in a minute. You were right about those fish tacos, by the way. Amazing.”
“Right? I don’t even like fish tacos and I eat ‘em. It’s the sauce, I think.”

“Yeah,” said Kevin absently. “Hey, my wife’s a nice lady, right?”

“Absolutely. She’s really nice. You guys both are, glad to have met you.”

“Well we have just had the best night. In this fabulous room, too. And we owe it to you.”

“Well I didn’t buy you dinner or take you out to cut a rug,” laughed Mike.

“But you turned it around for us. I thought this was turning out to be a nightmare. Turns out it’s been…”

“It’s been absolutely wonderful,” added Staci, breezing out of the bathroom in one of the plush cotton bathrobes the hotel provided for guests in the expensive suites. Her hair was damp like she had taken a shower. “We do owe it to you. Kevin was so upset about all the stuff… but tonight has been…”

They smiled at one another, made Mike smile to see it. The easy intimacy. And he couldn’t see a thing but skin everywhere that bathrobe ended or slipped aside. And he was really looking.

“I see you’ve got the bathrobe on.” Kevin said to her, still looking her in the eyes. It seemed to mean something that Mike didn’t get.
“Yeah,” she answered a little breathlessly, turning to look at Mike with an expression that got his pulse racing. It was friendly, but REALLY friendly. Her eyes were simmering, nostrils flaring slightly. This woman was quite aroused, he could tell even from where he sat. He hoped this was going the way it looked to be or the erection growing in his pants was going to be awfully embarrassing.
“Well I know they are comfortable, but if you’re planning on swiping one let me know, I’ll just get you a new one in the package.” He smiled.

“I don’t know how long she will keep that one on,” said Kevin cooly, still looking at Staci. She reddened and her eyes left Mike’s.
“Honey… “ she said quietly.

“What? Isn’t this… isn’t this what we talked about?”

“I know, it’s just… There’s…”

There was an awkward silence where the husband and wife made expressions at one another, a discussion without words. Mike felt the tension in the room acutely. He was still pretty hard, couldn’t stop thinking about her shucking off that robe. But he also didn’t want to get in trouble, here, or do anything that might upset anyone. It could get him canned on the spot, actually. What he was doing right now could.

“Hey, uh, guys? Kevin, Staci? Is there… Is there a reason you asked me up here? I’m detecting… well, not sure what’s going on. But… um. Is there something I can do for you? Either of you? Because I might could help out. I’m good at… lots of stuff. Different things. So…?”

Staci’s eyes had returned to rake him all over. He almost felt violated by the bold hunger in her eyes. Oh damn he could tell she wanted it. She wanted it badly. He didn’t look at his own lap, but he could see her eyes fixed there. She chewed her lip to see what he was growing there.

Kevin was watching her closely, his face showing openmouthed hunger too, and he glanced over to Mike. “She wants you. Take her,” he said, very quietly, just to him.

“Are you… Is this, OK, with you? Are you gonna…?”

“It’s more than OK. Please her. Can you? I want to see her cum.”

“Can you?” she echoed, her face almost distressed, breathing so hard.

“Oh I sure the fuck can,” Mike said, standing up, the tent in his pants much more visible now. “I know just how to make a pretty girl happy.”

Her eyes hadn’t left the ridge his cock was making in his slacks. “You do?” she was still panting deeply, her tone almost pleading.
He looked over to see Kevin licking his lips, his hand lying across his lap. He was burning holes in Staci with his eyes.

And she was hot as fuck. She took a tentative step towards Mike, pulling the bow knot on the tie of the robe, letting it fall loose at her sides. Mike could see her soft, slender, milk-white belly, the inner curve of her small, perky breasts, the dark patch of hair between her legs. She stood about five steps away, robe open, hips flexing a little, that smooth belly heaving. Constantly chewing and licking her lips. He was sure he caught a whiff of her scent from where he was; she was already wet.

