Clarrie had spent years with the boys in the band. She’d had them all in her bed at some point or another— but for some reason she always came back to Hugo, the bassist. She simply couldn’t explain it to anyone.
Maybe it was the way Hugo was looked upon as being the rock of the band— both musically and in his ‘real-life’ persona. He was older than the other guys, more mature and worldly. He’d travelled far and seen many sights and sounds, as a result she thought him to be wiser and more dependable than the others.
Maybe it was because he was the key to the band’s music. His deft fingers running up and down the long fingerboard of his bass; stroking and caressing; pounding a rhythm like thunder at times, but on others tender and gentle like a soft caress. He knew how to tease the best out of his instrument with the slightest of touches.
Just like a woman… his woman. Just like he did with Clarrie.
For her, there was just nobody better at teasing her best notes out … Hugo the bassist was the absolute best.
I don’t think either of us quite believed it when we found the note which had been pushed under our hotel door. The evening had seemed to go well— or at least we thought it had. Our meeting with the team from our new prospective sponsor had been conducted over a private dinner; just my wife and I representing the company, and the three young executives. They were all in their thirties and I thought that were very sure of themselves; knowing precisely what they wanted from the deal. I also couldn’t help but notice how enamoured they appeared to be with my wife, Janet. They were charming and acted respectfully with her throughout; total gentlemen when speaking to her. It was obvious that she appreciated the attention— but it was not entirely a surprise to me. Janet looked fabulous; her lithe, sexy figure clad in a figure-hugging black dress with a low neckline. With her shock of red hair and perfectly coiffured make-up, she looked ten years younger than her real age of forty-five. A gorgeous milf if I had ever seen one.
“So what does the note say again?” my wife asked.
I turned it over between my fingers, my heart beginning to race.
“They’ve discussed the deal and have agreed to take it in principle, as long as a few loose ends can be tidied up.”
Janet bit her lip, a little habit she had developed when feeling slightly naughty or aroused.
“And they want to discuss it with us further… now? At this late hour?”
I swallowed hard, hardly believing what I was thinking.
“No. They want to discuss it with you specifically, in private, in one of their rooms.”
At first the silence had been deafening. Janet sat quietly on the end of the bed, still wearing the black dress she had worn throughout dinner. My own mind was racing— my beautiful and desirable wife, on her own in a hotel room with three younger handsome men; all of whom would no doubt like to fuck the brains out of her if they got the chance. I didn’t know what to say or do and just stood there, feeling slightly dumbfounded, but also having a sense of arousal as I imagined the scenario.
“So? Do you mind?” Janet asked me quietly after a short pause.
“Do you mind if I go on my own to their room?”
I could hardly believe my ears. Here, my faithful and loving wife of twelve years was talking about going to a hotel room containing three virile and handsome men. I didn’t know how to respond, or what to say to her. After a few seconds it was Janet herself who answered her own question.
“I don’t mind going alone. They acted like perfect gentlemen all night long. I’m sure they’ll be gallant and make sure they look after me appropriately.”
She got up from the bed and took her lipstick out of her bag, fixing her lips as she pouted delectably into a mirror. I watched in silence as she straightened her hair and her dress, preening herself to look her best as she walked into a strange hotel room at almost midnight. She had a half-smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she turned to face me.
“Will this do then? Do you think I will seal the deal looking like this?”
I looked her gorgeous body up and down; feeling incredibly turned on that she would even consider doing something like this. I had fantasised about us having similar encounters for years, but we had never spoken a word to each other about it. Her reactions now, her apparent eagerness to visit with the three guys; being so relaxed and potentially flirting with them and then heaven knows what more. The situation suddenly had me thinking that maybe she also had been having similar fantasies to my own.
“Are you sure about this… absolutely sure?” I asked slowly, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out if she wanted to. She rested her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.
“I am honey. Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just fine.”
She planted two fingertips against my lips and walked across to the door, opening it and confidently walking out into the corridor.
“I really don’t know how long this meeting might take,” she said calmly, turning to look at me as she walked up the corridor. “…I have the spare room key, so don’t wait up. And don’t worry… I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
My wife turned and walked away from me without saying another word.
“Are you sure they are all watching?” I sighed and smiled to myself. “Baby. I can see at least four guys watching you from three different buildings. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are more by the time we’re finished.” My wife giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and reached behind her, sliding down the zipper of her summer dress and letting it drop to the floor. I sucked in my breath as I enjoyed the sight of her in the new lingerie she had purchased that same morning. “Do you think this will have the desired effect?” she purred, staring into my eyes as she brushed her tongue across her lips in excited anticipation of what was to come.
I nodded, pushing my shorts down to the floor as I walked across to her. I dropped to my knees behind her and grasped her hips as she opened her legs wider, steadying herself against the window to allow me better access. “Once they see my tongue disappear into your ass cheeks they are going to blow, don’t have any doubt about that.”
She moaned and pushed her ass back into my face. “Ooh, well I hope they enjoy the show. Maybe I can wear black tomorrow, what do you think?”
I didn’t answer her. I had more pressing things on my mind.
I knew from the outset that I would not be able to resist her. It was inevitable really… every time she caught me looking at her she would turn away, a coy smile appearing slowly across her face. It screamed out her innocence, or so at first I thought, but I soon realised that she was far from that. Rather, I eventually worked out that her demure glances were being used to seduce me, and have me fall headlong for her.
She turned and walked across the room toward me.
“You still haven’t told me your name…” I asked again, leaning back into my chair as my body began to react to the delectable sight of her perfect nakedness.
“I am your Maid, sir. And that is all you need to know.”
Justine had been waiting in the cafe for almost an hour before he finally arrived. Gaston sat in his usual seat by the window, which offered him a perfect view of the table where she was sitting.
An almost imperceptible movement of his left hand gave her the signal that he was ready, and she raised her leg up onto the chair, getting ready to slowly expose her quim to his view. Her folds were moist and glistened from her anticipation of this moment – once again she found herself in awe that she could have such an effect on the voyeur.
It took only a few moments for him to finish, and after wiping his shrinking member he raised himself to his feet, dropping the 500 euros onto her table as he passed.
She straightened her dress across her nakedness and picked up the cash, releasing a sad sigh. Her arrangement with Gaston to see to his needs might only be a short weekly visit, but it gave her an additional steady income… sometimes paying better than the takings of the cafe itself.
She knew that it would not continue forever, but she would continue to help him out as long as she could…
He sat waiting in the plush armchair as the bathroom door slowly opened, his lovely wife appearing in the doorway, her lithe and supple frame silhouetted against the light inside. “Well…?” she asked him quietly, a delicious curl appearing across her lips. “Will I do?” She was wearing the new lingerie he had had purchased from the dealer in Paris – a tight-fitting basque, panty and stocking set made especially for her. The sexy outfit did the job perfectly and she looked outstanding.
“It is just what I had been hoping for – a special outfit for a special lady on a particularly special occasion…” he said through a broad smile, nodding his appreciation as she stepped across the room to approach him. She leaned down toward him – the pearly white orbs of her breasts almost threatening to burst free from their bindings.
“So do you think he will like it?”
Her husband nodded, almost being swamped by her perfume, his hands and fingers exploring every inch of her flesh he could reach.
“Oh yes. He’s gonna love it, I promise you that.”
His wife drew her head back slightly, still leaning forward over him, an expression of her wanting to take control of the man she loved. “You remember what we said? What I want you to do when the time is just right?” He nodded in agreement.
Sofia looked her husband in the eyes, biting her lip in anticipation of what was shortly to follow. “And I’ll only say it once. ‘That’s it baby, hold me open for him… just like you said you would.”