Do You Like What You See?

"I think I see something," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm sure. The curtains in room......"She glanced over at the room plan on the night table. "Room 2042. Yes. 2042. They're fluttering. Yes. They're definitely fluttering. Someone's standing peeking from the left side, and the curtains are fluttering."

We kissed each other deeply. Then we broke our kiss and Emily looked brazenly up at 2042 and smiled widely. Then she reached for the phone next to the bed and punched a number. "Shelton Hotel," the hotel switchboard answered. I had my ear close to the receiver, eagerly listening. We were both giggling.

"Room 2042, please," said Emily.

I heard them ringing the room. Then curtains stopped fluttering. Then someone picked up the phone. A man.

"Hello," he said, nervously. I think he knew.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Emily in her sexiest voice.

"I sure do," said the voice.

"What's your name, baby?" breathed Emily.

"Alex," he answered. "What's yours?" He had come back to the window with the phone in his hand, and pulled open the curtains. His room was still semi-dark, but we could see his outline against the glass.

"Emily," she said, and she waved. "And this is Roy."

I waved my hand in his direction.

"Turn on the light, so we can see each other," Emily told him.

"Hold on," he said. He moved away from the window, and some lamps went on. He returned and stood facing us, the phone still in his hand.

Alex was very tall and thin. But strong looking. From this far away, he looked handsome with this deep-set eyes, prominent cheekbones and firm chin. The hand that wasn't holding the phone, was stroking his dick through his pants. He hadn't yet taken it out. What fortitude. But now, as he held the phone in his left hand, he started undressing with his right hand. Emily kept spurring him on with "Oh, yes. Oh, yes." Finally he stood there nude, caressing a large hard-on.

"Where are you from, Alex?" asked Emily.

"Butte, Montana," he said.

"What a long distance," Emily exclaimed. "What brought you here?"

"A convention," he explained. "I'm one of the national chairmen of the American Rodeo Association."

"A cowpoke," said Elaine to Alex, and she and I smiled at each other.

"Yes, ma'am," he assented.

"Well, cowpoke. How would you like to come over here and join us?"

"I'd like that real well," said Alex.

She gave him the address and apartment number. We watched as he got dressed in front of the window. Then he walked away. The light went out in the room. We waited. We were giving him time to come down in the elevator. To walk through the elegant lobby. To go out through the revolving doors. To cross the street. To enter our building, and to buzz.

Buzz.

"There's Alex," announced Emily. She walked to the intercom and put the earpiece to her ear. "Alex? Come on up, honey." She buzzed him in. We waited as he got into the elevator, pushed 18, opened the elevator door when it stopped on our floor, and walked down the carpeted hallway. He rang.

Emily stood behind the door and let him in. I went back and lay on the bed, with my head on the pillows. Emily brought him in.

"Hello, Alex," I greeted him, and extended my right arm.

"Hello, Roy." He reached out and we shook hands. The hand hanging at his side wore the usual gold wedding ring.

"Make yourself comfortable, baby. We're all alone here," Elaine said. As he stripped off his clothes, Emily started sucking on my hard dick. I was squeezing her tits. When Alex got down to his 'manufactured in India' polka-dot boxers, I saw how tented out they were. He was so turned on by what Emily and I were doing to each other.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked him.

"Man. I love what I see."

"Well, climb on the bed and join in," Emily encouraged him.

He spread the elastic waistband, and lowered his drawers. His dick was long and thick. Longer and thicker than Ted's. Longer and thicker than mine. It was so engorged with blood that it looked purple. It looked angry. It looked mean.

I admired his dark hairy chest and his firm male nipples. I admired his long, hairy, slender legs, his firm thighs, his narrow waist, his tight muscled stomach, his perfectly-molded asscheeks. I was about to have sex with this man. I was ready.

He stepped onto the bed with his left knee. He crawled over to us, his rigid prick sticking out a lot of inches in front of him. Emily took her mouth off my penis, and turned. Quickly her mouth engulfed his powerful engine. He put his left hand around her head. I could see his wedding band gleam in her blonde hair.

"Suck my cock, bitch. Come on. Suck it."

I could see that Alex got off on rough talk.

"Fuck my mouth, honey," Emily instructed him, and pressed her hands against his hairy buttocks. I moved down on the bed and got between Emily's thighs. I started nibbling on her sweet little button.

