The Accidental Hooker

Tom was laughing now. "I did say something. I told he had paid me and for you to show him a good time." Tom was laughing hard now. It was contagious and Pam starting laughing as well.

After a few minutes of laughter, Tom managed to talk again. "Okay, so both of us are waiting for the other to say something. Neither of us did, so you show the guy a good time. And, he rips us off for $100 to boot!" Tom couldn't help himself and started laughing all over again. After a few minutes of laughter, husband and wife hugged giving each other a kiss of forgiveness.

Tom asked, "so about the juicy details? What did you two do?"

"Well, I set my purse down and we hugged and kissed like we are. He untied my halter-top." She waited for Tom to untie it. "Then I stepped back." Like before the halter-top fell. "I asked him if he liked and he said yes, putting a hand on each one." Tom put both hands on both tits. Pam hugged him and kissed him. "Then he moved one hand and rubbed my back some, rubbed my ass some, and unzipped my skirt." Tom did as Matt did, only the lefty used his left hand. Pam noticed that her husband Tom was as hard as Matt had been. Pam stepped back, letting the skirt fall. "He said that he was wondering what color underwear I was wearing."

"I saw his hand on your leg, I'm surprised he didn't find out sooner," Tom interjected.

"He was afraid we'd get caught. Would you really want your wife screaming through an orgasm as another guy fingered me in public?"

Tom chuckled at the image. Pam knelt down in front of him. "So I told him I wanted to see what color his underwear was." She looked up at her husband as she undid his pants, pushing them down, and taking him into her mouth.

"So what color were they," Tom asked, watching his wife give him head, knowing Matt got head from her as well.

Pam took him out, giving Tom a look like he was an idiot. "Hell, I don't know! I did tell him that his was the first dick I had seen in ten years that wasn't yours. I asked him how long it would take for him to get hard again to fuck me. He said that with a little kissing, a little fondling and a LOT of eating pussy, he'd be hard enough to fuck me." Pam went back down on her husband for a bit, then stopped and stood up.

"Aren't you going to finish me?" Tom asked.

"Are you going to eat my pussy?" Pam asked.

"Okay, so you finished him off. Did you swallow?"

Pam gave him the 'you're stupid' look again. "Don't I always?" Tom just shrugged and nodded his agreement. "After I swallowed his cum, I laid down in bed." Pam lay down, knees bent, and legs spread. She knew better than to hope Tom would think of licking her pussy. "Then I told him to get naked." Pam waited for Tom to strip. "He took a condom out of his wallet and put it on the table." Tom patted the table, pretending to put the condom there. He was glad to hear the mention of a condom. He lay down next to her and kissed her, played with her tit. "He fingered me to an orgasm."

"Damn, you're wet down there!" Tom noticed.

"Hell, walking around, sitting in that skimpy outfit, I was feeling sexy. Then when I sat next to you, I kept talking to you. I could feel his eyes all over me."

"They were."

"I know and it made me horny as hell!" She kissed him to pause the conversation. She let Tom finger her to the orgasm like Matt had. Besides, reliving it this way did make her horny to do it all over again. After she came, she told him, "that's when he got between my legs and ate my pussy." To his credit, Tom did get between her legs, but only kissed the top of her bush once. "Tom," Pam said tenderly, "that alone was the most wonderful anniversary present you could have given me. Matt eating my pussy and making me come twice." Pam sighed wistfully.

"Is that when he fucked you?" Tom asked, wondering when they got down to business. And, hoping to fuck his wife soon.

"Well, first he put on the condom." Tom stroked himself, acting like he was putting the condom on. "It had these ribs on it. God! It felt good in my pussy! We're buying some when we get home."

"Seems senseless, considering," Tom commented as he got on top and entered his wife. He proceeded to fuck his wife. Pam faked an orgasm. She never had a real orgasm during intercourse, except when Matt had used the ribbed condom.

"Mm, thank you, lover," Pam said with a kiss when he finished. "He took the condom off and tossed it to the trash." Then with a giggle, "he missed." Tom waved his hand as if throwing something, then with wide eyes and his hand over his mouth, made an exaggerated look of 'oops'. "He lay down next to me and we talked a bit."

Tom laid down next to her. "So what did you two talk about?"