Mike was panting too, now, completely focused on the bare flesh he could see of her torso and legs.

“My God, you are so fucking sexy. Kevin, do you see how fucking hot she is?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Now show her.”

She was looking at Mike like a cornered a****l. Still u*********sly opening her hips to him, moving them gently in the air. He wanted to grab her and—

He caught himself. This was to be savored. He used his hand to push on the base of his cock and make it tent his pants out even more. It got all her attention, and her mouth opened and stayed open, her lips shiny and slack.

“Come over here to me, honey, and let me make you feel good,” he said softly to her.

She looked to Kevin and then back to him. “It looks so big. Is it big?” She looked afraid to hear the answer. Her innocent need for it was making him throb so hard.

“Only one way to find out, sweetheart. I think you’ll like it, though. Come over here.”

“I---“ she looked to Kevin again. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing steadily there. He shared a long look with her, more wordless expressions, and she turned back to Mike and drew herself up, as if facing some kind of challenge. He looked down at her and smiled again. “It’s all right, OK? All right with him. And definitely all right with me. No one here’s gonna see you any way but beautiful tonight, baby. Because you are. Fucking gorgeous. The only other people in this room are just fucking drooling for your sexy little body. Now, we’re all in agreement that I should eat your delicious pussy and fuck you deep and hard with this big, fat cock till you’re screaming with pleasure, till you’re utterly satisfied, and just can’t take any more. Are you?”

Her breathing got more ragged and she drew closer as he went on, and by the time he asked her the last part she was right in front of him, shaking hands reaching out to graze his shirt, the waistband of his slacks. He responded by leaning closer, against her, pulling her to him with one arm, making sure his hard cock pressed firmly against her belly through his pants, cupping her cheek in his other hand, turning her up to look at him. The look she gave him was so unbearably horny he had to look away, and he surged and craned against her belly strongly enough to get her to pull her head away to look back down at it and pant some more. He caught at her face again, but this time he mostly had her neck, just his thumb went along her jawline. forced her to look up at him again, this time basking in her hungry eyes and open mouth for a moment before lowering his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue softly between her parted lips as his met them. The sigh she exhaled into his mouth turned into a low moan as their bodies started to move slowly against one another, hands roaming over each other.

She was an intensely passionate kisser, and Mike had to break away to gasp a few times, keeping hold of her near her neck, rubbing his other hand across her heated, smooth skin at the top of her chest, her tummy, her sides and back beneath the soft, open robe. She was as smooth and soft as he could have hoped, and she moved in a slow rhythm against him as he touched her, her eyes rolling closed and head pulling back. He pushed the robe further aside and his face took on a pained expression as her breasts were revealed to him-- they were magnificent. Milky-white B-cups, teardrop shaped, swelling out just right at the bottom, ripe and firm and proud on her chest, her rose-colored areolas bumpy and flushed and both her nipples stiff and engorged. His mouth opened u*********sly, helplessly to see them, and after a few seconds of cupping them and feeling their shape with his hand he dropped to his knees in front of her so his head was level with her torso and he pressed his face against her, dragging his lips and tongue over her flesh as she shivered, looking down at what he was doing. He nuzzled his mouth beneath and around each breast, careful to avoid her stiff nipples yet, but caressed and licked and dragged his mouth all around each one. Her shivering was increasing, the rhythm of her movements more and more dedicated to pushing her crotch against him, trying to stimulate herself by rubbing her sex against his chest.

Her urgent panting and gasping were already maddening to him; he needed to hear what other sounds he could wring out of her. His mouth went lower, to explore her soft, flat belly, his arms circling her waist to get two handfuls of her firm bottom, squeezing her there, too, keeping her against him. He changed the grip of one hand to come up between her legs instead, to feel and grip her ass from underneath, and he could feel the heat coming from her pussy on his arm, only inches from it. He could smell her much more strongly now, too, musky and heady; it was intoxicating. He hurt in his pants from straining against the fabric.

