The Road Journey - Sex Stories

The Road Journey

... response, he went on to describe how he had experience in this area, and had worked with other couples wishing to explore and push their boundaries. He asked me for a bit more information, and was curious if my wife was truly interested in making this fantasy a reality. He had mentioned some bad experiences in which husbands had “surprised” their wives with his services, and how those situations never turned out well. I insisted Amanda was not only in agreement, but looking forward to the experience. With that, we agreed to talk over the phone later in the week. I have to admit, I was very nervous and actually needed to psych myself up before tapping the numbers. It didn’t help that the country code plus Trac Phone code plus some other bullshit code was like the launch sequence of a fucking ICBM. I screwed it up multiple times and had to use my company-issued iPhone to look up the country code. Finally, I deciphered the secret process and heard the familiar tones of a dialing phone. Several rings later, Slate answered. “Hello?” His greeting was disarming, but not cheesy. I identified myself as Steve, and that we had planned on touching base. “Of course!” he cheerfully acknowledged, his attention to customer service being evident right away. We talked for about fifteen minutes, which was longer than I had anticipated. I was actually surprised Slate would spend that much time talking, and further impressed with his gentle line of question regarding my wife. He asked about her ...

... personality, her sensitivities and her simple pleasures. I said I didn’t know about any of that crap and that we were looking for a good man to fuck her. There was silence for a moment, and then a burst of laughter as he realized I was joking. I quickly followed with my appreciation of his willingness to learn about her, and how that knowledge was key to a successful adventure. We chatted a bit more and it was obvious there was chemistry. Over the next few weeks, we had set a date for our encounter, and exchanged several emails in which I laid out the “rules of engagement.” We were set to meet him in Toronto on May 25. *** We drove to Toronto on Friday and checked into our hotel -- The Trump International Plaza. As I wanted the most memorable experience, I reserved a suite will all the trimmings -- including a heated bathroom floor! I mean, who has a heated floor in the bathroom? Oh well, nothing is too good for my wife. There were two “dates” planned for the weekend. The first would be a get-to-know-you meet up over drinks. We decided to meet at this new, trendy speakeasy called 70 Down. It featured quiet lounge areas perfect for intimate conversation, which would be important for us to get comfortable with each other. We arrived a few minutes early and quickly found a quiet corner. We wasted no time ordering drinks from the waitress, a young woman with pierced midriff named Cally. Amanda ordered a Belvedere Martini, up with a stuffed olives. I ordered very sophisticated Rob ...