The Hotel Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Hotel Ch. 01

... easy."

Were they saying that she needed to do one of those to fit in, to prove that she could be with them? I could imagine Emily's head exploding at this point. She'd never smoked that I knew of, and I knew that sex wasn't on the agenda, so I expected her to hightail it out of there. I was gobsmacked when I heard a muffled but clear enough, "I can smoke with you."

We'd seen a few of them smoking last time we were here, so it wasn't really a surprise, but knowing that Emily was about to join them was something different entirely. I was utterly blown away, thinking 'who is this woman?' I quickly realised that, for some reason, I liked the idea. I liked it a lot. My wife, clearly still thinking straight, added, "But I don't usually smoke so, I don't have any on me."

I caught the two women looking at each other and there was maybe a subtle nod between them before one said, "Come with me; we don't do it out here." Taking my wife's arm, the woman led her up the street. Her last statement rang an alarm bell with me. They didn't smoke out there? Yes they did, I'd seen it? What was she on about? Did I heard the other woman moan a "Shiittt..." and a nervous laugh and shaking her head. What was that, was she disapproving?

I quickly lost that train of thought as I watched my wife and the hooker, arm in arm, walk up the road away from me. It was really something watching both their asses in their little skirts wiggle as they walked. My wife's ass was much bigger than the ...

... other woman's, but also more hidden as her skirt was longer.

They quickly vanished from sight and I could still faintly hear footsteps through the phone until they stopped. If I had to guess they'd found an alley somewhere, maybe. The alarm bell going off in my head got louder: why were they hiding? It didn't ring loud enough to make me run down there, yet. Instead my cock was throbbing, I was picturing my wife smoking a cigarette with her new friend. I know it was tame really, but it was something completely different for us.

"What's that?" my wife's voice.

"Just making the blunt for you."

That shocked me, they were going to smoke marijuana. So that's why they were hiding? I wasn't too shocked, I mean it's only marijana but still she'd never had anything like that before. I was now naughtily more excited. I wish I could see her face. I then heard Emily ask something, "What's that powder?"

"Just some chalk. A cop would never smoke that."

"Oh I... errrr...."

"What?" The woman giggled.

"Chalk?" My wife asked the question that I was asking. I was about to use my phone to search for it but didn't want to accidentally lose the call, so I waited.

The woman chuckled again, "Don't worry, it's not THAT much," but her laugh told me the opposite. As it worried me, my cock throbbed again and, for the first time I wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. Why was I finding this engagement erotic? Why the fuck was it turning me on?

There was then silence for a ...