We were still straightening ourselves, Mike bucking his belt, me adjusting my dress, as the limo pulled into the hotel.
I wiped my cheek repeatedly to be sure there was no trace left of the cum I had made Mike shoot across it just minutes ago. I didn't want it to be obvious to everyone in the lobby that I had just been sucking cock and eating cum, even though it gave me a warm, sexy feeling of satisfaction to know that I had.
We pulled into the hotel entrance and Mike kissed me gently on the cheek as his driver opened the door.
"Come up to my room for drinks at 6:30" he whispered as I exited the limo, "and I'll give you your surprise." The door shut behind me and the car drove away as if nothing had happened. We were after all trying to keep up appearances of just being two happily married old friends.
It was just about 5:30 when I got to my room so I only had a little time to get ready. I poured a glass of wine from the mini bar as I ran a hot bath as I let my mind wander back over the course of the last 6 weeks. It was amazing how my drive to help my college bound son get into the school of his, our dreams, had brought me to Mike and how that reconnection had turned me from a 44 year old mother of two in a boring marriage into the lustful wanton hussy I had become, but I had to admit it felt good. It felt good to desire a man again in a way I hadn't in so very long. Felt good to feel my pussy tingle when I thought of him. It felt good to want him and to want to please him. Most of all it felt amazing to want to his cum so desperately. To burn with desire to feel him explode, to feel his hot, satisfying load filling my mouth.
I shook free from my reverie and jokingly fanned myself with my hand, "Molly Morse what has come over you!"
I poured back the rest of then glass of wine and slipped into the bath. I washed myself carefully, paying special attention to the intimate folds of my pussy and the puckered rosebud of my ass, wanting to be sure to be clean for the night ahead. I ran my razor carefully over my plump soft labia again, even though I already had shaved that morning just to be 100% sure that I was as bare and smooth as possible.
I dressed in a sexy bra and panty set that I had bought for the occasion. My husband had actually noticed it when I was packing and had wondered aloud why I never wore underwear like that when I was home. I had told him sternly that it was a work trip and I needed to look good and that he should just leave me alone. Ugh, he was always complaining but I had to admit as I checked myself out in the mirror that the boring twit was missing something; it did look really good on me. The boy short cut of the panty softly cupping the curve of my still firm 44 year old ass.
I put on a short skirt and sleeveless white blouse that let the lace of the bra show though slightly. It was way sexier than I normally dressed in yoga pants and tank tops, but I wanted to look good for Mike. He made me feel differently than I could ever remember feeling and I wanted that to show. At 5:56 I had waited as long as I could and I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and headed out down the hall back to suit 1100.
Mike opened the door for me moments after my knock and ushered me into the sitting room of his suite where we had first fucked just six long weeks ago. As I came into the room I was taken aback to find an elegantly dressed, very handsome black man rising from his seat.
"Molly, this is Joseph." Mike gestured towards him as Joseph extended his hand to me, the crows feet around his dark eyes crinkling as he smiled broadly, his white teeth in his dark face seeming to light up the room. "Joseph is the head of Admissions at the University."
"Oh!" I was taken aback, truly excited by what this might mean to my quest to get my son in to school, but flustered as his presence meant Mike would not be fucking me, at least for awhile longer.
"Oh, how wonderful to meet you!" I took his hand, his long fingers completely wrapping around my own. He was incredibly handsome in such a fascinatingly elegant way that I felt my face flush a bit.
"Likeswise," He smiled, "I've heard a lot about you..." He trailed off, "And your son." He added as an afterthought and I thought I detected a slight tone of something devious.
"Yes," Mike chimed in, "I've told Joseph all about you Molly and he said he'd like to meet you, to discuss your situation." Mike handed me a glass of wine.
"Well, it's wonderful to meet you." I said brightly, trying to cover the sense I had that something was up. "I hope Mike was nice about me!" I laughed, trying to keep things light but my head was swimming a little... I was not prepared for this. I thought Mike was just having me up for a drink and nice long fuck before dinner so I wasn't prepared for a meeting that might be so crucial to my son's future.
