“That last time we saw each other at your house was amazing. I think about it often.” Roger said looking at my wife.
Nicole blushed slightly and smiled.
“Me too.” I replied. “It was a first for both of us and, if I can speak for Nicole, stimulated us enough of course to lead us back here this evening.”
“Hopefully you can guys can stay overnight? I booked a suite at the JW Marriott on Pennsylvania in anticipation.” Roger was a generous personality but didn’t take anyone for granted.
I looked at Nicole and the intuition that comes from 25 years of being together flashed between us in a fraction of a second. “We’ve no reason to drive home tonight, so let’s see if we can make this lady’s evening so good she wouldn’t even think about it.” I replied to Roger, nodding as I spoke.
“Am I going to get spoiled?’ Nicole asked almost shyly. Roger and I simultaneously laughing, nodding, and replying in the affirmative. She blushed.
We settled the bill and the three of us picked up my car from the underground parking next door. Roger’s hotel was only half a mile away but Nicole had heels on and it seemed easiest to not to have to walk back again in the morning.
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We walked through the marble-floored hotel lobby under the crystal lights and, as inviting as the backlit bar and the leather chairs looked, we headed straight for the elevators; there was infinitely more fun to be had upstairs tonight. Nicole whispered some minor concerns as what to do if anyone would stop us; we reassured her that nobody was going to question a small group of well dressed patrons as to whether they were guests or not. We waited the universally awkward twenty seconds for the elevator and after stepping inside Roger waived his key card in front of the sensor and we headed up to his 12th floor suite.
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The elegant silver grey walls and carpet in the suite belied the colorful excitement we had foreseen for this evening and, true to character, Roger had arranged a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with 3 glasses perched waiting for us on the glass coffee table. Nicole briefly went to use the restroom as Roger poured the champagne, behind him the large picture window looked over the roof of the Commerce Building towards the Washington Monument – I nodded in that direction and we both chuckled at the parallel..
“What’s the joke?” Nicole asked, returning to us.
“Fate arranged a giant erection for you to look at.” I laughed, pointing at the towering obelisk.
‘Only one?” She replied giggling and taking the glass offered her by Roger.
“I understand that two were requested for tonight.” Roger chimed in. “Cheers!”
We toasted each other and Nicole sipped her champagne before stepping across to kiss me briefly. “Thank you.” She whispered before handing me her glass and turning back towards Roger. “What’s a girl got to do to get a proper greeting?” She asked him.
Roger placed his glass on the table and took Nicole in his arms for a long, deep, sultry kiss. “That’s more like it.” Nicole said, smiling after they broke. His hands went to the golden buttons of my wife’s black and white Chanel jacket slowly popping them open to reveal the red lace bra encasing her 36C breasts. I moved closer behind her to slip her jacket off her shoulders, careful to avoid snagging on her pearls, as Nicole shimmied her arms out then reached back to continue her own unbuttoning of Roger’s white shirt. I lay her jacket across the golden yellow sofa.