It started with a few lines buried in the back pages of the Toronto Sun. Queen. Discreet. Curious.

She was twenty-five years older than me and somehow impossibly younger. The kind of woman who didn’t apologize for being wanted. She told me she was married. She told me her husband was fine with everything. I was twenty-five and reckless enough to believe her.

When the message came “We’re at a downtown hotel”. Come now! I didn’t hesitate.

The elevator ride felt longer than it was. My reflection in the mirrored walls looked calm, but my chest was pounding. When the door finally opened, I followed the numbers down the carpeted hallway and knocked.

A man answered.

Six feet tall. Broad-shouldered. Mid-fifties but solid as a statue. He wore nothing but tight black silk shorts and a bow tie. For a split second I thought I’d walked into something I didn’t understand.

“Come in,” he said quietly, stepping aside.

Before I could decide whether to leave, she appeared.

Black lace. A smile that said she already owned the room. Her presence snapped the air into place.

“So you’ve met Rob,” she said, like she was introducing a servant.

She came straight to me and kissed me like we were already in the middle of something. Not shy. Not polite. Just certain.

“Drinks on the balcony,” she said.

Rob poured them with hands that were steady but tight. She waited until he opened the sliding door, then sent him out without us. When he stepped through, she closed it behind him.

Locked it.

Her smile didn’t waver.

Inside the room, time slowed. Outside, Rob stood in the cool September air, staring in. I remember thinking how surreal it was twenty floors above the city, trapped between glass and desire, nobody sure who had the power. She brought a chair over to the window in front of him and patted the seat beckoning me to join her. When I sat she eagerly release my cock from my pants. With a look of mischief and a soft wet mouth. She worked the shaft like only a woman of her experience could. She took each of my balls into her mouth, one at a time while jerking my cock. At one point I had to ask her to slow down, where she stared at me and still going and just said tell me when you’re going to blow your load. When I was ready, she stood me up, jerk me off, and I shot four large streams of cum on the glass door to the balcony where her husband stood. 

I didn’t know then that this was exactly what she wanted.

When she finally left me alone, the room felt oddly quiet. Like a stage after the curtain drops.

She came back in a different dress something sheer, something dangerous and wrapped her arms around me.

“Let’s go downstairs,” she whispered. “He’ll hate it.”

We drank in the hotel bar like nothing was strange at all. Her leg brushed mine. People stared. She didn’t care!  

When we returned, Rob was still out there.

She led me past him without a glance and climbed onto the bed like she was stepping into her own story. I followed, no longer pretending I didn’t know my part. I pulled her dress off to find a Bare naked nearly perfect body. Six pack abs huge, fake tits, gorgeous face, and the bald pussy. I tongued her asshole and pussy long and slow at first. And then worked my way to her clit and aggressively sucked ant it. Eased 2 fingers in her sopping, wet pussy when she came she came so violently that her legs shook and trembled. I Came up from between her legs and slid my hard cock in her. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped as I slid it to the hilt. I felt my balls rest against her asshole. I just held it there grinding her clit on my pelvis. I proceeded to pounded her long and hard to another mind blowing orgasm. She then hopped on top Road me reverse cowgirl. She was Staring at him, and I could see her face in the mirror. She was loving it, enjoying tormenting him. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I flipped her over on her knees and fucked her doggy style her eyes still locked on his. She asked me to come on her tits when I was ready so I pulled out, She flipped over like a pro and took another sizeable load on her chest. Exhausted and panting we lay for a moment in the post orgasmic bliss. 

When it was over, she kissed me once more and said, softly,

“You should go now I’m gonna let him in here to lick your cum off my chest.”

I did.