Hotel Anteros
Arrival
Penny, my wife of 25 years, had maintained a stunning figure. 48 years old now, 5 feet seven tall and size 12. Long, slender legs, and breasts that, depending on what she wore, still captivated guys’ attention. Me; Peter, 6 feet tall, former professional rugby player, at 49 still looking fit and firm. There we were, at reception in this hotel recommended by a guy in the office. Well, actually, you could only secure a reservation on recommendation. It was heavily priced at £300 a night, but there was, apparently, a scheme in place to obtain a 50% rebate depending on how “successful” we were at developing “connections” during our three-night stay.
It was like a manor house. No more than a dozen guests’ rooms we’d been told, and the reception area verging on cosy rather than spacious. The receptionist was a woman of about 60. Short, cropped hair and immaculately dressed in a navy suit and white blouse. Booked us in for room 12 and made a telephone call for a “Tom” to take our bags whilst we made our way upstairs to the room. What I did notice, not long after being at the reception desk was a sweet, almost sickly smell that very quickly had me feeling hazy. As we got into the lift I asked Penny whether she could smell anything and she said she could, and that it actually relaxed her. I wasn’t too certain as to whether I was going to throw up, and keen to get to the room. It was 5.30 already, and we’d been told that dinner was at 7.
The room was pleasantly spacious. Four-poster double-bed, giant tv on the wall facing it. A settee over by the wall, under the window. Coffee table accompanying it. Desk and chair in the corner. Ample wardrobe space, it was as good as we’d been told. The ensuite bathroom was with two hand basins, free standing bath, wc with bidet. I was hitting that bath pronto, but the smell was even stronger in the room. As it was though, like Penny, I was beginning to find it relaxing. In fact found myself breathing faster to actually absorb more. We’d been told that details for dinner are transmitted on the tv, so I put it on whilst Penny used the bathroom. She came out wearing just the hotel-supplied robe and I was about to ask her whether she’d started running a bath for me when a flash from the tv screen caught my attention. Then flickering. Fast. I noticed that penny had observed it too, and watching. A really weird experience it was for a few minutes, or so I thought, because when the next thing that caught my attention, the phone ringing, distracting me from the screen, I noticed on my watch that it was 6.20. Was it really about 40 minutes we’d been almost mesmerised by the flickering screen I thought, yet dismissed it as I listened to Penny saying on the phone “yes, I understand. I’ll be ready”. “Who was that?” I asked. “Reception. Tom’s bringing up our luggage. I’ll just get ready for him”. Ready for him, I thought a strange thing to say, but was sure I’d noticed her slide her left hand into her robe and massage her right breast for a few seconds. I was so relaxed, as well, that smell was still there, but like a sort of scent now. A really weird feeling, but so relaxing. A knock at the door and Penny said “I’ll get it”.
She came back into the bedroom, with a guy right behind carrying our two cases. Not that I’m racist, but couldn’t help but notice he was black, well-built, and had a couple of inches on me. “I’m Tom. I accommodate guests’ needs as required, at any time. Here is your luggage for now. I’ll just put it down here. Are you ready for service?” He went on “I have to say, ma’am, you are looking particularly inviting there as you are. Why not take the robe off and let me see what it is available here”. Without hesitation, Penny pulled the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Such a strange thing to say, and ask Penny to do I thought. Maybe this was something to do with making connections whilst here, wondering as I did what it could be that was necessary to secure that 50% refund. “Lovely breasts ma’am, lovely” he said as he approached and gently started kneading her left one with his right hand and entered her mouth with his tongue, which I saw that she willing accepted. A bit much I thought, this now. A 50% rebate sounded good, but this was too great a cost I was beginning to feel. Tom moved away from her mouth and said “If you could just climb onto the bed and on your knees, bending forward with your arse as high as you can get it please, ma’am”, and as she was doing this he said “Now sir, if you wouldn’t mind knelling down behind her and pull those lovely cheeks apart, then proceed to lick that arsehole, making it as wet as you can for me, that’ll be really good”. As I moved behind her and knelt down I began to think that maybe this Tom weren’t such a bad guy after all. If I understood where this was going correctly, he really was behaving in quite a considerate way towards Penny. As I licked away, letting my tongue probe that arsehole with as much saliva as I could, I could make out that Tom was removing his trousers and pants, or was he wearing underwear, I couldn’t actually tell. He came up beside me and said “Now sir, if you could just move to the side please, staying down there on your knees whilst I line this up there”, and that’s when I noticed the cock. The size of it, maybe 9 but