Martina looked around the elegantly appointed bedroom in her suite at the Dorchester Hotel, taking in the splendor of her surroundings. The ornate sconces, paneled walls, crown molding, and polished solid wood furnishings made the space feel like her personal palace. The fragrance and vibrant colors of the fresh flowers, along with the original artwork that hung on the walls in fashionable frames, provided a distinctive charm. She recalled her arrival, having admired the building’s regal façade and resplendent lobby, which she now knew only hinted as to the luxury which embraced its guests at night.
Martina’s attention left the features of the room and refocused on her husband, Kurt. After all, he was on top of her, trying his best to facilitate her sexual readiness by attending to her breasts with his tongue and gliding a hand down between her legs as she lay naked on her back, sunken into the king-sized bed. They had been giggling and grabbing at each other as they made their way up the elevator a few minutes before the end of an evening of dinner and drinks, during which touches and innuendos served as extended foreplay. Their shoes hadn't made it five feet into the room before being discarded, and his charcoal grey slacks were almost tangled with her emerald green evening dress in a heap halfway between there and the bed. His boxers and unbuttoned shirt and her lacy underthings were being pushed off the bed piece by piece as the couple writhed and wrestled.
Sex in a new setting always got Martina's creative juices flowing, inducing her to try a variety of carnal experiences. And what a setting their Dorchester suite was! There’s nothing wrong with fucking in bed, and Martina wouldn't say she was bored, but this room was screaming for something special, more adventurous. Her sexual appetite was craving something naughty, exciting, even dirty.
Ahh, that desk and chair across the room – Martina decided to put them to use. And doing it up against the wall wouldn't be a bad idea either.
She scooted back using her elbows and climbed out from under Kurt, rolling off the bed dramatically. She pranced over to the desk and sat her bare ass on it, testing its stability. Only good quality furniture graced the rooms of the Dorchester Hotel, not the cheap crap in the budget chains where they used to stay.
Who knows how long Kurt's timely and lucrative business deals would sustain a lifestyle that now included a £2000-per-night hotel suite in a new bucket-list city every few months, but she was going to enjoy the ride for a while. An inner struggle was developing between her fiscally sensible side working for a financial planning firm and her emotional side enjoying these indulgences, but for now, hedonism was winning out, a hedonism that she presently determined would have an immediate impact on their sex life.
“Where are you going?” Kurt asked, still face down on the bed.
“Just over here,” she replied, reclining, crossing her legs.
“Awwww, just as things were getting good.”
“Maybe they're good over here.”
Kurt flipped over, admiring his wife’s provocative pose.
“If you want any more of this...” Martina flipped her hair, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and leaned back on her hands, arching her back to push her breasts out, “you'll have to come and get it.”
Kurt’s bouncing semi-erect pecker lead the way as he approached her. He handled a jutting tit, gently at first, as he leaned in to kiss her. Before long, their tongues were wrestling as he tugged on her nipple. “Come here,” she told him, pulling on his dick, coaxing him forward so that it rested on her thigh. She moved it back and forth, wiping it on her leg. “Rub yourself on me,” she directed him, smiling and leaning back again. He did as he was told, his thick boner increasing in size and stiffness as he thrust his hips to glide it on her smooth thigh.
Martina flipped on the lamp on the desk beside her, flooding their faces and shoulders with light.
“We don't need that, do we?” he asked, shielding his eyes.
Uncrossing her legs, she adjusted the light so that it was shining right down into her lap. She leaned back more and opened her legs, giving him an explicit view of the treasure between them. “Well, there might need to be a thorough inspection down here!”
He laughed and agreeably got down on his knees, peering closely at her lewdly displayed twat. He ran his fingers through her trimmed pubic hair and peeled her sensitive labia apart, inspecting the slick, moist pink flesh inside. He gave them a couple of kisses, and before long, he was fluttering and swirling his tongue deeply, pleasuring all her lady parts. She moved the lamp away a bit and held the back of his head while she watched his mouth feast on the treat she was feeding him. They looked into each other's eyes while he slathered on her clitoris, licked up and down her slit, and buried his upper lip into her muff.
Naughtiness overtaking her, Martina reached over and pulled on the cord by the window, opening the curtains. Kurt looked surprised, but didn't move from between her legs, continuing to orally please her as she gazed into the picturesque courtyard. Her eyes half-nervously and half-excitedly scanned the patchwork of dark and partially illuminated windows, wondering what naughty activities the other guests may have been up to, even secretly hoping to catch someone peeking at her.
