Suite Surprise

 

by

 

Donna M.

 

 

 

The small envelope was next to the coffee maker.  It looked out of place, the envelope about the size of a thank you card or those gift cards florists put with flower arrangements, its flap open.  Brad had already left for work. Did he leave it for me?  As I reached for it I wracked my brain for any upcoming occasion and couldn’t think of any.   I pulled it closer but didn’t yet open it.  Instead I started the brewing cycle and pondered the small wave of dread that spread through me when I first saw the envelope.

I glanced at the clock, a part of me wanting to toss the mystery envelope aside and get ready for work.  Brad was unusually distant the last few weeks so maybe that was the root of my trepidation.  Somehow I didn’t think the small envelope held good news.

Drinking my coffee I concluded that putting the inevitable off until later would just drive me crazy so I put the mug down and picked up the envelope.  I slid a folded card out and opened it.  It was indeed an invitation.

 

Honey,

We’ve been so caught up with work lately and I feel like we’ve drifted apart.  I don’t blame you if we have, but I had an idea how we can reconnect.  After work this evening go to the Regency Hotel and check in.  Don’t go home.  A room has been reserved.  There will be a box delivered along with champagne.  Everything else will be a surprise.  Open the box.  You’ll know what to do.

Love,

Brad

 

“You devil you,” I said to the kitchen walls as I set down the card.

He was right.  We have been drifting apart.  I don’t think he’s looking for someone else but I know I’ve been looking for something.  I really didn’t want a messy affair yet I needed some hot sex in the worst way.  Lately I’ve been researching male escort services—yes, gigolos—in the area after seeing the Showtime channel’s show. 

The “Gigolos” TV show had turned me on.  I was far from Vegas but found some internet pages touting services in my area that looked promising. I’d come close to calling a couple of times but chickened out.  Now I was glad I had chickened out.  It appeared that Brad cooked up a naughty night for us, and my pussy grew hot and wet at the idea of the sexual surprises ahead.

I was late for work.

All day I fumbled assignments to the point my boss asked me if I was feeling ill.  I told her no, that family issues were distracting me, which wasn’t too far from the truth, saying I’d be better on Monday.  It was tonight that was the mystery.  I picked up the phone several times in the afternoon to call Brad but every time I set the phone back down without completing a call.  The suspense was killing me along with moistening my panties.

I did as I was told.  I worked late, in some way putting off everything for a little while longer, but I did go straight to the hotel.  The Regency Arms was the classiest hotel in the city.  I felt silly as I approached the front desk to check in with only my oversized handbag as luggage.

“Yes, Mrs. Millstone.  Your husband has taken care of everything, so you’re all set,” she said with a toothy smile as she handed me a key card.

I looked at it in confusion.  “You didn’t say which room.”

The toothy smile was back.  “The Honeymoon Suite in the penthouse, of course.  Press P on the elevator.  It’s all the way to the top.  Enjoy!”

The Honeymoon Suite?  Part of me was thrilled even as another part wanted to kill him for spending the kind of money this was costing us.  In the elevator I pushed the P button.  The car sped to the top of the hotel, and when the doors opened I saw only two room doors.  Each had an ornate yet understated plaque next to it—one said PRESIDENTIAL and the other said HONEYMOON.  I used the key card and entered the room, awaiting my husband and the mysterious adventure ahead.

I walked around the amazingly appointed suite and marveled at everything.  The bed was in its own separate room.  The ceiling above the king bed was wall-to-wall mirror—honeymoon suite, indeed!  In the sitting area there was an extremely large flat-screen TV.  A large box sat on the coffee table along with two champagne buckets, each with its own magnum nestled in ice.  Two crystal flutes sat nearby.  The box must be the one my husband mentioned in his note.

I sat on the sofa and pulled the large box toward me.  I opened it like a kid might open a gift under the Christmas tree, full of wonder and nervous excitement.  What was inside was both expected and unexpected.

