My husband & I made a deal with his boss for a promotion & raise. I was to be the collateral. We thought we were prepared for the first time I went to him. But I was wrong.
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We were nervous as we walked down the hotel corridor. Of course, I would be, considering what was expected of me once we got to the room. But my husband’s trembling hand on mine and his practically hyperventilating made me realize how difficult this must be for him.
5:54 pm
The even numbers were on the left. Room 507 would be on the right side.
503, 505…
There! Room 507.
The room entrance was a typical hotel wood door with the keycard-latch mechanism on the left. We had no card to open it. But we were drawn to it nonetheless. Because behind that door lay our destiny. Looking briefly at one another, we each took a deep breath, swallowed, and… did nothing.
5:55 pm
Shaking from arousal and trepidation, I grasped my husband’s hand tighter. Were we actually going to do this?
“I’m so nervous,” I heard myself say. “I’m trembling.”
“So am I,” my husband mumbled as if not wanting to be heard behind the door.
If we chose to run, we would spare ourselves the ordeal awaiting us on the other side of the door. My husband would probably be unemployed by tomorrow, but we would have our dignity.
Still, staying also had its rewards. Remaining and going through with “it” meant my husband would be promoted with the related raise and perks. Things were hard during the recession, then. People we knew in family and our neighborhood were losing jobs and homes. And then there were the divorces. Yet, we had an opportunity to advance ourselves. To make a better life for our two little girls and us. The temptation was too enticing to resist.
5:56 pm
“Let’s do this,” I heard myself say. “OK?”
My husband wiped the nervous sweat off his upper lip and nodded.
“For Lanie and Jude,” he said, invoking our children’s names for courage.
As he closed his eyes one last time, reaching for that final burst of strength, I realized that he was what? Praying! He couldn’t be.
“Jace,” I said, snapping him back to reality. “If we don’t do this, we lose our home. We depend on your job. I don’t want to beg my parents to take us in. And they don’t have the room, even if they could say yes.”
“I know, I know,” he repeated, looking up in frustration. “I used to think of this as a fantasy. A kink for us to play-act. I never thought this would happen for real in a million years.”
“But deep down, Jace,” I reminded him, “it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
5:57 pm
My hand reached for his hardened bulge to find the answer to my question.
“I used to think that when… I mean, if we did this,” Jace hesitated.
“There is no if, baby,” I said, taking his handsome face in my hands. “This may not be how you saw it coming about, but there is no denying it. You have wanted this. You talked me into this. Slowly, day by day, night by night, in bed as you rocked me under you. You let me know what you wanted and made me want to give it to you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time. “Alie, I need to know I won’t lose you.”
I could feel him tremble in fear as well as arousal.
5:58 pm
“Jace. When this is over, I will go home with you and make you see I am still your wife.”
To emphasize the point, I kissed him passionately, pulling his face to me with one hand. While with the other, I fondled his hard cock inside his pants. Feeling him gasp, I let go of his manhood so as not to have him cum early.
Before Jace could change his mind, I knocked on the door. I think I saw terror in my husband’s eyes. As for me, I was burning with excitement and apprehension. Then I looked at my watch one last time. And hoped we were on time.
5:59 pm
The seconds seemed to take an eternity until we heard the latch snap, saw the door handle turn, and the door opened. We both held our collective breaths and each other’s hands.
“Hi, kids,” my husband’s boss said, waving us in. “I was wondering when you would come.”
We entered as David closed the door behind us with an ominous thud and metallic lock snap. Then he waved us to sit on the bed as he placed a chair in front of us and stayed standing, holding the backrest.
Damn him! David was so erotically magnetic. Just shy of thirty-two, he was but two years older than us. But he was taller, more handsome, and more confident than my Jace.
No, he had no square jaw nor the face of a statue. Instead, he had a pointy chin, a nose slightly more prominent than would have been proper for his face. But that dark hair and those piercing green eyes reached into my soul, holding me in place.
“Sorry, Mr. Elliot,” Jace stammered. “We were nervous.”