certainly 8 inches long, and so thick. There it was, starting to point towards my Penny’s tight little arsehole. I’d only been there twice. She just didn’t like it. But he didn’t push it in. No, he turned to me and said “Now sir, if you’d take this in your mouth and suck and lick it like your wife does yours we’ll have it as moist as we can in no time for her”. I hesitated. I hadn’t ever had a cock in my mouth. No gay tendencies at all. But I suddenly became so keen to try. I took as much as I could straight away. It almost hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag a bit. I then moved backwards and forwards over it. Taking the shaft in my right hand as I did and mirrored the movement in tandem with my mouth. I took it out. Licked and licked, then back in. I was actually getting hard myself and for the first time realised I was naked! I had no recollection of undressing, but there I was, naked, on my knees, sucking this big black dick, and savouring every minute of it. I actually wanted him to come. I wanted to taste his cum, but as the want entered my mind he pushed my head away, turned and lined his manhood against Penny’s arsehole. “If you could pull your arse cheeks apart for me, please ma’am, it’ll make this just that little easier, and by all means do tell me how much you want this”. As she put her hands on her cheeks and pulled she screamed “God, yes, fuck my arse. Please fuck my arse”
I just knelt there. Watching this big black cock sliding in and almost out of my wife’s arse. Tom had told me I’d love watching it, and I did. And he said I could play with myself, but not to come, so as I watched I stroked myself to the point of coming, then slowed down. Not in my wildest imagination did I ever expect to take so much pleasure from such I sight, but I was, and then he came. The tell-tale grunt as he shuddered and deposited in her arse. And then slowing withdrew his still semi-hard cock. “If you wouldn’t mind cleaning this with your mouth, sir” he said, “and when you’ve finished if you’d just get back down behind your wife and pull her cheeks apart you’ll love the taste of my cum as she pushes it out”. I took his cock eagerly in my mouth, cleaning it with my tongue, gently sucking, tasting his cum and her arse juice combined. Yes, I loved it. And when I’d finished, there I was down behind Penny again with her cheeks apart and my mouth open over her arsehole. “Now, ma’am, if you can push that cum out, your husband he will clean it all up for you”. “Here it is honey” she said, as she strained, farting this cum out of her arse into my mouth. It tasted like nectar. I couldn’t get enough before it seemed to stop.
“It’s almost 7″ Tom pointed out. “If you quickly get ready I’ll let the dining room staff know you’ll be a little late. Don’t bother to shower, it’ll save time.”
We were leaving the room by 7.10. I’d brought a dinner suit with me which I found still fitted. Penny looked stunning in just a pair of stay-up stockings, and high heels. Oh, and a clutch bag. I knew the guys down there wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off her, and I was certain we’d be making some worthwhile connections before the evening was over.
Dinner for two, or four, or more
As penny and I reached the dining room entrance we were met by a short balding man of about sixty. Charles he said his name was, dressed in a smart suit with bright red bow tie. “This way” he said, and led us to a table where a couple were already seated. The man, about my age, dressed in a dinner suit as I was, and his blonde wife of a little younger years I guessed, dressed in a sort of, well difficult to describe, a sort of basque I think you call it. Red in colour, with her tits hanging over the top like a couple of lemons. I caught a glimpse of matching stockings as I sat down. No panties, so I could see that she was a natural blonde. As we sat down Charles said “Are you ready for service” and I immediately felt as relaxed as I had done when Tom had arrived with our luggage. Penny looked as though she was too. “Now can I get you both a drink, the house special is highly recommended?” “Yes please”, Penny and I both replied, almost together. Charles then, unusually I thought, unzipped his flies and pulled out his cock, picked up the glass in front of Penny and proceeded to piss in it, half filling it before handing it to her with an “If madam would care to taste test”, before she then took a sizeable mouthful from it, swallowed and said “Yes, that will be fine, thank you”. My glass was filled in the same way and when I took my first sip I thought it a little bitter, but did eventually stick with it to the end. “Thank you Charles” I added before he made to move off, but before he did he said “Madeline will be over soon to serve your starter, so if you wouldn’t mind madam” he directed towards Penny “If you’d just finger yourself until she arrives it will make that so much easier, “And sir” he added, looking towards me “If you’d take your cock out and masturbate without coming before she gets here that will work out just fine as well”. Seemed an ideal suggestion to me, and as I undid my fly I could hear the characteristic noise of Penny finger-fucking herself, beginning to breath heavier as she did. As I began to stroke my cock I was wondering exactly what the starter was going to be.
