Originally Posted by facialfreak
(Post 18677389)
On the topic of answering doors naked ...
Dear Penthouse,
18 years ago ... a couple months after my daughter was born - in the days of Polaroid One Step cameras - I treated my wife to a romantic weekend at Niagara Falls with a Jacuzzi suite ...
We were at the bar in the Best Western Fallsview having a few drinks, and the young kid tending the bar announced it was last call ... what a drag!!
While my wife went to recycle some of her screwdrivers, I asked the bartender if I could buy a bottle of Pol Roger to take back to our room. He explained to me that there were cameras everywhere, and if his bosses saw him sell me a botte of champagne, he would loose his job ... but he told me that for a 'decent tip', he could take a bottle with him, and bring it up to our room once he closed up. DEAL!
We got back to our room, and my ex and I wasted no time jumping into the jacuzzi. About a half hour past, when there was a soft knock at our door. My wife (Jamaican-Chinese with tits that got her plenty of attention) looked at me with a puzzled look on her face ...
"You'd better go get that", I told her ... She played dumb for a moment, and screwed up her face at me, but then a light bulb appeared above her head, and she gave me the wickedest grin I have ever seen her give me ... she stood up and created a very crude bubble bikini, and stepped out of the jacuzzi and headed for the door ...
The bartender kid could not have been more than 20 years old, and she had mentioned earlier in the evening that "he was not too hard to look at". She opened the door, and the look on his face alone was worth it, as he tried to be as professional as he could ..
I told her to invite him to have a glass of champagne with us ... obviously still a bit uncomfortable, he replied that he really shouldn't. I told my wife "hunny ... wipe those bubbles off, you're making Glen uncomfortable!" - we'd spent a few hours in the bar, so all 3 of us were on a first name basis. My wife took my cue without any coaxing, and instantly the bubbles were gone, and she was standing in front of the door in nothing more then what the good lord gave her. She grabbed Glen (name not changed to protect the guilty - because fuck it, we'll never see him again ...) by the hand and guided him over to sit on the edge of the bed and went to get 3 champagne glasses.
as the initial shock wore off, Glen loosened up a bit, and started talking to us as if we were still dressed an in the bar. We had a couple glasses of champagne - me in the bubbles (what was left of them), Glen sitting on the corner of the bed, and my wife sitting on the corner of the jacuzzi pretty much equal distance from me and Glen, with one foot on the ground, and the other pulled into her chest up on the tub.
I forget what Glen and I were talking about - but he had loosened up somewhat, and we were engaged in conversation, when I noticed my ex looking at Glen, and playing with her little landing strip. I totally busted her, and motioned to Glen an approving 'check this out' gesture ... :winkwink:
I decided that since I've gone this far, I might as well go for gold and I told Glen "I think (my wife) likes you - it would appear so - as a matter of fact - earlier she did mention that you were not too hard to look at ..." Glen started to blush a bit, but did not appear overly uncomfortable, other than not quite knowing where he should be looking.
I told Glen that this weekend was my treat to my gorgeous wife (now ex) for giving me a beautiful baby, and we all clinked glasses ...
"We bought a Polaroid camera just for this weekend ... I think (my wife) would like me to take your picture with her - for a memory." It seemed harmless enough, and he had been looking at my naked wife for about 20 minutes now, so he replied "Well I suppose I could ..."
I took that as my cue to jump up, go grab a towel from the adjoined bathroom to put around my waist, and go grab the polaroid camera from my bag.
By now my ex was on the bed beside Glen, and he had his arm around her waist. I said "say cheeeeeeze" and with that,the first piece of film exited the camera.
"Ok ... that's cute and all, but the way you have your arm around her waist, you look like you're gay dude!" ... we all laughed, and he assured both of us that he was VERY NOT gay.
"Well than you'd better grab one of them titties like it owes you money!" With that, he looked her in the eyes, and she lifted her breast towards him. Well he did not need any more choreography, as he put his hand on hers - already on her tit - and put his mouth over her nipple.
"That's a bit better now!" I said as I took another couple pics, with Glen and my ex-wife slightly changing poses with each piece of Polaroid film the camera spit out.
By about the fourth picture, Glen was standing behind her, while his hands were rather full of her boobs. "If your going to poke me with that thing - be a gentleman and take it out of your pants Glen!", my ex-wife suddenly spurted out. For maybe 4 seconds you could see him get uncomfortable, but that fright disappeared pretty quickly when she turned around and unzipped his pants. She lowered his pants and boxers to the ground - albeit somewhat clumsily, and went down to her knees. Without even a glance at me to seek my approval, she was a woman on a mission.
Glen was not overly big or small .. about the same size as me .. well maybe a bit bigger, as he was as hard as a steel pole. I pretty much forgot that I was supposed to be taking pictures, as I sat back and watched my (now) ex skillfully put a glistening shine all over his cock.
I guess Glen had seen his share of the $30 movies they play in hotel rooms, because he was titty-fucking her like he knew what he was doing, while she held her tits together and licked the head of his cock.
I was trying to decide if I was just going to watch this young stud tap my old lady, or if we would tag-team her - and if I was OK with touching another man's dick, for the sake of giving my wife a weekend to remember, but Glen answered my questions as he blew is load half on her tits, and half in her mouth ...
She took her time cleaning him off, as I watched his cock shrink to a size I had not previously seen.
"I guess I should be going ...", Glen said as he began buttoning his shirt and tucking it into his pants
"Could I ask one quick favor of you before you leave Glen?" I asked him, to which a very nervous look came over his face ... I started laughing, and told him, "No I dont want to have any kind sex with you - no offense - but since my wife did not get fucked yet, and you are still here, could you snap off a few pics of me fucking her?"
"Sure! I suppose I could", was his reply. With that settled, I dropped my towel, and made my way onto the bed where my wife was already playing with herself. I positioned myself in front of her, and she grabbed my half erect cock and started giving it the same attention that Glen got a few minutes before.
"She sure does give great head, eh Glen?" we both agreed on this fact, and without saying anything else, he picked up the Polaroid and started watching us through the viewfinder of the camera.
With my flagpole at full mast, I slipped inside of her, to which young Glen exclaimed "Oh yeah! That's hot!!". With that said, Glen turned into a regular Bob Guccione and took probably another 7 or 8 pics left on the cartridge, including the money shot that I take my web identity from ... I was so aroused at the events of the night, that I dropped a very healthy sized load across her chin and cheek.
The 3 of us finished what was left in the bottle, me and my wife naked, and Glen fully dressed, but with obvious signs of distress in his pants again. We were all very pleased with what had happened, and just revelled in the moment. I rounded up all the pics, and explained to Glen that we were not wanting the pictures to end up anywhere they shouldn't, so we would like to keep all of them for our private use only. He seemed a bit disappointed, but he understood.
Glen left ... we sat and talked about what had just happened, as this was a first for both of us, but we agreed we were both hugely turned on!!
The next day when we were checking out, we went by the bar, and an attractive blonde in her 30s was working, but Glen was sitting at the bar talking to her, and drinking what was either water, or a tall glass of straight vodka. LOL
We walked over to Glen - all of us were smiling like a cat that just ate a bird - we said our goodbyes, he kissed my wife, and shook my hand, and we headed back to Toronto.
We never again did do anything quite that daring, however we did find another mixed race couple that we got together and swapped with a few times a couple years later.
HOLY CRAP!! Sorry about the novel, but if one person enjoyed reading it, its all good! :thumbsup
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