On top was the sheerest negligee I’d ever seen.  Gossamer white lace.  Looked and felt expensive.  Along with the negligee there was a pair of white hose and a garter belt.  What I didn’t find in the box was a bra or panties.  I pulled a pair of white stiletto heels from the box, looked them over and whistled.  Dazzlingly white Christian Louboutins!  I didn’t want to think about their cost!  A jar of bath salts was in there too, a tag attached with FOR THE JACUZZI written on it.  I realized I hadn’t checked the bathroom yet.  A Jacuzzi!  I supposed if I was going to be ready for Brad when he got here a bath would be perfect before I put on the diaphanous negligee set and the shoes for him.  One last item remained in the box: a small digital camcorder.  I guessed Brad wanted memories.  I’d give him some!

I knew how late he usually had to work so I knew I had time to primp.  I filled the tub, adding the bath salts as it filled before I stripped, climbed in and turned on the jets.  The stuff in the jar had a soothing aroma.  All the nervousness I had regarding this mystery date floated away like some of the bubbles in the Jacuzzi tub.  I kicked myself for not opening one of the champagne bottles before getting into the tub.  “Oh hell” I proclaimed as I climbed out of the water, ignoring my soapy, dripping body, and walked to the champagne buckets.  After I popped the cork and poured a glass I went back to the tub.

I noticed a shaving kit on the bathroom vanity and decided my husband deserved a smooth pussy to lick and fuck.  My legs were already smooth so I sat on the tub’s rim and meticulously shaved my pubic mound and around my labia.  Inspecting the work, I said aloud, “Very nice” before I slid back into the sweet-smelling water and turned on the jets again.

Having finished my champagne, I could’ve fallen asleep in the soothing water but I didn’t let that happen.  I had a man to please.

After I toweled dry I put on the garter belt and carefully pulled up the hosiery before sliding the negligee on over my head.  The material felt divine against my skin and the sensation sent a tingle through me.  The tingle concentrated at my vulva and I felt the gathering moisture there.

I stood before the mirror with my makeup kit and fixed my face.  I was brushing my hair when I felt the first trickle on my thigh.  Not wanting to stain the hose I quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped myself.  “Hurry up and get here!” I said as I sat down and put on the shoes.

Walking into the bedroom area of the suite I looked up at myself in the ceiling mirror.  The hem of the negligee fell to crotch level so my pussy and ass cheeks would be peeking mysteries as I walked.  Nonetheless, the sheerness of the fabric left nothing else to the imagination either.  My nipples were obvious as they poked at the filmy cloth.  I thought to myself I look pretty good from this angle as I admired the jutting firmness of my breasts and the great definition of my leg muscles because of the high heels.

As I walked back to the sitting area and glanced at the clock, I heard a key card sliding into the door’s mechanism.  I turned to face the door and prepared to say something, but instead of my husband a stranger entered.

I moved my hands around quickly but there wasn’t any way I could practically cover myself with them, considering what I had on.  “Who are you?” I said just below a shout.

He nonchalantly dropped the key card on a small table, turned to me, and looking me up and down answered, “I’m the man your husband hired.”

“Huh…huh…hired?” I blubbered.  “Hired for what?”

“To fuck you,” he said in the same dispassionate way he moved.

I stood there, dumbfounded.  His looks pierced the pall of my fear.  I’ve never seen a man who looked as good as he did outside of a Hollywood movie.  He was around the six foot mark, lean and handsome, wearing what looked to be a dark, cashmere sport jacket casually over a white shirt and casual slacks.  He slowly walked toward me and I froze.

“Why don’t I pour myself a flute of champagne, sit here on this sofa and explain everything?  Would you like a refill?” he asked, indicating my empty glass.  I haltingly nodded my head.

He poured two glasses, took one and sat at one end of the sofa.  “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the other end of the sofa.  “By now you should know I mean you no harm.  On the contrary, I’m here to give you pleasure.  I won’t bite.”

I sat down, trying to keep my legs closed so he couldn’t see more than he already had.

