Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 18
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I got into my room, 662, took my jacket off, and before heading to my laptop, I checked the mini bar.
Pretty well stocked. And I was glad to see that there were three Johnnie Walker Red Label miniatures. I felt like having a Scotch.
I sat down at the desk and VC-ed Louise.
It turned out our youngest son wasn't feeling great. He was snoozing on the couch next to Louise.
"So, don't even think about asking me to get my titties out", Louise cautioned, only half-jokingly. "And I'm dying for a cigarette! Haven't had one all day"
I got all the detail on Louise's day. Then Louise queried me.
"So, Ron, anybody on your course take your fancy?"
I felt an inner feeling of relief. Janice and Kathryn weren't on the course. I didn't have to mention them. But a thought suddenly hit me. Maybe.
"Possibly", I replied. Then I paused.
"Well come on, Ron! Spill?"
"OK, this is just a feeling. I've met the course lecturer, Jim Clarke. Apart from that I've only met two other attendees so far. One is a girl who, to be honest, isn't that attractive. Plus for the mission you gave me, a girl's no good anyway. But there's a young guy, mid-20s. Mike. I think there's a possibility. He seems to have a healthy appetite. He's been eyeing women up in the bar. I also have a feeling he has a thing for the lecturer, although that's probably just hero worship, or maybe he's bi or gay. Mike's not bad looking. But not what you'd describe as my type. Shorter hair than my 'type'. Maybe I'll give it a try. Should I?"
Louise looked back at me on the screen.
"So these women he's eyeing up? Have you been eyeing them up too?"
I didn't hesitate. "No", I said, firmly.
I realized that I'd fucked up as soon as I mentioned Mike eyeing up women in the bar. I knew it was coming, and I had my lie ready.
"OK Ron, I trust you. About this guy, this Mike, I'm leaving it up to you. I'm sure you won't bring some weirdo into our bedroom. If you think it's worth a shot, go for it."
"OK. He's north from us, but not too far, near Stewart International."
Louise looked to her left.
"Oh, oh, number two son's just puked again. Ron. I gotta go. Do the right thing, remember our rules. Gotta go! Love you!"
Before I could reply, the call was cut.
I was about to head back downstairs, before a thought hit me. Mike had an uncommon surname. What was it? Markakis? No, that was a fucking baseball player. Think, Ron! Mani- something? Maniatis. Yes, Maniatis. A little web stalking seemed in order.
I typed Michael Maniatis into my search engine.
I got some LinkedIn profiles, 25 Twitter possibilities, some Facebook profiles. I looked at the pictures returned by the search engine. A variety of people, then about six thumbnails along, it looked like I'd found my guy. I clicked on the picture. It gave me a bigger picture with a link to a picture sharing website. Good. Lots of pictures, and no password required. I clicked.
I started browsing once the page loaded. It looked like Mike liked to party. A lot of pictures of Mike in bars, clubs, a music festival. Some shots in Vegas. I noticed a couple with girls in them. Not the same girl in more than about 2 pictures. No discernible type, a blonde, a brunette, a couple of black girls. I flipped to page 2. A couple of more shots of Mike with his arm round another thin black girl. She was quite pretty. Very dark skinned, like Kathryn, but bigger tits. Then, Bingo!
Mike on vacation. Mike by the pool. Mike with two other guys. Mike smooth- skinned in a tight pair of trunks, speedos. Shit, I could see his cock outlined through the wet material in at least three pictures. I started to get hard. I told myself I had to do it. The question was timing. Do it tonight, and I strike out? How the fuck could I carry on with the course in the same group as Mike? No, tonight wouldn't do. I had to think this through carefully. Time it so that if it went south, I'd get in my car and never see Mike again.
I decided to head to the bar to think. I threw my jacket on, slipped my room key out of the power slot by the door, and headed into the corridor.
As my door clicked shut, I turned and almost bumped into someone. Shit! It was Mike.
"Fuck, sorry!", I blurted out.
"Oh! Ron. So you're here! 662. Seems we're neighbors, I'm 664, left of you. I'm lucky, it's the corner room, I got a bit more space. I'm platinum on the hotel loyalty scheme, I always get upgrades".
"Ah, right," I replied, "I was heading to the bar for a nightcap".
Mike smiled. "Well, those women are gone. After you left, four older guys came over. Kathryn and Janice pretty much immediately headed out for a smoke. Esther joined them. Esther vapes you know. A couple more of our course mates arrived, two guys. Kathryn caught me at the bar when I was getting the new guys drinks, and told me they were heading up to Janice's room to raid the mini-bar. She told me the room number. 7-something, on the smoking floor, shit I didn't really catch it"
"Ah, OK, Mike". I hesitated. "Ehm, are you coming back downstairs?"
