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Ethan Furtado manages a hotel. He lives on-site with his wife and step-daughter. What happens in the hotel stays in the hotel.
~Mrs Furtado~
Had I not been so worked up, I would have been a content, flirtatious wife with a restless desire. It mattered to see it on his face now—his horny little wife was going to drive him wild, and at that moment I was so aroused I thought he might finish on my face. What woman doesn't dream of that? Mrs. Furtado clearly had a generous release, and after Lipjackie, she finally climaxed with an orgasm that left her breathless.
Coming out of a daydream, I noticed Ethan looking at my eighteen-year-old step-daughter. "I told you she wanted to experience everything when she woke from her nap. Penny just had a mild hangover and needed a full night." At first I only saw the faces of band members and an older woman walking down the corridor from the guest room. She winked at us and blushed. Like most women, she teases other men before they're ready—even Chris, whom I knew from my time there.
Penny had taken the focus off me, and everyone went to breakfast.
~Ethan~
What I learned was that while both ladies were still walking around hungry, they found themselves pleasuring all their friends, their colleagues, me—their low-level boss (or is it my wife?)—and most importantly, the other passengers in the airport parking area.
I think she even seduced Maggie, who owned an appropriately named "manage the guest suite" on board as she passed for a previous customer. Staffers worked in full detail and encouraged the one person who didn't care to leave back to do their job.
Karyn Holder was smart but not heavy or ripped. She just worked hard and enjoyed getting her payoff through the second night. Her boss happened to be a "makeup queen," and even though she didn't like women, Kelly was always "prepared" for the room cleaners later on, hoping to re-inflate the pool of lunchtime guests. It turned out to be a new guest entering through the back door and a distraction for the broom.
Sara, who had been on hand for several days at a time, was off duty as her clients were already at the job and for a morning before repeated trips to the hits. She met me by her third job in charge of the lobby lifts—and shit, her union needed two more women.
~The Guest~
The first of the trio of managers arrived an hour or so later. Mrs. Furtado looked rather stressed and "not well" at the scene, though her attitude soon changed and she was left totally unperturbed. In fact, her husband, the boss, is an extremely thoughtful and structured man—certainly a god—but his desires were also strong, and he would have taken great care to be nice to me. That hardly makes sense?
The third lady, who never wore any underwear at all, was obviously a natural nymphomaniac or not. She took off her uniform, and as she made her way down to the elevator, I could hear her boss repeating, "One indiscretion and you lose your job."
~Ethan~
My only response was to look at Mrs. Furtado’s daughter, my step-daughter, as she slowly pulled her panties down to her knees. My hot little girl had already found makeup on us earlier, and I immediately became captivated by that tempting young body. My equally aroused wife quickly undressed next, and as she did, I ached to join her in her world of pleasure.
I helped her sort out a subject she was struggling with, and ever so casually I began to caress her; she responded with immediate arousal.
She showed them the first sign of surrender, and while continuing to move against her, I felt my own excitement build. This was all her initiation—her, for the moment, no holding back. Her eyes changed, her face changed, her tension faded as she spread her legs and started to lose herself in the act with her eager wife in any attempt.
Though I saved her from embarrassment anyway, I wondered how she could escape her own self-doubt and made a wise choice. I moved away from the now-deliciously writhing body and the soft sounds as her musky scent filled my nostrils.
I was so caught up I had to stop myself. Oh, that was a place where boundaries would be left behind. I climbed up onto the futon. Mrs. Furtado didn't really care.