Hello all, I'm working on a few things that I'm hopefully going to submit for publication. Here is the first draft of one I've been working on. Feedback is appreciated. Spark19 Mike at the Show On one of those rare date nights, we weren’t exactly ready to call it a night after the dinner and movie. The kids were at sleepovers so we were free to make the night as long as we could. Lynne was her usual, sultry and hot, a little more giddy and cheerful, after that third glass of wine. We both have a thing for dancing to a live band, so we found a hotel bar that was hosting some local classic rock superstars. We walked into the smoky haze and stood by the railing that separated the dance floor and the seating area, to wait for a table to open. At almost the exact same time we both noticed, just to our left, a table possibly vacating. As Lynne turned to quickly claim our space, she bumped quite hard into a graying, businessman type guy as he walked past. They both became a little unbalanced and instinctively grabbed out to prevent falling. Completely by accident the stranger’s right hand grasped wildly and found its place right on Lynne’s left breast. When they were settled Lynne laughed a bit, nervously and as he apologized he withdrew his hand a little slower than the moment may have required. A bit embarrassed, Lynne thanked him for catching her, he just said no, that he should be thanking her and winked. He introduced himself telling us that his name was Mike. He was married and on a business trip. He had come down to the bar with the plan of cooling down after a very busy and stressful day. We sat down at the table Lynne had jumped to claim and, without hesitation, I invited Mike to join us. The ice already broken somewhat, the conversation was very comfortable and another round of drinks made sure that things flowed nicely. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the conversation turned to the accidental groping. Mike assured Lynne that he had in no way intentionally felt her up, but said that he did enjoy the moment. We exchanged college stories of wild nights and parties until the announcement was made for last call. Mike said, “Hey I’ve got a bar up in my room if y’all want to have one more before you head on home.” I looked at Lynne and she looked at me. “C’mon, I’m harmless, most of the time, you know you aren’t ready to go yet.” He was right, we were planning to make it a late one. Before Lynne could respond I said,” Sure Mike, we’ll come by for a few minutes, before we call it a night. What do you have to drink?” “I don’t know, but we can find out together,” Make laughed as we paid the collective tab and left the bar. As we walked to the room there was certainly some nervousness about the situation and what it might lead to. The butterflies were having a field day in my stomach, and I could tell that Lynne was taking her cue from me. With that we followed Mike down the long corridor. Lynne was definitely intoxicated. Despite the odd social circumstance, she wasn’t protesting in the least. My calm was definitely magnified by the alcohol. It seems that we were both strongly under the influence of the moment. It was difficult to distinguish current reality from long explored thoughts and fantasies. It all snapped into something very real as we reached the door of Mike’s room. Our new friend showed us in, and opened the cubed fridge to offer a drink. A nice Jack and Coke, refreshed my mental lubrication, while Lynne chose the miniature bottle of cheap white zinfandel. In almost the same position we'd left at the bar, we gathered around the small round table by the window. Mike immediately took the conversation directly back to the serendipitous breast grab that got this train rolling. "So, Lynne, did me grabbing your boob...maybe... turn you on? Even a little?” Lynne flushed beyond crimson. ”Well, yeah? I guess it did, a little." She looked down and then directly at me, her eyes asking permission to proceed. With only some hesitancy, I nodded. “Did it turn you on?” Lynne mouthed. “Yeah, I think it did. A little”, I stammered. Mike glanced at me and then at Lynne. ”Oh, really? So does that mean I can do it again?” I said, “That’s completely up to her”, nodding at Lynne. “Go ahead”, she dared him, “no falling down though.” Mike stepped forward taking both of Lynne’s breasts in his hands quickly but not at all rough. Lynne began a weak protest without any real conviction when Mike began to massage and run his hands on her arms and shoulders. I walked over behind Lynne my arms wrapping around her, and started to unbutton her blouse. She looked over her shoulder at me and said,” Are you sure this is OK?” “Yes it is. It is more than OK.” Then I undid the clasp of her bra and immediately Mike was sucking her breasts, licking each nipple in turns, rolling them each over with his tongue. Her head was tilted back and she was moaning, eyes closed. Holding Lynne around the waist I eased us back to the edge of the bed, bringing Lynne down onto my lap. Before I had even thought about what might happen, Mike had slid to his knees and had deftly released the button of Lynne’s jeans. He pulled the zipper down and introduced his firm hand into my wife's pants. I was far too excited to stop it now. I just held onto her waist and shoulders. Lynne balked a little, but with my reassurance, she let it go and lifted her bottom to let Mike drop her jeans and panties to her ankles. He immediately went down on her and started slowly lapping at her hot space, sliding his fingers in and out. I leaned over her shoulder and started to kiss her deeply and passionately. I watched her slowly open her legs as wide as possible to allow Mike’s tongue better access. It wasn’t long before Lynne’s whole body shuddered with her orgasm. I hadn’t noticed that Mike had slid his pants down and was masturbating while he gave my wife her thunderous orgasm. Lynne rolled over and said” OK your turn. Give me a show.” I looked at her confused, then she said, “Do what he’s doing. I know you want to.” Without a word I pull my pants all the way down and freed my rock hard dick. She was right, at that moment my hand went automatically to my rod and starting stroking. Lynne got up and moved to the chair by the mini-bar and sat back, reclining. “Let’s see who shoots first….wait…how about you two jerk each other off? That might be fun to watch.” She paused, considered and then said, “no let’s not make it a race, let’s see who can hold out the longest. Ok boys, Go!” Mike sat down beside me on the edge of the hotel bed and instantly took my cock in his hand, gripping it firmly and stroking. I could still feel my wife’s dampness on his warm fingers. I reached over and took his cock in my fist. We both laid back arms crossed as we pumped each other for my wife’s enjoyment. “Oh, this is just great”, Lynne cooed from her observation post beside us. “How about a little boy on boy 69? Can you handle it?” We both looked at each other and shrugged wordless agreement. Mike sat up and spun his body around putting his rigid member inches from my mouth. Before I could think, I felt his soft, moist lips pass over the head of my cock as he took me all the way to the hilt. I did my best to copy his move and starting sucking Mike’s hard dick, pumping him in and out of my mouth. This didn’t last long at all for either of us, we both lost the battle to hold back before the 5-minute mark hit. Mike popped his dick out of my mouth and starting pumping with his fist. I tried to hold back but I came first, spraying a jet of semen all over Mike’s face and chest, almost as soon as he released me from his lips. But only seconds later, Mike bucked, leaned over and shot his hot seed on my face and chest. It was insane, we both just laid there taking in the moment. Lynne was speechless, then gave us a standing ovation. “Very nice. That was a show!” We couldn’t help but laugh. Then Lynne asked, “So Mike when’s your next business trip?”