It was true. Maybe for different reasons, but we were both anxious and terrified. And we were both aroused to no end. My pussy was dripping at the sight of David and the sound of his voice. Damn! Damn! Why did he have to be so sexy? I found myself wanting to do all sorts of things for him, even with my husband in the room. But I knew that would not be in the cards this afternoon. No way.
“That’s OK. There is water over there and a bottle of brandy. Both of you take a shot and wash it down.”
He handed out glasses he’d already prepared for all three of us.
“To good things to come,” he said and fixed our stare as he drank, and we followed his lead.
Brandy is not my favorite drink, but I let it warm my insides, ignoring the burning down my throat and unfamiliar solid taste. I had not realized how much I needed it.
“Now,” David’s voice snapped me to reality. “Before anything takes place, I want to hear from you both that you are OK with this… with what is about to happen. Right?”
Jace and I looked at each other one last time, and we both knew. This was the moment of truth, and it was happening. All we had talked, fantasized, and plotted to happen was indeed minutes, if not seconds, away. The time to run and take our losses had been outside the door. Once inside, there was no backing out.
“Yes,” I heard myself blurt out, unable to look David or my husband in the eye anymore. “We… we both want it.”
I found myself needing the water as my mouth went dry. Then I saw it. A bulge in David’s pants. It was… No way it could be that big!
“And you Jace?” David continued turning the chair around and sitting on it.
The way he leaned back, his bulge became more prominent and noticeable. Jace tried not to stare at it, but it drew our eyes as if it was a magnet.
“OK then,” David said. “Now, Jace, hear me and hear me good. You too Alison.”
He had been sitting back, exposing his erection under his pants for us both to see. Yet now, he leaned forward, coming closer to us.
“Good. You two came to me earlier with a proposition. Did you not?”
We had, and he already knew what we wanted and what we had to offer. The proposal had been made, and we had brought the collateral.
“Yes, we did,” Jace replied, holding my hand. “A request by us.”
Jace’s touch gave me strength, but his trembling betrayed my husband’s fears about what was to come. David noticed it and pursed his lips to hide something… a hint of a smirk? The power he exuded over us? What man in his position would not feel the same?
In just one instant, I glimpsed into a window of men’s deepest desires and fears. It would never be more basic… visceral for either my husband or his boss.
“OK then, Jace. It’s time for you to go home. I will bring Alison to you in one piece when I am done with her. Time to kiss and say your goodbyes.”
Done with her! I had heard that before.
We were both transfixed by the finality of what David had said. Jace and I had discussed my not doing anything with him present. But it wasn’t until that moment that I realized the starkness of it. I was about to be alone with another man. More so, I would not have Jace to protect me.
“Go on,” David said, waiting impatiently for us.
I was going to walk Jace to the door, but David stopped me from standing up. I found myself almost saying, ‘Jace, don’t go.’
But I didn’t.
“Stay in my bed Alison,” David said with a commanding tone. “Quick kiss and go, Jace.”
My bed! Not the bed, or just stay. No. David chose those words to remind my husband and me what was about to happen and who was in charge.
My husband and I gave each other one last look as he lingered by me. This was it. No going back now. This was really… it.
“I love you, Alison,” my husband whispered as he kissed me quickly on the lips.
“I love you too, Jace,” I said as I tried and failed to make eye contact with him.
I guess Jace had to go before he lost his nerve. As I sat back on the bed, my husband almost ran out of the room and shut the door. Funny that. As I stared at the closing door, I realized that all the talk, fantasy, and play-acting had not prepared me for that moment. I thought it had, but the reality was much starker than the theory.
It was then I noticed David watching our exchange with a slight smirk before he turned to me.
“Oh, Mrs. Voight.”
That was all he said as he stared at me. Fixing me in place for some agonizing seconds.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked.
“No,” I managed to whisper as my stomach turned in knots.
“I think that under that ladylike and chaste demeanor, you are a very naughty and nasty girl.”
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