Fifth Friday
written by:
J&T

FIFTH FRIDAY

There are about four months every year that have five Fridays. There are usually more of them in the second half of the year than in the first but otherwise they occur rather at random.

It was because of this unpredictability that Jan and Todd did something special every "fifth Friday of the month". Also, because by coincidence the first time they had done it was a fifth Friday.

They took a room at a a local hotel, for the one night. Only a few hotels in town had the combination they wanted: well appointed romantic rooms, good dinner room service, and a lively bar well attended both by hotel guests, mostly male, and local people, mostly looking for hookups.

They had an open marriage. Jan had been with other men during the four years they had been married: mostly guys she met at work, acquaintances, one of her exes. At first just when Todd was away traveling, when he too had occasional sex with casual partners. Later, she did it when he was in town also. She was amazed at how such an alpha male as Todd adapted himself to being known as the husband of a woman that other men could and did mate with, even offering her to some of his friends, or telling others, who hesitated out of loyalty to him, that it was OK and to go ahead.

Everything about the fifth Fridays was fun. The packing of a small overnight bag, with an extra outfit for her. Driving to the hotel and handing the car to the valet. Checking in, the clerk thinking they were perhaps not married to each other, giving them a smirk when Todd asked about a late checkout.

The first time they had done it, they had argued about it a little. It had long been a fantasy, much discussed between them but never acted upon. But one morning, a fifth Friday, he had said: "How about trying it? Today."

She said: "This would not be like other times. It'd be a stranger..."

"We'd go a nice hotel, expensive and safe."

"But I could be asked to go elsewhere."

He shook his head: "Safety first. You must stay in the building."

"If we do it, what other rules should we agree on?"

"It's got to be somebody that really excites you, that makes you wet and ready. Also, that you really feel comfortable and relaxed with. You must have at least a few minutes conversation with him, accept a drink or two, flirt... Then decide."

This had been two years before. This time, when they were driving, Jan had asked about the bar. She knew Todd scouted the locations.

"It has become a well known hookup place. But it doesn't really matter."

This was part of the fun of it. That usually it worked, but sometimes not. Or rather, sometimes it worked one way, sometimes another. The rule was that she stayed at the hotel bar for no more than one hour. She could leave before: either alone, if she thought there were no suitable prospects, or with a man. In any case, one hour after after she'd left their room he'd go to the bar and, if she was there they'd leave together. If she wasn't he'd know she was getting laid and return to their room to wait.

This time, when they got to their room, Jan asked:

"Did you reserve this room specifically?"

"I sure did."

"How did you remember the number?"

"I always remember these details."

It had been when they had been married a bit over a year and the openness of their marriage had been still limited to occasions when they were apart for a week or more. Over breakfast she had said:

"I am going for drinks with a collector after work."

Many wealthy people bought stuff at the art gallery Jan worked for.

Todd had raised his eyebrows just so slightly.

"Good looking guy?"

"Former athlete, about your age. A blond. He's cute

"You are going to get laid?"

"You know I've never done that except when you are out of town."

"But we have never ruled it out."

"I don't know. Would it be OK?"

They always asked each other before trying something new, although they knew the answer would likely be yes.

"I think it'd be hot to see you come home freshly fucked."

"I am not sure. How am I going to let you know?"

"Just text me where you'll be."

And, later, she had texted him the room number.

They had fucked like crazy bunnies that evening. For both of them, what they called reclaiming sex, the first time after she had been with somebody else, was something perversely exciting. It was more so this time, when she was still hot, she had not yet come down from her previous orgasms.

She said: "You wanted to fuck you right here, where he did me."

He nodded. "It was the first time I saw you right after..."

"And it was not the last."

He asked: "When did you get here?"

"I told you, after drinks at a bar nearby. Do you want to hear again?"

She always gave him all the details. She had told him about the drinks, the flirting, how she had given all the right signals. Of course the man knew her reputation.

"Show me what you did when you arrived here?"

"He began undressing me."

"Like this?"

"Not quite, faster. He was eager."

"Were you wet?"

"You know I was."

Soon he had stripped her. "What did he do next?"

"He laid me on the bed, face down."

"Admiring your nice married body?"

She had a wonderful, rounded but narrow hipped, butt. Men loved to take her doggie style.

He knew what the man had done, and knelt between her legs. He felt her briefly. He knew she had been as excited for the other man then then as she was now.

He entered her, without lifting her from the sheets, in one stroke.

"Like this?"

"He was rougher, and took two strokes before being fully in."

He pushed faster and they began fucking: they were both out of control.

"Is this how you like to be taken by a stranger?"

"Faster, please!"