"First, I thanked him for going down on me. I wish you would. Then, I asked him if he always picked up hookers when he traveled and he said no. I asked him when the last time he had been with another woman was and he told me about a time seven years ago when he and his wife had split up briefly. So, finally, I asked him why he had a condom in his wallet."

"Yea, why did he?" Tom asked.

"They're planing on having a baby. Her OB/GYN suggested that they wait to get the pill out of her system. So, they're using condoms for a bit," Pam explained.

"Damn," Tom said, "I guess that wouldn't work for me then, would it?"

"Hell, no," Pam jabbed him with an elbow. "Any way, I lay there thinking about how great it was to have him go down on me. And all of a sudden, he asks me if I want a mustache ride."

"After he already fucked you?" Tom asked.

"I asked the same thing, but he said it was no big deal since he'd used a condom." Pam rolled on top of Tom and sat on his chest. "So he held my tits and ate me to three orgasms." Tom held one tit. With his other hand, he kissed it, patted her bush, and repeated three times as if he was eating her three times. He didn't like going down on her, but he had no problems looking at her pussy, even with his cum oozing out.

Pam scooted back. "Ooh, you seem to like hearing me talk about screwing him!"

"It's sexy as all hell, Babe," Tom confessed. "It's got me hard as a rock again."

"I can tell. He was hard again. Only I told him that he must like eating pussy an awful lot. Then I..." Pam got up, aimed Tom's prick at her pussy and easily slid her cum filled pussy down him. "He complained that he didn't have a second condom, but I wasn't worried."

"You fucked him without a condom?!?"

"If he really picked up hookers all the time, he wouldn't have admitted the split with his wife. Besides, I am on the pill." Pam started going up and down on him. "And I'll tell you the same thing I told him. Now shut up and fuck me."

A slightly bewildered Tom complied as readily as Matt had. When they finished, Pam stretched out on top of him and they kissed for awhile.

"Well, Babe?" Tom asked. "Did you learn anything?"

"Two things actually," she said with another kiss. "One, always make sure your pimp knows how much money he's supposed to get." She kissed Tom as he chuckled over getting ripped off. "And two, for $100 and some pussy eating, I just might fuck anybody." Pam kissed Tom again, letting her last lesson sink in a little. Tom was a little dismayed, thinking that maybe she'd learn something about condom use.

After the brief tongue dance, Tom sighed. "Go wipe you pussy real good and come back to bed. I guess it's time for me to learn something."

It took a few tentative kisses from Tom. A little coaxing from Pam. But when she told Tom that she remembered what room Matt was in, Tom plunged his tongue into her pussy. After a bit of instruction, Pam got what she really wanted for an anniversary present. An orgasm from her own husband's tongue.

"Now THAT's what I really wanted!" she yelled as she came. She decided that one orgasm was good enough for Tom's first time going down on her. They shifted around in the king-sized bed and Pam went down on her husband's limp dick. Licking from the bottom to the tip, as if that would make it grow. It worked, it grew as it got hard. "Where would you like to finish?" she asked devilishly of her husband.

"Well, you always said that if I ever went down on you, I could fuck your ass."

"I'll get the lube!" Pam squealed as she jumped from the bed.

Matt finished eating and went to the bar. He was hoping to see Tom and Pam happy together. He dreaded seeing them together and arguing. When they weren't there, he only hoped things worked out okay for them. Matt bought a beer, took a sip and left the bar. He took the beer to his room.

In his room, he kicked off his shoes, turned on CNN, and sat in bed watching TV. He could smell Pam's perfume on the pillow and his mind kept going back to the great sex he had with her. Later he got a chill and opened his eyes. His half-empty bottle sat on the table, the TV was still on, he was still dressed, and it was 6:30 in the morning.

Matt walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He set up the four-cup coffeepot and turned it on. Stripping, he stepped into the shower. The coffee would be done when he got out.

Dressed and packed, ready to go, Matt stepped from his room. He left the bag behind, not wanting to drag it down to breakfast. He picked up the edition of USA Today at the doorway. Breakfast at the hotel was served cafeteria style for a flat five bucks. He took what he wanted and sat down with his paper. At least they did have a server that kept his coffee cup filled.

