Suite Dreams

Sometimes, Fiona can be unpredictable, turning the tables on our frequent fantasy role playing. It's one of the things I love about her.

Last year, for example, on one of our weekends away from the country, she insisted that we rent a hotel suite for the weekend. It was a curious request but I knew better than to argue, particularly on a weekend where the unspoken agenda was mostly sex.

On Saturday, we agreed to skip our usual dinner plans so that we could linger over a late lunch and spend the evening focused on each other.

"What would you like tonight?" Fiona asked rather abruptly during the second round of drinks.

"You." I responded simply. "What's on the menu?"

"Well, it's a suite weekend. That presents a host of possibilities."

I thought instantly of the last time we had rented a suite to finish off my afternoon pursuit of her. "Suppose I just put you in charge?"

"No. You are not getting off that easily."

Reaching into her purse, she produced a small electronic tablet. "Remember this?"

She asked the question with a smile. Handing me the tablet, I saw that Fiona had dialed up a screen from one of our question and answer games. On an earlier trip, I had prepared a couple dozen questions that a program on the tablet displayed at random. Fiona's task over dinner that night was to continue a normal dinner conversation in a crowded restaurant while casually answering the questions.

She had fallen into the spirit of the game willingly, reading the tablet, often with a wicked smile. After considering her answer carefully, she would hand the tablet back to me while we talked about something suitable for other restaurant patrons to overhear. The first question read: "I am not sure I can wait to get back to the room to fuck you. If I can't, would you prefer the hotel elevator or a stand up in the hotel garage?"

We had been talking about long planned renovations to our house. Fiona paused and as she handed the tablet back to me. "I have been thinking about the new garage. That is definitely on the list." She smiled.

Time for the next question, as Fiona wandered off into a discussion of kitchen renovations.

"Which would you prefer tonight? Shaving my cock before you suck me or making me watch you masturbate before I eat your pussy?" Fiona's answer was instant.

"I have always liked an eat-in kitchen." No one around us looked up from their meal so no one saw me blush.

We managed to go on like that for most of the meal and by the time we left the restaurant, neither of us could wait much longer. I had leaned Fiona against the car in a dark garage corner, raised her skirt from behind and delivered a short intense fuck. Back in the room we made love for several hours after Fiona stripped out of her clothes and pushed me into a chair where I watched her finger an intense orgasm. While she still convulsed, I lifted her onto the bed and slowly delivered her next orgasm with my mouth.

It had been an intense evening but she never brought up the tablet again until now, when it was suddenly sharing our late lunch.

I looked down at one of the unused questions, all of which I had written for her. It added a degree of difficulty.

"Do I fuck you the hardest after watching you strip out of elegant clothes or swivel across the room in a sheer negligee?" It was a hard question, one that I had never been able to answer myself. Now I had to decide and then discretely respond.

"I think we have made a good decision to stay in tonight," I said. "Stripped down plans sometimes are best." Fiona laughed at the answer.

"This is fun," she said. "And unusual for me to be the one with the tablet."

I glanced around to make certain no one was in ear shot.

We exchanged the tablet again. The next question, again for her but now coming at me, asked: "If it's movie time, should we find one on the hotel channel that is girl on girl, or just hard loud fucking?" I had written he question after recently learning of Fiona's long ago escapade with a tall brunette.

After a moment, I responded, "Let's find something on the television loud and exciting tonight."

My cock was now straining against my trousers and through Fiona's thin blouse I thought I could see the trace of her hardening nipples.

The tablet was back. "Before we get started in earnest, would you prefer to watch or be watched?" I didn't need to consider my answer.

"Have you seen my new watch?" I displayed my wrist as I handed the tablet back to her, smiling smugly.

We continued for a while, spinning through a half dozen questions and another round of drinks. By the time the check came, we were each pleasantly drunk and down to a last question.

"I have written you all of those stories about our role play adventures. Is there a role you would like to rewrite tonight?"

I looked over the tablet at her smile. She added, "And remember that there is extra geography tonight."

The question took in a lot of possibilities and would require some care in the way I framed the answer. Fiona and I had actually each written stories for one another, usually as a form of foreplay. They proved that our sexiest parts were between our ears. I silently considered all of our tales of lust, slowly draining the last of my drink as I took inventory.

