Ambivalence - Sex Stories

Ambivalence

... minutes before coming to an agreement. Fucking lawyers. “She’s in 717,” I said. Gray left without a word or a backward glance. I checked the time before I dialed Ellen. 9:30. We’d walked into the bar together at nine. “How you feeling?” I asked her. “Nervous,” she said. Was she nervous about getting gangbanged or that I’d failed to recruit a gang to bang? “Well, they’re on the way now.” She let out a sigh, relieved. So that answered that. “They want you bareback,” I said. I’d doubled the hourly for that. “And no holes barred, of course.” “Oh, okay,” was all she said. She seemed distracted. “Listen carefully,” I said. I needed her mind sharp for this next part, or the guys would get her for free. I’d invented the idea of selling my wife off just minutes ago, but now I was hell bent on making sure I got paid. “They’re going to knock. Call me when they do. Answer them through the door. Whatever you do, don’t let them in until we talk and I say its okay.” “Oh ... kay, ” she said. I hung up abruptly, threw a twenty on the bar, and followed the gang toward the elevator banks. Selling Ellen excited me so much I had to shove my hands into my pockets and adjust my hardon so I could walk. I got an elevator to myself. Between 4 and 5, Ellen called. “They asked if I was for real,” she said. I could barely hear her whisper. “I said I was. Kinda weird.” “Okay, good. Wait just a second before you let them in.” I got out on the eighth floor, turned left, and walked down the hall. ...

... Between rooms 818 and 817, I stopped. “What are we waiting on?” she asked. “Trust me for just a second,” I said, playing it cool. Finally, my phone pinged, as I got a PayPal message, “$2000. 00 from __ has been credited to your account.” “Okay,” I said. “Let them in now. Have fun… I guess.” “I…” she began, but I hung up before she could finish saying she loved me or worse, that she wanted me there. Of course, I would be there. Ellen just wouldn’t know. Need to check in on your wife while she’s fucking six strangers for money? There’s an app for that! Trying not to think about what was happening a floor below me, I switched to my phone’s WiFi settings and linked into my GoPro’s SSID. Then I switched to the GoPro app. Below me, in room 717 pasted to the ceiling right over the bed, was a hollowed out smoke detector with a Hero 3+ and an extra battery pack hidden in it. I’d attached it to the ceiling while Ellen took and enema and showered. Now, it provided a bird's-eye view of room 717. Feeling both guilt and excitement, I leaned against the wall and watched my first class wife unwittingly prostitute herself. ---- Ellen walked into view nude from her stockings up. Clearly, she’d been naked when she answered the door. The Ellen I met and married two years ago would be too shy to answer a door naked, but she’d revealed a different version of herself to me over the last few months, one that fantasized about getting it on with strangers. Ellen’s fantasy gang bang didn’t start with a ...