Todd obliged. "Is this how other men fuck my wife while I am at home nearby?"

"Any way they want."

Todd knew the man had cum inside her, but just before he did he asked if he could cum on her face just to hear her scream that she wanted his semen in her. . It took a while for they to catch their breath.

"You really got a charge out of it, didn't you?"

"Sure. So did you."

"Fucking your wife on the same bed, in the same position, as another man did? One I chose to go to bed with, even though I could just have driven home and let you do it?"

He nodded.

After they had showered, they had room service for dinner, in their robes, and drank a whole bottle of wine, Todd thoughtfully making sure that his wife's glass remained full.

After dinner, the time came. They had a little ritual.

"Are we ready?"

They always asked each other. Either of them could back out. But it never happened.

She smiled wickedly and went into the bedroom. She took out some sexy undies Todd had gotten her, and slowly put them on, then a new cocktail dress, pale green, as sexy as it could be while still being appropriate for a luxury hotel bar.

"What do you think?"

"I had not seen this before."

"I bought it for this occasion."

"Easy to take off?"

Part of the fun was for her to get dressed in front of Todd, very slowly, like a reverse strip tease.

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Just go there. Have two drinks, no more."

She nodded: "Just for one hour and two drinks. Then I may be back here."

"Or you will be in somebody's room. Some lucky bastard that has no idea how lucky he'll be tonight."

She said. "You are all excited about this."

She parted the front of his robe and felt his erection.

"This is because you are thinking of what may happen?"

"Of what is about to happen."

"Which may be nothing."

"No! You are going up to the bar, in this dress. You are going there, to see what is available, to make yourself available. This is happening. Even if nothing else does...."

She started stroking him.

"You will imagine me flirting, other men hitting on me?"

"Yes!"

She continued moving her hand. "Asking me to leave with them, disregarding the ring I am wearing?"

"Yes. Even if you say no."

"Why?"

"Because other guys got hot for you. Got erect. Will jack off thinking of you, what would have they done to you if you had said yes."

"And when I do come back late?"

"That is of course a bonus...No, more than that, it is something else."

"Very late?"

"I am going to cum if you don't stop," he said.

She did not stop: "Full of cum? Another man's?" she squeezed a little.

He moved her hand away.

"Do you think," she asked, "of what happens at the bar?"

"You let yourself be picked up."

"Do you imagine how I go about it, or how the guys go about seducing me?"

He smiled. "Of course I know in general what you like."

"Do you wonder how the guy that is fucking me looks like, while you wait?"

"You always tell me later."

"Get dressed," she said."Let's do it different tonight."

"How?"

"You go up to the bar and watch me flirt, and then, maybe choose a man and get picked up. And then... see me leave with him."

"It'll hurt your chances if we are seen together."

"We go separately. You sit in a booth and watch me at the bar,"

"I have a better idea," said Todd. "There are some very dark booths at the left as one enters. Good view of the bar but the booths are very dark, people cannot see well into them. We sit there, and you tell me what guys you think are good prospects. Then you walk out and reenter the bar as if you were coming in for the first time."

She nodded. He got dressed, quickly, afraid that she or perhaps him, would change his mind.

On the elevator she said: "Ready to see what your wife likes?"

Todd entered the bar first and sat on a booth, in the darker side. Jan joined him as agreed a minute after. She looked around. Two young men, tall, athletic, black, were occupying seats at a high table near the bar, and a strong looking man, of Todd's built and age, was sitting at the bar. They were eying the beautiful, well-dressed women, clearly out to try to pick up any unescorted ones.

Todd looked down at his wife, saw her nipples, erect under the flimsy fabric of the top of her dress, their size and state made more obvious by her smallish breasts, and realized that she too was excited.

She shuddered a little: "Does it turn you on?" she asked rubbing her hand against his thigh. "It does, doesn't it?" she said as she moved her hand higher and noted the evidence of his excitement.

"Tell me what you think about that guy at the bar."

"I don't think so."

"I though he was your type."

"He is, and so are you. And he looks a bit like you. I look for something different."

"Exotic?"

"Kind of."

"Black men?"

"Sometimes."

Todd nodded in the direction of the two black men. "Do you like them?"

She sat even closer to him and rubbed her thigh on his.

"They are cute."

"Would you have them? Which one?"

"Either of them. Depending. I'd have to talk, flirt, you know, get to know them a little. Size them up."

She blushed at the last sentence.

"Go then and talk and flirt. Then let me know."

"How?"

"Well, leaving with one of them would show me your choice."

"It may be fun to discuss it with you beforehand."

"But how?"

"If you see me leaving alone, to go to the ladies room," she said, "follow me outside. The men's room is next and we can talk in the hallway.

