0 comments/ 34884 views/ 0 favorites Room 321 By: RipCurrent Copyright© 2008 RipCurrent all rights reserved The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. *** The showerhead hissed water down while I massaged my scalp. I heard the bathroom door open and Rachel, my wife of eleven years, yelled, "I'll do it." I froze watching the sudsy water spiral down the drain. Her words stilled me. Shock, terror and revulsion oddly engorged my carnal craving. "I'm gonna rape you!" I bellowed and dashed out the shower stall; Rachel bolted, screeching, "I have to go to work." She flung open the front door and sprinted out with me in pursuit. I remembered my nudity and braked. Irritated, I flew back to the bathroom for a towel. I slung it around me and charged out, but she was already backing out in her charcoal Honda Accord. I chased her down the driveway, my wet feet slapping the cold concrete, I yelled at her retreating car, "Get back here for the raping you so richly deserve!" She grinned at me through the windshield, mischief evident in her large cerulean eyes. Dark hair framed her girlish mirthful face. I hadn't seen that expression in ages. I missed it, but then again, I hadn't chased her down to ravish her in ages either. I missed that too. She sped off while I waved goodbye. I watched her car accelerate holding the towel around me. I turned to finish my shower and noticed Mrs. Di Scala and her eight-year-old daughter gaping at me. I became intensely aware of my towel wrapped, shampoo suds running down my back, appearance. I cleared my throat uneasily, "Ah, good morning Mrs. Di Scala. Good morning Cathy." Mrs. Di Scala frowned at me and said "Good Morning, Mr. Seabolt." She tugged Cathy's hand and they continued their sunrise stroll to the bus stop. I said authoritatively, "Cathy, today in school you will learn something fascinating that will change your life!" Cathy turned and giggled at me. Her mother gave another tug. "Ma?" She said in the universal complaint warble of children. *** In the evening, Rachel and I walked through the Hilton hotel's shiny marble, polished wood and brass lobby with uniformed employees marching purposely about. We each carried an overnight bag and painfully clutched each other's hand. I walked up to a smartly dressed perky receptionist and announced that I attended the Strategic Information Technology Conference. I filled out a card and paid for one night. I received two plastic keycards to room 321. I looked at the room number and thought 'countdown'. I laid one plastic key card in Rachel's trembling hand. I wrote 321 on the other and put it in my breast pocket. Rachel looked up to me with anxious candor, "Are you sure you want this Chance?" I studied people entering the hotel and breathed deeply, calming myself. I grasped her slender arms and gazed deeply in her eyes, eyes that could immobilize me in fascination when we first met. "Yes, Rachel, I'm sure." She looked down and nodded her head. I took her overnight bag from her and dropped it on the floor. I hugged her close and whispered in her ear, "I love you Rachel." I kissed her full lips, but she responded distractedly. I parted from her, picked up her bag and handed it to her. "You better get going." I perused her as she walked to the elevator, her rounded buttocks moved enticingly under her black slip dress. She pressed the button, the elevator dinged immediately and the door opened wide for her. She stepped in, worriedly glanced at me and half-heartedly waved. I smiled and nodded at her as the elevator door closed, swallowing Rachel. They waited in the hotel lounge, five reasonably handsome men between the ages of 30 and 45, and the group facilitator. The facilitator recognized me and waved. Her long dark hair cascaded past her shoulders. I approached the group with trepidation and scenes with Rachel kept claiming my attention as I interacted with the group. Rachel, studying in the library with opened books haphazardly stacked around her; she had been at it for hours. I knew because I watched her enter. I approached her and said my practiced line, "Excuse me, I've had a horrible day and you could turn it all around if you went to dinner with me right now." She gazed up bleary eyed, examined me for a moment, dazedly looked at her books. She smiled warmly at me and said, "I'd love to, but I absolutely have to be back in an hour." Decorum stopped me from howling in victory. I closed my eyes and reopened them in the Hilton. I curiously scanned the excited flushed men; one of them had his arm around the buoyant facilitator who looked up at me with sparkling black eyes. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. She wore a tight red skirt that ended mid thigh and a sheer white blouse. "Hello, I am Susan." she said warmly and held out her hand when Rachel intervened... I kissed Rachel on our wedding day. In that one kiss in front of our friends and family, I wanted to express the joy she ignited in me. Rachel chose me as her lifelong companion and I longed to show her that at twenty-six, I felt I already won the game of life. Returning, I responded to Susan distractedly "Ah, hi, I am Chance." I met five men after Susan, shaking hands and nodding in nervous, friendly banter. Doug, a brown-eyed man with an affected, pompous air asked, "Chance like the dog?" "Yeah, it's short for Chancellor." His eyebrows rose, "I see why you shortened it." The group laughed pleasantly and Rachel pulled me away... Rachel lay in a hospital bed, sweaty faced and exhausted. A nurse laid Emily, our first child, on her chest and Rachel glowed with joy. I had watched Rachel sacrifice for Emily. She went without, her body swelled and strained, her moods went haywire, she suffered her last trimester in the stifling heat of summer, she couldn't find a comfortable way to sleep, she labored for eleven hours, she cried and bled and clutched my hand tight enough to bruise and miraculously from her body, our Emily emerged, a new life. Rachel cooed, loving Emily, the source of so many trials. She held Emily up and said, "Chance, isn't she gorgeous?" I nodded; I couldn't speak past the lump in my throat. My eyes swam with shockingly fierce pride in Rachel, my wife. I painfully snapped back to the Hilton. Susan spoke, "Well we're all here, let's get started." Susan held up a brown paper bag and said "Honey, why don't you go first?" The man holding her nodded and I drifted back to a dark time... I found Rachel nervously rocking on our bed with a thermometer pinched in her fingers. She stonily said, "He has another fever." David, our second and last was almost two years old and had been having fevers on and off for the previous month. The ailment baffled physicians, but he had been fever free for a whole week to Rachel's rising relief and then another fever mercilessly crushed her. She rose from the bed, "God damn it!" She flung the thermometer, shattering it against the bathroom door. "Why can't those jack-asses figure it out?" She asked plaintively. "Chance, what are we going to do?" She broke down. Her sobs wracked her entire body. I scooped her up and held her tight. I poured soothing powerless words into her gaping wound. I didn't know what else to do and I would have done anything, anything to heal her. I sighed in pain gaining the group's attention. I cleared my throat and shook my head clear. "Sure, " Susan's husband Scott said in a small, but appreciated act of mercy -- to distract the group while I recovered. He dropped a key card into the bag. Susan turned to me holding out the bag. I pulled the 321 key card from my breast pocket and stared at it remembering... Rachel wore a psychotic grin while I made love to her. I tried to ignore it, but that proved very difficult. Nevertheless, as I approached climax, she snorted loudly and finally a gush of giggles bubbled out of her. I glared down at her, "No more wine for you." "Did you see the look on that waiter's face?" She wailed and shook the bed with her howls of laughter. With a sigh, I lay down beside her, clasped my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling waiting for her hysterical laughter to abate. Moments later, I realized a grin somehow snuck onto my face. My grin fell on return to the Hilton. I pinched the key card tightly between thumb and forefinger. The group all stared at my hesitation. I studied the five candidates carefully. If I dropped the keycard, one of them would enter room 321 and find my Rachel. I meant to beg off, but another memory came to the fore... Two weeks previous, Rachel and I went to a half-hour parent/teacher conference on Friday, our love making night. After, I lay next to her and unenthusiastically stroked her arm. She said, "That Parent/Teacher conference wiped me out, can we do it next week." "Sure," I said and rolled over in relief. I remembered the previous excuses. The week before it was a three-hour movie, and the week before that, Emily had an early