5 comments/ 41028 views/ 4 favorites Make It Real Ch. 01 By: ShowTime8 It was typical fun for me post a couple of stories on Literotica until I got this message from L that she liked my story on flashing. She emailed me that it made her want to tease. Maybe she was more refined than me. I hoped she wanted to fuck, you know, to go through with it. Especially when she described her fit, 27 year old body, and how she did like to fool around and to make her husband hot by flashing other guys in public. She seemed keen on the oral sex and other foreplay. But I suppose our age difference made her pause. She wrote that I could watch a little show. So I wrote another story and posted it to Literotica. And that was enough to put her over the edge. L agreed to meet me in Philadelphia. I called her L because I met her through Literotica. She thanked me for not using her name. I don't know her real name. She was equally adept at the fiction. L took the train to Philadelphia on Friday arriving around 4:30. It was quite a leap of faith on her part, considering we had not met and I had not told her what hotel yet. My only reassurance to her was that it would be a large party where she could choose randomly what guys to hit on and she could flirt or flash as much or as little as she wanted. I had taken off half a day myself and drove to Philadelphia ahead of her. I checked into a hotel near the convention center and texted her to meet me downstairs in the bar before I'd give her my room number. I wanted to be sure L was a woman matching the description, not some 60 year with a neck brace, or three guys from the Ukraine trying to scam me for wire transfers or to mug me in the elevator. I chose Philadelphia because it was an easy trip for L and there was a doctor's convention on the weekend. Specifically it was the ASN Kidney Week, the world's premier nephrology meeting. I didn't know what it was except if it had to do with internal organs then it must attract some smart, rich doctors. It seemed to be about the right size convention where we could get lost and people would not remember whose name badge we wore. I thought it would pique her excitement to crash the scene and assume fake identities. L met me in the hotel bar after some texting. I was surprised to see that she looked like the photos because I was ready for a let-down. Other people in the bar, both men and women, were surprised to see L, too. That's because L is stunning, and makes the crowd stop to stare. She has beautiful 36dd's and she wore a classy cocktail dress with a low neckline to show off her cleavage. L is convinced that her tits are her best asset, but those hips and ice blue eyes would get any man with a heartbeat to stand at attention. Her calves firmed up with an elegant taper to slender ankles as she walked in her high heels. The black dress with its sequins or sparkling pieces around the neckline was a perfect contrast to her sandy blonde hair. If that hair wasn't natural then she did a first class job because her eyebrows were a nice light match and her fair skin made it all very believable. She was wearing a nice rock on her finger so I surprised her by pulling out a gold band and slipping it on my finger. "There," I said. "Now we can pretend we're married." After we sat through one round of drinks and pleasantries, L relaxed that I wouldn't pull out my schlong to attack her, regardless of my urges. I tried to test her openness, under the guise of the logistics of bringing her things up to my room, but she cut that off rather abruptly. "Don't get your hopes up and get yourself all bothered," L told me. "I'm very committed to my husband. I'll tease a few of the guys here at the conference, but you won't be that lucky. I promised him, 'No sexual contact with you.' You'll have to settle for watching me tease the other guys. I'm not even going to tease you." "You're already teasing me," I pointed out. "You mean like this?" she asked, and pushed up under her tits with both hands, then put her index finger into the front center of her dress to pull the neckline down where I could get a view straight into her cleavage. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, but I didn't get a peek at her nipples. