I tried desperately to roll with what Ellen was doing, not that I had any idea what it was. She linked one arm through mine and walked with me to the elevator. She couldn’t have been closer. If I had to give a name to our method of locomotion I’d call it a cuddle walk. Finding ourselves alone in the elevator she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I’ve never been kissed like that by Ellen or anyone else.
When we made it to the room she told me to strip and sit in the armchair. It took me a moment. I remembered Guy wearing a robe.
“Shall I get a robe?” And almost swallowed the words as I said them but she didn’t seem to suspect anything.
“No,” she said. “I want to see what it does to you, thinking about what went on here. What do you think happened?”
“I don’t know. My mind is all over the place.”
She reached behind herself and slowly unzipped her dress. “Imagine if you’d been here and you heard that sound, knowing I was unzipping for Guy and not you. It would have been hell, wouldn’t it? Aren’t you glad you didn’t hear it?”
“You did that for him?”
“Not exactly,” she said. “I only bought this dress this afternoon, so you’re the first person in the world to hear this sound.” She giggled. “What’s underneath is even better.”
She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and held it just above her breasts. Her shoulders were tanned. They weren’t tanned on the video from this morning.
“You’ve got a tan,” I said.
“I thought you’d like it.”
“Did you do it for him?”
She giggled again. “No, I was all pale and boring for him. I did this for you.”
She let the dress fall a little more so that the swell of her breasts was just visible.
“Imagine if you had to watch while I did this for him.”
“I could have coped.”
“I couldn’t,” she said. “Darling this is tough enough. I’ve seen how knocked about you’ve been. I guessed you would be, but seeing it is worse. I’m trying to learn now, trying to imagine, but I couldn’t bear to see you being hurt right in front of me, knowing I was doing it to you.”
That should have been a clue, but right then I didn’t see it. She dropped the dress. I actually jumped, almost fell out of the chair. She was wearing a basque— I’d guessed that right— a deep gold colour with matching stockings and no panties. Her pussy was shaved and with the fresh spray tan that she’d obviously got this afternoon it almost glowed. The cut of the basque emphasised her mound. She looked like the most tempting thing I’d ever seen. I clutched the arms of the chair, trying to stay calm as I felt my cock harden.
She stepped forward out of the remains of her dress and then turned slowly around, taking baby steps as she presented her back to me, her feet ending a little wider apart. She bent down showing me her beautiful rear curves, her legs splaying enough that I could see into her pussy. I was expecting it to be swollen, gaping from the impact of whatever Guy had done to her, but actually, it looked pristine and inviting. My confusion deepened.
She turned back to me. “You like?”
“You look unbelievable. Did you wear this for him?”
“This is for you and only you. You gave me a treat and now you deserve one. Actually, you deserve more than that.”
I may have raised my eyebrows at that and she saw.
“Really,” she said. “You’ve put up with me…” For a second she looked at the floor.
I’ve read somewhere that if a person looks down and to one side then they’re lying, but which side was it? Ellen stepped forward, for a moment the image of her on her knees sucking Guy filled my head but she didn’t play it that way. She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, spun me around and almost threw me on the bed.
She stood over me, all I could think of was how great she must look on the 3D recording from the cameras in the mirror. That thought turned me on in a big way. Even if she left me I’d have that.
“Looks like you’re ready,” she said kneeling astride me and taking my cock in both hands. “It was cowgirl you imagined, wasn’t it? I didn’t do that with Guy but it’s a great idea.”
Cowgirl it was. Knowing the cameras were running made the whole thing intense, and not totally in a good way. I was competing with myself because I knew that if I watched Ellen on this movie we were making, I’d be watching myself too. Was I any good. Was I as good as Guy? What did that even mean?
Fundamentally, it came down to size. I’ve read all that stuff about how you use it being as important as how big it is but if it’s too small can it ever be good enough? My problem was that I had no idea, well nothing to compare with. I had a tape measure, doesn’t everyone, and there’s those graphs on the internet that tell me I’m bigger than average but that’s not the point.
Was I bigger than Guy? I’d seen the breakfast video of Ellen working on him but he was three-quarters side on and below the horizontal from the camera. What with Ellen’s hair in the way and the foreshortening there was no way I could be sure. He wasn’t huge, that much I did know but a centimetre longer or fatter around was possible. Did that matter?
I had to concentrate on what Ellen was doing. If I behaved as if I was suspicious we’d have a row for sure. We’d argue and right now all I had was what we’d agreed. I’d agreed to her spending one night with Guy, only one night and she hadn’t asked for more, so I could hardly complain.
She knew I found it hard and she was being gracious about that, so no complaints there either. What bugged me was that this wasn’t their first date, they had secrets between them that left me floundering. Suddenly this afternoon, the great dressing up, the seduction felt like a lie, an act.
On the other hand, if my performance was awful, she’d find what she wanted from Guy and where would that leave me? I concentrated hard, rocking my hips to go as far in as I could.
Ellen has an IUD and if I go hard enough I feel the tails of the thing, nylon threads, or whatever they are. It’s like pinpricks in the head of my cock, not painful, a curious kind of teasing. If she leans forward I hit further back, behind the cervix and that sensation disappeared.