softball game. I couldn't remember the last time we made love and a desperate ache settled in my chest. Rachel slipped through my fingers and descended into the grab bag. "Tonight one of you sons of bitches is the luckiest man on the planet." I rasped. "Hear, hear." Scott said. Perhaps Scott would pull Room 321 and fuck my Rachel all night long. Room 321 Ch. 02 Copyright© 2008 RipCurrent all rights reserved The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. **** After collecting all the keycards, Susan shook the bag vigorously and opened it to her husband. Scott's hand disappeared into the bag and retrieved keycard 320. Without pausing to consider who her husband would sleep with, Susan presented the bag to me. With my mind a boiling cauldron of mixed emotion, I pondered the possibility of choosing 321, but I didn't. I pulled 318. Daniel gave me a hard appraising stare. I estimated him at forty-five, the oldest of us. He was telegenic with short dark hair graying at the temples and a deep tan. His appearance and cool reserve shouted authority. I wondered what kind of woman married a man like Daniel. Who waited for me in room 318? The bag went to Vincent who pulled 316. Susan smiled warmly and winked at him. His hawkish face split into a lustful grin as his gaze roved her body wantonly. Blushing, Susan stared desire at him and suggestively bit her lower lip. Scott watched these antics with amused equanimity. The bag went to Caleb, who reached in and won the jackpot by pulling Rachel. A volcano erupted in my chest and spewed hot blood into my head. My face tingled; I stopped breathing as I urgently scrutinized Caleb. Caleb the youngest of us, perhaps thirty-one, was built like me, athletic, but slighter, and maybe an inch or so taller. He had wavy, professionally styled dark hair with hair gel or mousse in it. Conversely, Rachel pushed a loudly humming electric razor with a number 4 attachment through my hair in our kitchen. I loved to watch her care for me. Her brow knit, she frowned and dimpled the corner of her mouth while examining her work. I much preferred Rachel to any professional. Caleb wore an easy smile on his ruddy handsome clean-shaven face. Dark eyes gazed out in amusement and I could see he'd be popular with the ladies. He noticed my intense scrutiny and his eyebrows rose in surprise. Honestly, I immediately liked the guy. He seemed calm and good natured, definitely not the misogynistic type, nevertheless, I stared aggressively; willing him to know in his bones any misdeed would be severely punished. I warned, "Go easy, Caleb." I spat out his name as if I had bitten into a piece of rotting flesh. "What's your problem? You brought her here." Caleb replied his face flushed in anger. "Easy fellahs!" Scott said moving between us. "Chance, Caleb's a good guy don't worry. He's been screened and unanimously voted on by the rest of the group just like you. I've been to a number of these with him, and we had no problems." "Yeah, what were we thinking voting him in?" Caleb asked Scott sarcastically indicating me. "Take it easy, it's his first time." Scott said soothingly. "Boys!" Susan exclaimed in exasperation. "Let's finish with the cards." Susan finished handing out the last two keycards and said, "Okay, You fellahs wait here for ten minutes then come up and claim us." She blew Vincent a kiss and did a runway strut from our presence. Hoots and whistles followed her ribald exit. The husbands rode the elevator together. Caleb marched out, strode down the hall, boldly slipped his keycard into the reader and invaded Rachel's room. I watched Rachel's closed door while the husbands entered the rest of the wives rooms, save one. I stood alone in the hall dazedly staring at my keycard in front of Room 318. I fed the card reader. A green L.E.D. flashed, followed by a snick. I turned the handle and entered on a deep breath. The room featured a bathroom immediately to the right, and a small wood slatted closet door following the bathroom. With a deep breath, I strode into the room proper. She sat on a king sized bed staring wide-eyed at me with hands clutched in her lap. The air-conditioner hummed noisily in front of a large curtained window. She opposed Rachel in demeanor. Where Rachel radiated warmth and welcome, she concealed with chilly timidity. The disappointment must have shown on my face for she blurted, "It's my husband's idea to come to these things, I don't much care for them anyway." She stood in