It never happens to me

It never happens to me!

I was working away on business recently and checked in to a largish hotel just outside the city center.

I had been traveling most of the day so had decided to eat around 8pm. I then settled into a quiet corner of the bar, browsing my phone and sipping a cold beer. The bar was quiet and by 10pm I realized I was the only person left.

I was contemplating heading to my room when an attractive brunette walked in and perched herself on a stool at the end of the bar. She had on a floral patterned summer dress that looked either satin or silk, as she sat down I noticed the skirt was slit high and I could see her shapely legs and a fair but of thigh. So I decided to stick around and enjoy the view.

Shortly afterward another guy entered the bar, he glanced around and took a seat near me. He seemed to keep staring at the woman at the bar. She looked back at him a couple of times but neither acknowledged the other. The guy then looked over at me. I caught his eye and acknowledged him with a raise of my eyebrows. He seemed shocked that I was sitting there. Perhaps he hadn't noticed me? Besides I thought, I was here first.

The bar had table service, so when the waitress came around and took the other guys order I gesticulated for her to get me another beer.

The three of us sat in silence, but I noticed the woman kept glancing at the other guy in the bar. It was almost imperceptible, but they appeared to be communicating with each other through subtle looks and gestures. The guy nodded his head slowly in my direction and seemed to shrug his shoulders, then the woman glanced over at me, shook her head and frowned, curling up the corner of her mouth.

We sat in silence for another ten minutes or so, the woman at the bar had finished her drink and looked set to leave when a couple of business men came in. Both were well dressed, with expensive looking suits and were well groomed. Their conversation seemed loud in comparison to the near silence I had gotten accustomed to. They ordered a Whisky and a Gin and Tonic then stayed leaning on the bar as they drank and continued chatting.

As the bar was an L shape, from where I was sitting, I could see both guys and the woman clearly, but the other guys view of the woman had become obscured. She sat with her empty drink in front of her and was clearly eyeing up the two guys at the bar. The guy furthest from her, but facing her, noticed her and smiled, the other guy had his back to her but looked over his shoulder to see who his friend had smiled at. When he turned back, he smiled and shook his head. He then lifted his glass and drained it.

"I'll see you in the morning" he said to his friend, patted him on the arm and left.

Before he was even through the door the second guy had slid himself along the bar and was asking the woman if he could buy her a drink, she accepted and introduced herself as Mandy.

"Hi" the man replied "I'm Nathan"

The barman took their order, two Gin and Tonics, and the couple began chatting.

After only a half hour or so they had become quite flirty. She seemed very tactile and was constantly touching his hand, his arm or his leg. Occasionally he would return the gesture. As this went on, I noticed, the two had gotten closer together until eventually Nathan was standing right up close to Mandy, close enough to put his arm around her.

I glanced over at the bloke sitting nearby and saw he was staring intently at the couple, his cheeks looked flushed, and he was holding his pint glass close to his face, it appeared almost as if he was hiding behind it.

I was at least trying to be subtle as I nonchalantly browsed my phone and sipped my beer.

When I next looked up, I was shocked to see Mandy now had her hand on Nathan's buttock. They had moved in even closer, and Nathan's left hand was on the arm of Mandy's stool. Their faces were inches from each other, and their conversation had dropped to a mumble and a whisper. As I watched Mandy uncrossed her legs and I saw Nathans right arm move forward. Mandy's dress began to slowly ride up her thigh and I quickly realized Nathan was stroking her leg. Mandy parted her knees slightly and Nathan moved even closer. His arm sliding further up between her legs. Nathan bent forward and either whispered in Mandy's ear or began nibbling on it. Whichever it made Mandy giggle and I saw her fingers squeeze Nathan's butt cheek. What happened next took me further by surprise. Mandy removed her hand from Nathans bum and slid it around toward the front of his trousers. From the movement of her arm, it was clear she was now rubbing his cock. All the while Nathan continued nuzzling her neck. They broke off their embrace and Mandy slid off her chair, kissed Nathan on the Cheek and sashayed across the bar toward the ladies room. Needless to say, my gaze followed her delightful arse all the way to the door.

I turned my attention back to Nathan who was ordering more drinks and was trying in vain to adjust what looked like a rather large and uncomfortable boner!

Suddenly there was a loud buzzing sound and I quickly realized it was the other guy in bars phone. He jumped, appearing flustered and seemed to grab it off the table in a panic. He didn't put it to his ear but instead just stared at the screen. It must have been a text message I thought.