"No, Ron. I'll take my nightcap in my room. On my rate with the platinum card, the mini bar's included. And I want to check emails. I left Esther with the two other guys from our course. There was a Rob, internet security guy, Esther knew him from some conference they were both at last year. Looks around your age actually. And Carlos. Didn't catch his specialty. But he's from Stamford Energy, I caught that much."
"OK, Mike. I guess I'll see you in the morning. 9:30 in the Williams Room, right?"
"Yeah, Ron. Did you notice all the rooms in the Business Annex are named after famous Boston sports people? I hoped we'd get the Yastrzemski room! One of my proudest possessions. 1970 Topps Yaz card. Passed down from my gramps"
I felt that Mike was not that keen to get into his room. Like he wanted to talk.
"You sure about not having another drink downstairs?"
Mike shook his head. "Couple of things to do, you know how it is. With the internet these days you're never off duty"
"OK, Mike, I'm feeling like I need my nightcap. See you in the morning"
I turned to leave.
Mike suddenly spoke, like he'd just remembered something.
"Ah, Ron, if you want, feel free to have your nightcap in my room. I've got a bigger mini bar than the standard rooms. Better selection. It's no problem. Plus we've missed our chance tonight with Kathryn and Janice"
Again I hesitated. This could be my opportunity.
"Alright, Mike. That's very kind of you. I'll take you up on that"
Mike opened the door with his key pass. Slipping it into the slot by the door, the lights in the room came on.
"Come on in, Ron. Welcome".
I entered Mike's room. Mike was right about him having the better room. The corner room was about 50% bigger than mine.
"Take a seat on the couch, Ron. What'll you have? Scotch is it?"
I said, yes, Scotch would do nicely, as I sat down on a 2-seater couch.
Mike took his jacket off and put it on the back of the chair next to the desk on which he'd placed his laptop. He went into a glass fronted mini bar, it looked double the size of mine. After he got himself set, he poured me a Scotch, large, he used 2 miniatures of the Johnnie Walker Red, and opened himself a longneck bottle of Bud.
"No ice, right? Here you go, Ron! Cheers!"
I touched my glass to his bottle.
"Thanks, Mike".
Mike sat down opposite me on a leather chair which matched the couch I was sitting on.
"So, Ron. There's twelve of us on the course tomorrow. I know one other person who's coming. Marianne Radecka. You'll like her. VERY hot. She works for local government in Maine. You know, between you and me, I think Jim Clarke fucked her at the Leadership course about a year ago. The post course drinks were wild, actually. Everybody had a lot of fun. Me included"
Mike paused, smiling to himself as he briefly reminisced.
"Yeah, that was a blast. Anyway, a few of us keep in touch, there's a WhatsApp group we're in, Esther's in it too. And Marianne pinged me last week. She's getting in around 11 tonight. Flying down after work. Wait 'til you see her!"
I decided now might not be a bad time to try a little sounding out of Mike regarding what Louise and I had planned.
"So, Mike. I notice no ring. You got a girlfriend?"
Mike smiled.
"Not really, Ron. I mean I haven't got a steady girl. I go out weekends, I occasionally pick up chicks, but I haven't had a serious girlfriend, oh, for about 2 years. Also, working at the airport, I do find I get some action at the airport hotels. Flight attendants, people passing through. Fuck, you should try it. It's a better way to get a fuck than going to a night club, that's for sure! All no strings attached, passing strangers, that vibe"
I hesitated for a few seconds. Then I decided to mention Louise.
"I've been married a while now, Mike. But the spark's still there."
I realized as soon as I said it that it sounded pretty lame. I switched tack.
"So generally, weekends, do you do much? You got an activity you do? I don't know, paragliding, hunting, drag racing, Salsa dancing?"
Mike laughed.
"You know Ron, if I'm not too hungover on a Saturday, I might go swimming. But mainly I go to bars with friends, watch sports. Nothing too strenuous. I put a lot into my work. I like to relax at weekends".
I started to speak again, but Mike stopped me.
"Sorry, Ron, hold on a minute. I gotta take a piss!"