He nodded.

"Are you OK with this?"

He nodded again.

"If you don't want to see me... flirt... and then leave, you can just walk out whenever you feel it's too much. It would be then like the other times."

"OK"

Jan got up and, turning around the bar to make it look as she was coming from outside. She stood near the men, as if she was looking for an empty table. It took two seconds for the men to invite her to sit with them and to buy her a drink.

Tod watched as the trio talked and flirted, the two men clearly competing, each hoping he'd be the one to bed the redhead. After twenty minutes Todd saw Jan say something and leave the table, nodding to the men, making it clear she'd be back.

Todd came up to her in the hallway. Nobody else was there.

"They both want to fuck you, that much is obvious," said Todd.

"Yes."

"Do they have a room here?"

"Yes, they have a suite."

"Which one you'd like?"

She did not say anything, just stood tight against him, put her hand on his crotch, briefly. "It's hard to decide, they are both so nice."

He waited for a second: "If you really like them, do this again."

There was a pause and then he barely felt her moving her hand, just a little. She noticed his reaction.

"Which one do you want -- first?"

She squeezed him tighter, turned and kissed him.

"Does it turn you on, the idea of them taking turns with me?"

"Do you want to try it?"

"You are thinking about it, you want to... you are excited," he said.

She whispered: "You want me to...don't you... you are excited too..."

"You looked very happy at their table..."

"What would happen if I went and sat down with them again?"

"They will ask you to their room. And then..."

"Then what?"

"You will say yes."

"And if I do?"

"They will fuck you!" he said squeezing her hand.

She gasped. "And what else?"

He squeezed her.

"They will take you...harder than you have ever been taken..."

She smiled: "There are still things about me you don't know about."

"Maybe."

She looked at him very seriously: "If you are not sure of this, let's leave now."

"I am sure, and you?"

"I don't. If you are sure, I want to go sit with them again. I will decide. One, or neither."

"Or both."

Todd got in, paid the bill and left. On his way out he saw that Jan was sitting between the two men and their hands were on her thighs. After half an hour he went to the bar again. His wife and the two men were all gone. He went back to their room and waited.

She was back about two hours after, she knocked on the door and he opened right away. She stood there, her dress wrinkled, her shoes gone. She closed the door and fell against him, her face buried in his broad shoulders, half crying, scared of what she had done, afraid he would hate her.

"It's OK darling," he reassured her.

She looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. He took off the remains of her dress, looked at her wet, used body.

"When did you go?"

"They got me another double drink. After I downed it they just got up and escorted me out to the elevator They started fondling me there. I was nearly naked by the time..."

"What, where?"

"They had a two room suite. In one of the bedrooms."

"Two bedrooms?"

She said: "They had two more friends with them."

He opened his eyes wider as it took him a few seconds to grasp the full implications: "Did you.. did they..?

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"I don't know why. I was out of control when I got there. I'd have done anything, anybody."

"Was it good? Did they hurt you?"

She stopped crying. "No. It was good."

"Were they gentle?"

"To begin with. They got wild, towards the end, during the second round."

"Each one did you while the others just watched?"

"Not really, three of them were playing with me, while the other was between my legs."

Todd gasped. He put her on her back and lifted her legs, stopping frozen for a moment at the sight of her wet, matted pubic hair, the white stuff down her inner thighs.

"Each of them, in turn. Twice each... I think."

Todd entered her, roughly. She was so hot and wet.

"And after one was done, it did not take long for another to be ready.."

"Did you help them get ready, with your mouth?"

"Yes, after the first round, they kind of made me to. But I was willing."

"You wanted them again."

"I kept wanting them, more and more."

"When did you begin cumming?"

"Not right away."

"The second guy?"

"Yes, and I never really stopped."

"Was he particularly good?"

"He was the biggest, maybe the biggest I ever had."

"You are cumming again," he said. It was true.

"Yes, I want more, more, more!"

She came like a wild animal, her husband barely able to hold on, as he was nailing her on the bed.

"You have been fucked nine times tonight, and it's not enough?"

"No! I want you now!"

And he managed to make her cum again several times before his own release.

They woke up twice more during the night and fucked again: they did not make love like a married couple, they fucked, like strangers. They did not get out of bed until noon the next day, and by then the sheets were a soggy mess of cum, Todd's mostly but also the men's.

She gave him more details while they were having room service breakfast. She had managed to get away from them only by arguing that her husband would eventually call the cops if she did not return home soon.

"They called me insatiable, wanted to call some more friends..."

When they finally drove home he asked:

"Do you want to do it again some time?"

"No, never! Once was enough... too much."

"But you liked it."

"Yes."

"So did I."