It was inviting to think of Fiona claiming my virginity as a Mrs. Robinson character, actually combining two stories. Or perhaps it was her turn to be tied to the bed while she listened to me please myself in the next room and then slowly fuck her, another reversal of one of our escapades, one that was tailor made for a suite. I wondered momentarily whether that was her agenda.

Maybe it was time for her professor to fuck her again with me stepping up from the lectern. All were possibilities. There was one story however that we always had planned to play again, reversing roles, but had never done. It was also a story that lent itself to a bigger stage.

I thought for a minute about how to answer. Finally, I said, "I have cash."

Fiona blushed slightly, instantly understanding what I had meant.

In a few minutes, we were back in the suite. Fiona kissed me and said, "Give me a few minutes." She gathered an overnight bag and retreated to the suite's bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable. Fiona said. I have a lot to think about."

Soon I heard the bathroom door close and the shower come on.

I settled in with a book. Half an hour later, with the sun slowly setting outside our room, I was shocked but not altogether surprised to see my wife standing in the door of the bedroom in a black cocktail dress, heels and black stockings. The dress displayed her breasts to perfection.

Putting on the second of her earrings, she said sweetly, "You are early. I hadn't expected you for another hour. I am Tiffany, by the way."

So it was going to be like that.

"Patrick," I responded simply.

Tiffany crossed the room and kissed me gently on the lips.

"So, Patrick, did you bring the money?"

"Yes. I left it in the desk, just as your message said to do."

Tiffany smiled and reached up to kiss me again.

"The best is never free," she whispered.

She pulled away and spun a few steps away from me, displaying her incredible tight ass and shapely legs. Facing me now she said, "Your wife is very open minded to give you this for your birthday."

I nodded. "It's an old bargain."

"Well, here's the thing, Patrick. Because you are early, you are going to have to wait." Tiffany smiled coyly.

"You can come back or wait here until it is your turn. I hear that you like to listen."

I gulped and felt the blood rush to my face, suddenly unsure of what Fiona had planned.

She glanced at a clock and said, "It's too late for you to leave. Why don't you just wait in the bedroom?"

I froze, not knowing what to say.

"Come on. Be a sport about it. I am always better after an orgasm or two." She took me by the hand, leading me from the seating area into the bedroom.

"There is another bathroom out here, so we won't need to bother you. Just keep the lights off and stay away from the door."

With that, she kissed me again and pulled the bedroom door shut behind her. It was a pocket door of thick frosted glass.

I was too stunned to know what to do so I just stood, looking at the door from a corner of the room. In a moment, I heard knocking on the door of the suite. Then a pause, then more knocking. In a moment, I heard muffled voices through the frosted glass. Then silence.

The next sounds were also muffled but they were unmistakably sounds of Tiffany pleasing her first customer. At first it was only groans. I imagined Tiffany sucking the man's cock. Soon enough I could hear her gasps and little shrieks. Then it was loud screams of mutual pleasure. I surprised myself at how hard my cock was.

I was confused and angry at the prospect that Fiona had brought a man to our room for the sake of satisfying her own apparent fantasy, and a little unsure about how she managed it. But I was also transfixed and my cock was bursting out of my slacks. I tried the door but it was jammed shut. All I could do was listen to the moans in the next room.

"That's it, baby! Fuck me." she screamed. "Ugh. Ugh! Ohhh!" The man moaned louder.

After twenty minutes of loud sex, the outer room was silent again. Briefly I heard water running in the other lavatory and then more silence followed by the sound of the hotel door opening and closing.

In a minute, Tiffany—or Fiona—or whoever was at the bedroom door.

"Patrick?" She spoke almost shyly. "I am ready for you now."

As I opened the door, I noticed that her hair was mussed. She led me to the outer room, Tiffany smoothed her dress. "Actually, I need a minute."

I was too flustered to speak as she retreated into the bedroom, pulling the frosted glass across the doorway and pushing me into the living room. More running water. Then a bright light came on in the bedroom showing her in perfect silhouette.

I was speechless. Through the glass I could see the shape of Fiona removing first her shoes and then her earrings. She turned her back to the screen and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor before kicking it aside. Next it was her bra. Finally, she stooped to unclasp her stockings. The garter belt was last, unmistakable as she reached behind, unclasped it and tossed it aside.

