It’s been way too long since I’ve done one of these stories. Check out this little tidbit:
For a few seconds, neither one of them could speak. There was a moment of unreality where Marcie thought she was waking up from a dream, but then she dropped down on the bed and bit her tongue and knew she absolutely was not.
“What are we going to do?” Jason moaned.
“Why are you asking me?”
“It’s your decision! You’re the one who’d have to… you know… go through with it.”
Everything felt swimmy again. This couldn’t be real. Except it was. Now she had to figure out what to do. She didn’t want to go through with it—of course she didn’t, that would be ridiculous—but she didn’t want her husband to lose the job he had been working so hard at. If he lost it, he’d be back to square one, and that was if he didn’t get blackballed at every other company in the city.
“I don’t want you to get fired,” she said. “But how am I supposed to go through with this? I can’t do that to you.”
“Don’t worry about me. If you’re willing to do it, I’m okay with that. And if you’re not, I’m okay with that, too.”
He tried to smile but it didn’t quite work and she thought he was lying… but not entirely. He didn’t want to lose his job, but he seemed almost excited at the idea that she would be fucked by other men. So perhaps she should just go through with it. One night and then it was over. No big deal.
Her pussy twitched with excitement that Marcie tried to pretend wasn’t there. She took her husband’s hand and they went to the door, finding Harris waiting for them on the other side.
“Ready to go?” he said to her, apparently already aware of the answer.
Marcie looked back at her husband one more time before Harris took her arm and whisked her away to the elevator. They rode up to the top floor of the hotel, where the presidential suite was located. It was much nicer than the room Jason had booked, with a king-sized bed and a balcony. Even the rug felt plusher.
“Take off your clothes,” Harris said.
Red colored Marcie’s cheeks. Only one man had ever seen her naked before. She turned away and tried to cover herself up, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and made her face him. Not that she was bad looking by any means. Her breasts were full, the nipples pink and hard, and down below her smooth, white belly was her shaved mound. But still it embarrassed her to have his eyes crawling all over her.
“Let’s get you primed and ready,” he said, stripping off his suit jacket.
Oh no! I stopped just as it was getting good! I’m the worst. If you want more, look for it next week!