"Aaaagggghhhhhh," she screamed and her lower body started thrashing around, even as Alex was fucking her throat. She was now lying flat on the bed, and Alex was in push-position over her mouth, and as he bent his arms, his long penis went deeper and deeper into Emily's gagging throat.

Since everybody was having a good time, we continued this for over ten minutes. Finally, my mouth was getting tired, as I'm sure was Emily's. And no doubt, Alex must be tired. He had done over 300 pushups. We separated from each other, and Alex fell back on the pillow.

"Roy, honey," said Emily seductively.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you go down on Alex? Take his big cock into your mouth and give him a nice blowjob?"

I thought about it for a minute. "Really?" I asked her.

"Do it for me," she said.

"Okay," I agreed. I crawled between Alex's hairy thighs. I put one hand on his thigh, and I grasped his heavy dick with my other hand. I moved it around and looked at it. It really did look mean. Finally I opened my mouth and took it inside. At least I wasn't flicking now. My tongue had gotten a little irritated with all the cunnilingus. Cuntbeard induced lingual razorburn.

It was very interesting. I sucked it. I tasted it. I took my mouth off it. I got it very wet. I massaged it with my hand. I put it back in my mouth. I felt it fill my mouth. It was hot. I felt it pulse on my tongue.

"Suck my dick, faggot. Suck my big dick," he yelled at me and forced my head down.

He was calling me faggot. I wasn't insulted. I liked it. I wanted to do what he said. I moved my face down and started tonguing his hairy nuts. I started stroking myself as I licked him. He groaned and twisted.

"Yeah. That's it, queerboy. Take 'em in your hot mouth. Suck my big balls."

Who was I not to obey? This was so fucking exciting. My heart was pounding. I moved my mouth back onto his prong and sucked it down my throat. Emily, meanwhile, was playing with her tits and pussy, getting off on it. She was liking what she was seeing.

Then Emily stretched out on the bed. "Eat my pussy," she told Alex. He moved down and began to tongue her. I could see right away he was not the tonguemaster I was.

Alex was kneeling between Emily's legs, and I moved down on the bed and continued to lave his dick and balls. Then I moved behind him, and began to lick his balls from my new position. Then I began to lick the smooth flesh between his hairy balls and his hairy assballoons. He was spiraling his waist around, enjoying my attentions.

"Fuck me," Emily said. He wasn't that great in the tongue department. A fuck would be better. She pulled him over her, and grabbed his angry purple dick. She eased it into her hole. "AAAARRGGGG," she screamed joyously as it slipped into her. She raised her waist up to him, and their pubic hair was braiding together.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I kept licking his balls, as he fucked her. I kept licking the smooth flesh below his balls. Suddenly a crazy desire overcame me. I moved my tongue higher. Up between his fleshy cheeks. The tip of my tongue sought out his locked pucker. I licked. And I licked. I stuck out my tongue. Flick. Flick. Flick.

"Oh, God," he screamed. "Eat my ass. Eat my asshole, faggot. That feels so good. So fucking good. Oh, yes. What a great little faggot you are."

I felt flattered to get a compliment like that on my first endeavor.

"I want Roy to eat me now," said Emily. She was stage-directing the whole scene. She had taken total control. It didn't occur to either Alex or me not to obey her.

I knelt down between her thighs and went full speed ahead. I knew she wanted to come. I could do that for her.

Now Alex got behind me. He was kneeling behind my asshole. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face descending? Was he going to lick my asshole? I couldn't believe it. No. He wasn't. He was separating my cheeks and spitting onto my hole. He was spitting into his hand. Five or six times. Now he was crawling up, and I felt his angry purple knob touching my own virgin pucker.

He was going to fuck me. Emily had my head in her hands against her pussy, and I didn't even have time to react, before I felt the hot head of his dick slowly separating my asswalls. It was going in. His dick was going into my ass.

"Take that dick, faggot," he ordered.

"MMMMFFFFF," I answered.

You won't believe this, but it actually felt great. I felt stuffed. Stuffed and complete, like the other half of my soul had finally joined the first half.

I started humming in ecstasy, and my vibrating lips were surrounding Emily's little clit and just sending her up the wall.

"Oh, yes. Yes, Roy, baby. Hum that tune for me. My pussy loves that tune." She was screaming and thrashing around more than I've ever seen her.

"Oh, my god. What a hot faggot asshole. So hot. So tight. Squeeze my dick, faggot. Squeeze my big dick with your pussy." That was Alex, of course.

