My First Time Hotwife: Olivia by Cynthia Sizemore

Author:Cynthia Sizemore
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

In the hotel suite, I grabbed a bourbon from the minibar and sat in the dark in the adjoining room, experimenting with angles to make sure that I could see most of the main room with the kitchenette while simultaneously not being seen.

Finally, I had things worked out perfectly. I could see about ¾ of the room, but not absolutely every part of the area with the sofa. If they decided to make out while watching TV, I might be out of luck. But, then again, I might be out of luck anyway. It had been over an hour, and I hadn’t heard anything from Liv.

Then, around midnight, I got a text.

We’re on our way, she wrote, tell you more later.

My heart pounded in my chest. It seemed like it was really going to happen. I almost couldn’t believe it.

I responded with a short message: I’m ready.

I took a quick trip to the bathroom and washed my hands and face, then I took my seat in the darkened room and stared at the door, waiting.

About a quarter of an hour later, the door opened, and I heard Liv’s giggle as she walked into the room.

“I must have left the light on,” she said, quickly covering for my mistake, “whoops!”

“Where did you husband go?” asked Thomas, looking around the room a bit nervously.

Fuck. Did he suspect what was going on?”

“Do you mean that guy at the bar with me? He’s a contractor doing some work on my house. My husband is back in Boston.”

So she was pretending to be from out of town. A dangerous game, but it at least explained why she had a huge hotel suite.

“Cool, cool,” said Thomas, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in for a long kiss on the lips.

Not so gay after all, I thought.

I watched his hands explore my wife’s ass, grinding her crotch on his. I wondered if he really had a huge cock, like in Liv’s fantasy. I guess I’d find out soon enough.

I was already completely hard, sitting in that chair. For a moment, I felt strange. What was I supposed to do in a situation like this? Jerk off? What if he came into the room on a whim? I would look like a pervert. He’d probably recognize me from the bar and put two and two together. The whole thing would be ruined.

We were taking a risk, that was clear. But it was one worth taking.

I watched his hands wander under Liv’s skirt. She was wearing a tight black leather miniskirt, a form-fitting red blouse and black pumps. It was a classic look. Under her skirt, as Thomas quickly discovered, she had a red thong that matched her shirt.

He gave her a playful slap on the ass.

“Ooh,” cooed Liz, “you can do that harder if you want. I love a nice spanking. I’m a very bad girl, after all. Cheating like this.”

“You are, aren’t you? Well maybe I should take you in hand, since your husband isn’t here to do it.

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