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean," I replied. "Then I bet you wish you could see under the table," she went on. I felt her stocking foot free of the high heel rub up the side of my leg. "Now don't try to drop anything on the floor to see whether I'm wearing any panties. You'll just have to judge by the expressions from those guys behind you as they look at my open legs." I turned to look at the bar behind me. One older guy in a suit made no pretense as he stared directly under the table at her legs. A slightly younger guy tried to be less obvious, looking and then turning back to his drink, and then looking again. It didn't answer the question about panties because they would have stared at her legs or panties or whatever L was showing. I told her, "I have the feeling that you'll show me later." "It's good to have the feeling." She squinted her eyes with a sexy kiss to me. "Fun, isn't it? But you know I don't flash my pussy. If they saw my shaved cootie, they might fall off of the barstools. We don't want to cause any injuries. Actually I don't have my legs spread at all. Those guys are watching me play footsies and wondering what you'll be getting tonight. Does that make you proud? Does that make you feel special?" "You know what would make me feel special," I answered. "No, what?" she asked, in a little higher pitched tone of an innocent teenager. I was admiring those flowing, blonde curls and sharp, blue eyes and those precious sweet lips. "Yeah, you know," I told her. "Anyway, we should go over to the reception before it ends. What do you say we pop upstairs and drop off that little day bag of yours to the room?" "Un, unhhh," she said. "I don't know you well enough for that. You can take it up on your own, though. I don't have anything so valuable worth stealing. Don't, like, sit around putting my thong on your face or anything perverted, because if you take too long then these guys around here are likely to move in on your girl." "Yeah, I get it." I accepted her day bag and made the trek. That's when I realized the disadvantage of getting a penthouse room with a view, being so far away. Although I knew that would be a nice draw if L wanted to lure a suitor upstairs. In the elevator I had nothing to do so I opened her day bag and saw a couple of thong panties, a teddie, toothbrush, some condoms. That kept my interest. I moved a little faster to the hotel room and threw the bag in on a table. By the time I returned to the hotel bar, two guys had joined L at the table. They were both about her age, dressed in suit coats but without ties. L was leaning on the guy to her left and raising her glass to take sips in between whispering to him and tickling his ear with a finger. He had his hand on her thigh stroking ever so slowly and trying to move it up underneath her skirt. The other guy was laughing along and appeared happy to wait his turn. When I arrived, I said, "It didn't take you long to meet some new friends." L kept laughing with her boy and said to him, "Here's my husband. That means it's time to go. I suppose it's a good thing that he saved me from doing something I might regret later. I was starting to lose my head." L started to get up and the guys didn't stop her. The boy who was fondling her leg stepped back to let her pass by him. L told him, "Thanks for the drink. I enjoyed that." On the way over to the reception I asked L if she was having fun. "I am," she confessed. "I always like to tease and show off, but it never got me this excited before. Honestly I think that my husband got off on it more than me. Tonight I'm feeling sexually charged." "I set up for this reception to pick on the doctors. I think that is more reliable than hitting on strangers in a bar." "Sorry," she said. She didn't seem sorry. But she pulled a business card out from between her tits. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to throw away the card he gave me." As we walked past a trash can, L veered over and tossed it in. "There, does that make you feel better? Now I can't call him. He'll sit there all weekend waiting for my call." "Don't forget our agreements," I reminded her. "If you bring anyone else back to my room then I'll be there to watch. And you'll also have to make good to return the favor." "Yes, I won't forget," she smiled. Even though she was taunting me, and acting like she was all pissed off or abusive, she really was warm in her smile. She reached over and put her arm through mine as we walked. I think she was kind of testing and warming up for different attitudes she might take to act in front of these doctors. "At this reception," I went on, "I already registered for a badge but I'll have to see if there's a woman's badge sitting there. Then I'll text you from the inside to come ask for it. We're a little bit late, so I hope all the badges aren't gone." "How did you register?" she was more curious about this. "Are you a doctor?" "No, I wouldn't pay for a whole conference any way. I found out some of the doctors going, then emailed around under the pretense that I wanted to meet them here to discuss new drugs, until I found one that isn't going to arrive until Saturday morning. Charles Ward is the name. Try to remember that your husband for the evening is Charles Ward. That little game would be touchy if I started soliciting a bunch of women. Sorry about that, we'll just have to ad lib." "OK," she said, "I'll do my best. Are you going to hang out with me or leave me to roam through the party and watch from a distance?" "I'll follow your lead and adjust to your body language. Maybe you can give me a signal if you want me to come over. Flip