Didn’t seem that we were waiting long before a woman arrived at the table, announced herself as Madeline and said “I’ll be taking care of this table this evening, are you ready for service?” “Yes”, all of us seemed to say at once. “And your name, sir?” She asked the other guy sitting at the table. “Paul” he replied, “and this is my wife, Pam”. “Well, sir”, she continued, “If you could push yourself back from the table a little, and pull your cock out, we’ll have your starter there very soon. If you could begin getting it nice and hard, all the easier it will be”. With that she turned to Penny and said “I’d imagine all that fingering down there has got you nice and wet, ma’am?”, “Oh God, yes”, said Penny. “If you’d like to then, ma’am, why don’t you get yourself up and go and slide yourself down on the gentleman’s hard cock over there?” “Yes, I would like that. So much”, Penny replied, and with that, she got up, went round the table and sat astride this Paul, facing the table, where she then took hold of his rock hard cock and guided it into her dripping hole as she lowered herself down. Then gently moving slightly up, then back down. Up and down. Slowly, and oh so fucking horny I thought. She’s always sexy, and sensual and watching her at work here had me horny as well. “Sir”, I heard Madeline say and saw she was addressing me. “If you can make your way to room 13 on the third floor, the general manager is looking to serve your starter there”. “Oh” I said, “but what about Penny here?”, “Don’t worry about madam here, sir, she’ll be full up very soon”. So, a little bit reluctantly I got up and moved away from the table making my way out to find room 13. As I looked back I saw penny quickening her pace. She had a breast in each hand, pulling at the nipples. And I could just make out as I was leaving the dining room the sort of moan she made as she came.
I found room 13 easily. Knocked on the door to have it answered by a young black guy, I’d say about 25 years of age, and about as tall as me. “This way, please sir” he directed me, and I moved along a short corridor into a lounge area where a silver-haired man aged about 65 I’d guess got up from a settee and extended his right hand for me to shake. “Good evening”, I’m Mr Masters, the General Manager. Are you ready for service?” “Yes” I said as he gripped my hand to shake. “Good. Very good.” He said. “We’re just waiting for a couple of other guests to get here, and we’ll begin. Would you care for a drink?” “Yes” I replied. “Anton, if you could arrange please” he said turning to the black guy who’d let me in. “Take a seat” Masters said to me, and beckoned towards the settee he’d arisen from. As I sat down, this Anton was already close by with a glass in his hand. An empty glass. He then unzipped his trouser flies and pulled out a cock I’d swear was even bigger than Tom’s had been earlier than evening. As he proceeded to piss in the glass I couldn’t help but be drawn to the precise source of the yellow liquid being sprayed into the glass. The eye of this cock was almost mesmerising. As he finished filling the glass and was pulling it away I had this overwhelming urge to just take it in my mouth. But the knock at the door brought me to my senses, and I saw Masters move towards it. I could just make out a voice that seemed to say “Is he here? Is he conditioned?” “Yes, and of course” I could make out coming from Masters.
As Masters walked back into the room I saw following behind him two much older gentleman, one using a walking stick. “This is Peter, gentleman”, Masters said. “Ready when you are.” “I want the arse first” the gent with the walking stick said. “No”, said the other “It’s my turn. He’ll taste his arse from my cock this time”.
“Peter” I heard Masters say as I was trying to make out what these guys were discussing, as I was a little confused. “Yes”, I said. “If you’d get yourself out of that nice suit, there’s a hanger on the other side of that bedroom door there. And then remove the rest a put it on the chair over there”. I thought this a strange request since I’d put it on for dinner, and thought that’s what we were having. I did it anyway. It just seemed the right thing to do. As I’d finished putting the remainder of my clothes on the chair I turned and saw the two older guys had undressed, standing near where they had been, wearing just their underpants and socks. “You haven’t finished your drink, Peter”, Masters said. “Get it down you and into the middle of the room”. Down I put it, as he’d said. Tasted much the same as we’d had at the dinner table, but I didn’t care for the vintage.
So there I am, in the middle of this room. Naked. Wondering when we were getting round to dinner. “Turn round and away from us”, Masters said. “Bend forward and pull your arse cheeks apart”. I can’t say why, but I just did it. I was feeling hungry now and just wanted to get this thing, whatever it was, done and dusted.