There was a small table next to Mike. He put his beer bottle down on it. Then he walked to the left towards the bathroom, which was off of a short hallway with a walk-in wardrobe on one side and the bathroom on the other. I heard Mike click the bathroom light on. I realized the bathroom door was still open, when I clearly heard a firm jet of piss tinkling into the water in the toilet bowl. It went on for a while, it seemed like Mike had really needed to go. I heard the toilet flush, and some water splash in the hand basin. Then silence.
I racked my brains for how I could be subtle, how to push the DP agenda. I had to think quickly, Mike would be back in a few seconds.
So Mike seemed to make no formal arrangements on weekends. I thought that was good. He might be free. But how to push the conversation in the direction I wanted? Then I had an idea. Ask Mike about driving. That was it, I thought. He'd have to drive a decent ways to get to us. Get driving into the chat next.
I took a sip of my Scotch. Ten seconds later, Mike still hadn't come back into the room. Thirty seconds or so. Nothing. A good minute must have passed when I thought I better make sure Mike was OK.
I put my glass on the table and walked over to the bathroom. The door was still ajar, and the light was on. I walked to the door and looked in.
Holy shit!
Mike stood there, naked. No, not naked. He had on a tight pair of black briefs. Well not on, mostly off, his cock and balls were sticking out over the stretched elastic waistband which he'd pulled down well below his waist. He had his right hand squeezed around his thick shaft, which looked about 8-inches long. He had a very fat pale cock head. Circumcised. He was slowly sliding his hand back and forward.
He looked at me. Smiled.
"Ron. I felt you were trying to tell me something a few minutes ago. The questions seemed more than just polite conversation. I'm not wrong, I think, yes?"
I took a deep breath.
"Yes", I swallowed.
After a brief pause, I continued. "I wanted to ask you something outright. I wasn't sure how to"
"Ask me now, Ron."
Mike was still milking his shaft. Very slowly, very deliberately.
I walked into the bathroom. I stopped about a foot from Mike.
"I wanted to invite you to my place. A week on Saturday. To stay over."
"Oh", said Mike. "And what would your wife say about that if she knew? Is she out of town that weekend?"
"No, actually", I replied. "It was her suggestion. We do this kind of thing together. I'm bi. We're both bi, actually. My wife. Louise, she's called Louise. Well, she wants me and a friend to fuck her. Double penetrate her".
"Oh, Ron!". Mike still stroked his cock. "I could go for that. And I bet your wife is hot. Step closer, Ron. Please"
I stood so I was only a few inches from Mike. He looked deep into my eyes. Then he loosened his grip on his cock, put his hand toward me, and squeezed my crotch.
I was rigid in my pants. I leaned forward and wrapped Mike's hardon in my left hand. The skin felt so soft. Mike's rod felt so hard.
"Ron, let's go back into the bedroom. Seems we're both ready"
I kept a hold of Mike's cock. Without knowing exactly why, I knelt down on the bathroom floor. I smelt Mike's bittersweet odor close up. The tip of his cock was glistening. I extended my tongue, flicked it onto the end of Mike's dick, pushed ever so slightly into his slit. I tasted Mike's pre- cum. Then I slowly closed my lips round Mike's fat cock head. I felt Mike's body tense. Then I pushed my mouth forward and took as much of Mike's cock into my mouth as I could. I'd just slid my mouth back up Mike's shaft, when my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly.
Mike ran his left hand through my hair.
"Ron. Check your phone. It'll be Louise I assume. I'm going to lie on the bed. If you need to, call home from the bathroom. I won't make any noise"
Mike walked past me out of the bathroom. I fiddled in my pocket for my phone. "Picture message received". I swiped my phone open. It was from Louise. Shit.
A selfie. Looked like Louise was on the back porch. She'd pulled down her white cotton top and had thrust her voluptuous jugs at the camera. A lit Marlboro dangled from her lips. Shit, Louise was such a turn on.
The phone rumbled in my hand. Louise again.
"Like my pic!? I don't think any neighbors saw LOL"
I texted back.
"In bar. I think Mike is a possible". A 'white lie'.
Louise replied.
"What makes you say that? GAYDAR?!?!?!? LOL"
I texted back. "Haha. Do I go for it?"
I saw the dots on my phone indicating Louise was typing, then nothing. I waited maybe 20 seconds. I was about to leave the bathroom when my phone buzzed. "Picture message received".
I opened it.
Louise, seated, full body shot, now in our bedroom, with her phone pointed at the wall mirror, her half smoked Marlboro in the fingers of her hand holding the phone. Her tits were still hanging loose over her top. Her bottom half was naked, legs spread wide. Louise had teased her cunt lips apart using the index finger and thumb of her other hand. Very fucking sexy.