your hair back or play with the back of your head." "OK, I'll try to remember. I may do that by accident, though." As we approached the reception, I asked L to wait in the foyer leading in while I scoped the badges. It was better than I thought. The receptionist had left the remaining badges on the table for people to pick up and join the party. I found the badge for Charles Ward. There was badge for a woman named Janice but I didn't think that sounded lively enough. I found another badge for Valerie Pennington and took that one. I walked back to L with the badge since the entry was clear. "Here," I told her, "you are Valerie. I hope you don't meet anyone who knows Valerie. Seems like everyone's inside and you'll have some catching up to do. They probably don't drink much if they work on people's kidneys." "People are people," L shrugged. "I doubt that makes a difference." She was right about that. The reception was like any other, except that it was mostly guys. L stuck out to anyone she passed in the room. Fortunately, because of the height difference, only the guys next to her noticed. L was like a magnet and guys started drifting after her as she walked into the room. I hung back and let her go on her own. She settled in a pocket of about five guys who were too serious about their work, but L was loosening them up all the same. I checked out the chicken skewers and cheese spread and listened in on some conversations to pick up the lingo. Five minutes later I saw a woman enter the room with a handwritten name tag. I made my way over there and saw Valerie. Valerie looked very introverted with her conservative slacks and eyeglasses, so maybe she didn't know many people, but I thought it could get interesting. L was at the far end of the room talking to only one guy now, in front of the wall. He was about 25 years old and very tall, much too good looking and young to be a doctor. L was standing very close and stroking the lapel of his jacket between her fingers. I could tell by the way she rocked forward and brushed her hips against him that she was trying to get more intimate. He wasn't flashing any red lights. He let his hand drop to her elbow and then to the side of her hip, not really pulling in her body but encouraging her. She turned more directly in to face him and her knee bent forward and edged in between his legs. She shook her hair back and let her hand clear it off her shoulder. That wasn't a definitive signal but close enough that I took the excuse to approach them. The guy saw me coming and looked up but L didn't break her concentration until I came up right next to them. "Oh. Hi, Charles," she said in a rather bored, almost irritated monotone. Then she suddenly perked up with bright eyes and a little bounce on her toes. "You'll never believe all the awards that Dr. Hart here has won." She let her hands fall to the buttons of his suit jacket and pulled them to her belly. She was speaking to me, "Isn't he incredibly young, to be so successful? Maybe I'll let you talk to him, too, you know, to see if any networking might help your career some." I smirked just a bit, as if it hurt, and said, "Well, it probably can't help me much, but always good to meet new people." "You are a very lucky man," Dr. Hart told me, "to be married to such a fine woman." Dr. Hart pointed a finger at my shoulder. He was adept at finding the right tone of condescension, to affirm his self-importance, but without being so obnoxious that it might irritate L or make him look stupid. I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring also, and I was fantasizing at the possibilities. "Yes," I agreed with Dr. Hart. Jack Hart. "Yes, Jack," I repeated, "I'm a very lucky man. She lets me know that every day." "That's our little deal," L explained to Jack. "I keep Charles happy, but he has to make sure I'm happy, too. If I need a little playtime, then Jack gives me space to breathe." L fanned her hand in front of her face as if she were hot, and as if she had to wave me away at the same time. Jack was thinking about it. "Yes, don't forget our promises," I said to L in a quiet voice, "if you're thinking about coming back upstairs." L giggled. She wrapped one hand inside Jack's suit coat to the back of his pants and pulled herself around to stand next to him. Then she talked toward me as if explaining to Jack about some exhibit in front of her. "I left out a few details," L announced to Jack. "If you want to come up to the penthouse, to see that beautiful view I was talking about, then Charles will probably be there. He does pay for the room, so I guess it's only fair that he gets a view, too." Then L giggled again and turned in close to Jack where he could hear her whisper as she lifted her face up towards him. "If he makes you uneasy, then maybe we can stop by your room instead. I'm sure it's a fabulous view there, too." Jack smiled, but he rolled his eyes slightly. "That could be