Wow, I thought, as something was pushed into my arsehole. “Just a finger, Peter. Just a finger. You like it don’t you?” I guess he was right, and the more I thought about it moving in and out of my arsehole the more aroused I seemed to feel. “Two fingers now, Peter” I heard as I felt my arse tightening round something thicker. “Make them nice and wet for me” Masters said as I could no longer feel the intrusion into my arse, instead the tips of two fingers at my lips. I took them in. Licked and sucked and produced more saliva as I did, then they were gone. Once more I could feel something pushing at my arsehole muscles and entering a little easier than last time. “You like it Peter, don’t you” I heard Masters say, and I really did. “Tell us how much you like it, love it”. “I love it” I said. “What do you love, Peter?” I love my arse being fingered” I said. “You’d prefer cock there though, Peter, wouldn’t you?” I wasn’t sure, but I said yes anyway, just in case he stopped fingering my arse if I said no. “OK, enough for the moment. Get down on all fours” he said. As disappointed as I was I just knew that this experience was going to get better. “Now crawl over to that cock waiting for you on the settee now Peter”. As I did I could see that it was one of the elder guys who’d come in. No longer wearing underwear, but still those socks caught my eye. As I got there I saw that it wasn’t as big nor as hard as Tom’s had been earlier, but had a good idea now of how to work at it to get it there as much as it could. “Take it in your mouth, Peter, and please it like you did Tom’s earlier. And Peter, you’re really going to love doing it”. Take it in I did. Not so eagerly as before, so no gagging, but I got my tongue and lips to work as soon as it was in. No hands. They were steadying me on the floor. Working at this pole with just my mouth and tongue was really turning me on. So much so I could feel myself hardening. Then wow, something just a little thicker than those two fingers was pushing into my arse. I guess it was lucky I didn’t bite down on what was in my mouth, but I didn’t, and what was surely the other older guy’s cock was slowly pushing passed my sphincter muscle before starting a gentle slide in and almost out of my arse. I lost track of time as I worked hard to pleasure the cock in my mouth, and only as I tasted what must have been precum did I notice that I was pulling at my own cock. Then pure ecstasy as I felt a spurt hitting the back of my throat at the same time I felt the cock in my arse spasm. I continued to suck and lick until I heard “Enough there, Peter. Turn around now and clean up the cock that’s cum in your arse”. Slowing I turned around to face it. “What is it you’d like to do, Peter” “I’d like to clean my arse and the cum off that lovely cock. Please”. “There you are then” I heard as the cock was brought to my lips for me to take it in and lick and suck as I’d begun becoming accustomed to. When finally withdrawn from my mouth I felt such disappointment, but certain other opportunities might arise this weekend as I sought to make as many connections as I could. “Peter, listen carefully now. Go straight to your room. Shower and get to bed. Penny won’t be there this evening. You’ll join her at the breakfast table and look forward to another day here at Hotel Anteros.”
Breakfast
“Tea or coffee, darling”. “Sorry, what?” I said. “Do you want tea or coffee with breakfast?” It was Penny, sitting across from me at the table. I looked around. The hotel dining room. “I’m sorry” I said, “I’m just a bit confused. Don’t quite know where I am”. “Yes, you’ve been a bit quiet since you walked in. So what is it?” “What’s what?” I said. “Tea or coffee. Come on, Madeline here is waiting”. “Tea. I’ll have tea thank you”. “Tea it is then sir” Madeline confirmed before walking away. “Christ, Pen. I don’t know where I’m at, or what I’m doing, and I’ve got this awful taste in my mouth”. “I felt a bit strange too” she said “But much better now”.
Breakfast was traditional, and when finished, Penny and I returned to the room. I don’t think we were there more than a minute or so when the phone rang. Penny answered. “Yes I am” I heard her say, then “darling, it’s for you”. “Who is it?” I said as I took the phone from her. “Hello” I said. “Are you ready for service” was the last thing I remembered before realising I was in some sort of meeting room. A couple of long settees facing each other, with coffee table between them. A table and chairs. Drinks cabinet. TV on the wall. This was an amply furnished room and tastefully decorated. There were two other couples there. One seated at the table. The other standing nearby. Took a second or two to realise that the two standing weren’t actually wearing any clothes. I put them at around 40 years old each, and both very fit. Him dark-haired, her blonde. I preferred brunette like Penny any day. Just like me and Pen I guess, and we weren’t wearing clothes either. It was well warm though, and probably the right decision not to have put anything on. The two at the table though were in robes, and I put them at about sixty, maybe him even older. She was grey-haired and had a worn face showing more lines than it should. The door opened, and in walked the man Masters.
“Good morning everyone. Now pay attention and find out exactly what service you’ll be providing here for the next half hour or so”. He turned to the couple at the table, “Mrs White, what’s your pleasure today?” “The blonde. I want her licking my arse, and then I’m going to piss in her mouth. I want that one then” pointing to me she was, “to fuck her in the arse whilst she’s licking and sucking my clit”. “Sounds fine to me” Masters said. “Very pleasurable I’ve no doubt it will be. Now Christine” he said as he looked towards the blonde. “Mrs White here will instruct you exactly how to service her, ok?”, “Yes, ok” the blonde answered. “And you, Peter, you too listen carefully to what Mrs White says, ok?” “Yes, ok” I replied. I wasn’t quite sure at what point I was going to get involved, but this Mrs White did seem quite certain of what she was looking for.
