Joe got the message Thursday afternoon. By Friday he had checked off all the boxes.
Box one: Get Friday off work. Box two: Alibi for Janice. Box three: Rent a room on the third floor of the Baxter Hotel. Box four: Get a booth at the Baxter Grill. Box five: Wear loose fitting pants without underwear. Box six: Cut the front pockets out on the pants.
Work was easy since Joe had so many sick days. Friday was Janice's work meeting followed by cocktails so she was never home till late anyway. Joe paid cash for the room, but the problem there was they only had one with two queens. Joe figured Sandi wouldn't mind.
For the pants Joe chose a pair of Khaki's that had seen better days and were always a bit large for him. As for the pockets he had no problem cutting them out, knowing that Sandi would be using them as an access hole.
The final problem was that if he turned left or right you could see his thigh skin and possibly his dick through the holes. Joe solved that by wearing an oversize Hawaiian shirt that hung low enough to make the pants look normal.
At the prescribed time of one o'clock Joe was sitting in a booth in the hotel grill facing the lobby door. His beer and some snacks had already arrived. He also had taken the liberty of ordering a glass of wine for Sandi.
As he watched the door he caught a glimpse of her entering. He took her in as she removed her sunglasses and tipped the doorman with her perfect smile. She almost glided as she walked, her grabbable hips slightly swaying. Her auburn hair crossed her left eye just above the brow today. Joe noticed her hair and its part moved around constantly.
"Whichever way the squirrels up there tell me to go," she would often say. Sandi had on a brown skirt with a mid thigh hem, brown knee high boots and a cheetah print sweater that hugged her figure. Joe was already imaging those 34DD's being freed and swaying in his direction so he could lick her perfect nipples. He also recalled the time he had fucked her while Keith was at work: she had worn those same boots and nothing else to the bedroom upstairs.
Sandi flashed her smile for Joe as she stepped up and climbed into the elevated booth, sitting to his right. Her red lipstick was perfectly applied, and Joe hoped it would soon apply perfectly again to the base of his cock.
"Thanks for the wine, and thanks for showing up," Sandi said. She leaned over and they kissed lightly. The Baxter was an upscale hotel on the side of town where neither Joe or Sandi knew many people. They could afford to be a bit brazen at this location.
"My pleasure," Joe replied. Her cat eyes had him mesmerized. "Can I assume Keith is on one of his 'man trips'?"
"No, but he's got a busy day today, or so he said." Joe could feel his trouser snake growing, its head slowly crawling in Sandi's direction. She lifted her wine with her right hand as her left moved up his thigh and worked its way into the pocketless hole.
The elevated booth provided a view under the table top to the two gentlemen eating lunch at the lower table across from them. They were suit and tie, about forty years old each. Sandi smiled at them politely, spreading her legs just a bit as her fingers found the tip of Joe's growing member. She could tell they wouldn't be a problem.
"Just a touch," she said, rolling her thumb across the slit of his cock. "I don't want to spoil the surprise."
"What surprise is that?"
"Well, it's a bit of a change up for today."
"What do you mean?" Joe asked, surprised but curious.
Sandi glanced at the door. Her boss, Mr. Harvey had just arrived. Joe forgot that she had filled him in on what often happened on most Fridays with the CEO of her company since the day she finally agreed to suck his cock.
He assumed her boss would be headed for their booth, but after acknowledging the two of them with a look he headed to the bar.
"I see," Joe said, "but I'm not interested in sharin..."
Sandi cut him off saying "We're not done yet," and nodded toward the doors again.
This time two tall, muscular, clean shaven men entered. Each was dressed business casual and each was carrying a satchel with the logo of Mr. Harvey's company. One of the men was white but tanned, the other had very dark black skin.
As Joe watched them head to the bar and greet Mr. Harvey he couldn't decide if he was getting harder or softer under his lover's tiny hand. It was tough enough getting a hand job in front of the two strangers across from him, but now their were three other men looking to fuck his lover.
"Hey, hi!"
Joe almost jumped completely up as a very familiar voice was suddenly on his left side. "What are you two doing here?"
"Oh fuck," Joe thought to himself. It was McKinley, Sandi's daughter, and she was standing right next to them.
"Hey Kins," Sandi said, "You're late."
"Lot's of folks off today," she replied, "so much traffic."
Joe was in absolute shock as McKinley, or the nickname she was known as: 'Kins' stood next to the booth.
Kins was twenty five years old and had first been away at college, then off and on working for the past few years. Joe hadn't seen her more than once or twice during that time, and when he did it had been in just in passing.
He looked over at Sandi and then back at Kins. They both had on identical outfits, right down to the brown boots. A change up for sure.
She crawled into the booth on Joe's left side and said, "Long time no see."
"Yes," Joe sputtered out. He was completely flustered, and the two men across from them appeared dumbfounded at how the "Average Joe" across from them was entertaining two beautiful women.
Kins kissed him on the cheek. She was taller than her mother and had darker hair.
But the eyes, her smile and her complexion left no doubt she was Sandi's daughter.
Joe couldn't help but stare down quickly at the young woman's body. Kins's tits were a bit smaller than her mom, but so were was her waist and thighs. Age had not yet put it's mark on her firm body.
"I guess you didn't order me a wine." Kins joked. Joe felt her thigh next to his as she cozied up next to him in the booth. Her leg was right next to his and not moving. He felt Sandi's hand on the other side circling his hard on.
"Waiter," Joe called, loud enough to turn a dozen heads but did get their server to respond.
"I don't know how you keep this thing quiet, Mom."
"Joe's usually not this loud, Kins. I think you spooked him."
"Joe," Kins asked, "did I spook you?"