Kevin watched Mike warm up his wife, watched her respond to his touch and his kisses, and the mask of lust on her face, her open-mouthed hunger for this stranger touching and exploring her body, made him start to stir in his pants already. He knew this was something he wanted, and badly, but he didn’t know just how much seeing it would affect him. Staci was as horny now as he had ever seen her, she was completely oblivious to everything besides what was happening to her body in that moment. Her hands were caressing Mike’s shoulders, wrinkling his shirt into her clutching fists, pulling at the fabric as if she could just tear it completely off him. She found his head, his hair, and her rough grabbing pulled a few locks of his gray-streaked hair out of his ponytail, and he pulled a hand from beneath her robe and reached back to snatch the band out, spilling his wavy hair around his shoulders. She laced her fingers in it, keeping his head pushed against her tummy, but also trying to push his head lower, where she really wanted him to touch her.

Finally he stood up, one arm holding Staci back from him a little, one of her hands now rubbing at the bulge pushing out the front of his slacks, the other digging at herself underneath the robe. She was whimpering a little at the end of every gasping breath. He stooped a little to pull her face against his, and Kevin could hear their mouths coming wetly together, hear them moaning a little at each other between the smacks of their lips. She brushed his hair back from his face, her hand cupping the side of his head, still pushing her mouth against his, her tongue into his. God she was hungry for it.

He pulled his tie loose in a quick gesture and she immediately went to work on the buttons of his shirt for him, while he dropped his hands to his sides and watched her start to undress him. Kevin rose, hand still rubbing the increasingly hard lump in his pants, moving to the side more to see them better. He sat in another armchair opposite where they stood.

She finished opening his shirt and he shrugged it off his wide shoulders, let it fall to the floor. His tie was loosely coiled around his left hand. He wore an undershirt beneath that Staci pushed up towards his neck, her gentle hands rubbing all over his broad, lightly hairy chest and his heaving stomach. She touched his nipples with her thumbs, and he growled a little with pleasure at the feeling, and she smiled wickedly and lowered her mouth to the nearest one, letting him see her tongue lashing over it, probing at it. He stood straighter, head falling back a little, a long, low groan escaping him. Bought one hand up to the back of her head, cradling her against him as she teased and licked his chest.

“Fuck,” he grunted finally, looking over at Kevin. “Oh my God. Man. She’s… she’s gonna drive me crazy.”

“She wants you. It’s so hot to watch,” he said in return, his voice husky.

“I’m going to fuck your sexy wife so hard. I’m going to give this beautiful thing so much dick.”

Staci started whining again against his chest to hear that, one hand slipping down to rub his bulge again. Squeezing it, feeling the shape of him. Rubbing all the way up and down the length of it.

“Ugh,” Mike grunted loud, pushing her to arm’s length again. Grabbed her forearm to pull her hand away from the lump that twitched and surged on its own in his pants. She immediately reached for him with her other hand, just as she had done with Kevin earlier, he remembered with a renewed flush of tingling heat.

Mike caught that hand, too, with the same big paw. It closed all the way around both her wrists, pinning her arms together in front of her. Panting, he pulled her arms straight up over her head, making her rise to her tiptoes to relieve the pressure on her shoulders, and holding her like that he lowered his head to her torso again, his mouth closing over the bud of each of her breasts in turn, tonguing them and sucking them into his mouth, leaving them shiny with his saliva. His other hand, the hand with the tie still wrapped loosely in his fist, started to rub up and down her inner thighs, moving close enough to her pussy to get her shivering again. She moaned louder, twisting slightly to and fro as if she were really dangling by her captured wrists, her eyes locked on him, mouth moving in a mirror of his as he tenderly worshipped her perfect breasts.