“Mr White. What is it for you today? “The brunette...” that was Penny. I was keen to learn what she was going to get up to. “.....I want her on her knees in front of me, sucking me off, and fingering my arse. The guy....” that’ll be the blonde’s partner I guessed, obviously. “I want him to position himself up on the settee when I’ve sat over there, and I’m going to suck his dick. He mustn’t cum though. I want him to jerk off over the brunette’s face when I say so as I’ll be doing it at the same time”. The thought of Pen with all that cum dripping down her face, it was actually turning me on. “Oh, and I want him there” pointing to me he was “to come over and lick it all off her face. That all right with you sweetness” he said as he looked across to Mrs White. “Of course precious” she responded, then added “say, why don’t we get him shooting over her face as well, before he then licks it all off”. “Madness sweetness. Just madness. But go on, let’s have it”.
It all seemed to go like clockwork. The blonde had a good old lick of Mrs White’s arse, then seemed to come as the piss was pouring down her throat. I had already got myself hard when the instruction came, and I pushed easily into the blonde’s arse. Definitely well used to it I thought. Thrusting away I was, as she in turn was sucking and licking Mrs W’s clit. I hadn’t taken much notice of what Penny was up to but when the order came I pulled out of the blonde, swiftly moved over to where Pen was sitting on the floor, legs tucked under her and with what looked like a pint of thick white cum on her face. That’s what it was of course. From her forehead, to her chin, and dripping down to her breasts. I heard “Don’t open your mouth luv, not yet. On her face now. Go on, shoot that load”. And I did. Jerking as fast as I could I directed my load towards areas on Pen’s face that still hadn’t received any, and there weren’t much of that. As the last spurts left my cock I felt the sort of release you enjoy when you’re in total control of the coming. “Now lick it all off” I heard. “Swallow as well, until the last mouthful”. I knelt down. Rested my hands on pens shoulders, and licked. And swallowed, and licked. I didn’t take much notice of the taste, I just had the urge to clean Pen’s face. I then had the last mouthful in place and heard “Now spit it in her mouth. Go on. And kiss her. With tongues”. As her mouth opened I lent into position to open mine and let the contents fall into her mouth. I then kissed her. Passionately. Our tongues met. I hadn’t forgotten how much I loved her.
“Great service people. Great service” Masters announced. It made me sort of proud that it had been so well received. “Now listen carefully. You’ll all retire to your rooms now. Shower together and get to bed. The phone will ring about an hour later. Listen to the instructions and I’ll see you again soon after that”.
Departure
“Don’t answer it Pen”. I must have been dreaming. Awoken by the phone ringing. I said again, “Don’t answer it”. “Why?” she said. “Something’s wrong” I replied. “I’ve had this most vivid dream. It seemed so real”. What about?” she asked. “I can’t say. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say. We’ve got to get out of here”. “Why” she asked again. “Just do it” I commanded. “Get dressed and pack” I added. We were out the room in less than ten minutes. The phone had wrung three times more before we’d left. There was an exit at the back of the building we took to avoid the front lobby. We found the car where we’d left it thank God. I couldn’t remember whether the entrance was security gated, panicking oh so slightly as I drove down the tree-lined drive towards it. It wasn’t. Thank you again dear Lord. Onto the road we were and within two minutes on the major trunk road home. “I’ve got to ask Gordon what that place is about” I said. “Gordon?” she replied inquisitively. “Yes, Gordon, the guy in the office who recommended it. Or us. I think we were recommended. I just don’t know. Look, once we’re home, just don’t answer the phone. The landline, or mobile, until I have, ok?” “Ok luv, but I don’t understand why you’re behaving like you are”. “Don’t you feel it?” I asked. “Feel what?” she said. “That place. Do you remember anything we did whilst we were there? What do you remember doing, eating even?” “Come to think of it, no I don’t” she confirmed. “Wait until I speak to Gordon” I told her”. “Maybe he’ll have an answer”.
We were only about an hour away from the hotel when my mobile phone went off. I ignored it. Then Penny’s a few moments later. Neither she nor I recognised the number calling. We were about ten minutes from home when my mobile went again. It was Gordon. I hadn’t thought to connect the hands-free and so immediately pulled over to the side of the road to answer it. “Gordon, what the fuck is that place you sent me to?” I screamed into the phone. “Relax, Peter, relax, Masters here from the Hotel. Such a pity you left before we had time to discuss your discount. I was wondering though, are you ready for service……”.