Emily wasn't so special anymore. She wasn't the only one here with a pussy. My pussy clamped down on his pillaging blunt-ended sword.

"AAAAGGGHHH." Now he was screaming too. He was screaming. She was screaming. I was humming.

"I'm coming," screamed Emily, and her legs started to jiggle and vibrate. Her arms were flailing around and she was gasping for breath.

"I'm coming," screamed Alex, and began smashing his hips against my ass at NASCAR speed.

I felt his dangling hairy balls swinging wildly between my thighs. They were both coming. I needed to come. I grabbed my dick and wildly started to pull on it. In two pulls, my cum gushed out in waves all over the sheet. I was that excited.

We all collapsed on the pillows, side by side. I was in the middle. Lucky Pierre. We rested a few minutes, saying nothing. Then Alex stretched across my chest and kissed Emily on the mouth. I could feel his ribs against my own. Then he lifted up slightly and I thought he was just going to lie back down, but no. Suddenly, he crawled on top of me and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

"You're the best faggot I ever had," he told me.

"Thank you," I said. What kind words. I was grateful. I dug my tongue into his mouth and we kissed for a few minutes.

"I suppose I'd better be getting back. I've got to get up early for my meeting."

Emily and I watched as he pulled on his polka-dotted boxers. The long floppy appendage disappeared behind the cotton. We hated to see it go. He put on the rest of his clothing and we walked him to the door and locked it behind him.

"Well?" Emily asked. "How was it?"

"It was great," I answered enthusiastically. "When can we do it again?"

"Next week when I come over, she told me." I could hardly wait.

In the next few months we had over a dozen visitors. All handsome, young family men from distant small towns. All delighted to have stumbled on the forbidden thrills of the big naughty city.

I fucked, I got fucked. I sucked. I got sucked. Emily sucked. Emily got fucked. Emily received many oralsex orgasms. We had a good thing going. When it had been just the two of us, we had settled into a comfortable routine. But now every time was an adventure. We never knew whom we were going to entice. Suppose it were someone unattractive? Suppose it were someone very very old? It never was. We did hope that one night we might attract a couple, but that never happened. I guess a couple is in bed fucking, not looking out the window.

Emily's annual vacation was approaching. She was going to visit her sister in California. For two months. I eyed the calendar with dread. What would I do without my Emily? I would be all alone. No sex. No excitement. No adventure. I realized that I had gotten hooked on all of this. I loved tantalizing voyeurs. How would I ever live through Emily's vacation?

After Emily departed, I slept with the drapes drawn. I slept badly. A thought occurred to me. I knew it was ridiculous, but why not? One day I did the unthinkable. I went into a sex shop.

That night, I came up and got undressed. I opened the drapes and stared up as far as I could see. Between my apartment and the hotel, if you looked straight up, you could almost see the stars. I climbed on my bed and faced my picture window. I took out the dildo I had bought that morning. I opened a tube of lubricant. I worked that thing into my ass. Then I withdrew it. Then I worked it in and out. All the time, I was staring at the windows across the street.

Just because Emily wasn't here, that didn't mean that I couldn't do a performance. This was performance art, and I was now a performance artist, I reasoned. Maybe I wouldn't be getting an artist's grant from the National Council on the Arts, but I could still perform. Perhaps somewhere in this great world, maybe even across the street, I would find an audience.

I licked my lips and made inviting faces as I looked into all those windows. I rolled over onto my belly and stuck a pillow under my middle. My ass was now raised up. I reinserted the dildo and started slowly moving it in and out, in and out. Did a curtain just move in 2138? I could swear that it had. Yes. It was fluttering rhythmically. As if someone were jerking off. Jerking off, watching the flesh-colored, penis-shaped, plastic dildo moving in and out of my wanting hole.

I was so excited, I started stroking my cock, but they couldn't see that. I was lying face down. I was so excited I could have shot off then and there, but I didn't. I wanted to see how far I could take this. I turned my head and looked straight up at room 2138. I smiled. I started to hunch my ass, fucking my pillow. All the time I was smiling up at room 2138. I had an audience. This was so great.

Now was the big test. I reached over to the night table and got the phone. I pressed out the hotel's number. When the operator answered, and said "Shelton Hotel, I said, "Room 2138, please." It rang.

The curtain stopped moving. Someone was picking up the phone. "Hello," he said. It sounded like a young guy. Another suburban husband, no doubt.

"Hi," I said in a low sexy voice. "Do you like what you see?"