Then another text. "Show him these pictures and seal the deal!"
I texted back. "Really??? Seal the deal tonight?"
I was worried about Louise's reaction. She'd totally been the main driver during the recent expansion of our sexual boundaries. But she'd said she'd wanted me to push the agenda sometimes. Would she be OK with me having sex with Mike? Would I tell her? I felt I was already into 'behind Louise's back' territory. Would I be able to turn it around?
I saw the dots again. Louise was typing.
"Ron if you promise to send me a pic of Mike naked feel free to dabble tonight. xxx"
I heaved a sigh of relief.
"OK, I'll try"
I put my phone back in my pocket. Then I rejoined Mike.
Mike was lying on the bed. Still naked. Still hard. He had his laptop open next to him. He looked over.
"Ron, take your clothes off. Join me. If you want to."
As I started to undress, my phone buzzed again. I decided to take a look. Louise again.
"Ron to be clear if you have to seduce Mike go for it. xxx"
I put my clothes on the sofa, took my phone, and walked over to Mike on the bed. Mike patted the bedspread next to him.
"Ron, come on, here, next to me"
I slouched down next to Mike.
I spoke without hesitation. "Mike, the thing with Louise, my wife. I'm serious. We haven't been into this stuff long, but we do 'swing', I guess that's what you'd call it. I'd really like for you to join us the weekend after next"
I opened the first picture of Louise, the one with her tits out on the porch. I handed Mike the phone.
As he looked he smiled.
"That's tonight, just a few minutes ago. There's another. I swiped to the open leg shot.
Mike turned to me, and handed the phone back.
"Louise is hot, Ron, no mistake. You're a lucky guy. OK Ron, I'll do it on one condition. You let me fuck you. I don't mean now, I mean when you and Louise and me get together at your place. If you promise me that we'll do that, I'm in. You can fuck me too. In fact, if you want, you can fuck me now. I love coming when I've got a guy's cock in my ass. And I'm feeling totally horny. You probably realize I'm into more mature guys, even older than you. Jim's fucked me, but you probably guessed that."
The more Mike talked, the hornier I felt. And the more I realized I wanted to have sex with him. Would I let him fuck me? If it meant that I got to fuck Louise's ass with Mike just a fraction of an inch away inside Louise's quim, I felt I could go that extra step with Mike.
I reached over and gripped Mike's hard cock.
"OK, Mike. I can do that."
Mike then touched the keyboard of his laptop, making the screen come back to life.
"Louise looks very sexy, Ron. I'm grateful you felt you could share the pictures."
"Actually, Louise told me to show them to you", I clarified.
Mike then opened a photo viewer app.
"Ron, take a look at these"
The photo roll started with Mike next to a small indoor swimming pool. He started to scroll through.
Mike at the pool, trunks pulled down, pointing his firm cock at the camera, his balls still squeezed in his tight speedos.
Next picture, same situation. But Mike's cock caught mid-spurt, cumshot. A stringy jet of come mid-air.
Mike cycled through more pictures.
Mike on a bed, sucking a guy's cock. The suckee was a blond guy. I recognized him from one of Mike's public photos.
A blonde woman, not familiar to me, naked. Very attractive, sitting with her arm round Mike. Both were naked. She had pretty decent tits, Mike's right arm stretched wide as he snapped the selfie.
A rear entry POV shot. I assumed the same blonde. Mike's cock head squeezed into the woman's asshole.
The blonde squeezing her tits together, smiling naughtily. What I took to be Mike's gooey load dumped onto the woman's cleavage.
A black girl I recognized from Mike's public photo roll. Naked, sitting on a bed in what looked like a hotel room. She was pouting at the camera provocatively. She also had a cracking pair of tits, but I was pretty sure she'd had a boob job now that I saw them naked.
Next a surprise.
Jim Clarke, side on, Mike on all fours on a bed, in a different bedroom than the photos taken with the blonde. Possibly another hotel room. Jim's decent-sized cock was fully visible, it looked like he was not far from penetrating Mike's asshole. This photo, like the first swimming pool shots were definitely taken by a third person.
A Jim Clarke face shot. A pool of cum on his chin, and what looked like more jizz in Jim's partly open mouth.
Sheesh!
Mike gently took the laptop from my hands.
"Let me put this away".
He closed the laptop and put it on the bedside table on his size of the King Size bed, then leaned back into me, closely.
"Mike, can I ask one favor? Can I take a picture of you now, and send it to Louise?"
