The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... however, and we couldn't really turn around and walk up and down the street a few times. That would look very suss.

A few more days passed and I kept going back to the smart hotel website to look at their room availability. It was strange how much this had become a thing for me. I wanted to make it happen but I was embarrassed about what it meant for me. I mean, did this mean I was a weird perv? What would Emily think of me? I half toyed with booking another theatre trip with a surprise stay over there but that wasn't subtle and could cause awkward friction.

The problem ended up fixing itself.

3 Visit

"I want to go and talk to them." My wife delivered the confusing line. We were stood in a hotel window, on the 2nd floor, looking across the street at some prostitutes.

I coughed and spluttered on nothing, "Eh?"

She looked pissed at me, "I want to talk to them."

"Why the fuck and what the..." I realised that I'd said enough when I saw the look on her face. I'd embarrassed and upset her. Quick backtrack, "But love, how will that conversation go?"

She shook her head, "I dunno."

I couldn't help myself, "And why?"

She looked at the floor and didn't answer. That told me that she was interested in ways she didn't want to discuss and maybe didn't even fully understand herself. I was about to ask another question when my mind's eye kicked in and I saw her right then standing next to them talking. Just another woman standing on the street looking for ...

... business.

I'd booked this hotel room online after thinking it over for 2 weeks. Gradually I couldn't get these women, and their job, out of my mind. Emily and I hadn't really talked about it much, but she was obviously interested to know more but ashamed of it at the same time. I easily booked a room in the smart hotel with a request for a street view window. They hadn't let us down; we had a great view and were currently standing with the blinds open and the lights off, giving a full, secretive view of the show before us.

My cock pulsed and my balls churned. Seeing my wife down there was suddenly something I wanted to make happen, but I had no idea why or how it would even work. All the logical questions slid out of my mind as my dick brain started to talk for me. "Actually, I think I get it."

She looked across at me, her cheeks red, but there was relief on her face. I completely didn't understand and I don't think she did either. I had thousands of questions: how would I be there to hear the interaction, how would I keep her safe, what on earth would she say to them? I realised the solution was already in front of us, "We could use your mobile in your handbag to call me so that I can hear what you're saying."

She looked at me completely confused. I explained that she needed to be kept safe so I needed to know if something was going wrong. That way, I could get down there quicker to save her. She liked that and had me call her phone, answering it on speaker and turning ...