The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... see on a woman, obviously natural. I smiled, proud and excited. She looked fucking amazing. I wanted to fuck her and not send her to stand next to those two down there. "God love, are you sure?"

She grimaced at my question and stood in silence for a moment. "You don't think I... look good?"

"That's the problem." I needed to be so careful here as I had no idea what game we were playing, what the outcome could be, or why we were doing any of this. I didn't want to make her feel bad or get myself in trouble. I mean, last time it went a bit wrong, but she's the one that had pushed for us to come back again.

"Oh?"

I nodded, "Yer indeed, you look amazing. I'd pick you anyday." It was meant as a compliment but I also realised that I had just said 'if I was looking for a hooker, you'd be my type'.

She smiled, "Oh really," as she used her arms to draw attention to her body. Her face straightened and she continued, "I need to go and speak to them again." And there it was. I simply didn't understand her need and she couldn't, or maybe wouldn't, tell me why.

"But, what if someone asks you... you know?"

She answered instantly, "I'll just say 'no thank you'."

I mean, that sounded ok, but would it be that simple? Also, why the fuck did she really want to go speak to some hookers while dressed as one? What on earth was going through her mind? And why wasn't I stopping her? This was utter lunacy, and I said so. "Emily. This is bonkers." I couldn't help myself, I had to ...

... put stop to this before, fuck knows what, happens.

She didn't answer, she simply stared at me. Then a quiet, "I know," and she turned the bathroom light off and sat down on the bed next to me. Her skirt rose up her thighs as she did so. God, her legs looked killer.

We were at some kind of stalemate that lasted a good 5 minutes. In the end I stood up and turned to the window looking out at the street, down on the girls. I felt my wife join me, looking down on them. At some point she held my hand as we watched in silence for a good 15 mins as 2 of them went off with men, then the last one waited with someone before one of the others came back before she went. It looked like they tried to keep at least one of them on the street at a time. Holding their space or something maybe?

There was something alluring about the fact that the one that had just come back had very definitely just carried out a sexual act with someone and was now, I guess, ready for another. It was the opposite of any 'normal' person's sex life. We'd do it once and then have a rest for a day or 4. This lady was ready to go again immediately. Something about that didn't fit with my current world view.

I heard my wife sigh and looked over at her. I still couldn't understand why she needed to go be with them but I could feel the heat of her gaze looking down at them. She had questions, she had a longing, she had something in her that wanted to understand this world better. I wasn't turned on, I wasn't ...