Seeing movement, Matt looked up to see Pam and Tom sitting down. He caught Tom's eye. The two men nodded and smiled knowingly at each other. Tom leaned toward Pam and said something. Pam looked behind her, saw Matt, and winked. She leaned toward Tom and they talked a bit. Then Pam got up and walked over to Matt's table. Matt figured it might be about the other $100.

"Hi, Matt. Have you checked out yet?" Pam asked, sitting at his table. Matt shook his head 'no' slightly. "Good. I'm supposed to go to your room and get the $100. Unless you really think I was only worth that."

"You're worth that and more. I'm a buyer for my company and just naturally try to get the best price. But I can give it to you here, or somewhere in the lobby," Matt suggested.

"No. I'm also supposed to charge you interest. And I can't charge that kind of interest here," Pam said with a wink.

Matt looked over to Tom. Tom smiled and raised his orange juice in toast. Matt returned the toast with his coffee. "Okay, I'll wait for you to finish eating." Pam went to her table, moved her tray so she could look at Mat and sat down. Shaking his head side-to-side, Matt smiled at her. Then picked up his paper again. Not that he could really concentrate on any article. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked hot.

Matt wasn't in the middle of reading a good article. He wasn't lost in thought. He was trying to do both when she asked, "ready?" He looked up and saw Pam smiling seductively at him.

"For you, always," Matt replied, getting up. They walked out of the restaurant area and into the lobby. Pam surprised Matt by taking his hand in hers.

The concierge hated Fridays. He worked second shift Monday through Thursday. But he had to work first shift on Fridays. The hotel wanted the same concierge on Friday and Saturday nights. He would have preferred to work Tuesday through Saturday, even Sunday through Thursday. But, this was the schedule they gave him. He noticed the hooker from last night and the first john he saw her with standing at the elevators. She wasn't in her working clothes, but there was no mistaking it. He started for them, but an elevator with only one rider to drop off stopped. They got on it just as another elevator opened, dispensing a small crowd. He missed her again. But every time he had a small respite in his work, he scanned the lobby for her. He really wanted to find her. Many of the escorts that worked the hotel bar tipped him well when he referred a guest to them. One even preferred to tip him in kind. He gave her a lot of business, she gave him a lot of blowjobs.

"So what kind of interest are you charging me?" Matt asked. The elevator was empty as most guests were going down to leave.

"Eat me."

Matt looked at her and smiled. He could afford that kind of interest. They were quiet, if not close as they got to Matt's room. Only the way the door closed automatically kept them from making a scene. Pam had her hands on the bottom of her t-shirt as they stepped in. She was pulling it off just as the door closed shut.

"Get naked," Pam told him.

"Do I really need to get naked to go down on you?" Matt asked, even as he was taking off his shirt.

"I might have to give you change," Pam replied, with a coy look.

She finished getting naked before Matt by just a bit and laid down in bed. The view was good to Matt and he got between her legs, kissing from her knee to her crotch. He kissed so slow, Pam had to coax him, "come on, I want it. Give it to me." It didn't speed him up, but he did get to her pussy.

After the second time she came, as Matt gave her clit a rest by kissing her lips, Pam lifted her head up. "If you make me come again, I get to give you change." Then she hooked her feet around and put them on Matt's back. Matt smiled at her as he went back to work, giving her two more orgasms.

"No more, no more," Pam whimpered, taking her feet of her back. Matt kissed his way back up, wiping her juices from his face as he went. To Matt, this was the perfect dessert. He devoured her body, sucking on nipples and nuzzling his face between her tits.

When he got there, he kissed her lips. "So how did it go last night?" he asked.

"First your change. And you're in the right place for it," she told him, holding him tighter, spreading her legs just a little farther apart, and rocking her hips up.

Matt figured he was going to get fucked. But he still asked, "are you sure?"

"Tom and I are sure. Is that good enough?"

Matt wasn't sure why Tom would be so interested in him screwing his wife. Unless they really needed the money. He slid in, enjoying her pussy yet again.

Pam didn't orgasm during the fuck and didn't fake one. It was pleasurable just the same for both of them. But Pam had already gotten her rocks off, this was for Matt. When he finished, Matt asked again, "so what happened last night?"