My thoughts were confirmed as I watched him type something on the keyboard then continued to watch the screen. As I watched his expression seemed to change, the colour appeared to drain from his face yet at the same time his cheeks were burning red. After a few message exchanges he put the phone back down on the table and seemed to be staring at Nathan out the corner of his eye.

The door to the ladies swung open and a radiant looking Mandy sashayed back to bar, and she touched Nathan on the waist and kissed him gently on the cheek. She then bent down and placed her handbag on the ground next to the bar. As I watched I was sure something had dropped out. Something black like a napkin or a handkerchief?

The couple each took a sip from there drinks, then Nathan said "Shall We?"

Mandy nodded and bent down to retrieve her handbag. Her shapely arse teasing me through the fabric of her silken dress. I noticed that the dropped item remained on the floor.

Just as the couple were leaving the waitress reappeared and began to ask the other guy in the bar if he would like another drink. He appeared a little flustered and replied yes, but his attention seemed fixed on Mandy and Nathan as they walk by. I quickly took the opportunity to retrieve the item that Mandy had dropped thinking I may catch up with her and return it, ever the gentleman that I am (more like a nosey git) It was with shock and a great thrill when picking it up I realized it was a pair of black panties. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket and returned to my seat.

I ordered another beer from the waitress and then glanced over at the other man in the bar. He was looking directly at me with a worried expression. He then got up, walked over to where Mandy had been sitting and began looking at the ground. Somehow, I knew, he must have been looking for the panties, but I was at a loss as to know how he knew they were there? He couldn't see round the corner from where he was sitting. He returned to his chair and glowered at me until the waitress delivered our drinks.

I put my hand in my pocket and began fingering the panties, they felt warm and a little damp. I decided I would take my beer and retire to my room and make good use of my new found treasure.

I was about to leave when the other guys phone buzzed again, but this time he didn't type a response but instead he just stared intently at the screen, then he looked around and slid the phone under the table, all the while still watching the screen.

I stood up and began to walk out, as I did so the other guy hurriedly slid his phone in his trouser pocket and as I walked past, he got up and followed me out, leaving his untouched beer on the table?

As I walked across the hotel lobby, I heard him call out softly "excuse me"

"Excuse me" he said again a little louder, and I turned to face him.

He walked quickly to catch me up and said "Excuse me, I'm very sorry, but I think you picked something up in the bar that belongs to me" He appeared nervous and spoke softly as though he was concerned anyone else may hear.

"No" I replied "I don't think so"

"Yes, I'm sure" he continued "a pair of panties, black panties"

He blushed he dropped his chin, losing eye contact with me as he spoke

"My wife's black panties"

I looked at him in disbelief, Mandy was his wife!

Clearly, he must have known the panties were there, by some sort of pre-arrangement?

I was confused and intrigued

"Was that your wife at the bar?" I asked

"Yes" he replied

"But she left with another guy?" I said questioningly

"Yes, I know" he replied "I can explain, but not here" "Please, just give me the panties"

He was beginning to get a little agitated, and I wasn't willing to give up my wank treasure that easily

"I think you had better explain" I said "Listen, you left a beer in the bar, let's go back and you can explain to me what's going on, If I'm convinced, I'll give you back the panties"

We returned to the bar, his beer was as he left it. We sat at the table and the guy introduced himself as Paul.

"it's a little game my wife and I like to play now and then" he explained

"We go into a bar, I like to see her get chatted up, and sometimes if she likes the guy, she has a bit of a kiss and a fumble"

"Is that what's happening now" I asked "She's having a bit of a fumble"

"Well yes, and no" he replied "You see this is the first time we've done it in a hotel. Usually, we do it in a pub or such like"

"Go on" I said

"Mandy has only gone as far before as giving a guy a blow job in the back of his car, and it left her frustrated"

"Tonight, we both agreed she could go as far as she wanted, she texted me from the ladies to say she wanted to fuck this guy, Nathan, but she would leave me a present at the bar, to show me how turned on she was"

"The present being her panties?" I said

"Yes" Paul replied "She sent me a video message just now and told me she was in his room and to be outside in half hour or so"

"And you are OK with that?" I asked "Is it turning you on?"

Paul just nodded his head

"Do you know what a Cuckold is?" I asked

Paul looked straight at me, paused for a minute then replied simply "Yes"

"So, you like other guys fooling around with your wife" I continued "You like other guys eyeing her up when you're out, maybe even fantasizing about her?"