“I’ve got to be honest, Mrs. Millstone.  Brad told me how great looking you are, and I think that even fell way short.  You’re gorgeous, beyond my usual clientele, though to me that doesn’t change the level of service I provide.  Tonight will be less like work, I’ll admit to you.”

“This isn’t some kind of trick, is it?  Like, Brad will be coming in here any minute and make believe he’s catching me with another man.  Is that it?  Or maybe it’s worse than that.  Maybe you’re part of a sting trying to make it look like I’m doing something wrong.”

He smiled.  “None of that.  My name is Rob, though that’s not my professional name.  I’m an escort.  Usually it’s a woman that hires me, but occasionally a man such as your husband wants to please his wife and I’m the present.”

“Was all this,” I said as I motioned to include the room, what I was wearing and the champagne, “his doing or yours?”

“Oh, it’s his doing. The way he explained it is he found some browsing history on the computer showing that you’ve been looking for someone like me.  But please…Backpage?  You won’t find services like mine on those sights.”  He told me his working name and I did remember looking at a web page but thought the cost was high.

I felt myself blush when I said, “I saw your ad, and when I read the description of your services I remember thinking that it was too good to be true.  Didn’t stop me from fantasizing, though.”

“Now you don’t need to fantasize.  I’m here and we can do anything you want to do.  I’m very flexible.”

“Are you…?”  I couldn’t complete the sentence but he saw me looking at his crotch so he knew what I was asking.

“The web site doesn’t lie, but I’ll let you make that decision in a little while.  Remember the old TV show line ‘No brag, just fact’?  We’ll leave it at that.”

“What else did my husband tell you?”

“He said he’s been worn out lately from stresses at work and he’s known right along that you’ve been frustrated.  You must have shared your fantasies with him in the past, and he related some of them to me.”

I knew I blushed again.  “Omigod, he told you everything?  I’m so embarrassed.”

He smiled and said, “The one fantasy I’ll bring up is your desire to someday be with two men.  Later if you’d like I’ll text a colleague to join us.  No extra charge.”

I shook my head.  “I can’t believe this is really happening.  Brad must have been paying attention because you’re like a picture-perfect example of my fantasy man in the flesh.”  I relaxed my legs and let them spread a bit.  “So, how is this going to work, especially the camcorder part.  I suppose that’s Brad’s idea, so he can get off being a voyeur, like see how his money was spent.”

“You probably haven’t noticed it but there’s a tripod next to the dresser in the bedroom.  Yes, the video is your husband’s  idea, like having a keepsake of the special occasion.”

Oh God, that smile!  The smile alone was melting me, but then I thought of this evening’s potential, realizing everything I’d been fantasizing about could come true.  “Should we undress?” I asked him.

“First, would you like to role-play?  Make believe I’m someone in one of your fantasies?”

“Well, I used to have a boss who’d take me on business trips, though he never made a move on me.  He was a handsome older man and I always had this vision of us being in adjoining rooms and he’d invite me through into his.  It never happened and I’m not sure I’d have even let it happen anyway.”

“We could work with that, but I’ve got an idea centered on the camcorder.  How about pretending I’m directing a porn movie and I’m giving you a screen test, like those audition videos one occasionally finds on the internet?  You could play it wild naturally.”

“I don’t know.  I think I’ll like it better if I’m who I am, a wife being seduced by a friend, like you’re a relative from out of town staying at my house or something like that.”

“I like it!  What was the name of that boss you fantasized about?  That’s what you can call me for the video’s sake.”

“His name was Lincoln.  Everyone called him Linc.”

“Then that’s me.  I’m Linc the rest of the evening.  Should be easy enough to remember.”

“What will you call me?”

“Your husband told me your name was Anna.  Shall I call you that with the camera on, Mrs. Millstone?”

“Please do,” I said while a shiver of anticipation swept over my body.  This unreal situation was truly going to be real.  This stud was going to fuck me, and I had a feeling it will be a fucking to remember even without any recording.

