Room 313. Same number as the area code now that I was thinking of it. I almost smiled, but it gave me a sick deluded sense that the perverse poetry of watching my fiancé getting fucked through the sliver of a chain locked hotel door was somehow by design all along.
“Thahk you so muh baby, I uhv you.” Andrea, faced pressed against the adjacent wall, eyes deeply locked with mine, slurred past the finger hooked in her mouth. It was about all I could see besides the massive dark brown hand pressing her head to the wall, about half a C cup tit in a candy red bra, and the unnerving repeated impact as the whole view bounced with a steady abrasive cadence. That, and a big fucking door that said 313. This wasn’t how my night started, and I only wish I could say its how it ended. But before I go into how it got worse, I guess I should start from the beginning.
One year we’ve been engaged, and to celebrate our soon coming wedding, we wanted to taste the wild side a little bit and venture out for a threesome. Needless to say, it didn’t go as planned. We ventured into the city and found a dark, loud, and crowded club. Andrea and I danced and drank for an hour and we (she) racked up some attention.
Andrea is a tan 5’3” fitness girl with long wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and well, the waste and ass of a fitness girl. The tits I guess are just good genes. I had been seeing her for three years, and in that time she went from a little plump to obsessing over fitness icons on Instagram and launching herself way out of my league, if she hadn’t been from the start. She was very conservative in our relationship. We didn’t fool around for months, and I worked hard for it. We only started having sex 6 months ago. And despite all this, Andrea can dance like a real whore. I don’t know where she learned it. Maybe I’m afraid to know.
It feels good having the hottest girl in the building grinding her ass in your crotch. I was feeling on top of the world, and ready to set out on the conquest to find our guest of honor. Andrea pointed out a black girl at the far end of the bar.
“I like her outfit,” Andrea added with a wink.
I left Andrea on the dance floor and approach the girl. She was in all white, a sleeveless top and bright white pants and white platforms. While Andreas figure was fit and tight, this girl was thicker with more exaggerated curves, her ass twice the size of andreas and looked soft. I exchanged eye contact at the bar and smiled. Her name was Tay, and we exchanged some polite small talk until both of us got drinks. It was going well enough, until I felt an unexpected shove as another man pushed his way to the bar. I spilled my drink all over my shirt, and turned around angry to see a dark 6’5” figure snickering down at me. I almost swallowed my tongue, but before I knew it, Tay was all over me trying to clean my shirt “oh baby look what you did,” I was still tongue tied and stuttering as she led me away from the bar. I looked back at the guy who ruined my new shirt and he gave me a wink. Tay and she must have seen it because she gave the guy a big smile as she pulled my hand towards the dance floor. That went strangely well.
We found Andrea coming out of the bathroom and they hit it off right away, dancing and hugging, feeling each other up for about a song. Andrea pulled me in close “I really like her,” she spoke in my ear. I smiled. This was going to be a great night.
“I met someone too, should be back here soon,” she added, and almost on cue, the asshole from the bar was approaching, three glasses palmed in one giant hand. He walked right passed me and bent down and wrapped his huge arm around my fiances waiste, pulling her up on her toes so her breasts pressed against his chest and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed profusely and he handed her a glass. He let go of her and looked right at mey with a smug grin, and then gave the other glass to Tay. Andrea grabbed my arm without taking her eyes off him and said, “Babe, this is my new friend Jay.”
I nodded anxiously, realizing for the first time how good looking he was. Clean haircut, white teeth, and a smooth deep voice. “Wassup son,” he said. He held up his last drink in his hand and announced “to your beautiful wife, may she be forever satisfied in your engagement.”
Tay and Andrea clinked glasses with him and he gulped down his whole drink in one before handing me the empty glass. We all danced for another song. Andrea grinded on me with both hand on Jays chest. His hands were all over my future wife. Her face, her neck, pulling her close by her bra straps. She started to poke her ass out more, bending over enough that her fingers were wrapped over his pants. That’s when I realized his huge bulgepackaged outlined through his pants, maybe two feet from her face. Tay was snorting and laughing and taking flash pictures on the sideline. I looked back up at him and he gave me a big smile while taking two fistfuls of Andreas hair to keep her bent over. He flicked me off and mouthed “I’m going to fuck your bitch.” The song ended abruptly and I pulled Andrea away.