seeming confusion. I dropped my bag and walked to her. I placed my hands on her arms and said, "Please stay." She was an attractive, slender, forty year old. Her ash blond hair stylishly cupped her pretty face, but she had a severe thin-lipped quality. I felt like a heel for hurting her, I should have prepared myself, but I worried over Rachel and hadn't truly considered who my partner would be. Her remarkable blue eyes reminded me of Rachel's, so I started there. I stared deeply and tried to perceive the woman with which I would be intimate. To my shock, I discovered a lack of sexual desire for her though I thought her very attractive. When she stood her curves revealed themselves in a slip dress much like Rachel's. She flattered the dress with full breasts, slender waist flaring nicely to womanly hips. "We shouldn't force the issue." She glared out from her cold stony face. "Please, it's my first time and I didn't know what to expect." I reasoned. "You had the worst luck and picked me. I'm so sorry for you." She said sarcastically. I imagined it would be painful to say, but none of it showed on her face. "You're a beautiful woman, I'm just preoccupied." I backpedaled. "Too preoccupied to treat a woman who offers herself with a modicum of consideration?" She asked indignantly. I felt like two waves converged, doubled in size and overwhelmed me. The contrary actions of worrying Rachel and trying to mollify this woman combined to capsize me. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. "Please, just wait here. I'm going to get some ice and put my head on straight. When I return, let's start again and this time, I'll do right by you." "Why should you be any different?" She asked spitefully. "What do you mean, did someone do something at one of these meetings?" I asked concerned. Her face softened slightly as she studied me for a moment, "No, it's not like that." "What is it like?" I said, still on alert. With a sardonic smile she said, "I'm just venting on men in general. Pay no heed." I searched her eyes and believed, though her mask of concealment remained. I nodded agreement and said, "Promise me you'll stay here until I return. Wait! What's your name?" "Allison." She replied neutrally. "Allison," I said slowly savoring it on my lips. "I love that name." I smiled warmly, but she seemed unmoved. "Allison, you'll be here when I return?" "I don't have anywhere to go; my husband is a busy man." She said without emotion. I almost barked out a laugh, but caught myself. Instead, my face twisted into a lopsided grin, "Ah, I see. I'll be right back." I left the room, ice bucket in hand. I walked by room 321 and listened, but silence prevailed. So I moved on and found a dark haired beauty standing in front of the ice machine in a sexy blue silk kimono reaching mid thigh. She rose slowly on her toes, bunching her calves into tight knots and slowly relaxing them on the way down. Rachel exercised this way while she waited. She turned at my approach and gasped, her mouth opened in joyful surprise. I dropped the ice bucket and rushed her. I crushed her warm flesh to me, my lips pressed hers and I probed her minty mouth. I was aflame for her. She pulled me to her and we fiercely clasped, desperately kissing each other as if forced apart for months. My cares vanished in her embrace and a feeling of certainty pervaded my mind. She filled me to brimming and my love for Rachel grew. My hands wandered, I breathed in her scent. I stroked her silky hair. I ran my fingers up her spine, touching her the way she liked. "That kimono is gorgeous, where'd you get it?" "It's Caleb's, he asked me to put it on." I reached between her legs to pet her. I was astounded to find no panties and Rachel in a state of arousal. "You're a very naughty girl." I leered. She stepped back, but the ice machine interrupted her retreat. "I... He," her brows creased in concentration, while her face turned scarlet. "...asked me to model the kimono without underwear." She stammered. "I see and what about this?" I stroked her fevered sex. "I've been waiting in that room for a strange man to come and have his way with me. A handsome stranger walks into my room. He looks me over like he's a wolf, and I'm a bitch in heat and asks me to model the kimono. I..." She said defensively. I pushed on her pubic bone with the heel of my hand and pinned her against the ice machine. She lifted her leg and I cupped it behind the knee, spreading her while I slid my fingers