“Then Anna, why don’t I set up the camera and aim it from that corner toward the bathroom.  I’ll shower, and then when I’m out you can come in and ‘catch’ me naked.  And please, don’t take anything off yet.”  He looked me over and then added, “Your husband knows what looks good on you.  You’re beautiful.  I love the white, especially the shoes.  Maybe I’ll have stab wounds on my ass from those heels when we’re done.”

He set up and turned on the camcorder like he said before walking toward the bathroom.  I resisted every urge to sneak a peek ahead of time, yet once the shower water was running I kept busy by pouring and guzzling another glass of the excellent champagne.  A half-minute or so after the water was shut off I heard a cough from the bathroom, which must be my signal.  I quickly refilled my champagne flute and went to him.

My usually vivid imagination failed me.  He stood there holding a towel loosely in one hand.  He was more perfect than in my wildest dreams.  He was all-over hairless and nicely tanned.  The magnitude of his manhood easily held my attention; hanging there like an inverted J his cock had to be at least nine or ten inches long if not longer.  Along with everything else I was staring at he had a tight, flat stomach and an equally tight, muscular and well defined ass.  Any reluctance I had was now gone.

He tossed the towel aside and took me into his arms.  His lips were hot and moist on mine and his tongue played around inside my willing mouth.  My tongue met his as one of his hands lowered to the small of my back and pulled me closer.  When I felt his rising cock against me I swooned and had to pull my lips away in order to breathe.

I managed to say, “Fuck me now,” my voice cracking.

He placed a hand on my cheek and said, “Remember, we’re supposed to be play acting.  Don’t you want this evening to last?”  My head moved yet I wasn’t sure myself whether it was an up-and-down yes or a side-to-side no.  Did it matter?  He leaned closer and whispered, “Did you ever daydream you were a stripper and a whole room of men watched you on that pole?  Pretending, making love to that pole while they all fantasized about being with you?”

I breathlessly said, “Yes.”

“How about dancing for me, then?  A room of one.”

He moved the tripod so the camera would capture the sofa and the floor around it before he sat at the end of the sofa and smiled.  I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock.  It wasn’t erect but it wasn’t flaccid either; in that state of early swelling that accentuated his size long before he would be stiff.  Like with a snake charmer I danced to that cock.  The champagne and the stiletto heels worked against me but I managed to remain upright as I swayed around an imaginary stripper’s pole.  I turned my back on him a couple of times and lifted the negligee’s hem and gave him a good look at my ass.

“Nice,” he said.  Like a cobra in a snake charmer’s basket his cock bobbed and rose a bit more.  That was my inspiration.  “You’ve got a fine gap.  I love that in a woman.”  I knew what he meant—a gap that might exist between a slender woman’s thighs when her legs were closed.  I was flattered that he saw it and commented.

I began to slowly lift the negligee as I danced, a little at a time, until it was above my breasts and there was no longer any need for mystery.  When I tossed the filmy piece aside he gestured for me to move closer.  His eyes were at my freshly shaved vulva, and his cock bobbed upward a bit more.

“Do you wear heels a lot?”

“Yes, I guess,” I answered.

“I thought so.  You have great muscle definition in your legs.  To me that’s a tell-tale sign a woman not only wears heels quite often but also that she’s athletic in bed.  Are you?”

“Something for you to find out,” I said as I got on my knees on the sofa and straddled his legs.  He kept me at arm’s length as he fondled my breasts, intermittently tweaking one of my nipples as he maintained unblinking eye contact.  I was lost in those eyes until I felt something bump up against my upper thigh.

“I hope you love your husband even more for setting this date up,” he said barely above a whisper.  “I’m so amazed by how hot you are I’d almost be willing to give him back some of what he paid me.”

“Oh God, I want you to fuck me right now,” I blurted as I grabbed his cock and attempted to slide it into me.

“Aren’t you going to make Linc wear protection?”

I was taken aback until I remembered our role play planning earlier.  I croaked, “I trust you…Linc.”

“I’m pleased that you trust me on the disease front, but what about the baby makers?”

When I managed to get his cockhead in between my wet labia, it was as if he grew erect right up into me.  I was delirious at being filled the way I was, that’s probably my excuse for crying out, “I’ll have all your babies.”