Her eyes fixed on two windows directly across from them on the same level, with the curtains open and a faint light on at the back. She gasped when she saw movement inside. “Mmmmm,” Kurt purred, thinking his wife's reaction was due to his oral expertise. “Yuuummmm!”
The movement in the other room became clearer as someone stepped into view right by one of the windows. And then someone else.
“Oh my gosh, Kurt,” she whispered, but he kept at it down there, back to probing her pussy after a brief detour to her thighs. The second person was pushing the first smaller one against the wall over at the other window now. The clash was aggressive, but obviously passionate, not violent. “Look!” He peered over her thigh out the window, his teeth sunk playfully into her skin. The two people were evidently a man and a woman, switching places, bodies twisting around each other. As they switched back, rolling closer to the window, light from the outside fell on their skin. Their bare skin!
Kurt rose to his feet, and he and Martina watched across the courtyard as the other couple got frisky with each other, arms and heads bobbing around in and out of the light. The window was low enough that they could see all the way down to the other couple's thighs. Unless they had some very small underwear on, they were completely naked. “You sure you want to be here?” he asked. “I mean, someone might see us if we can see them.”
But his wife was fixated on the sight of the sexy couple across the way. She hopped down from the desk and stood looking out the window, more details becoming apparent as she continued to her surveillance. “I know it's dirty,” she told him, “but I kind of want to watch.”
He stepped in front of her and pulled the cord to close the curtains.
“Really?” she asked, grinning. “Too naughty for you? You can't tell me you don't want to watch.”
“Maybe just a peek?” He got behind her, pushing her forward toward the part in the curtains.
“No way,” she scolded him. “That's not fair. We can't spy on them without at least giving them the chance to see us.” She pulled the cord to open the curtains again, and this time Kurt didn't resist. She knew she could get him to be dirty with her.
The other couple was starting to put on quite a show. The woman was backed up against the wall, arms above her head, with the man's face at her chest, evidently kissing or sucking her breasts with a hand between her legs, one of which was raised.
Martina backed herself up against the wall and told Kurt, “Do that to me,” raising her arms and looking at the lovers across from them. Kurt lowered his mouth to his wife's tit and sucked in a nipple while she raised a leg and felt his fingers digging in between her pussy lips.
“Ooooo,” Martina whispered as her husband's fingers reached up inside of her saturated tunnel, probing her until the other woman slid down the wall so that her head was even with the man's crotch. Martina had a good view of the guy now, and liked what she saw. His muscular arms and back were plain enough, and the light was hitting his ass well enough to see that he was indeed naked. She slid down as well, her cheek next to Kurt's dick, but still looking out the window. By the woman's head movements, she just knew she was sucking his cock. Martina mirrored her actions, taking Kurt's into her mouth.
“Uuuuhhh,” he moaned while she sucked. “Oh, heyyyyy, are you just doing what she's doing?”
“Sure,” she told him between sucks, looking up and licking his dick head while she held it steady. “She looks like she knows what she's doing.”
“Mmmmm, Martina, so do you!” She tried to live up to his expectations, giving him a sloppy blowjob for a while, playing with his balls too, glancing over every so often to watch the other couple. Kurt put his hands on the wall above her and started pretty much fucking her mouth. When Martina looked over, the other guy was doing the same to his woman. She smiled around his cock, glad to see Kurt was getting into the mirroring thing, too!
The other woman stood up and faced the window, reaching her arms above her head and stretching over sideways, one way and then the other. Though she was dimly lit from behind, her nipples and her pubic hair were definitely visible. She seemed quite fit, and not very young, at least in her late thirties, very likely older than her lover. Her light-colored hair was either a short pixie cut or done up in a tight bun – it was hard to tell from across the courtyard.
Standing up herself, Martina quickly scanned the other windows, imagining a dozen couples on each side of the courtyard all watching each other fuck, almost disappointed that she didn't see anyone else.
When her gaze returned to the other room, she swore the other woman had a slight smile on her face. And she swore their eyes connected. She whispered to Kurt, “Do you think they're looking at us?”
“Dunno.” He snickered after a pause. “Face the wall. Lean over and put your hands on it.”
Martina saw where this was going. She did what he said, standing with her feet more than shoulder width apart, looking sideways out the window. Yes! The other woman had braced herself against her wall, ass out, ready to take it from behind too!
“Oooohhh, they are watching us, I knew it!” The man stepped up behind her... and gave her a hard smack on her ass. And then another. Oh, shit! Martina gulped.