The suggestion of her nude figure behind the glass was even more exciting than being able to see her. My hard on raged but I intended to let this play out.

In a moment, she was back behind the frosted glass, slowly donning what obviously was a sheer negligee. Next the light blinked out and she pulled aside the door, standing in the doorway. Through the negligee I could see every curve of my wife's figure. Her nipples and areolae strained at the bodice. I strained to see the dark smudge of here pussy.

I stammered, "Wh- wh- what did you do?"

The woman kissed me full on the lips leading me to the sofa. Impulsively, I put my hand on her pussy. Yes, it was wet. And bare. She laughed. "Not too soon, big guy."

"How shall we start? I didn't know whether you wanted me to strip out of my clothes for you or to wear something teasing, so I did both. Your wife wasn't clear. In fact, she told me that you liked both."

Suddenly, she knelt, unhooking my trousers. I pulled away.

"Please tell me what is going on!"

"Aren't I entitled to a little fantasy too?" Fiona asked.

"And don't you want the full experience," she said, suddenly harsher. "Your wife hired me, after all. She knew the score and so do you!"

She faced me directly and commanded, "Drop your damned pants and give me your cock."

Fully in character, Tiffany took me in her mouth, at first playing with the head of my dick, then slowly taking me entirely into her mouth. Her cocksucking was practiced and intense. I was on the verge of coming when she pushed me away and rose to kiss me. Now she was gentle and affectionate.

At the end of our kiss, she whispered, "What do you think I did, baby, except listen to you?" She stood. "You wanted to hire me, so I hired myself for you. You like to watch, so I had you listen. You wanted a video with only hard fucking so I gave it to you."

She turned to the television remote on a table next to the sofa. Knocking loudly on the table, Fiona made the sound of a customer knocking on the hotel door. She then flicked on the television. In a minute, the sound track of Tiffany fucking her first customer filled the room. After a few seconds, she clicked off the movie.

"And I didn't waste either my party clothes or this negligee. Now, you have an hour with me. What do you want to do next? The sloppy seconds are from the dildo I used fantasizing about what you were doing hearing me fuck another man."

She tossed me a condom.

"Here," Tiffany suddenly said. "Put it on. I made him use one. You too."

I did as instructed, then motioned her to the sofa.

"Take off that gown." Now Tiffany stood in front of me nude, confirming that she had shaved her pubis bare. Seeing my smile, she said somewhat defiantly, "Hygiene. I didn't want to be matted up for you."

I suddenly grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap, entering her savagely in one push.

Mechanically, Tiffany met my thrusts, rocking back and forth, her tits bouncing in my face. She leaned into me and I flicked each of her breasts with my tongue. She rolled her head back and moaned, bouncing relentlessly on my cock before dropping her mouth to my ear.

"Did you like hearing me fuck him, baby?" I pounded into her pussy in response.

"Your wife told you about the show she and her boyfriend put on for that summer guest, even if she didn't know she was doing it."

I stood with Fiona still impaled on my cock, turning and slamming her onto the sofa.

"It made her incredibly hot when she found out that he was listening at the window."

I pumped relentlessly into the woman, unsure who I was fucking.

"That's it, baby," she groaned. "I can handle anything you have. It's the whore in me."

Pounding into her, I began to moan. I suddenly stood, leaving her impaled on my cock. Bouncing up and down on me as we stood in the middle of the suite, Tiffany began to shout. "Get it, baby! Get it all! Get your money's worth!" She was shouting as I bounced her harder.

In a moment, she moaned, "God, yesss! Give it to me! Tell your wife how you filled me up!"

That was all I needed. I felt the semen surge up my cock. Turning toward the sofa, I slammed her down and pounded into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Yesss," Tiffany screamed. "Fill up that rubber."

I exploded into the condom and delivered the last few long strokes. In a minute, she pushed me away and retreated to the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth. She removed the condom and washed me as I lay panting.

"Take your time to recover," Tiffany then said to me. "As I remember the story, we end up fucking in that open window."

I was silent for a long time.

"You're right," I said finally. "But it will be my wife when we do. I have a lot to tell her."