Paul nodded and again replied "Yes"

The three beers I had drunk were making me braver than usual, I'm not really a confrontational person, but something about this situation was warming my blood, turning me on.

"OK" I said, sensing an opportunity for something a little more titillating than a pair of panties "show me the video message and I'll return your wife's underwear"

Paul looked at me thoughtfully, then retrieved his phone from his trouser pocket. After looking around to check no one else could see he opened the screen, punched in his passcode and slid his phone across the table toward me. The screen appeared blank, but the familiar Play, pause and fast forward icons were displayed at the bottom. I pressed play and the picture faded in, Mandy's face filled the screen.

"High Paul" She Said "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to be very naughty tonight. I hope you got your present, but don't waste it too quickly. I want to show you how naughty I'm going to be"

At that the camera image spun around and I could see Mandy reflected in a mirror, from the surroundings it looked like she was in a bathroom. Holding the camera in one hand she reached behind herself and unzipped the back of her dress. It slid from her shoulders and, transferring the camera between hands, she let it fall to the floor. She stood there in her bra as the pictured slowly zoomed out to reveal her full reflection, her lower half was completely naked, and I marveled at her clean shaven pussy. Again, with one hand she fumbled behind her back and deftly managed to unclip her bra. It swung free revealing a pair of firm breasts, her small pink nipples stiff and swollen. She switched the camera between hands again and let the bra drop on the floor.

"I'm going to get fucked Paul" Mandy Said.

I soon as she spoke the words I nearly came in my underpants

"Nathan is going to fuck me to within an inch of my life" she continued "be outside room 214 in about half an hour and I'll prove it to you, but don't dare disturb us"

At that the message ended

Room 214, I thought to myself, I'm in room 209!

Paul snatched his phone back and said "Now, can I please have my panties back"

"You mean your wife's panties" I replied jokingly, but by the look on Paul's face he was not amused "You promised" he said

I checked the time on my watch, it was half past midnight. I reckoned Mandy had been gone about three quarters of an hour, and it must be more than a half hour since she sent her message.

I retrieved Mandy's panties from my pocket and held them in my fist over the table. Paul put his hand underneath as if to catch them, but I didn't release them.

"You can have them back on one condition"

"What now" Paul hissed

"I get to come up with you"

"No" Paul retorted "Its private"

"Listen" I replied "It ceased to become private the minute you showed me that video" "Anyhow, room 214 is on the same floor as me"

"OK" Said Paul "But if I ask you to leave, you leave, OK?"

"Cool" I replied and dropped the panties on to the table.

Paul snatched them up and I followed him out the bar toward the lifts. By the time I caught Paul up he was frantically pressing all the call buttons, but the lifts were slow to respond. Losing patience Paul turned and headed for the stairs, I followed but he bounded up them three at a time. Cleary in a hurry I thought to myself and followed at my own pace.

We came out the stairs on the second floor with the door numbers reading high. The rooms were numbered even on the right, odd on the left I counted down, 239, 238, 237 and continued on, the corridor took a right turn, and we were now in the mid-twenties. Paul was way ahead at this point. Room 201, 219, 218... then Paul stopped. He checked the doors to the left and to the right then began walking back toward me?

As he reached me, he said, "214 isn't here!"

Sure enough, the rooms were numbered 216, 215 then 212?

"That's odd" I said "You're sure it was room 214?"

"Yes, I'm sure" said Paul, panic was beginning to show on his voice. Then a distant noise caught my attention, a distant moaning sound

"Shush" I said "Can you hear something?"

The sound seemed to be coming from behind a fire door. There was a sign on the door that read - to Suite 214.

I pointed to the sign and Paul rushed through the door. As soon as he opened it the sound was instantly recognizable. Somebody was getting fucked.

We both stood motionless outside room 214. Inside a woman's voice could be clearly heard

" Uh, Uh , Uh"

"Oh god that's so good, Oh god, yes"

"Fuck me Nathan, fuck me!"

My cock was beginning to grow hard in my pants

"That's it Nathan, Yes, Oh you're so good"

This was really turning me on, but at the same time I suddenly felt embarrassed. I was standing outside a hotel room with a perfect stranger whilst his wife was inside getting fucked by another man!

I looked at Paul, his face flushed.

"What happens now" I said

"I don't know" he replied "I guess I wait here until she's done"

"That could be a while"

"I have an idea" I said "give me your phone"

He looked at me with a puzzled expression, but dutifully handed me his phone

I dialed my own number, answered and then placed his phone at the foot of the door.