"Sure Ron. But I need a picture of you too, if that's OK?"
I was nervous. But I felt I didn't really have a choice. "OK, Mike", I replied. I imagined Mike showing my picture to the next new person he ended up in bed with. But Mike wasn't local. I wasn't 100% happy at the thought, but I didn't want to blow the liaison at our place a week on Saturday.
Mike shuffled round, until his legs were off the bed on the floor. His hardon flopped forward as he moved, then rested on his belly. His cock looked very nice.
"Take your shot now, Ron, I think my cock's just right"
I stood up and fiddled with my phone. I clicked the first shot with Mike looking at the camera with a neutral face. Then Mike smiled. "Get me smiling, Ron, that's it, right".
I put my phone down on the bedside unit.
"You not gonna send them to Louise?", Mike enquired.
"I'm waiting 15 minutes. To make it look like I propositioned you in the bar. And then we came to the room"
Mike let out a quiet laugh. "Good, thinking, Ron. You don't want to let Louise know you were one step ahead. Clever. Make her feel she's the one running things, I like that!"
Mike was right. Even now when I was the one taking the lead, I somehow felt that I should let Louise at least think she was in control. Apart from the rough fuck in the aftermath of me catching Louise with Bill, I couldn't really think of any sexual situation since where Louise hadn't taken charge.
I hadn't noticed Mike getting his phone ready.
"Ron, over here, close. OK, hold your dick out, point it at me. Look natural, forget your nerves. Look down at your cock, that's it, good"
I heard three click noises come from Mike's phone.
"Cool, Ron. Now where were we when we were interrupted by your phone?"
Mike lay back on the bed with a smile.
God, I loved the look of Mike's cock. Firm, thick, with a really fat head. It was noticeably fatter than his stiff shaft, like some meaty pink mushroom.
I leaned over and started where I'd left off. First I licked under Mike's tip. He shuddered again. Then I completely let myself go. I started sucking, bobbing my head up and down quickly, I was so completely turned on.
Mike started breathing heavily. Every time his cock slipped into the back of mouth, he let out a clipped "Unh!".
Then Mike spoke suddenly, "Ron! Stop! Too good. I want you to fuck me. Now!"
I lifted my head up, slipping Mike's delicious cock out of my mouth. I was breathing heavily.
Mike went into the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a small plastic bottle. It had "Jo" written on the label. Mike squeezed some of the clear liquid onto his fingers, then handed me the bottle.
"Ron, get your cock good and slippy. But let me have a taste first. You probably know that you have very nice cock"
I took the bottle from Mike then I positioned my erect cock close to Mike's face. He leaned forward and with very little ceremony swallowed my cock.
"Ahhh!", I gasped.
Mike gave three very powerful sucks on my cock, before pulling back.
"Nice Ron, nice. Now get yourself lubed, I'll take care of my ass".
As Mike fidgeted and put his fingers between his legs, I squeezed a healthy dose of lube directly onto the top of my erection. The coldness jarred a little. Then I massaged the lube into my hard cock, so that all of it was evenly coated with lubricant.
Mike shuffled slightly. He was lying on his back. He lifted his legs up, spread them, and gripped the back of his thighs. He fully exposed his shiny brown asshole.
"Ron, I hope you don't mind us doing it his way. But I have the absolute best orgasms this way. I know a lot of men prefer ass-fucking a guy doggy, but this is how I really get off. You're OK with this, right?"
It would have been churlish of me to disagree. Plus I wanted to see Mike's cum spurt onto his front when he came. I was far from being an expert at gay anal intercourse, but I knew I was going to like this a lot.
"No problem, Mike, this way is cool".
The lube on my cock made it tingle. I was dying to bury it into Mike's asshole. Mike was now in the middle of the bed. I positioned myself so that my cock was pointing right at Mike's asshole. I carefully lined myself up.
"You ready, Mike?", I asked.
"Oh, yes, Ron."
I took hold of my cock using my middle and index fingers. I softly pressed the tip of my cock against Mike's anus. The action of the lubricant eased any resistance, and I actually got a surprise when I smoothly slid all the way in.
"Oh, fuck!", I sighed.
"Yessss!", Mike hissed.
I was now pressing Mike's legs apart with my body. Mike took his right hand and clamped it round his fat cock.
I started moving in and out of Mike's asshole. Shit, this was good. The lube gave Mike's asshole an almost cunt-like quality. I was encountering almost no resistance as I started to speed up. Mike was now frantically pumping his cock. He opened his eyes, he'd had them tightly closed for a few seconds, and stared into my own.
