A Work in Progress Ep. 02

Removal of her sport coat was the previously agreed upon signal to Greg that she'd made her selection of who she was taking back to the room, though with as close as he was to the action, it hadn't been strictly necessary. Rhonda probably did it just for fun, he realized.

"Tell you what, fellas," she began, "I'm going to text my husband and tell him that I'm going to see a movie and not to bother me for a couple of hours and then, I think we should move this party back to my suite. Whadya say?"

The boys both nearly drowned themselves finishing their beers while Rhonda composed a quick message to Greg.

[Hope its ok, going off script. Might get 2 loads in this pussy]

Greg's erection became almost painful when he read this.

She straightened out her skirt before standing and threw her jacket over her shoulder, once she did. Joe offered to carry it for her and she made a comment about Jack not being the only gentleman in the family and then they were off.

The population of the hotel bar had perhaps doubled in the time since Rhonda had entered and Greg saw many sets of eyes watching her go.

Once the trio was gone from sight, he waited for a count of ten, put his folded laptop under his arm and moved for the door himself.

He didn't want to look like he was following anyone so when he reached the hall he simply walked right out, as opposed to peeking around the corner. By that point, his wife and the guys had passed the elevators and had stopped by the main set of stairs.

If they didn't start moving again, Greg was going to be forced to stop at the elevators and pretend to wait for one or risk walking right past them. Luckily, they were off again before he reached the lifts.

The suite was on the second floor and the couple's plan all along had been for Rhonda to avoid using the elevator because of safety concerns. Greg wanted to make sure that she ended up in the rooms they had rented and not someone else's. Now that the group had passed the main, open stairway, he could only assume that they were headed for one of the smaller stairwells. And not, he hoped, some ground floor room.

The doors to the rooms were arranged together in pairs that were set in shallow alcoves. Since no one was around to see Greg acting strangely at that moment, he started moving from niche to niche, like an honest to God detective tailing someone.

They continued down the long hall of the East wing of the hotel stopping only once, about halfway down the corridor, apparently to allow Rhonda to take off her shoes. Gentleman Jack then carried them for her.

Greg was struck by how small she looked between the men with her stilettos off. The guys, while not as tall as his partner Max, both had to be around six feet. As they approached the stairwell, they were getting grabby with his wife and she was laughing. They pulled the fire door open and disappeared from his sight.

Greg was ready to hot-foot it the rest of the way but just then, someone emerged from the last room in the hall and headed towards him so he proceeded at a respectable pace and even greeted the woman as she passed.

When he reached the door, he looked through its small, reinforced window before reaching for the handle. What he saw within caused his semi-flaccid penis, which had partially deflated in the process of following the group, to rapidly begin stiffening again.

They were on the landing between the first and second floors and Rhonda was facing the fire door with her back against the wall. The boys were on each side of her and the three of them were forming an almost perfectly symmetrical shape. It was like a piece of art or something, Greg thought. Like a raunchy sculpture made with living, human bodies.

Jack had Rhonda's right wrist pinned to the wall above her head with his left hand and he was kissing her passionately. Joe had her left hand pinned above her head near the other with his right. Their fingers were entwined and he was kissing and biting on her neck while her head was turned toward his brother.

Down south, Rhonda's skirt was bunched up around her waist and her neatly trimmed pussy would have been exposed if it hadn't been for Jack's big, right hand palming her entire pubic mound while he was in the process of fingering her. In turn, Jack's hand was being obscured by Joe's left hand laid over it, as he was vigorously working some of his fingers into her as well.

As he watched, Greg's own free hand absentmindedly started rubbing his junk through his pants.

He could hear much heavy breathing and moaning through the gap around the door, most of which seemed to be coming from his wife. She broke her lip lock with Jack, who went right to work on her neck, and then she looked directly into Greg's eyes through the little window. She gave him a wicked smile.

Her expression seemed to say, 'This is what you want, isn't it? You want to see your dirty, little slut in action, don't you?'

