Here, we have a bit of a change of pace . . . just a plain-old kinky story. I’d say “male dominant, female submissive”, but there isn’t any of the traditional D/s stuff in here. Basically, husband makes a sexy suggestion to a wife after a silly night, and it leads to a very interesting night with a 3rd party, previously unknown to either member (though no group sex.

All things considered, car trouble on the way down to pick up the kids turned out ok. The week-long “staycation” was just perfect . . . your parents more than happy to take the little munchkins, my company finally pretending to “follow the rules” on that silly little use-it-or-lose-it rule. A week at home — projects to be completed, sex to be had, wine to be drunk.

After fighting for what seemed like hours with a car-rental place to get them to promise that we’d have a car large enough to complete the trip and drive the little monkeys back home, we found the first hotel we could to pack up for the night. It was a nice place, and my head didn’t explode from the price. We head up to the room well past midnight, and you walk in front of me before I can enter. “Hotel sex – the best sex” you whisper to me, putting your arms around me & giving me a great big kiss.

We enter the hotel room and immediately start kissing each other — I pick you up & throw you onto the king bed, but you take an unexpected bounce & start giggling. Well, giggling can’t be tolerated, & an epic tickle fight breaks out. Me on top of you, then you on top of me, our bodies twisted: laughing, giggling, begging for a break, calling “time out” only to start the tickling in on the other person once they let their guard down. Finally, I manage to pin your arms to the bed, my face right in-front of yours; I stick my tongue out & an epic French kiss follows . . . one of those numbers that we’ve skipped over way too much in our lovemaking . . . the kind of kiss you have in a new relationship, when you don’t know if sex is on the menu for later, so you want to ensure that every second of foreplay stays in your memory.

After we break the kiss, you whisper to me “I want to be naughty tonight, really naughty” and stick your ass up in the air.

I playfully tap it, and ask “oh, yeah, just how naughty?”

“Why don’t you decide for me,” you respond, a devilish grin on your face.

“Take off your clothes”, I whisper to you, and you immediately start doing a sexy little strip-tease. I watch, though you can tell that I’m already moving onto the rest of the night in my head.

When you’re fully naked in front of me, I ask “how naughty?”

“As naughty as you can come up with” you smirk back to me.

“Ok – I want you to exit the hotel room, right now. Walk to the front lobby. Tell whoever is at the front-desk that you mistook the room door for the bathroom door. Ask that person to let you back in.”

You look at me, and for once, you have nothing to say. Finally, you stand up, and say “ok, you’re on.”

Right before you open the hotel room door, I sneak in a last word “I want to add a degree of difficulty. Convince the person at the front desk that your husband was called out late to deal with a work issue. I’ll be coming in late, and you sleep like the dead. You don’t want to have to inconvenience him by having him get a reprogrammed key, so that person will need to escort you back to the room.”

You sigh “I guess I signed up for this, didn’t I?”, open the door & leave.

Once you hit the hallway, the light around you suddenly seems incomprehensibly bright. As you walk your way to the elevators, every tiny little sound you hear convinces you that somebody is going to open the door and stumble upon you. Step after step, the sound of somebody stirring inside a room, the sound of the floor creaking under your feet — it convinces you that you’ll be exposed to a complete stranger. Finally, you reach the elevator and hit the down button. Add the elevator sounds to that list of sounds that make it seem that somebody is right around the corner.

Finally, the elevator arrives, and you breathe a sigh of relief to find it empty. You step in, hit the button for the lobby, and shriek a bit when you hear the creak of a door opening. However, the elevator door closes before anybody can see you exposed.

The trip down to the lobby is uneventful – no surprise stops at any floors, just a straight path down to the lobby. You exit the elevator, and again, you appear alone. As you approach the front desk, somebody steps out from the back – the “graveyard shift” guy . . . couldn’t be all that much out of high school, tall & a bit stocky, red hair, glasses, in his “white shirt, black pants” getup as dictated by so many establishments. “Rodney” his name-tag read.

“I, um, locked myself out of my room” you say to him, using an arm to try to hide your breasts & another to hide your pussy. “See, I was going to take a late-night bath, and I must have stepped out the wrong door. The door closed behind me before I could figure out what had happened.”

“Oh, sure – um, it happens all of the time”, Rodney responded. Let me just make another key for you.

“No!” you interrupt, blushing. “My husband – he got called out on work, and I’m not going to wake up if he knocks on the door. Is there any way you can just give me the same key?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Rodney responds (you hate it when you’re called ma’am), “but the system doesn’t work like that. I can’t create an additional copy of any key.”

“Well, can’t you give me a master key?” you ask

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But, I’d get fired if anybody found out that I did so.”

“Well, can’t you take a master key & escort me back to my room?”, you ask, thinking it a very reasonable request. “I mean, it’s not like it looks like you’re going to have a bunch of guests walking through the door.”

“That will work”, Rodney responds & heads to the back room for just a second, returning with a coat. “Here, take this” he says, and you can’t help but notice that you were just a bit chilly in your nakedness.

Rodney & you walk back to the elevators, and then back to the hotel room. All of the way, you don’t cross a soul. Finally, back to the hotel room, Rodney opens the door for you, steps inside and points to the bathroom door. “The bath is in there, ma’am”.

You, however, can’t help but notice that I’m nowhere to be found . . . though a closet door open ajar gives you a bit of a clue. “Time to show him,” you think to yourself. “Thank you so, so much, you say, handing Rodney back his jacket, this time taking no care to cover your naked body.

“I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you. There has to be something that I can do…”

“No, all in a day’s duty”, Rodney responds awkwardly & heads to leave.

You let your fingertips trace his arm, “are you sure there isn’t anything I can do?” you ask, licking your lips seductively.

“I need to get to the front desk, it’s my job” he whispers, no longer eager to leave the room.

“I think I can make this quick” you respond, letting your fingers work their way down his flat belly. Rodney made no complaint when you started to unbuckle his belt.

Going down on your knees, you look into the closet & wink . . . and then proceed to unbutton Rodney’s dress pants. Once the fly is undone, the pants drop themselves to the ground, and his sizable cock is staring you straight in the face. You put your thumbs into the elastic, fully freeing his cock.

Slowly, your fingers hold his fully erect member still as you lick & tease the slit opening. Rodney groans. You then start to slide his cock in and out of your mouth, tracing your lips with your right hand, cupping his balls with your left, looking into the closet door with every chance you can.

Drool pools at the corners of your mouth as you deep throat him until he gasps. I see you try to take all of his spunk, but some spills out of your mouth, trickling down onto your chest.

“Thank you again, Rodney”, you say, after swallowing, opening the door to allow him to leave, not even giving him time to put his pants back on. Rodney shuffles out, closing the room door behind you.

You open the closet door to find me smiling at you . . . “fuck me now, you sick bastard” you say to me, as you lead me to the bed.