a problem," he admitted. "My hotel is a long ways." "I wouldn't mind a walk. It's brisk, but not cold," L said. "There are a number of reasons we might scratch that," Jack insisted. He took a swig from his drink. "Well then," L concluded. "Come see the view in our suite and we can pretend Charles isn't even there. Let him watch. Or even more, we can make him watch if that's what he wants." I saw that L was letting her arm inch lower behind Jack's pants although I could only guess what she was doing with her hand. Jack said lightly, as if he wasn't sure if he should object, "uhhhh..." Was the objection to the scenario that L explained to him, or to her hand play? But with his back against the wall, it would be hard for anyone else to notice. L turned her face back to me and said, "Charles, why don't you be a dear and fetch me a drink. My mouth is a little dry and I've been empty handed watching Jack indulge." "OK, that's fine," I answered. "By the way, I bumped into another Valerie on the other side, if you want to meet up and pretend you are sisters. She had short brown hair and glasses. You'd have to work on the story. If both of you flip your hair at the same time it might be freaky, though." "Right," L said, but obviously turning that over in her mind. I think she understood about the real Valerie nearby, but not about using her hair to signal me when to return. I went off to fetch a drink for her. L was back at it, laughing with Jack and speaking closely into his ear. He accepted the intimacy of her embrace, and was smiling and nodding enough, but I'm guessing that he was debating how all this was going down by the amount he was talking. I made my way to the cash bar and bought her a Scotch and Soda. But then I hung back with it, waiting for a hair flip, and listening to the innocuous conversations of the doctors. There was a lot of chatter about the pharmaceutical companies, insurance papers and football tickets. There was nothing juicy about nurses or patients. I was eating cheese cubes when L looked around and saw me at the center food display. She seemed surprised that I had not returned with her drink. I was thinking, "Try flipping your hair, you dingbat." As I was walking back over to them, L deliberately clutched Jack's glass and took a couple sips. Then Jack took it back and turned it so he could sip from the same spot. "Oh, I brought your drink," I informed her upon my arrival. "Never mind," L said, in a demeaning voice. "Jack was a gentleman. He wasn't going to leave me high and dry. Why don't we meet out front? I'm going to refresh in the powder room." She left the logistics unexplained and took off for the bathroom. I supposed she meant that the three of us should regroup at the entry, and Jack started to drift that way with me. I set the Scotch down on a dirty plate tray on our way out. Jack spent the time with a reassuring tone to me. "You've got a very special lady there," he said. "I'm sure you both love each other. I want you to know that I'm going to treat her like the classy woman that she is." "I'm glad," I said. "I'll do exactly what she wants. I won't try to force anything on her. I'll make sure she's happy," he said. "I hope she is," I said. If Jack was trying to test how far I'd let him go, I wasn't giving any clues. That was up to L. L came out to us, smoothed down the sides of her skirt, brushed her hair back and announced, "OK!" She turned and led the three of us back to the hotel. The two of them were rather quiet and hands off on our way back, maybe because of my presence or maybe because of other doctors walking the same direction. By the time we reached the elevator I was leading the way. Several other doctors were on the elevator, and I removed my name badge as did both L and Jack. L tied up her hair with an elastic band. It always surprised me how women could hide these things until they wanted them. Jack said to her, "You should leave your hair down. It's so beautiful." He became bolder with only two doctors to exit on the lower floors. "I wanted to give my neck a little air," L explained. When the other doctors got off, then Jack said, "You do have a nice neck. Very thin." He stepped over to her and massaged the back of her neck. "Umm," she purred. The elevator bell interrupted them. I led them down the hall and opened the door. L tried to acclimate herself quickly to the layout, to pretend that she was familiar with the room. She saw her day bag lying on the table and picked it up as she walked through to the bedroom, then tossed the bag on the bed when she saw the large picture window. "Come see this view," L called back to Jack. L pulled open the drapes farther. Jack walked up behind her as she looked down over the city lights. He was focused to her but played along, saying, "That is breathtaking." Jack put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down and kissed softly on the back of her neck. L shivered. "Oh, that's