We took seats around the glass coffee table that was the centerpiece of the suite and drank our wine, chatting idly about my trip, Boston, and eventually to the importance of education and my son's future.
"Well, Molly," Joseph leaned in towards me across the low table. "That of course is why Mike asked me here tonight. I've looked at your son's application and I can see that he's a wonderful young man and would be a great fit with us but you have to understand what an incredibly competitive world college admissions is these days."
"Oh, I do, I do understand that. It's crazy out there, but I just know with all my heart that my son belongs there and I know there has to be a way."
"Well, I think there may be. There may be..." Joseph sat back and looked across at Mike who smiled back at him.
"Molly, I've told Joseph all about you, about how committed you've been to your son and all you've been willing to do ..." Mike said looking me in eye and smiling slightly, devilishly.
"Ummm.. You have?" I stammered slightly, feeling myself go hot all over as I blushed deeply, what did Mike mean by ALL about me?
"Yes... After our night together, I went to him about your son and about you, about how desperate you were to get him in... and, well, I guess from that I couldn't help but brag a little about how amazing you've been."
"Amazing...??" My head was spinning as it became clear that Mike had told him way more than I was comfortable with.
"Yes, I told him about our deal and what an amazingly sexy slut you've been for me." He smiled wickedly, looking me in the eye to gauge my reaction.
The room was spinning. I was going to be sick. How could Mike tell anyone that, much less the head of admissions? I struggled to maintain my composure.
"Don't worry, don't worry, relax." Mike put his hand on my knee reassuringly. "Joseph is cool. When I told him he just wanted to see your commitment for himself, he had to, right Joseph?"
"Yes, of course, I mean, from what Mike told me..." He trailed off as his eyes looked me up and down, "He didn't do you justice Mrs. Morse."
"I... I.. ." I stammered.. "I don't know what you mean.. I don't know what..."
"This is the surprise I was telling you about Molly." Mike leaned in again. "Joseph here is willing to help you but he needs to see for himself what a, umm, dedicated mother you are."
"But, Mike.."My eyes looked at him imploringly "Mike... I.." I didn't know what to say as my mind raced.
"We had a deal right? Right? A deal to get your son in to school, this as a part of that deal."
I sat back, my head light as stars spun around the edges of my vision and I fought to get a grip on myself. Breathe, just breathe... I centered myself and emptied the wine glass I held, placing it down with a clink on the glass coffee table. Mike smiled and filled it again...
"Oooh boy!" I sighed, still flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't see this coming."
"No, I imagine not" Mike said setting the wine bottle down. "I didn't really either but then I got talking to Joseph about you. I got to bragging a little about how hot you were and well, he was understandably interested. Then I remembered you saying you wanted to suck my cock while I was fucking you last time and well, I kind of thought you might..."
"Oh my GOD Mike! I didn't say that!" I interrupted loudly, sitting up straight blushing profusely. I couldn't believe this was happening. Was he serious? Was I supposed to be with both of them? My mind raced and my heart was pounding.
"I don't want this to be a problem." Joseph said looking back and forth between Mike and me.
"No, no... just give me a minute. Give me a minute..." I took a deep breath and took a long drink from my refilled glass as my mind spun through the possibilities.
I had never been with a black guy and he was certainly very handsome. And I most certainly had never been with two guys at once. I had maybe fantasized about it a little but never really considered it. I did kind of remember telling Mike I wanted to suck his cock while at the same time feeling my pussy stretched and full, but that was just with him, for him.., and yet...my heart was definitely racing at the thought of both of pleasing both these men, and it would mean my son would get into the university. But seriously? Who did Mike think I was? How dare he offer me up to Joe like a whore? And yet even as I thought that I knew that I already was one. I had become a whore the moment I had agreed to the offer he had made, a whore the moment I had first sucked his cock and a whore when I had begged him to give me his cum. He knew he had me, he knew what I slut I had been with him when given the chance so who was I to try and suddenly act like anything else?