How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... while I walked into the bedroom (there were three rooms to this suite, a sitting room, the large bathroom area and a very large bedroom.) There was no doubt what this hotel was about. The bed was a circular bed with circular pillows at the head board. There was a red satin sheet set on the bed and on three sides there were mirrored walls. Above the bed was a mirrored ceiling and a gas fireplace in the corner. I noticed a row of switches by the beds headboard and I went over to see what they controlled. Each one had a small label under it. One controlled the fireplace. Another controlled the lights on the ceiling another, the stereo system and finally one simply said bed lights. I turned that one on and found that all the walls had floodlights in them about bed level. When they were turned on the bed was completely bathed in a soft light. You could look directly into them from the bed and they were not harsh on the eyes. I did notice that you could not see the chairs that were about 8 feet from the foot of the bed. In fact you could not see anything beyond the bed. I quickly went over to where the chairs were and sat there. The sight was amazing. The entire bed was illuminated and you could look at every mirror and have an unobstructed view. Again this place was made for one thing and I hoped that would be what we used it for. I turned off the bed lights before Fran came out of the powder room. When she came into the bedroom all she could say was “Wow.” I showed her the ...

... fireplace and the stereo. She was really impressed. So far so good. At 7:00 PM we went down to the lounge and ordered a couple of dinners. I asked Fran if she wanted a drink and she declined. Damn, I was hoping to get her loose before Jack got there. While we sat and ate Fran said that she thought that Jack would not show. The music was playing and everyone was dancing. I know Fran wanted to dance but she had long ago gave up asking me, I just didn’t dance. At exactly 7:30 PM I saw Jack walk in. My heart stopped. It was Showtime. Jack spotted me and waved. I waved back and Fran stiffened as she asked “Is he here?” She had her back to the entrance. I told her that he was and I could feel my pulse in my neck as he came over to the table. He saluted me and said. “You must be Frances” Fran turned to greet him and kind of stuttered as she turned in her seat put her hand out. “Uh yes, I am. Are you Jack?” He replied that he was and I asked him to sit down. Fran shot me a quick angry look. Oh boy, here comes the stuff hitting the fan. Jack sat down and started small talk. He was continuously looking into Frances eyes while he talked, even when he talked to me. I could see that she was loosening up a little. Jack asked Fran if she would like to dance and I wasn’t really that surprised when she accepted, seeing how she loved to dance and her prospects of doing so with me, were non-existent. It was quite a sight to see the two of them dancing. I was also a little relieved to see a few other ...