not fair." I turned off the lights, leaving the city lights to illuminate the room. No one would see them from the outside unless they were deliberately spying. Jack drew his fingers in to her neck and continued kissing softly, which she may have wanted to stop but did not. As he distracted her with the kisses, he lifted her dress away from her skin and pulled the zipper down, silently. Jack was well practiced. I'm sure his height and looks had attracted a good share of girls. Make It Real Ch. 01 Jack kissed more firmly on L's neck, put one hand there at the crux of her shoulder, and slid the other in front to her belly. L protested but didn't block him. She said, "I told you we can flirt a bit but don't take liberties. I'm happily married." "Shhhh," Jack whispered. He sucked on her neck. He raised the hand in front, right under her breasts, pulling her torso back into him. She probably felt his hard-on. I moved over to the side and sat in the armchair for now. L put one hand up on the glass and leaned her head to the side, letting Jack kiss her neck and the side of her face. He raised the hand and cupped her breast. L shook her shoulders, as if that was going to stop his paws. She said, "Jack, Jack, that's enough." Jack was not dissuaded. If L thought that my presence would make Jack back off, the effect was just the opposite. Jack took my inaction as permission for whatever would take place. While Jack held his hand on her breast, he used his other hand to push the dress off her shoulder and expose her nipple. Jack had the nipple between his fingers and L gasped at the sensations before she could realize what happened. She made a very half-hearted effort to raise her dress back up, then gave up and dropped both her arms. Jack pulled her dress down in front and grabbed both nipples in his fingers. He chewed lightly on her ear and teased her nipples. L was already gone. After a couple minutes of tit massage, Jack let one hand roam down between her legs. He pressed against her groin through the fabric then scrambled to find the hem as quickly as possible. She sort of pushed down on the dress and shook her head, but nothing more than playacting. When Jack's fingers found her underwear, and started to rub over her clit, then L let her legs spread further apart. If she really wanted to stop it then she would have clamped her legs shut. But L was past the point of no return. Jack teased her clit and dry humped her from behind. He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her little white panties and groped until he could get fingers inside her. She went limp as a ragdoll and let him play with her body how he willed. Jack was trying to drive his fingers deep inside of L and lift her body to put a lot of pressure and friction on her lips and clitoris. L was breathing heavily together with his strokes. Jack took a break from chewing on her ear and said gruffly, "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you now." "I can't do that," L protested again. "I've never actually had sex with anyone besides my husband." She opened her eyes this time, as though that woke her up. When I had first exchanged email with L, I would have believed that might be true. But seeing how easily L let this stranger violate her naked body, I doubted she was as innocent as she pretended. I don't think Jack believed it either. "Come on," Jack said, continuing to finger fuck her, and tweak her nipple, and occasionally nibble her ear. "Your body is begging me for it. And you know you're thinking about it. So what's the difference? You're already fucking me in your mind." L was listening to him, or just letting him continue to build her toward an orgasm. She certainly wasn't stopping him. "I want to fuck you," Jack repeated. He took the hand from her tit and tried to unbuckle his belt. L took this change of position to follow the hand and turn to face him. "Let me do something else for you," L said. She dropped to her knees before him and went to unbuckle his belt with her two hands. L seemed to delight in the feel of the leather between her fingers, or in anticipation, because of the deliberate movements in pulling the strap away from the buckle and then holding it for leverage as she unzipped his fly. If she had meant to act hesitant or pressured then she wasn't convincing. After she unzipped his fly she used both hands to undo the top hook and pull his pants down. She leaned in and pressed her nose against the bulge in his underwear. She rubbed her cheek against the meat of his penis and breathed deeply. She kissed it. She mouthed it. She ran her fingernails up the length through the cotton and followed with her lips, until his dick was completely stiff. She pulled the elastic of his underwear away from his body and held it like that to take the tip of his penis into her mouth. She kissed it, licked under the tip, and rolled her lips around the head and crown. Jack clearly wanted more