He laughed lightly as I began to move up and down on his marvelous shaft.  I tried to go faster but he held me at the waist and forced me to slow.  “No hurry,” he said.  “You’ll get there soon enough.”

For all my need, I knew he was right since I was already getting close.  I shifted my ass a little so there was more clitoral contact.  I gave up and let him set the pace with his firm grip just above my hips, raising me so his cockhead was the only part of him in me and then lowering me slowly, impaling me on his gloriously long and very hard cock.  I was frustrated, for sure, yet deep down I knew he was doing me right. Up and down.  Up and down.  In and out, all the while with his eyes open and focused on mine.  His beautiful eyes.

“I’m…gonna…cum…!” I moaned loudly as I fought his hands and pushed myself all the way onto him. “Oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I groaned as a contraction like no other in my life gripped my body from vagina to sternum, locking up my diaphragm so only a little squeak could further escape my gaping mouth.

My orgasmic spasms must have had its effect on him too, for he said, “Do you…want…to see…what you’ve done…to me?” and didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled out of me and like a upward facing fire hose sprayed rope after rope of hot semen over both of us.

I began rubbing the hot cum over my breasts and he then joined in on the fun.  After I sort of collapsed onto his (wet!) lap, I asked him why he didn’t cum inside me, and he replied that regardless of what I’d said he wasn’t in the baby making business.  We had a nice laugh on that followed by another tongue-dueling kiss.

“More champagne?” he asked, “The night is young.”

“We will be able to do it again, won’t we?  I’d hate to waste that mirror over the bed.”

“I don’t think we’ll be wasting anything.”

“I think we wasted these stockings,” I said as I inspected the torn and semen-coated hose.”

“They were sacrificed to the cause.”

“And what cause is that?”

He smiled, “Your orgasmic happiness, of course, my lovely Anna.  Why don’t you take them off and we’ll take a nice shower together?”  And that’s what we did.  I stripped off the shoes, hosiery and garter belt while he repositioned the camcorder to aim it at the bathroom shower stall.  He slapped me playfully on the ass as we scampered into the shower once the water temperature was right.  We soaped and washed each other but that was simply another form of foreplay, for before long he had me up against the shower wall and pounding into me with such force I was lifted off the floor on each thrust.  I didn’t worry about slipping; his strong arms held me firmly.

“Oh…my…Goddddddddddddddddd!” I screamed as I came.  I kept wailing as he kept pounding away, his stamina something completely unreal.

We’d left the shower door open a bit.  I glanced toward the tripod and figured better than a fifty percent chance we captured most of the action.  It wasn’t until he was once more lathering up my backside and thighs to wash them that I asked him if he came.

“There is evidence afoot,” he said, chuckling.

“In me?”

“Can’t say…I’m washing it off now.”

After we dried off and went back to the seating area, we opened the other magnum and poured.  “To orgasms under a mirror!” he toasted.

“I’ll drink to that anytime.”

While he once more repositioned the tripod, this time aiming the camera at the big bed, he said, “You are putting the shoes back on, aren’t you?”

“Anything for you…Linc.”

When I finished putting on the second shoe, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bed.  His cunnilingus skills were as wonderful as his cock, which made sense considering the business he was in.  He attacked my clit with alternating tenderness and gusto.  I felt him more than heard him when he chuckled as my heels involuntarily dug into his back.  Before I closed my eyes I felt the wave of orgasm building as it approached my pussy’s shore. I also gazed up at into the mirror to see his gorgeous body, especially his tight, muscular ass, and his head bob ever so slowly as he licked and sucked on my clit.

“Godddddddddddddddddddddddddd!” I screamed as the monster orgasm swallowed me whole.

When he got up on his knees and shimmied up between my parted, spasmodic legs, my tunnel vision only let me see his immense erection looming over me.  I managed to tear my focus away but then I looked up toward the ceiling and the immensity of his manhood was reflecting back as he placed its head at my labial doorstep while looking upward and meeting my reflected eyes.