Finally he rose up from her and released her arms, which immediately moved back towards the cock pushing out his slacks but he scooped her up instead, cradling her into his thick, cording arms, walked the 5 steps to the big round bed and threw her onto the center of it, her robe spilling open to reveal her nakedness. Her legs opened right after the robe, displaying her wet pink slit beneath the already damp, matted hair of her pubic mound. She was presenting it, pushing it towards him, and seeing and smelling her need was overwhelming to both men. Mike nearly flinched from it. He put a hand on her rapidly rising and falling chest, dragged it slowly down her abdomen. Her back arched, following the caress down until he passed it across her pelvis, and she raised her hips as his fingers traced steadily down the folds of her leaking slit down into the crack of her ass. She let out a long, shuddering gasp at his touch.
He brought his hand to his mouth, inhaling her scent deeply from his fingers, licked some of her wetness off of them.

“Fuck you taste so sweet, angel,” he whispered to her. She just moaned in return, raising her hips at him again, her face pleading.
He stood back up, snatched his undershirt off and unhooked his belt and the top button of his pants, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them to stand before her in only a pair of boxer-briefs. The shape of his cock was plainly visible through the thin cotton, its prodigious length, the width of the fat head at the end completely evident. She was blinking fast looking at it, breathing rapid and shallow, eyes flickered over to Kevin again, looking at him with the same begging expression she had been giving Mike.

“It’s big,” she whimpered so softly, somewhat to him, almost to herself.

“You’re gonna feel it up in your belly, beautiful girl,” Mike growled at her in answer. “Gonna split that tight pussy. Need you to take it.”

Her mouth was open again, gasping, and she started to masturbate for him, putting her fingers inside herself and whimpering, her other hand caressing one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple, presenting herself to him again, seducing him to get on top of her, begging him again with her eyes.

Her feverish abandon had Kevin like a rock again, already. He felt confined in his jeans. He wasn’t even touching it then, couldn’t stand to. His urge to see more of her like this was strong, almost painful in its intensity. He started thinking about her taking it in both ends, what she would look and sound like if that happened…

“Do you want to see it?” Mike was asking her softly, his hand pulling the fabric of his shorts even tighter around his cock.

Staci nodded eagerly, still caressing her own pussy, breath hitching in her throat.

“What’s that?” he teased, cocking his head at her as if she had spoken too low to hear.

She whimpered, still nodding, eyes hooded and shiny.

“Tell me.”

“I want to see it,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and muted.

“You do? You want to see what I’m going to fill you up with?”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned, still nodding incessantly at him.

“Well you can’t yet,” he said, eyes narrowing, a little grin playing around his lips.

She whined in frustration, started to rise off the bed to come at him.

“Uh-uh. Not till I’ve had my fill of tasting that sweet, sloppy pussy of yours, baby.”

She shuddered involuntarily at his words again but kept coming at him, hands reaching out for him. He caught both wrists again, delight registering on his face as she really tried to avoid his grasp, almost got to his meat, but he pinned her arms to the edge of the bed this time so that she was forced to stay on her hands and knees before him. His crotch was about a foot from her head, and her eyes stayed on the bulge that shifted and twitched in his shorts before her.

“Since you’re so eager, I see I’m going to have to teach you some patience,” he said to her. “Show you what anticipation can do to you.”

She whined in frustration again, briefly tried pulling her arms free from his powerful grasp to no avail.

“No use in that, sweetheart, but if you wanna fight me I’ll gladly hold your sexy ass down, but you aren’t escaping what’s going to happen to you now. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. I’m going to own that pussy… but in my time. And right now it’s time for you to learn about anticipation.”

Whimpered again, looking up at him now, right in his eyes. Squirming with lust for him, gyrating her hips against nothing. He just watched her until she started to settle down a little, her breathing dropping to deep, steady gasps. She was waiting for instructions now, like a good girl. Mike’s lust for her tasted like copper in his throat, like blood.

