It took me a few minutes to find Callie when I finally got downstairs. She was sitting at the far end of the bar, where the soft light barely reached. I only recognized her by the shape of her shadow. There was indeed a man sitting next to her. Otherwise, the bar was vacant. It was Sunday night, after all. So at least she hadn’t been down there by herself.
I took a circuitous route to the back, careful to not interrupt what appeared to be a pretty engaging encounter. The man she was talking to was definitely her type, physically. The Thor, God of Thunder kind of body, without the 80’s rock star hair. He had been wearing a suit, but the coat hung on the chair beside him. Thor’s muscular chest and arms were not to be encumbered by some mortal’s suit jacket.
Thor’s legs were conspicuously close to Callie’s, touching them, even. They looked like a happy couple, just stopping in for a drink before going to bed. He was leaning in to talk, so I couldn’t make out much of the conversation. When he did, I noticed the God of Thunder’s hand casually touch Callie’s thigh. And when she didn’t rebuff him, his hand stayed there.
I heard Callie ask him what he was drinking. It was a dark cocktail, so I assumed it was bourbon – or more likely, Scotch. Then she playfully asked if she could have a taste. That sounded like a strange way to ask, but Callie always knows how to push a guy’s buttons. Normally someone would say “can I have a sip?” Or “can I try that?” But I didn’t need to wait for clarification.
Callie lifted Thor’s hand off of her leg and flirtingly dipped two of his fingers into the dark liquor. She slowly, seductively rubbed his wet fingers over her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. For “not casting a spell”, Callie had certainly turned the God of Thunder into a statue. He sat there motionless and let my wife suck on his fingers, finally easing them out of her mouth and replacing his hand back onto her thigh.
My heart was beating out of my chest. And I think even her statuesque god may have just lost at least twenty minutes of his lifespan from that little sexually explicit act. But that is the power of my Callie. How did I ever convince her that I could even be worthy of her charms? I watched Callie finish her martini, then pick up her phone. The thought of silencing my own cell phone hadn’t crossed my mind. Fortunately, she didn’t try to call or text, instead probably checked to see the time or to confirm that I hadn’t tried to reach her. I silenced my phone anyway.
Thor, God of Thunder must have sensed the inevitable ending of his evening with Callie, Goddess of Sexual Inuendo drawing near. Thor leaned in for another quiet remark as his hand disappeared under Callie’s short skirt, feeding himself on her smooth, tan flesh.
“My panties are French cut,” Callie laughed. “And one drink won’t get you into them,” she finished, gently moving Thor’s hand back out of her skirt.
“How about another round, then?” Thor suggested.
“Maybe next time,” Callie smiled, lifting Thor’s hand and kissing the two fingers she had simulated fellatio with only minutes before.
“I’ll hold you to that!” Thor said, in his god-like, confident manner.
“Look. I’m married,” Callie held up her hand, showing her wedding ring. “And do you really think I’m the kind of girl who just fucks around?” Then she giggled and stood up, leaned in, and gave Thor a merciful, lingering hug and a not-so-innocent-looking kiss on his neck.
Not wanting to blow my cover, I seized on the hug movement to make my way back out of the bar. I only had to wait a couple of minutes before Callie floated into our hotel room on a lust cloud of her own devise. I didn’t ask about her evening, and Callie had no questions nor offered any commentary except for two words: “Fuck me.”
Callie dropped her purse… and her panties. A second later, I was inside my very horny wife’s very wet pussy. It had been years since Callie wanted sex anywhere except in the bed. So the thrill of banging her, standing against the wall, still wearing that short skirt and heels, was sensational. She was getting fucked the way she must have imagined Thor, God of Thunder would have wanted. We kissed like strangers, new lovers, finally satisfying our urgent desires. I could smell and taste the lust on my wife’s lips, face and neck.
I fucked Callie hard. At times, I could hear her heels hitting the wall as my upward thrusts lifted my sexy little wife off the floor. When I felt Callie’s legs wrap around me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“Yes,” Callie urged. “Yes! Fuck me!”
Callie’s eyes were closed as I fed my mouth on her body. I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her. I tried pulling her top down. The buttons of her blouse were an aggravating menace, keeping me from those perfect tits.
“Rip it,” Callie demanded, as I feebly attempted to unbutton her blouse.
“Fucking rip it!” she repeated.