“I don’t know about this babe. Maybe we should go somewhere else.”
“We’re just having fun babe come one it means nothing.” She could tell I was aggravated, and she got soft again.
“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I love you.” The world came back to me. I felt warm and kissed her. Everything was ok. I suggested we ditch Jay and go home with Tay and she agreed enthusiastically.
“You go get us one more drink, and I’ll get rid of him.” she said excitedly. My heart raced. I felt light again, and made my way confidently to the bar. I watched as Andrea talked to Jay, and he gracefully took the rejection, hugged her goodbye, and disappeared. Meanwhile, the drinks were taking a long time. I struggled to get the bartender's attention, and people came and went while I frustratedly tried to wave one down for myself. About "2015" minutes later I returned to the dance floor, but couldn’t find Andrea and Tay. I walked around a little clueless, getting impolite shoves as people moved through the crowd.
Finally, I found her in the VIP section with Tay, sitting between two more huge black guys. These ones a bit gruffer than Jay. They were all lively, spectating Tay’s impressive performance on the stripper pole in front of them. The guys slapped Tay's ass and cheered her on. Andrea giggled shyly in amazement.
I made my way over to the opening between the red ropes but got stopped by yet another lineman backer sized man at the entry. I tried to explain, but he didn’t speak much English. He had long dreads and a Jamaican accent. Annoyed, I watched from the side and tried to get Andrea’s attention. She was now sitting on one over their laps with her legs draped over the other guys. Why was she doing this? I thought we had an agreement. I tried to stay calm and explain to the bouncer again, but he just shoved me back. I almost fell but I was gently caught by some familiar huge hands. It was Jay. He asked me what the trouble was. The last thing I wanted to do was inform him of the embarrassment, but I did. He chuckled. “No sweat fool, I’ll handle it for you.”
Weirdly, I felt calm again, and grateful. I guess he was a gentleman after all. He spoke some words I didn’t understand to the bouncer, pointed back at me and then at Andrea, who was on the pole getting her ass slapped by Tay. The bouncer let him in, only him.
I started second guessing his motives as I watched him speak with Andrea and Tay. Andrea looked back and saw me, and had a face of relief. She came back out and hugged me. I snapped at her impatiently “what are you doing? What happened to going home?” she snapped back even angrier. “Where the fuck did you go, you ditched us for 20 minutes. Tay brought me back to her section and sent Jay to find you! What kind of fucking games are you playing!” I
was dumbstruck. I did not know what to say, but before I could think of something, the bouncer grabbed me by the collar and pulled pushed me away from her.
“Lehv huh aluhn!” he yelled, I guess misunderstanding the confrontation. I tried to explain to him but he just kept pushing me harder. Jay stepped in again and spoke with the bouncer until the huge brute had a real look of clarity.
Jay took me aside. “Look homie, ya girl told me the whole deal, yall are tryna get down with my homegirl and I gotchu. No bad blood bout before. Reggie here is my driver too. He gon’ take yall back to the hotel an’ I’ll send Tay over in a bit.”
I guess this guy is a powerful dude. I thanked him and apologized before I started wondering what I was apologizing for. Reggie escorted us both outside and opened the back door of a black SUV at the front. I pointed down the road and tried to explain we were only a block away but he didn’t understand. Dozens of people in line at the entrance were watching the strange interaction. Andrea took his hand and pulled him to indicate we were going to walk. Reggie had another moment of clarity, swooped down and lifted Andrea right over his shoulder. She was just as surprised as me, but started blushing again.
The whole crowd laughed as he took off down the street, and I picked up Andrea's dropped purse and followed behind. I followed behind while he carried her down the street. He put her down one hundred feet before the hotel door, and dropped his hand to her ass. Andrea looked back at me nervously but then put her tiny arm around him and walked in the door.