“That’s a good girl. There you go. Now, what I want you to do is look at me really close through my shorts. I want you to get your mouth close to my cock, I want to feel your breath on it. But you better not touch it, you understand? No touching it until I give you permission.”

She nodded at him eagerly, starting to lean closer. He released her hands and stood straighter, watching her expression as she examined him. She met his eyes again and opened her mouth wide, right over the throbbing end, exhaled her hot, humid breath against his cock. He groaned as he felt the warmth wash over him. She held her mouth there, panting on him, stopping only to lick her lips.
“Fuck.” Breathed Kevin, getting up again to move a little closer. It felt like he could feel every stitch in his shorts with his angry, throbbing cock head. He adjusted it in his pants a little, trying to keep it from hurting so much. He wanted to take it out, but somehow he felt he needed to wait until Mike did as well. He wanted her attention on Mike, because it was driving her more and more wild and he wanted to see how far she would go, what she would do for him.

“Uhhhh, that’s good, good girl. That’s what I want,” he breathed to her. “Now you get a little reward. That’s how this works. Do what I ask, you get something you want. Disobey me, and you get something you might not.”

She nodded up at him again, biting her lip, her eyes still so hungry.

“You can put your mouth on it now, through my shorts. Feel how hot it is with your lips.”

She complied immediately, gratefullly, closing her mouth around the end of it, her whimpering taking on a louder, more insistent tone. She focused her mouth and tongue on the wet stain around his bulging cock head where all the pre-cum had leaked out of him. Mike started to quiver a bit, shuddering from her insistent rooting at him in his shorts. Grunts increasing in volume to mirror her sounds.
“That’s enough,” he gasped, and when she didn’t stop right away he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “I said that was enough,” he hissed at her. She started blinking rapidly again, eyes searching around her, panting and heaving. “Now you’re definitely going to have to wait for me to choke you with it. I’m just going to tease your pussy until you’re mad at me again.”

She whined at him again, looked over to Kevin who sat nearby, gasping through his open mouth.

“Babyyyy…?” she appealed to him.

“He’s going to take it, Staci. Just let him.”

“But I need… he’s so…”

“Obey him. Look at what he’s got for you.” She dutifully cast her eyes to the cotton-wrapped thing throbbing before her. “You know what it’s going to do to you.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. Then more forcefully, “he’s going to fuck me.”

“That’s right,” Mike interjected. “And what are you going to do when I start doing that?”

“I’ll scream?” she gasped weakly.

“And what else?”

“I’ll take it. Like a good girl.” Her eyes kept wanting to close, her breath shuddering to talk this way.

“And then what will happen to you? When it feels too good, when you can’t even think anymore?”

“I’ll cum. Fuck. I’ll fucking cum and cum. Please, do it to me. Please.” She was nearly sobbing now.

Mike leaned down to her face again, inches from her. “That’s fucking right you will. You’ll scream and take it like a good girl and you’ll cum for me. And you won’t be able to stop. Not till I let you.”

Her head was hanging loose, nodding. Kevin could see her expression was like the ones she would make when she would cum with him. She was close, just talking about it. Her hips still moving rhythmically in the air.

“Jesus, God, your girl is fucking horny, man. She’s amazing.” Mike gasped to Kevin again, shaking his head in appreciation.
“I’ve never seen her this worked up. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna make her do now.”

“I’m gonna eat her pussy, and let her cum in my mouth if she will behave,” Mike emphasized the last word, turning back to Staci to say it. “But this girl loves dick. Don’t you, honey?”

She didn’t answer, her eyes were still closed. She seemed to be in her own world.

“She’s gonna, if she doesn’t already,” he finished, squatting in front of her until she opened her limpid doe eyes to look at his face. “Look at how pretty you are,” he whispered to her, cupping her chin and rubbing one of his thick thumbs over her lips. She grazed it with her tongue as it passed. “You are going to be so beautiful all glazed in my cum. It’s going to be dripping off you everywhere. And your husband will add his, too, make you even prettier. But that’s a long ways off yet, you have lots more pleasure to endure before you get to wear our badges.” She was nodding her head again, eyes trying to close, face still showing an impending climax.