She felt Kurt's hand come down firmly on her ass cheek, hearing the sound of the smack echo off the walls.
“Owww!” she yelped, more out of surprise than pain.
Another smack. “Ow, fuck!”
“Sorry, babe, but I had to, you know,” he laughed. She felt the tip of his cock probing between her legs.
“Mmmm.” She wiggled her ass as if to ask for more. “What makes you think I don’t like it?” She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it when a few more slaps landed on her ass.
Across the way, the man swatted the lady’s ass and then started to gyrate into her. Kurt pressed his knob into Martina’s slit, and within a few seconds, she felt her vaginal opening give way to his shaft burrowing inside. He pumped and pumped, filling her with long strokes, deeper and deeper, until he bottomed out. She suddenly felt very dirty, aware that she was actually getting fucked with someone else looking at them, giving a pair of strangers a real live sex show. And they were giving her one as well, so she felt double dirty, watching and being watched.
“Ohhhh, mmmmm Martina! Oh, yesss!” Kurt murmured.
“Oh, fuck me!” she growled. “Show them what you've got!” She positioned her hands lower, ass out further, legs closer together. “Rrrrouuggghh... mmm, do me... uuuhh, fuck me!” Kurt held her tightly by the hips, ramming into her hard, balls slapping heavily against her thighs. She wasn't sure who initiated it, but within a couple of minutes she and the other woman were completely upright, pretty much getting fucked into the wall by their guys.
The other man turned his lover around to face him and slowly sunk to his knees till he was facing her pussy. Kurt was eager to do the same to his wife, and in a moment, she swore she and the other woman were looking into each other's eyes as the two of them were getting eaten out.
“What do you think their story is?” Martina asked as Kurt dug his tongue between her labia.
“Mph,” he grunted into her pussy. “Mmm, honeymoon?”
“Nah,” she replied, holding the back of his head. “I think she's older. Don't you?”
He stopped licking, beginning to kiss her thigh while looking across the courtyard. “Yeah, maybe so, sure. But it could still be a honeymoon.”
“Nope.” Kurt's tongue pleasured her clit while his fingers pulled her pubic hair and pussy lips apart. “That's not 'aww, I want to make love with you and be with you forever' sex,” she said in a mocking voice. Kurt snickered. “That's more like, 'grrr, I want to dirty-fuck!'”
“Like us?” he asked, rising to his feet.
“Yeah, like us!” She crushed her mouth into his, smelling and tasting her pussy on his face, probing his mouth with her tongue passionately. “Do you want to dirty-fuck?”
The other woman dropped to the floor on all fours in front of her man, facing straight toward them, and after the man got on his knees behind her, Martina got on her hands and knees as well. In moments, Kurt was kneeling behind her with his dick back inside. The two ladies watched each other get it hard, doggy style. Martina tossed her long hair from side to side and sensed the other woman smirking as the best she could do was to make her short hair flop slightly.
“Maybe an affair?” Kurt asked, pumping steadily.
“Mmm, good call.”
“Her husband's neglecting her for his business?”
“Could be.”
“And she's using his money to take the pool guy to a hotel room.” Kurt pulled on her hair, making her look toward the ceiling, keeping his boner nestled balls-deep inside her vagina for a minute.
“At two thousand pounds a night, that’s going to sting!”
When he released her and her face dropped to the floor, he pulled out and grabbed the chair from beside the desk. He turned it sideways and sat down in it, panting.
Martina straddled her husband and teased him by pushing her titties into his face, watching the other couple still doing it on the floor like doggies. The lovers across the courtyard were lagging behind, evidently so caught up in their own world that it took them a minute to realize they were supposed to be switching to a chair fuck. Once the other woman was straddling her man, though, Martina sank down onto Kurt's stiff pole, rocking back and forth, holding his face and French-kissing him sloppily. She felt kind of a connection to this woman, sharing this intimate experience watching each other given over to intimate sexual passion.
“She's not house-wifey,” Martina told Kurt.
“No?”
“Nope. That's no pool boy.” She rode him, arms around his shoulders, crushing her pelvis into him so that her clitoris had something to grind on. “Uhhggh. She's, like, a marketing exec.” Martina was now panting a little from the frisky activity.
“Here on business, from out of town?”
“International.”
He nuzzled her boob and licked her nipple sideways while looking at the other woman ride her man. “Maybe she picked him up in the hotel bar downstairs.”
“Nope. They know each other. I can tell.”
“She's the exec, so he works for her?”