but withstood the wait while she teased the head of his dick. Very deliberately she let her lips drift lower and lower down the shaft and tongued the underside of his dick. Each time she would take more of his cock in her mouth, she would use the tip of her tongue to tickle back up to the top of the head. Then she would plunge back down on his slick dick until she reached her previous point and she'd work a little farther. Finally when she had him all slobbered up she took his dick deep in her throat and held him there. She might have been tonguing him inside or maybe she was letting him enjoy the deepthroat. After twenty seconds she'd come off for air and then repeat. A couple of minutes of that and L started stroking with her mouth more quickly. She pulled his underwear and pants down to his ankles and took access to pump on him like she wanted him to cum. She would intersperse the pumping with a few seconds of deepthroating, and added her fingers to tickle his balls. She used all her fingers to tickle his balls and let the fingers stroke up to get all slippery on her saliva. She pulled her mouth off of his penis and looked over at me sitting in the chair. She pushed fingers from both hands into her mouth while she winked at me. If she thought I was more interested in watching, she was wrong. I was waiting my turn and hoping she'd get hot enough for seconds. L curled her index finger and thumb into a circle like a vagina and slipped it down Jack's dick. She had the thumb on the more sensitive underside, and she let her circle twist back and forth as she slipped the fingers up and down. A few strokes like that to get her fingers all wet and she followed with her lips, where the fingers created all the friction while her mouth gave him wet warmth all over his dick. She added her other fingers to resume tickling his balls. She slid them further back, tickling the meat behind his balls, and then further back. "Oh, yeah," Jack said. He struggled to free his far leg from the underwear and pants. L helped him get free, then lifted his leg over her shoulder and resumed her action. She slowed down on his penis to tease him, but her fingers underneath stroked further back and tickled faster. Jack laid his hands on L's head. He was probably glad now she had tied up her hair, cradling her head like a ball and enjoying the rhythm of her movements. Jack looked over at me and grunted. "Oh, man," he said, "she's tickling my asshole. Wow that's nasty." I said, "She's good at that, isn't she?" "Is she ever!" Jack said. "She's going to make me cum. Do you want me to cum?" Jack demanded to know from the both of us. "Un-uhn," L answered, lifting her head off his penis. She stroked ever so slowly with her fingers. "I want your first shot inside of me." She stood and walked toward the bed, lifting her dress up over her shoulders. "Come and take off your clothes." L grabbed her day bag and flipped the bedspread and blanket quickly off the bed. She pulled out a condom and let the day bag drop on the floor. While Jack hustled to get his pants off, L returned to him, reached down and rolled the condom onto him. This was the first time I could see her naked pubis. She was completely waxed smooth as she had told me. L laid back on the bed and waited for him. She wet her fingers, lubed herself and started to diddle until he stripped to approach her. "Come on and fuck me," she commanded. Jack got in position over her and let her guide his dick into her. Within a few strokes he was all the way in and pounding away. L grabbed his ass to force him deeper. "Give it to me," L insisted. Jack was doing his best. The condom gave him a second wind, but he was in a steady rhythm and just letting it go. L reached back and started playing with his asshole again. Jack suddenly looked back at me and growled, "She really wants me to cum. Your wife likes my big dick inside of her. She wants to feel my throbbing dick give up its jizz." I was glad for him. His dick wasn't especially big. I wondered if I should tell him how she's not my wife either. I decided not to spoil their fun. As he quickened his pace, L inserted her finger deep in his asshole. She seemed to be searching to rub his prostate directly. I never liked that but some guys get off on it. Jack thrust and grunted. His whole body shuddered as she jabbed her finger into him. "Oh, baby," she said, "give it to me." Jack collapsed on top of her. L gave him a couple of minutes to settle down, and then encouraged him to roll over. As he laid back to rest, L pulled off the condom and slipped his semi-hard dick into her mouth. "Oh god," Jack said, 'what a little cock hound you are!" L stroked harder now to get him stiff. She was holding the base of his penis with one hand and fingering his balls with the other as she bobbed furiously. Jack reached one hand onto her head then followed as she rolled him back on top of her. Jack knelt over her and let her lean up