He let her face go, effortlessly pushed her onto her back. Helped her struggle the rest of the way out of her robe until she squirmed completely nude beneath him. He supported himself with one arm as he leaned over her to caress her torso again, and again she arched her back and elevated her hips, following his smooth, gentle touches all over her body. Lowered himself to her, almost completely hiding her beneath him, kissing her wetly again and starting to gently rub his crotch against her, letting her feel his erection pushing against her mound. She synchronized her movements with his quickly, gasping and looking up at him wide eyed as he ground himself against her. They touched one another’s faces, sighing and hot, showing one another their tongues and biting their lips at each other, and Staci’s face started to flush deeply and her thighs locked hard around his hips, surprisingly strong in her grip on him, trying to keep him against her. She was very close, now, tremors lighting up in her extremities. She wasn’t going to let him go until she finished.

But he wasn’t ready for her to cum yet and he opened her legs forcibly to get up in a crouch over her, growling a little and rubbing his prick through his shorts for her to see. It was so hard that pulling on his shorts made his dark purple cockhead peek out the leg on one side, and the sight of him like that got her trying to come up off the bed at him again. Her near-frenzied reaction inflamed him, and he stopped her struggling against him with a hand on her neck again, right on her throat, holding her down on the bed while her hands clawed and grabbed at him. Impulsively, he licked his lips looking in her eyes and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his shorts and with a quick movement pulled them down below his balls, revealing all of his thick, veiny cock, throbbing and nodding over her as he held her there. Her eyes widened all the way, her breathing getting so deep and fast she seemed about to hyperventilate, all her attention focused on the iron-hard penis he brought even closer to her gasping, darkening face.

She stretched out her tongue towards it, couldn’t quite reach, whimpered in anxious frustration, trying to move her head even a little under his strong grip. She was so close to it but she couldn’t get to him with her mouth, but one of her hands crept in from the side to close around his length, starting to whimper again as she felt how thick and heavy it was.

“God honey that’s a big cock,” gasped Kevin, stepping a little closer to see it. Mike was locked on Staci’s face, watching her watch her own hand rub back and forth on him. Breathing hard, eyes blazing at her. Lowering it just a little closer to her gasping mouth. Her tongue stretched up to it again, less than an inch away. He could feel her breath washing over him again. She was trying to pull it closer to her with her hand, tongue extending as far as she could reach, head straining up so hard against his grip on her neck that she was choking herself a little, her face starting to darken.

Mike couldn’t take any more of that. She had him too hot, her desperate need for it was preventing him from thinking straight. He needed to reassert a little control over his own hunger if he were to keep hers steadily building. He almost sprang back off her, jerking his cock out of her grip and getting off the bed quickly and shucking his shorts off as he watched her come crawling at him again. Dropped to one knee as she got close enough, touching her face to slow her advance, looking her in the eyes.

“Hey,” he said softly to her as she got her face close to his again. “It’s time for more of that patience, OK? I swear you will not miss out on what you want. But I want to see you do some more stuff first.”

She whimpered again but stopped advancing, accepted a tender kiss from Mike that left her tongue still hanging out of her mouth as he drew back.

“I want to see her suck your cock,” he said, turning back to Kevin. “She’s fucking starving for it. Will you help her out?”

Kevin just stood there gripping the crotch of his pants with his whole hand, rubbing slowly up and down. “You want to taste me again, honey?” he asked his wife softly.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she whined in answer, turning her head towards him, eyes shining.

“That’s right. Show me how you can treat a cock. Demonstrate what you know for me.” Mike said approvingly, stepping back and making room for her to crawl off the bed and towards her husband, on all fours, her eyes locked on his hand rubbing the front of his pants.

