“Good afternoon. You’re only allowed to be here an hour after the game.”
“We were waiting for traffic to clear on the highway before taking out friend to his hotel.”
“We’ll you have clear sailing now.” The guard smiled.
“What hotel?” The guard had a different smile.
“The Residence Inn.” Cal’s voice came from the back.
“Hey, nice. Two hundred and twenty bucks a night.”
“Traffic wasn’t that bad.” The guard told them. “It was a Cardinal’s game, you know.”
Logan searched the address for Residence Inn on his cell phone and hit GPS for directions. Cal and Taylor continued their banter in the back seat as Cal had the jersey up again and messing with her clit. Her husband scowled as he could see she was hot and ready to fuck again.
Logan stopped under the entrance canopy wanting Cal to get out and that be the end of it.
“We aren’t done yet. Are we, Babe?”
Cal already knew Taylor’s answer. He directed Logan to a space along the front.
They could have used other entrances. Cal wanted to go in the front. He turned to Logan.
“You may want to hang back a little bit and watch. Everyone that sees us is going to know I’m fucking your wife. Watch the reactions. If you drop back too far the room number is 238.”
The hotel was pretty fancy. It was easy to see the two hundred per night room fee. Logan waiting, watched Cal’s arm around Taylor’s waist as they walked across the lot together into the front door. He had given them a hundred foot head start. Taylor’s ass had a nice “I’ve been fucked” swing to it.
Logan could have found room 238 on his own. He wanted to see his wife go in to get fucked by this black guy. Cal was right. Guests were waiting to check in and people were visiting in the lobby. Everyone gave them the same look as they moved towards the elevator. The white woman is going to fuck the black guy.
The elevator door closed on him before Logan could get to it. Panic hit him hard. A major case of separation anxiety. He was separated from his wife and the black man that had been fucking her by steel and concrete. He nervously punched the up button time and time again.
By the time he looked at the door marked “stairs” he was ready to scream or cry. He started to bolt for the door before deciding the elevator couldn’t be much longer. Finally the button dinged and the doors started to open. Logan almost ran over two men getting off at the lobby floor. As he got in and started punching the 2 button frantically he could hear the men talk while walking away.
“It looks like that black guy is getting himself some white pussy.”
“Yeah, she looks like the kind of cunt that would fuck black cock.”
The doors closed. It seemed like forever before he started up to the second floor and forever for the door to open. He almost jumped out, looking both ways. Cal and Taylor were no where in sight. Panic again.
“What if he’s fucking her and won’t let him me in? What if?? What if???”
Logan finds the room direction numbers. <201 to 224 – 225 to 248>. Run right. Any faster and he would be at full trot. There it was … 238! He is panting for breath now. He tapped on the door. No answer for too long of time. God, they’re in there fucking. They won’t let me in, goes through his mind.