“Or, under her?” They both had a laugh.
“Ha! Probably a partner, contractor or something.”
“Yeah, that's not sex for favor.” The woman was bouncing on the man's lap as his face was buried in her chest. “That's not ‘win the sale’ or promotion sex.”
“They just want each other, huh?”
The other woman turned around backwards on her man's lap, so Martina followed her lead. “Yeah, that's not transactional sex.” Kurt's hands reached around to pinch her titties while she ground her ass back on him, riding his cock while he fingered her clit. “That's ‘I'm just plain fucking horny and need some dick’ sex!”
“I think there's some of that going on right here!” Kurt tongued and sucked on her earlobe while jiggling her tits. “You need some dick too?” he huffed, lunging forward the best he could with her weight on his lap.
“Oh, fuck yes, I'm horny and I need your dick!” Martina laughed, bouncing on him.
She climbed off after a minute and pulled her husband to his feet, watching the other couple reverse chair fuck for a few more strokes.
The man across the courtyard stood and turned his lover around to face him, and she jumped, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he stood. He stepped forward, crashing her backwards into the wall, and after a brief pause, evidently to get his dick back up in her, held her by the ass and fucked her into the wall.
Kurt and Martina weren't as quick or graceful, but he managed to lift her against the wall and position his erect cock so that his wife could slide down on it.
“Oh, fuck, that's deep, oh, fuck yes!” Even though she was holding on tightly, Martina's weight was dropping her all the way down to the root of Kurt's cock with each of his upward thrusts.
They kept at it with her pinned to the wall for a while, but eventually he felt as if he couldn't hold her up any longer, so he stepped over to the desk and set her down, his dick popping out.
“Oh, fuck, I need to cum,” she hissed, spreading her legs wide, begging him to put it back in. She peeled her pussy lips open, making her now-creamy hole an easy target, and he wasted no time filling it again with his throbbing cock. Wrapping his arms around her torso as she clenched around his neck, he treated her to a vigorous couple of minutes of deep, solid fucking.
His moans accompanied his powerful, deep insertions, driving her wild. “Oh, yessss, oh fuck yes, Kurt. Uuhhhh!” Her clit bumped against his pelvis with each thrust, but needed some direct stimulation, so she let go of him and leaned back. As she looked across the courtyard, the other woman was now on her desk, legs high and wide as her man was going to town on her. Kurt was pumping and breathing hard, watching the penetration as Martina fingered her clit to stimulate herself.
Martina felt dirty admitting to herself that watching the other woman get pounded by her man was really helping to get her off, but there was no denying it. She finally reached her climax, strong tingling spasms exploding inside of her. “Aaaahhhhyyyyy!” Crying out in orgasm, she fell further backward on the desk, frigging her clit as her legs flew apart. “Uuugghh! Ooohhh!” Thighs trembling and then clenching together, she felt the smooth sensation of Kurt's cock sliding in and out of her sloppier and sloppier cunt, her thick, creamy juices providing plenty of lubrication.
When their movements had slowed to a gentle rocking, Martina looked into Kurt's eyes as their bodies stopped completely, enjoying the intimate contact of his penis still lodged inside of her. Peeking sideways, she saw the other couple crushed against each other in a close embrace, making out, it seemed. She sat up and encircled Kurt's shoulders for some sexy tongue kisses, surprised that he wasn't still thrusting into her. He stepped away after caressing her back and neck for a minute, and then she realized why he had stopped. His softening dick retreated from her vagina, followed by a gush of his thick, whitish semen pooling on the desk.
After a few more afterglow kisses on the shoulders, tits, neck, and mouth, Martina noticed that the other couple was no longer in view. “Hmmm, show's over, I guess.” She and Kurt flopped face up on the bed, spent and satisfied.
“You know what I keep thinking?” Kurt asked.
“Hmm?”
“We're staying in the same hotel. As them.” He motioned toward the window.
“What if we run into them?” she wondered. “Like downstairs in the lobby, in a restaurant, at the bar?”
He stayed quiet for a minute, making Martina believe he thought it was a rhetorical question. But no, his dirty mind was wandering. “Invite them up? For a foursome?” The two of them had a laugh.
“No, the guy will be long gone,” she said. “He's not staying here, remember? She's here on business by herself.”
“Oh yeah. So, what then?”
He didn't follow up, so they lay there in silence for a bit, eyes closed. Finally, with another giggle, Martina said what she knew they were both thinking. “Think she'd be up for a three-way?”