to take his dick back into her mouth. She maintained a strong pace to keep him hard. Her legs were free and her hips were at the edge of the bed. I thought that was an invitation. I got up and touched her knees to tell her to spread her legs farther apart. But she immediately clamped her legs shut. L took her mouth off of Jack and said loudly, "Charles, get back in your chair." Jack hardly turned his head, like he couldn't care or didn't know what was happening. But I felt sheepish and retreated to the chair. L pulled Jack forward over him so she could lick his balls and underneath toward his ass. She played with her fingers up the shaft and around the crown of the head as she licked and sucked his testicles. Then she said to him, "When you get ready to cum, sit back and shoot on my tits and face." Jack wasn't going to argue with whatever fetish she had working. He probably assumed it was our little thing together. L took him back in her mouth and resumed a quick pace. One hand wrapped around his dick and her fingers stroked even faster, masturbating him into her mouth. The other fingers tickled his balls and ass, and paced him to pump harder. It only took a few minutes to have him tensing and grunting. Just at the moment, Jack sat back on her belly and followed his directions, letting her aim his jizz onto her chest and face. She leaned her head up to see if she could shoot some in her mouth, but not too well. After the first couple of spurts, she pulled him back up and slurped his penis back into her mouth. She swallowed the rest, then eased off and let some cum dribble out of her mouth. Jack sat back over by the pillows as if wondering what next. L got up and came over toward me, his cum dripping off her nipples and chin and the corner of her mouth. "Look what he did to me," she demanded. "You did it. You did this to me." Then L stomped off to the bathroom. Jack said to me, "That is one nasty girl. I had no idea she was such a vamp." "She is," I agreed. "You brought the slut out of her." L washed off and came back in a flash. She stuffed her panties in the bag and pulled out a new thong. "Come on," she said to Jack. "Let's go visit your friends after all." "Now you want to visit them?" Jack seemed bewildered. "Yes," L insisted. "I don't want to hang around here. I want to spend more time with you, but not here in front of Charles. I'm all jazzed up now." "OK," Jack conceded. He put on his underwear and pants without washing. They mostly dressed but grabbed the rest of their things as they left. I didn't ask or say anything to L on her way out. She left the used condom on the bed, which I thought was rude, and I collected it in Kleenex to throw it away. I was up for an hour or so before I bolted the door and went to sleep. About 4am there was a knock on the door. I was quite disoriented, but looked out through the peephole. It was L and I let her in. "Sorry to leave you that way," she offered. "I do need to sleep if you can let me crash here." "OK, I suppose." I climbed back into bed and kept on my boxers. L came out of the bathroom wearing a thong but no bra. She climbed into the far side of the bed. I tried to snuggle over to her and lay my arm across her. "You can leave your arm there but don't try to have sex with me," L insisted. "I made a promise to my husband that I wouldn't fuck you." I pulled into a spoon position and raised my hand toward her tit. She stopped my hand with hers. "No, seriously," she said. "I'm sore, too. I had to check out his friends, like he had suggested at the party. I wasn't ready for that at first, but Jack had me so riled up and didn't let me cum. Not long after we got there Jack left me and those animals had at me. It was fun at first, but they wouldn't quit. They'd still be going if I didn't run out. God, I'm sore." "Well then," I said, "why don't you tell me the details and I'll put them in the story?" "What?" L shouted. "You can't put any of this in a story." "No, I'm going to put all of it in a story," I informed her. "You know that I was writing a story." "Yeah, but you can't put this on Literotica or anything," she said. "It will be one more anonymous posting. Only you and I will know." "My husband reads Literotica all the time. We tease each other with bedtime stories." "You're creative. I'm sure you can explain how it is all fiction." "He knows all my moves," L whined. "You'll ruin me if you post any of this stuff. Can you please change it or edit or something?" "That's the price you pay for keeping promises," I explained. "And don't forget, you owe me round 2. I'll buy you breakfast in the morning, though." We eventually went to sleep, without any further sex, but L didn't wait for breakfast. When I woke up she was gone. She didn't steal any of my stuff, though. I thought I'd post this and wait a few days to hear back. She should have given me her first class blowjob. That might have solved a lot of issues. Promises, promises.