He ever so slowly slid into me, looking up again and smiling.  He did me like that for a while, holding my legs to his body as, on his knees he fucked me in long, slow strokes, making sure that when he was at his deepest he gave it an extra shove for emphasis.

Emphasis like that was good.  Very good.

“Is this good?” he said in a hushed voice.

“Any…way…is…good,” I crooned.

“But is faster better?”

“Oh…yes…harder too!”

He leaned down so he was on top of me, supporting himself with his strong arms. He made sure he was off to the side a little so I had an unobstructed view of our reflection in the overhead mirror.  I pulled my legs up high and nestled my thighs along his hips as he began to thrust more fiercely.  I squirmed a little to reposition my ass, and his next thrusts rubbed my g-spot so extremely well that I began cumming immediately and it didn’t stop.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I bellowed, half way between a deep-throated moan and a scream.

He pulled out again and gave me another fine cum shower.

As we lay there there exhausted I did most of the talking, going on and on how fantastic a lover he was and how I’d never been fucked so well in my life.  I told him that even though I knew it was a job to him he treated me special and I appreciated it.  For his part, he said that I was the special one, hotter than most of his clients and reiterating his earlier statement that if he’d known how hot I was ahead of time he would have given my husband a discount.

“With you,” he said, “tonight wasn’t a job, since I had fun too.  I’ll leave you my card, Anna.  Call me any time you need a little extra, okay?”

I told him I would.  He spooned behind me with his arms wrapped around me, and I easily fell asleep.

When I awoke with a start it was dark in the suite and I was alone in bed.  I called out to Rob but he was obviously gone.  Part of me was disappointed though I understood the ‘date’ was what my husband paid for.  I felt sticky from the dried frosting of semen that still coated me, so I got up, said “What the hell” aloud, and walked to the bathroom to refill the Jacuzzi tub.  There was still some champagne left and though it lost some of its fizz it wasn’t bad.  I drank champagne in the tub and let the bubbling jets soothe my sex-sore muscles.

I laughed when I saw the time.  “I’ll sleep late anyway,” I said to myself.  “Maybe I’ll even splurge for breakfast here before I check out.”  There wasn’t anything like this: the best Friday night fuck followed by a leisurely five-star Saturday morning.

As I walked back to the suite’s bedroom I looked at the camcorder and realized that Rob shut it off before he left.  There was a card wedged between the camera and the tripod mount.  It was one of his business cards.  There was a message on its back.

 

I meant it, call me anytime, you’ll definitely get a great discount! Enjoy the video and the memories, until we meet again.  Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend to make that other fantasy come true.

Rob

 

 

I slept well, probably because of all the sexy dreams I had.

After I had a decadent breakfast and checked out, I went home to an excited husband dying to find out how my night went.  I didn’t go into all the details but I kissed him and thanked him for a fantastic night.  I took my handbag to the home office and told him I’d tell him more once I settled down.  It only took two minutes with my laptop.  While it was working, I put the negligee and the Louboutins aside.  They were definitely keepers.

“Was he…good?” Brad asked apprehensively once I rejoined him.

“It’s his job to be good, right?” I said with a wink as I went on to describe him, especially his manhood.

And that’s when Brad asked me about the video.  I fetched the camcorder from the office and handed it to him.  He quickly hooked it up to our TV, dying to see the whole thing.

“What happened, honey?” he said.  “Didn’t it work?”

Nothing played on the television.  I confessed I wasn’t tech-savvy and so I couldn’t say why nothing recorded.  He was immensely disappointed, but I told him I’d wear the negligee to bed that night and make it up to him.  He liked that.

Later when he was busy I opened up my laptop and watched a few minutes of the video that was now safely downloaded onto my hard drive, and all mine.  I was horny again, and knew that tonight I’d be with Brad but fantasizing it was Rob.

The hot fantasizing woman Brad will fuck tonight will be the benefit he got from my night in the Honeymoon Suite.  The video, and the business card with its private number scribbled on it will be mine and mine alone.

 

 

 

Donna M.

 

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