I drove into Callie, pushing her body against the wall as I used both hands to rend that blouse, scattering the buttons. Callie’s bra didn’t stand a chance. Hearing her moan when I slipped her tit in my mouth brought me to climactic arrival. We both panted and heaved as I held my sexy wife against the wall and released inside her, cumming in waves that seemed to go on forever.
I gave control of Callie’s body back to her, easing her beautiful legs back down to stand on her own as my cock retreated, unwillingly, from her. Callie slid her hand down her body and into her skirt. Holding my gaze as we reveled in the afterglow of such passionate sex, Callie lifted her hand up, letting me smell and taste the combination of our spent desire on her fingers.
“We’re not done,” Callie said, quietly.
She nudged me back a step and lowered herself onto her knees. I moaned loudly when I watched and felt my softening cock return to life in Callie’s beautiful face. I couldn’t remember the last time Callie had gone down on me. And she definitely had never done it on her knees like that. Our sex had evolved into making it more about her pleasure. But tonight my wife wanted to suck my cock in the most subordinate fashion. This is how she wanted to suck Thor’s cock, I imagined.
“Did you have fun watching me tonight?” Callie asked, slowly stroking me.
“You knew I was there?” I whispered.
“Mmmhmm,” Callie answered, with a mouthful of my cock.
“Yes,” I groaned. “It was so hot. YOU are so hot.”
“He told me he wanted to fuck me,” Callie admitted.
“I could tell he wanted you,” I replied.
“Would you have let him?” she asked, then sucked hard on the head of my dick.
I tried to deduce that “yes” or “no” question, a bit afraid of telling her the truth. And unsure if the truth was really the truth. Would I have let him? Would I have even been able to tell her no if she had wanted him to fuck her?
“Hmm?” Callie prodded.
“Yes,” I finally replied.
“Yeah? You want to watch me make love to him?” Callie asked, giving my cock a hard stroke.
“I want to watch him FUCK you,” I told her, lustfully.
“Hard?” Callie asked, temptingly.
“Yes. Hard. I want to watch him fuck your brains out.”
Callie stood up and pulled me over to the bed. My sexy wife bent at the waist and lifted her skirt in the back. Her gorgeous ass was beckoning me. But I knew she wanted more cock in her pussy. As I slid back inside Callie, I felt the gush of her orgasm.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” Callie screamed.
“Oh my God, Baby!” I groaned. “I want him to feel this pussy!”
Callie pushed back on me, wanting more. She wanted it hard, the way HE was wanting it.
“Bang me,” Callie demanded. “Bang my pussy! Fuck me, Rob!”
So Thor’s name is actually Rob, I learned.
“Mmmm. Yes. You want Rob’s big dick in your pussy Baby?”
“Yes! I want to suck Rob’s big cock and let him fuck me all night!” Callie screamed, issuing another hard orgasm on my cock.
“He’s gonna cum so hard in you,” I moaned.
“Cum in me, Rob!” Callie begged. “Cum in my pussy.”
I drove into Callie’s pussy hard, fast and repeatedly. As I felt my own orgasm build, I grabbed a handful of Callie’s hair and pushed her body into the bed. My whole body resonated with the climax as I imagined Rob cumming in my wife.
“Sir, we have another security breach,” Hunter announced.
“Where?” Combs asked, hurrying over to check the monitors.
“Bar, sir,” Hunter replied, logging the time – 0131 hours.
“What’s he looking at?” Combs questioned. “The bar’s closed.”
“Not sure. Looks like he’s accessing the DVR. It’s scanning back to earlier this evening,” Hunter answered.
“Bring it up on this screen. Show me what he’s looking at,” Combs ordered.
“Yes sir. Coming up now.”
“OK,” Combs said, quietly watching Callie and Rob from the bar’s surveillance recording. “Who’s the guy with her?”
“Checking the hotel registry now, sir. It looks like another guest, Robert Mathis,” Hunter informed his anxious boss. “He’s been staying there for three days already. The Carson’s booked their stay two days ago. So he’s not our guy.”
“Find out what you can on Robert Mathis,” Combs ordered. “They seem pretty comfortable together. I want to know what connection this guy has to the Carsons.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Combs whispered to the video screen, paused on the moment Callie took Rob’s fingers in her mouth.
End of Chapter – 2