He had to admit he did. In fact, Rhonda looked so hot, he had to stop pawing at himself for fear of creaming his jeans right there in the hall. She turned her head to her left and put her tongue in Joe's very willing mouth. As they kissed, he redoubled his efforts to assist Jack in working over her snatch with their hands. The corded muscles in both men's powerful arms were rippling with exertion.

Between the brothers' shoulders, Greg could see some of his wife's ample chest heaving with the excitement of the moment and shortly, the button that was directly between her breasts, and therefore under the most duress, gave up its valiant fight. The poor thing seemed to vanish as it shot off to who knew where.

Jack showed no reaction to this event but his brother stopped kissing Rhonda long enough to take a gander at the cleavage exposed in the gap. He withdrew his hand from her crotch and began fumbling with one of the remaining buttons that was above the point of failure. He was having no luck with it and Greg figured that it didn't help that the man's fingers were wet and slippery with Rhonda's juices.

"Just rip it!" she cried, in a husky voice.

Jack, hearing this, withdrew his mouth from her also and grabbed at her shirt in near unison with Joe. The men pulled. The blouse burst open allowing Rhonda's big tits to first, slosh out away from each other, then recoil back together, before finally resting in their natural positions.

The boys gasped, and then wasted no further time in getting their lips and teeth onto her big nipples and generous areolas.

Greg could hear the thunk of his wife's head hitting the wall as she threw it back and growled in ecstasy. The men's hands again began jockeying for position at her crotch, but their activity came to an abrupt end when all present could hear the sound of a fire door on a higher floor open in the echo filled space.

Greg ducked his head away from the window as fast as he could, and then became concerned that the trio might flee in his direction. He wondered if he should take a bold approach to the problem and throw the door open himself. If they were headed towards him he could try to act innocently surprised when he ran into them.

As the moments of indecision stretched, he reached the conclusion that they weren't headed his way after all. He stole a peek through the reinforced glass again.

Joe had just concluded helping Rhonda back into her jacket and was picking up her shoes while Jack was leaning out over the railing to look straight up the stairwell. Apparently satisfied with whatever he saw, the older brother signaled for the other two to follow and they disappeared from sight onto the next flight of stairs.

Greg waited until he heard the sound of their egress above him before following. Once he'd reached the second floor himself, he opened the door as quietly as he could and poked his head out to check on the group's progress. He found that they were about halfway to the suite, walking quickly but otherwise keeping a low profile as there was a family wearing swimwear and carrying towels, walking towards them.

The pool bound couple with the three kids stopped at the main elevators which were roughly across the hall from the rooms Greg and Rhonda had rented. When the horny trio reached their destination, there seemed to be some tension between the two groups while the family waited for the lift and Rhonda located her key card. At last, the door was unlocked and Jack and Joe filed in after her.

Greg moved into the corridor and tried, once again, to walk nonchalantly towards his destination. Once the other party boarded their elevator and he was alone in the hall, he all but ran to the door immediately next to the one his wife and her new friends had entered. He used his own key card to slip inside the room that was adjoining to their suite.

They had discussed leaving the door that linked the two rooms unlocked in case Greg heard something that caused him to think Rhonda was in need of assistance. Ultimately, they decided against it, mostly due to the fact that the deadbolt had very obvious markings indicating what condition it was in. They were concerned that whatever man she took back to the room would see this and suspect that something weird was afoot. Besides, they realized that with two keys to the main suite, Greg could gain entry to it from the hall anytime he wanted to anyway.

He'd already set a chair next to the connecting door so he could sit and try to hear the action next door.

Over the course of the next hour and forty-eight minutes, he heard his wife make many noises, some of which, particularly towards the end, sounded very much like a woman in distress. The final act of this provocative audio performance reached a crescendo with a movement featuring 'Woman in Distress' with accompaniment by two 'Men in Distress.'

At last, after several minutes of silence, during which he half expected an encore to begin, he heard the suite's door to the hall, open and close. This was immediately followed by an all clear text from Rhonda.

Greg moved to his own door and spied on Jack and Joe through the peephole while they waited for an elevator. The guys looked a bit tired but also pleased with themselves. Jack even went so far as to gift his little brother with a pat on the shoulder.