inside her slippery heat. She moaned deliciously. "And?" I asked. In a breathy voice she said, "I did. I changed in the bathroom and modeled the kimono for him while he raped me with his eyes." She laid her head on my shoulder and her warm lips lightly brushed my neck. "So why are you here love?" "I felt like a virgin schoolgirl – I was shaking like a leaf. I liked the way he looked at me. I thought of you and everything and it was too much, all the confusing emotions. I had to get out. I told him I needed ice." She slowly rolled her hips forward and back while I teased her with my fingers. "You know I've been burning for you since you agreed to come." "So you're gonna take me right here in front of this ice machine?" She beamed her mischievous smile. I said softly, "No, I want you to do something else." She grasped and thrillingly squeezed me. "Are you sure?" "Yes." I said shakily. "Mmmmm, Right now I'll do anything for you." She purred, as her undulations got more insistent. "I want you to go back to Caleb." She stopped moving, and gently pushed my hand away from her. She looked down; her brow furrowed in thought. "Is she pretty?" She asked the floor. "Rachel?" I lifted her chin; I needed her to look directly in my eye. "I realized something just now, seeing you here. It's been haunting my mind for weeks, but it coalesced just now. I have no idea who I'd be if our paths never crossed. We are inextricably entwined and nothing will take you from me, not even you. If you left me tonight, I'd be destroyed, but your influence on me would remain. You're in my blood - I'll carry you forever." She considered what I said and responded confused, "That's sweet Chance, but..." I interrupted, "No, it's not sweet. I'm stating fact. We've been through a lot together. For thirteen years, you've been the most important person in my life. Our relationship molded me." "I still don't understand why you want me to go to Caleb, especially now, considering how we're feeling." "I want to burn like this for you always. I believe in us. Together we are superman. I feel invincible with you, but for one thing. Our kryptonite is time, and time breeds apathy. We've grown complacent and we take each other for granted. Apathy will kill us. I never want to feel apathy about making love to you again." I stated emphatically. She searched my face and said, "Well it worked; do we have to go through with it?" "I want us to try. We are here and we are strong. I'll be here tomorrow. If it's a disaster, we'll talk about it and agree to never do it again." "I feel like we're playing with fire." She said with concern. "Yes, we're risking, but I think it's time we did, before we forget how. Let's do it love, you and me." I smiled at her. She smiled back, "Alright Chance." She looked between her legs, "but you made a mess of me. Do you have something to clean up with?" "Go to Caleb like that." I gazed at her challengingly. She blushed furiously and whispered through gritted teeth. "What, like a bitch in heat?" I nodded, "Yes, show him you want it." I rasped as her eyes smoldered with swirling emotions. We searched each other's face for a few moments then I softly kissed her lips under the humming fluorescents of the ice machine alcove. I grasped her hand and we walked back to 321. In front of room 321 I said, "Show me." She took a shuddering breath and lifted the hem of her kimono revealing her glistening mound drooling clear lubrication. "Perfect. I'll be here in the morning, but tonight you are free. Use your luscious charms to milk every drop from him; make him spend it all inside you. If he gets a fraction of the joy you are capable of giving, tonight will be the night of his life." She satisfied me with an expression of gaping shock. She recovered and whispered through heavy breathing, "I didn't know you were such a lecher." She faced the door but her ridiculously fluttering hand made it impossible to feed the card reader. I stood behind her and whispered low and sensuously in her ear, "Ahhhhh, don't worry love, you'll get fucked silly very soon." She elbowed me in the chest and giggles came out her nose in a series of hisses. She flashed her magnificent eyes at me and they gloriously blazed with love and life. I steadied her hand and together we thrust the keycard home. ***** I realize the style and subject matter subverts the score, but I'm not writing for everyone. If you enjoyed the story, I sure would like to hear from you. Thanks, RipCurrent