The Road Journey - Sex Stories

The Road Journey

... minutes from the hotel, so I had a little time to think about Amanda’s hot date. How was it going? Was he treating her well? Was she nervous? Was she flirting with him? Just then, the second text came in as if on cue. “Hi, gorgeous husband! I think we’re ready to head up to the room. I hope to see you soon! I looooove you!” The extended “looooove” and exclamation marks immediately put me at ease. According to our plan, I would hang out at the hotel bar and wait for the phone call. I told Amanda to take her time and not feel rushed into anything, so her call to action could happen at any moment. I ordered a scotch and soda and prepaid so I could be squared up when the call came. Wary of a nosey bartender trying to strike up a conversation, I found a small table in a corner, and took a sip of my drink. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in the room. Knowing Amanda, she was probably nervous and talking a lot. If this happened, I advised Slate to take the initiative. I told my wife she could enjoy any sex act she desired, whatever would make her feel special. There were no limits, and I was dying to know how far my wife would go. Minutes seemed like hours, especially since I’m so impatient. I was sipping my drink when my phone buzzed. A jolt of nervous anticipation coursed through my gut. Looking down at the phone, there was the familiar interface: “Home, Amanda” and “Slide to view.” I stared at the screen for a moment, with a mix of emotions. On one hand, it was a ...

... bit surreal this was happening at all, and on the other hand, great anticipation to find what was waiting on the other end of the line. Fumbling with the crappy interface, I actually had to swipe three times (ok, maybe it was nerves). Holding the phone against my ear, I paused for just a second. “Hey,” I answered, affecting a swarthy, quiet tone. “Oh babe, you need to get up here,” breathlessly cooed Amanda. “Are you getting fucked right now?” I asked, now starting to hear the sounds of two people having sex. Prefacing her affirmation with a short sigh, she said she was. “This is so hot,” she added, and I was instantly turned on. “I’m on my way,” I announced. “Enjoy his cock and I’ll see you soon.” Disconnecting the phone, I picked up my drink and headed out of the bar. As I was walking, it felt like my steps were weighty and slow, as if it was going to take me forever to get to the room. As I approached the elevator, the doors opened and a cute, young couple emerged. Dressed fairly formally, they breezed by me and offered a polite smile of acknowledgement, and I responded in kind. Stepping into the elevator, I watched as they continued on into the night, and wondered if they would ever have an experience like this. I pressed the button for the eighteenth floor, and the doors slowly closed. As the car smoothly ascended, I assumed there would be no stops since it was later in the evening and most people were already out for the evening. To my surprise, there was a stop on the ...