"Well, it looks like they had a good night." Greg said aloud.

Once the elevator doors closed and the men were gone, he slipped out of the room and into the suite where his wife awaited him.

After closing the door he paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darker space. While he waited, he marveled at the smell of the place. The scent of Rhonda's sex was hanging in the air. It was as if her carnal excitement had exploded in the room. It made him think of a wild animal; raw and mammalian.

"Hey, is that my husband coming to check up on me?" Rhonda asked, in a dreamy tone.

"Yes it is. You're in trouble. You were bad again." he responded, while he moved deeper into the room.

A single bedside lamp was on and he found her lying in the middle of the king size, with the sheet pulled up to her neck.

"Before you get any further, can you turn the heat back up?" she asked. "We were sweaty and turned it down at some point but now I'm getting cold."

Greg fulfilled this request before stripping off his clothes and joining his wife on the bed. He sat cross legged next to her but not touching her yet.

Now that he was close to Rhonda, his nose detected the aromas of semen and perspiration as well.

"Sweaty, uh? You must have been a really bad girl."

"I was only doing what you told me to do." Rhonda said, with all the faux defensiveness she could muster in her dreamy state.

Her husband reminded her that she had been instructed to take A stranger; one singular, back to the suite and let him fuck her. She'd overshot the mark by double.

"And plus," he continued, "I caught you being very, very slutty in the stairwell. Imagine, a married woman letting a pair of strangers, she only just met, do that to her in a public place. My wife must be quite the whore."

Rhonda agreed that she must be so and asked him if he wanted to hear the whole story now, or just fuck her first, and save the confession for later.

"Well," he began, "since the point when you walked into the bar, I've probably been hard and soft and back again, I don't know, eight or ten times. I lost count. I'd really like you to tell me exactly how bad you've been, but you seem pretty tired. Are you sure you're up for it?"

"Those boys did do their best to wear me out, but for you baby? Anything." she purred.

Then she pulled the sheet down enough to reveal the pillowy shapes of her breasts.

"Oh yeah." Greg hissed, upon seeing this. "You let those brothers see your tits before you even made it back to the room."

"Yeah, I think my shirt is ruined. Sorry." she said.

Greg told her that he'd figured her whole outfit might end up being disposable when they'd purchased it anyway. Then he informed her that he expected to hear the complete story, without a lot of coaxing from him this time.

She promised to do her best.

"I assume you heard everything in the bar?" she inquired.

He assured her he had.

"Well, there wasn't much talking on the way here, other than them wanting to take the main stairs. They were trying to feel me up all the way down the hallway so I thought it would be more fun to take the secluded route and see what they got up to."

"Oh, they got up to some stuff." Greg observed.

"Yes they did." Rhonda agreed. "I think I was just about ready to cum when somebody came out a few floors up and we had to stop. Knowing you were watching me be such a naughty tramp really got me going. And those guys had some muscles on them. Their arms and shoulders were hard as rocks. Almost as hard as their cocks.

"When we were in the hall out here, I had to hold my jacket closed over my tits because the button on it was too low and my blouse was useless at that point. That poor family waiting for the elevator knew some kinky shit was going on. They kept trying to keep their kids from looking at us. Well the wife was, anyway. The husband was smiling at me the whole time.

"Once we got in here, I just took the coat and shirt off and threw them on the floor over there and when I turned around, Joe, the younger one, grabbed both my tits with his rough hands and started making out with me, hot and heavy.

"I pulled my skirt up around my hips and Jack said, 'Why don't you just take that off? And the stockings too.'

"So I did. Well, after I got Joe's tongue out of my mouth.

"It was such a turn on to be completely naked in front of two strange men who still had all their clothes on. I was on display for them, like I was a toy they'd just brought home. And they wanted me so bad; I could see it in their eyes. I felt so hot and so cheap; it was such a turn on. I was already wet from the stairwell, but when I was standing there totally vulnerable and at their mercy, I felt my juices running down the insides of my thighs.

"I dropped to my knees and got Joe's pants opened. I couldn't wait to get a dick in my mouth."