"Ron, you're good! Oh! SO! Fucking! GOOD!"
Mike's asshole tightened around my cock. Then his dick stiffened, it went totally rigid.
Mike let out a deep "AHHH!", as first one stringy bolt of cum splattered onto his belly, followed by two less copious but no less intense milky cum spurts.
Mike panted. "Aaaah, aaaah, oh Ron, shit, I wasn't expecting that!"
I also hadn't expected Mike to come so quickly. I started pumping frantically, and about 45 seconds later I felt my own eruption building. Mike seemed to sense I was close.
"Ron, pull out, I want you to come on my cock!"
I felt the first wave of orgasmic pleasure ripple back into my body from the tip of my penis. Pulling my twitching dick out of Mike's slippery anus, I fell forward slightly, continuing to mash my wet cock against Mike's tool, as I spewed warm cum out of my slit. My face was close to Mike's. I whined lightly as my orgasm continued, before Mike grabbed the back of my head and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I slurped hungrily on Mike's tongue as my orgasm slowly petered out.
I lay on top of Mike for a few seconds. The mixture of both our sperm and the lube coated both of our bellies. I realized I'd need to shower.
I pushed off of Mike and the bed.
"Mike, I need to take a quick shower, OK?"
"Sure, Ron. But shouldn't you message Louise first? Keep your timeline straight?"
I realized Mike was right. But a nervous fear gripped me. Had Louise really meant that I should seduce Mike as she'd put it?
I thought to myself, 'Fuck it'.
I opened the naked picture of Mike, the one where he was smiling, clicked upload, selected Louise the message recipient, then clicked 'Send'. There. It was done. I walked to the bathroom. I put my phone down at the side of the wash basin. As soon as I'd put it down, my phone buzzed. I was almost too scared to look. But I knew that I had to.
I opened the message.
"Nice. He'll do :-) Call me when you're done!'
I heaved a sigh of relief.
After I showered, I went back into the bedroom and promised Mike I'd give him a bath towel from my room.
"No need, Ron. Spares in the wardrobe"
I could see that Ron had already taken one as he'd rubbed our come from his torso.
I started to dress. "Mike, about next week. I mean .."
Mike interrupted. "Ron, no problems. I'd love to spend the night with you and Louise. Let's exchange our details over email. OK? Do it tonight, so I can work out driving details"
"Sure", I agreed.
Mike handed me a business card with his contact details.
I got fully dressed. I turned to Mike, who was still on the bed.
"Mike, thanks. Thanks for everything"
"No, Ron. Thank you. I don't normally come that fast, your cock just seemed to do all the right things when you were fucking me. It was incredible. I'll try and return the compliment when I'm with you and Louise."
I walked to the door to let myself out. I paused as Mike started speaking.
"Ron. There's still scope for some fun before the course finishes. I think you might have a chance with Marianne. You'll meet her tomorrow. And then there's always Kathryn and Janice, if they're still here. I like Kathryn, she's hot. Being totally honest, I have a thing for black girls. And our get-together tonight, please don't worry, that stays our secret"
I got back into my room and undressed. I decided to wait half an hour before VC-ing with Louise.
Louise answered and wanted to know what had happened. Had I sucked Mike's cock? Yes. Had Mike sucked my cock? Yes. Did I fuck Mike? Yes? Did Mike fuck me? No.
"Ron, you know I'd really like to watch a guy fucking you, right?"
I told Louise maybe our liaison with Mike would see her wish granted. Louise beamed at the thought.
We said goodnight. I arranged to call Louise again at 6pm the following day.
After I dialed off I noticed that the room phone by the bed was flashing. Well, more precisely, a light on the phone was flashing.
I picked up the receiver and pressed the 'Messages' button.
"You have two messages".
I listened attentively.
First message received today at 08:46pm. "Hi, Mr. Ronald Abbott in Room 662"
A woman's voice. Sultry. It was Janice.
"Reception kindly gave me your Room number. Anyway, Ronald. Kathryn and I are in Suite 764, on the smoking floor. Above you. If you'd like to join us for a drink, or something", a giggle in the background, "Yes, 'something', head on up. And bring cute Mikey with you, Kathryn really likes the look of him!"
A beep.
Next message received today at 10:06pm. Shit, only a few minutes ago. Janice again.
"Ronald. We're starting the party without you. Kathryn is such an exquisite cunt licker. If you're back in your room before 11, come on up. If not, I guess we have tomorrow!"
End of messages.
TO BE CONTINUED