The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... her mind? What was she thinking about? I wanted to say something, to get in there, to further share the experience.

Her next move caught me by surprise. Yup, that was still possible even after the last few hours. She brought her hands up to her face and, covering it, she started to sob.

It threw me for a few moments, I wasn't expecting this. I reached over and placed a hand on her arm, "Love, it's ok."

She didn't respond but continued to quietly hide and sob. I tried again, "Love it's ok. What can I do for you?"

I tried to move her arm by applying a little pressure but she locked it taut. Well fuck, this was a come down from the fun and very unusual for her, she never cried. However, I guess that the context for this current issue was very unusual. I was about to reassure her again when she rolled over onto her side, still not making eye contact with me and moaned, "I need to rest, I don't feel right."

Now this I could deal with. I gave her a peck on the shoulder and pulled the sheets over her. "Rest love, it's all okay."

She gave one last sob before allowing her hands to fall away from her eyes. Her back was to me and I thought better of fussing her. I wanted to spoon and give her a cuddle, but I knew Emily. Give her space when she needs it, like now.

I sat up in the bed and ...

... thought over all these new crazy feelings and thoughts. Emily had just spent some time with some prostitutes and had enjoyed that time. No, she hadn't enjoyed it, but she appeared to have found it exciting and dangerous. Yer, it certainly was dangerous, that stuff she smoked, whatever it was. What was it that one of them had said, that she'd get hooked? That was worrying and wasn't going to happen on my watch.

So, what was going to happen next? That was an interesting thought. Despite the roleplay, I certainly didn't want Emily fucking strangers for money, so she couldn't be a hooker like those others. Even as I thought it, I felt my balls churn. Shit, no, she couldn't become a hooker. This evening was fun, scary and stirring, but could we do it again? Would Emily want to?

I mean the sex just now for both of us was utterly out of this world. She'd surely want to do it again, wouldn't she? If so, how soon? And how'd I keep her safe?

Looking over at my amazing wife, her breathing told me that she was properly resting, a calm slow breath of sleep. I wonder what she'd be like when she woke up and how long away that would be? I was starting to feel tired myself now, emotionally drained. I moved down the bed and didn't bother getting changed, simply rolled over.

Within seconds, I started dreaming of....