Today she’s sitting near upright so I’m getting the pin pricks. There’s a kind of masochistic pleasure in keeping it going and it stops me coming. I guess because I’m in a weird state of mind this all becomes a good thing. I start to feel as if I can go for hours.
The IUD was a compromise, she doesn’t like the pill and I don’t want her pregnant. Before we got into this we spent hours talking. It seemed to me that whoever she got off with there was no way she could guarantee he’d use a condom. Maybe to start with and for sure if he didn’t have tests but beyond that who knew. One thing for sure pregnancy, abortions, morning-after pills, were too much hassle, so we settled for an IUD. The erection sustaining pin pricks were an interesting side effect.
Ellen looked awesome in her gold basque and I started to forget everything else. What the hell, right now I had a gorgeous woman on my cock, a whole night ahead of me, maybe I should stop worrying.
We must have been going ten minutes or more and I was staying hard and beginning to really enjoy the way Ellen was responding. She had a determined smile, an air of pleasurable concentration. She kept looking at me and then at the mirror and back again. I had no idea what she looked like in the mirror, though I knew I’d see it in the long run, but whatever it was she liked it. The smiles to me were clearly to encourage me to keep doing what I was doing.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh yes, yes.” Any second now I thought, any second now she’s going to come on the end of my cock. Five more thrusts, five more times her pelvis screwed down onto me and she closed her eyes and pushed down as hard as she could. I felt the orgasm pulse through her.
I almost came myself but someone started hammering on the door. Ellen collapsed on top of me and seconds later the door burst open. We both turned to see what was happening, I pushed Ellen off me, away from the intrusion and grabbed a pillow to defend myself. Not the most spectacular of weapons but it might help against a knife.
I turned to find some guy in a suit staring at me with one of the maids looking embarrassed behind him.
“Caught in the act,” the guy screamed. “Get out immediately. You cannot do this in my hotel.”
I stood up, naked holding a pillow in front of me.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I am the assistant manager of this hotel. Prostitution is absolutely forbidden. You will both leave immediately or the police will be called.”
“Go ahead,” I said. “Call the cops while my wife and I get dressed.”
“Ha,” he said. “A likely story.”
I guess I was flooded with adrenaline so my brain was in overdrive. I could see it all.
“This is my wife and I can prove it,” I said. “I booked this room. You are making a massive mistake. I suggest you leave immediately before you make things worse.”
“This woman was here last night with a different man,” he said. “It is absolutely obvious what it going on.”
“If you will give me a moment to dress I suggest we find the hotel manager. I will meet you at reception in five minutes, now get out, unless you wish to demonstrate that you are a voyeur as well as very much mistaken.” I moved towards him as I spoke, doing my best to sound like someone who is both wronged, angry and capable of causing trouble. “If your manager is not available I suggest we telephone someone senior in the hotel chain or I could call my lawyers.”
He retreated. “Five minutes,” he said, wagging his finger at me. “Five minutes.”
As soon as the door was shut I grabbed my clothes. Ellen lay on the bed in floods of tears.
“It’s all my fault,”
“Let me sort it out,” I said. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t fret.” I may be crap as a lover, I thought, but bureaucracy I can do.
I managed to find my jacket and got a tie on in the elevator. I arrived in reception looking as cool as I knew how and toting my briefcase. Before the guy could say anything I turned to the receptionist who I recognised as the woman I had dealt with when I booked the room.
“Good evening,” I said. “Could you do two things for me. First, I’d be glad if you could look up the booking for room 247 and confirm that it was paid for with this card.” I handed her the card and the receipt for the transaction. “I’d also like you to find the surveillance tape for the time when that card was used— I see you have cameras trained on the desk so you can confirm that I paid for the room in person. If you could also find the tape for the corridor you can also confirm that I took several suitcases to the room a little after we completed the booking. How long will that take you?”
She looked at the assistant manager who had no choice but to nod.
“It will take a few minutes.”
“I suggest we adjourn to the lounge and wait,” I said. Without waiting for an answer I set off to the other end of the reception area where it opened onto a lounge. I found an armchair with a small table and sat down.
The manager fellow huffed up to me, standing over me. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m Adrian Preston,” I said, “a valued guest in your hotel according to the paperwork supplied with the booking.”
He spluttered.
“I think I can clear up this little misunderstanding. Yesterday, after I had booked the room I was called away on urgent business. My wife and I had intended to have dinner with an old friend and were intending to go on to a jazz club. When I was called away, I suggested that a jazz-loving friend of mine, Guy Ashton, go with my wife to the club. She phoned me and asked if I would object to Guy using our room with her, rather than driving home very late. As far as I know, that is what happened.”
“I don’t believe a word of it.”
“That hardly matters, the important question, from a legal point of view is whether I am telling the truth. As it happens I can show you my driving licence and that of my wife. Both have photographs on them.” I spread the two plastic cards on the table. “As you can see this one has a picture of the woman who is upstairs in the room I booked and the other one is clearly me.”
“When the waiter brought room service this morning your so-called wife—”
“My actual wife.”