Greg, still sitting on the bed next to her legs, interrupted her story to ask if Joe's package was bigger than his own.

When she hesitated to respond, he reminded her that he wouldn't ask a question if he wasn't willing to hear the answer. Finally, Rhonda admitted that it had been bigger.

Greg had always felt confident that he was no slouch in the size department and of late, he'd been suspecting that the idea of his wife getting fucked by a dick larger than his would turn him on. He was right.

"That's hot." he said.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, seeming to be relieved.

"Definitely." he confirmed. "The idea of a truly big rod up in you gets me going."

"Ha! In that case, you haven't heard the half of it yet." Rhonda proclaimed.

Most of her previous drowsiness appeared to be gone. Greg urged her on, as he began to stroke himself slowly.

"So it turns out," she resumed, "as much as those two look alike with their clothes on, their cocks are identical. Joe's balls are a little bigger, I think. But the cocks, identical. It was freaky. And I mean freaky in a good way.

"So when I got Joe's out of his pants, I think I sucked in my breath. It was definitely longer than yours, but the head was smaller. It was sort of tapered. It got thicker and thicker as it got closer to the base. And at the base, it was bigger and fatter than yours too. The tip was so narrow though that as soon as I got it in my mouth, I was able to slip it right down my throat."

"Fuck, that's hot!" Greg observed.

"I know." Rhonda agreed. "Jack must've thought so too because he stripped off his clothes and sat in that armchair over there and started jerking off, just watching me give his little brother head.

"After a couple minutes of this I'd gotten my mouth good and warmed up and I was drooling all over my tits. Once I got my neck at the right angle, I was able to get all the way down on Joe's tool. It was tough to keep from dragging my teeth on that wide base, but the first time my chin touched his nuts, he said, 'Goddamn, bro. She's fucking good.'

"Then Jack said to me, "Okay, honey. Joey always has to get one off, right away, and then he can go for a while before he blows his load again. He's sorta gotta clean his pipes. Where can he put that first load?"

""Right in my mouth." I said. And then I swallowed his cock right back down to the base again. It probably wasn't thirty seconds before Joe said he was losing it.

"I backed off to where just the narrow head was between my lips and I stroked him while he squirted his cum in my mouth. Once I sucked the last bit of taste from his tip, I leaned back and swallowed it."

"Fuck!" Greg growled.

He got his legs under himself on the bed until he was on his knees next to Rhonda and resumed rubbing his own dick, but very slowly. He didn't want to pop off yet.

She gave him a sinister smile as she continued the tale.

"Both the guys were impressed that I swallow. I guess Jack's wife, Lydia I think they said, doesn't.

""So whadya want to do now?" I asked, looking at Jack. He reached down next to the chair and fished a rubber out of his pocket and I said, "You don't need to use that if you don't want to."

"Well, you woulda thought I'd just told him that he'd won a million dollars. He grinned and threw the condom package over his shoulder. Then, he curled his finger at me and patted his thighs, with his big cock sticking up between.

"I got up and put my knees on each side of him in the chair and slid right down on it. I'm pretty sure I was dripping on the floor while I was sucking Joe off so of course, it went right in and I felt so full and it was so deep, I swear it was poking around behind my bellybutton somewhere.

"He said, "Oh fuck. Bro, this is the softest pussy I've ever felt. And she's gonna let you fuck her without a raincoat."

""Shit." Joe said. "Rhonda, seriously, we can cream pie you?"

"By this point, I'd started riding Jack slowly. My tits were brushing up and down on his big pecks and it felt so good on my nipples. Even though you could tell he worked out, he had a little bit of a bear belly on him, which was actually nice because it was rubbing the front of my twat; grinding on my clit while that stiff rod of his was going in and out. Jack was just sitting there gripping the arms of the chair, letting me do all the work, like I was a high class hooker that he hired to get him off. I was so damn horny.

"I said, "Yes you can. I want both of you guys to cum in my pussy." and while I was saying that, I was thinking about you, Greg. I was thinking about how hot you were going to be when I told you about it. I was thinking about us and what we would be doing right this moment."