When we started going to the islands with our husbands on their golf trips, they went and chased little balls while we worked the sheets off the beds in our suites, often while the housekeeper was there cleaning the room.
When my husband told me to go to a hotel, get a key, and wait in "that slutty underwear I like", I expected my borderline prostitute look to be just right, had he been one meeting me.
Begin dressed in my sexiest bra and thong by my roommate and her boyfriend said after catching me watching them one Saturday morning in our room. It was when they saw I was touching myself that they tied me up and blindfolded me.
"This is cruel." I protested as they began again on the small bed across from me.
"You are a bad roommate Holly." Mike said obviously fucking Susan from the sound of the bed springs and his breathing.
"You should have joined us, instead of just using us to get off." Susan gasped as this while scene was clearly turning her on.
"I did not want to force myself on you." I whimpered, aching to touch myself, as they focused on each other, harder and louder.
Sure, I had fantasies of late night room service coming with a sexy you man who is willing to fulfill my every desire. What executive who travels has not had this. Sure, traditionally the maid is bent over her cart and the man cums and goes to work. This is the silk stocking on the other foot.
And they leave when we finish.
The regular biweekly sales meeting in Chicago brings David to my room with my bed time tea and a very agreeable willingness.