“She was naked in the room with the other man.”
“My wife has a penchant for shocking people and can’t resist a dare. I am not aware that it is a crime to be naked in a hotel room.”
“You are a fool, it was obvious what she was doing.”
“Do you have some evidence for this other than what your waiter surmised? Can you prove that my wife and Guy were doing anything other than staying in the room?”
That had him of course. The receptionist appeared at that moment.
“Yes?” he said.
“The video.”
“What?”
“It shows Mr Preston paying for the room and taking the luggage into it.”
The idiot was still blustering when the real manager appeared— the receptionist had called him. He was all apologies and I ended up with a refund for the whole stay. I don’t know what shit the assistant ended up in but I was more concerned about Ellen.
I got back to the room as fast as I could to find Ellen still on the bed, looking a total mess. I lay down next to her, put an arm around her and whispered.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to leave.”
“It’s not okay,” she said rolling over to face me. “It’s all my fault. I’m a disgusting slut.”
“That’s not what the boss manager thinks. He has you down as an adventurous woman who can’t resist a dare.”
“What?”
“I gather you met the room service waiter naked this morning.”
“Oh God,” she said.
“A pity he told me,” I said. “I was looking forward to hearing about your adventures and he’s probably spoiled the best bit. It sounds like a great story. Was it fun?”
“You really want to know?”
“Oh yes,” I said, “you’ve never done anything like that with me around. I bet it was exciting.”
She sat up, turning away from me, staring at the wall. “I wasn’t going to tell you that.”
I kissed the back of her neck. “What were you going to tell me?”
“This is so screwed up,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t know how to talk about it.”
“It’s okay, really it’s okay. I’ve fixed it, the main man apologised, he’s refunded the whole stay. The whole weekend is free.”
“What?”
“Like I said, he apologised. You’re my wife, there was a misunderstanding, end of story.”
“Can we sleep now? I don’t think I can take any more.”
“There is one thing.”
“What?”
“This was supposed to be reclaim sex.”
“So?”
“You came, I didn’t.”
“Adrian!”
“You don’t want to sleep in the corset do you?” I pressed her to lie back and started unhooking the corset, starting at the top and working down, kissing the skin that was released for the garment as I worked my way down. I unhooked the stockings and spread the garment wide, giving me unfettered access to her mound. I couldn’t resist doing some work with my lips and tongue and in another minute, I could feel her responding. Another climax seemed like a good idea so I kept going.
“Adrian,” she mumbled between breaths.
I had no idea what she was trying to say but I kept going. I don’t know if orgasms are a cure for being upset but it seemed like it was worth a try. I wanted to throw myself on her and get myself off but I’ve always been very sensitive about consent. I needed her to pull me in, so I kept going with the tongue and sure enough, she came again.
“You’re so good at that,” she said when she had her breath back. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look at me. “Are we really not going to be thrown out?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I deserve to be,” she said. “I am a whore. I deserved it, but you rescued me. She closed her eyes and kind of sank into the bed. She looked awesome lying there and I was hard as hell. She took about three breaths and she was asleep. Great for her but I was still feeling completely wired.
The obvious thing was to spend a few minutes in the bathroom jerking off and then go to sleep, but that didn’t seem right. I could have fucked Ellen while she slept but that’s not me, I couldn’t do that.
The last half hour had been great but I still had whatever she was up to with Guy in the back of my mind, so the last thing I needed was to give her an excuse for accusing me of being an abusive husband. I’ve always thought consent mattered, and I wasn’t going to give up on that simply because the day had turned out weird.
I opened the minibar and sat looking at it for a minute. This time I did open a bottle. It wasn’t the most well-appointed bar I’d ever seen. One whiskey, blended not malt, an anonymous-looking gin, two beers and some soft drinks— no way that was going to turn me into a stressed out alcoholic overnight. I opened the whisky.
Ellen was sleeping like a log, so I picked up my laptop, plugged in the headphones and dialled up yesterday’s video. I fast forwarded past the early part and my phone call anxious to see what happened next. After I called, there was more of Guy telling her what a moron I was for owning up to the clock video.
Ellen defended me, telling Guy he was being stupid — how would he feel if someone was screwing his wife. He said he’d never let that happen. It cheered me a little when she said that if it did he probably wouldn’t know — for all he knew Sally might have a toy boy at home while they were here.
She needled him some more and he shut up about me being a moron. While all that was going on, Ellen opened her suitcase and stripped. I thought they were going to get right down to it there and then but that didn’t happen. Ellen disappeared into the bathroom taking a smaller bag with her. I fast forwarded past Guy changing into a black polo-neck and black slacks and then Ellen reappeared wearing a black coat that I’d never seen before.
The only clue I had was hearing Ellen asking what time the club opened. I didn’t catch Guy’s reply because the door had closed. I almost swore out loud. They’d gone to a club. The screen on my laptop froze. It was programmed to do that when there was no movement. Another clip would start when they returned.
Great. What sort of club was it? Guessing from the black garb and Ellen’s behaviour in the morning it had to be some sort of fetish or BDSM place. It must have been booked by Guy, so the chances were that I’d have a problem finding out.