We found ourselves awkwardly hosting Reggie in our hotel room. I wasn’t sure how to excuse him with the language barrier, so I just figured we’d wait it out until Tay arrived. I was nervous. She was nervous excited. He sat on the edge of the bed, and my fiancé sat next to him, her skin tight dress exposed her tan upper thighs. Her Her legs were crossed, and her six inch red heels exposed each painted red toe.
Her face lit up as she saw athe wine bottle. “Maybe we can all take the edge off with a drink!” I felt relieved at the idea too, until I realized we didn’t have a corkscrew. Andrea asked me to go down to the lobby and open it. I whispered to her I didn’t want to leave her there alone with him but she promised me it would be fine. She handed me the bottle and as I turned to leave, she squealed. Reggie picked her up and put her right on his lap. I protested but she shooed me away and said hurry.
I got down to the lobby and at the front desk was a redheaded woman with a tight bun, heavy lipstick and glasses, with a button up white shirt covering up some obviously enormous breasts. I asked for a corkscrew. She recognized me from walking in. She laughed presumptively as she dug around in the cabinet, seemingly taking her time. She pulled one out and handed it to me. “Have fun” she winked, and I headed swiftly back to the room.
I could here some commotion. “Oh my god!” It was Andrea. There was some deep breathing.
I fiddled around looking for the room key and opened the door. It only opened up a crack, as it had been chain locked. “ANDREA?” I yelled. Four bright red delicate fingers wrapped around the edge of the door, one with a shiny ring at the base.
“What’s going on?” I called, my voice breaking.
“Oh baby, Reggie is an absolute beast honey. I couldn’t help it. He doesn’t understand.”
“Babe let me in!”
I saw her hand reach for the chain lock but his massive hand slammed onto it first, and then her whole face appeared in the doorway, pressed up against the wall.
“Baby it’s ok. It’s ok. This is what we wanted right?”
“No not with a man. Not with him”
“Oh sweetheart, he is more than a man. Oh my god you don’t understand”
She was starting to sound winded, intoxicated. Her eyes were rolling back and she was straining to focus.
“Ok fine just let me in. We are doing this together.”
“I know baby, I know. Together, always. I love you.”
She struggled again to reach for the chain but his hand slammed on it again.
“Baby its ok. We’ll just do this a little while. You know you don’t last that long anyways. Just give him a head start”
“Fine,” I grumbled. I guess she was right. But no this is crazy, what if someone saw me out here in the hallway like this?
A meaty finger made its way into her mouth and the pulsing motion picked up speed.
“Thahk you so muh baby, I uhv you.”
So there I was, holding my fiances hand through the doorway as I stood helpless in the hall, watching a limited picture of her getting fucked in ecstasy. And I wish that’s as bad as it got, but there is more.
I took a handful of her breasts as she moaned, “That’s right baby, take what you want.”
My half hard dick straightened up as she said it, but then a jolt of pain went through my heart as I wondered if she was talking to me. Her moans were shrill, and getting louder. I whipped my head around as the door behind me opened. It was a young couple. They looked annoyed, then confused.
“Hello.” I muttered – panicked.
The girl burst into laughter and pulled her man back inside. The guy chuckled, waved, and shut the door again.
“Baby please be quiet.”
She couldn’t hear me or ignored me. I’m not sure. I reached to put my hand back on her breast but Reggie’s hand had taken my place. The elevator door opened down the hall and the hallway flooded with loud conversation and laughter. My heart leaped when I saw Tay, and then sank when I saw Jay and the other two men from the VIP section. I pulled the door shut as they approached, and met them half way, but. I could could all hear thumping on the door even as we were four doors down.
“Hey baby!”
“Hi Tay. Hello.. Eeveryone”
“Wassup squirt. You lock yourself out?” Jay snickered and gave me a pat on the shoulder that made me flinch.
“Umm. Yes. Locked out. Better go downstairs and get a new key.” I was stalling.
Why did Tay bring the whole gang? I guess Reggie was finishing up because the banging reached a peak and started to slow down and pitter out.