"Come with me" I said

Paul stopped to pick up his phone

"No, Leve it" I said "We will go to my room, and we can listen from there through my phone"

We headed back toward my room when Paul stopped and said "But what if Mandy calls me?"

Shit, I hadn't thought of that. I returned to the door, inside the sex noises continued, the moans seemed quieter somehow, like they were muffled by a pillow. I bet he's doing her from behind I thought.

I cancelled the call on my mobile, picked up Paul's and dialed my own number from his received calls list. I then placed my phone on the floor then set off at a jog toward my room. We entered swiftly, and I immediately switched the phone to speaker phone and placed it on the coffee table. Paul took one of the seats and I took the other.

As we listened, we could hear Mandy moaning. The moaning stopped and all was quiet for a minute or two, then the unmistakable sounds of gaging could be heard, she was sucking his cock. Nathan then said "I'm going to cum"

"No, not yet" we heard Mandy say "Lick my pussy again"

The slurping noises were immense, continuing on for at least five minutes. My cock was fit to burst, and I contemplated taking it out and having a wank, but couldn't, not with Paul in the room. Paul on the other hand just sat there, staring at the phone.

Then the moaning began again, clearly Nathan had mounted Mandy and was humping her with renewed vigor.

"Oh god, Oh God"

Then suddenly Mandy's tone changed, the pitch of her voice went up and she squeaked,

"OH, OH, that's my bum" "Oh, that's nice" Oh, Oh, yes, finger my bum hole"

The squeals continued until Mandy Said, "Put your cock in it" "Please Nathan, fuck my arse"

I looked at Paul, he was biting his finger nails and continued to stare at the phone

"I'm sorry mate" I said "I going to have to sort myself out"

He looked at me with a worried expression

"I'll go into the bathroom" I said "But I don't think I'll be in long"

"Its OK, he said" I'll go back and wait outside"

With that he stood up and left.

Inwardly I shrugged and turned my attention back to Mandy, she was now screaming loudly for Nathan to fuck her arse hard

"Fuck me you bastard" "Fuck me"

"Cum in by arse"

"Up my bum hole"

"Fuck me"

I could take no more, I unbuttoned my trousers and began frantically wanking my cock

I heard Nathan say "I'm going to cum"

Mandy instantly replied "On my face, Cum on my face"

I felt myself about to orgasm and stood wanking my cock as close to the phone as I could get. I heard Nathan grunt and Mandy squealed as I release my load and shot spunk all over the phone.... Paul's phone!

Oh shit, I lifted the phone and went into the bathroom to wipe the spunk off with some loo roll. I deliberately didn't hang up as I wanted to hear what happened next. I listened to the silence for few more minutes, then the call went dead. Paul must have hung up at his end. I cleaned myself up, put my trousers back on then went back out into the corridor. Paul remained outside 214, the dutiful cuckold. I walked up to him and handed him back his telephone. He took it and looked at it, then at me and frowned. He said nothing, just put it in his pocket then handed mine back to me. He stayed silent and I felt increasingly more awkward. The noises from inside the room had stopped.

"Sorry" I said "I'm going back in" The embarrassment I felt for him and for what I had witnessed was overwhelming Stupidly I said "thanks" before turning around and heading back in to my room

I stood just inside my doorway and left the door ajar so I could hear if thing started up again. After half an hour I gave up. It was close to three in the morning so decide I should just get to bed.

No sooner had I stripped for a shower when there as a light knock on the door. I peeped through the security viewer but saw no one, so I opened the door. Hanging on the outside door handle was a pair of ladies black panties.

I looked out down the corridor and to my shock I saw a woman, a stark naked woman walking along the corridor, her pert little bum swaying from side to side. Behind her was a man, small in stature in comparison, carrying a bundle of clothes. They stopped briefly outside the lift, as the lift door opened the woman stepped inside. The man turned back to look at me and smiled, just as a hand reached out, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside.

The next morning, I awoke late, the events of the previous evening fresh enough as to give me a healthy morning glory hard on. I picked up my phone to browse some suitable porn only to discover a number of picture messages had come in during the night. At first, I didn't recognize the number but when I opened the first one, I realized they were from Paul. They were of Mandy, her smiling face glistened with dried cum, there were close up's of her red and swollen pussy and one of her arse hole. A red, puffy arse hole.

I lay back down on my bed, took hold of my stiff cock, and wanked..