Pam explained it all to Matt. She even told Matt about admitting to Tom that for $100 and some pussy eating, she'd fuck anybody. And how that gave Tom the motive to learn to eat her. . She told how she instructed Tom on how to go down on her right. Pam smiled at Matt as she told him that she herself had a recent example of it to help her describe it. "At breakfast, he asked me if I really wanted the other hundred. I told him that I'd really like to get my pussy eaten. So he suggested I talk to you and get both. He knows I was going to fuck you."

Pam told him about letting Tom take her ass, something that hadn't been done since the boyfriend before Tom Pam even told Matt about how the sheets were a bit of a mess after she'd been ass-fucked and was on her back teaching Tom to eat pussy. Tom had to get dressed as she stripped the bed. She took a shower while housekeeping came in to clean up the 'accident'. They both laughed about that.

Pam finished with a kiss and , "thank you, Matt, so much. You have given Tom and I both one hell of a night to remember. I love you for that."

Matt kissed her back, "may be, but I certainly won't be forgetting anything soon either." Matt got up to clean himself up a bit. He went to the sink, Pam went to the toilet. He was still getting dressed when Pam came out.

Dressed, Matt took out his wallet. He pulled the other two one hundred-dollar bills out and handed them to Pam.

"Oh no. It's never really been about the money. It's been about living out fantasies, and exploring an erotic relationship. It's been about the sex!"

"Don't worry about it. Like I said, I just scored a big commission. If you want you can think of it as $200 for last night, which was every bit worth it. And $100 for this morning. Or, just give Tom one and keep one for mad money. Surprise Tom and buy something sexy for you to wear."

After a pause, "Okay, if you insist," Pam conceded. She stuck one of the bills in her panties, the other in her purse. After Pam finished dressing, he grabbed his suitcase. Together they headed for the elevator. The elevator stopped at her floor. A quick kiss goodbye and she was gone.

The concierge saw Matt in line to check out and looked around for the escort. He hoped she'd be around, but he didn't see her.

"So, honey. Did he fuck you?" Tom asked as he let Pam into their room.

"Yep," she replied, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. She slid her hips sideways against his hard on. "Who could resist this body?"

"Let's head home, take a couple showers. Then, I'd like to fuck a pretty little ass."

"You know what you'll have to do first, don't you," Pam asked.

"That's why you're going to clean things up first," Tom explained, rubbing her crotch through her jeans.

At last, he saw her again. She was standing in the check out line with the second john. The concierge wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he aimed to find out. The lobby had started to empty quite a bit and there were only two people in front of them. He walked over to her. Tapping her on the shoulder, "excuse, miss? May I have a word with you?"

:Pam looked at him, wondering what the hotel staff could want from her. There was no way it could be about the sheets, they hadn't seen her. "Go ahead, Honey," Tom suggested. "I'll be done here in a minute."

She followed the concierge his station. "What's this about?"

"Listen," he started to explain. "I understand these things. But really, when you're going to be working in this hotel, it's in your best interest to let me know. Sometimes, guests require such services and I'm able to steer them to you."

"I don't understand," Pam said, a quizzical look on her face. "I don't work here."

"Of course. I understand that for legal reasons, you can't admit to that. I'm not trying to get you into any trouble. But I do understand and I'm discreet about it. I have to be for our guests. But when an escort comes here to work, she must check in with me."

"Escort? I'm not an escort," Pam said indignantly. "I'm a guest like every one else."

Tom had finished checking out and came up to Pam and the concierge. "What's up, Babe?" he asked.

"This asshole thinks I'm some kind of whore!"

"Please, ma'am," the concierge hissed. "Lower your voice. I understand these things. You needn't deny them so vocally."

"Honey, it's just a simple misunderstanding. Take out your drivers license," Tom suggested, reaching for his wallet. When both of them had their ID's out, they showed them to the concierge.

He looked at them. One was Pamela Davis, the other Thomas Davis. Both lived at the same address. He was shocked and confused. He knows she was the escort, but this said otherwise. "I'm sorry. There must have been some mistake," he said, half dazed. He took a few gift certificates from his station for the restaurant. "Here, I'm sorry about the confusion," he said, not realizing he handed them the whole pad of ten-dollar certificates. He hated Fridays. And he was even more confused when Pam and Tom burst into gales of laughter as soon as they walked out the front door.