She crawled all the way to him and he pulled his hands away, stood up a little more as she ran her hands up his pants and gripped his legs, pushing her head against his crotch and the iron hard cock there, nuzzling her face against him, rooting around for it. Kevin let out a low groan, he could feel the heat of her breath on him, too, now. She unbuttoned his pants and dragged them and his underwear down, freeing his hot, stiff erection, biting her lip and smiling at how hard he was; it quivered in front of her as she breathed on it. She licked her lips as she put her hands on him, cupping his balls and rubbing at the base of his shaft, making it wiggle and quiver in front of her mouth. Precum beaded at the head, and she touched her tongue to it, tasting what he leaked out for her. Kevin’s whole body twitched from feeling her soft tongue touch his most sensitive spot. His breathing abruptly deepened into a heavy pant, started moving his hips to rub the red head of his cock against her outstretched tongue.

“Fuck yes,” whispered Mike, watching from off to the side. “That’s hot as hell.”

Staci cut her eyes to the side at him, a little smile playing around her open mouth. She opened a little wider and started to rub her mouth around the end of Kevin’s dick in little circles, wetting him with her saliva, her tongue thoroughly swabbing all around his head.
“Ugh, fuck,” Kevin groaned. “Shit baby…” She had never sucked on it like this, showing off turned her into a porn star, apparently. He didn’t know how much he could take, but he wanted to find out.

She started to slowly suck and slurp on him, taking him all the way in, relentlessly working her tongue against him in her mouth. The pleasure was monstrous, nearly unbearable. Kevin’s mouth was wide open, making choking groans at the way she treated his cock, his hands closing around her head to help her keep the rhythm he needed.

“Yeah fuck her mouth like that. Look at her hips, man, see her just humping. God she’s a horny slut. So fuckin’ amazing. Show her how much you like it.”

Staci kept cutting her eyes over to Mike kneeling a few feet away, his cock hanging nearly to the floor between his knees. She flickered her eyes back to Kevin, lowered herself more until she sat all the way on her own legs folded beneath her, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue for him again, tilting her head back a little for him. Inflamed, raging, Kevin took the hint and bellied up to her to push it back in her mouth again, bucking his hips rhythmically against her, straddling her head and gripping it with both of his hands, groaning and grunting with each stroke in her mouth. The only sounds in the room for a minute or two were Kevin’s grunts and her moans and soft wet choked slurping as he used her.

Mike crawled over to Staci’s kneeling body, started to rub his hands all over her back and bottom, dragging his mouth up her spine, planting soft kisses everywhere he touched. He moved closer to her until his craning erection pressed against her hip, listening to the sounds of her pleasing Kevin and feeling the heat of her skin, feeling her body heave as she labored to breathe while her husband fucked her mouth.

Finally, Kevin pushed her back, gasping, pulling himself away from her. He couldn’t endure her any more, he was too close. She came after him, too, still hungry for what she could get, but Mike wrapped his arms around her from behind, keeping her from moving any closer. She was panting and wild as he stood up, picking her up bodily from the floor, casually pitching her back onto the bed again.
She started to rise but he pointed at her. “Lay there,” he ordered, turning to Kevin. “I’m fixin’ to eat this pussy and for a while, too. You can do whatever you want with the other end,” he finished with a grin that Kevin returned and turned back to Staci.

She was on board with every bit of this now, her attitude fierce, nasty, ready to be pleasured. Showing the men how ready she was, touching and displaying herself lewdly to them. Pinching her nipples till she gasped. Opening her pussy lips wide, until they could see a little way down her pulpy pink tunnel, see her plunge her two middle fingers in it. Both paused in their advance on her to watch, hands busy on their craning members, watching her seduce them.

“Oh my God…” she groaned at them, eyes passing from one cock to the other. Her expressions were alternately pleading and almost angry. “Fucking rub those cocks for me. Fuck.”




That's the end of the first part. Part 2 sometime later.