Best friends get part-time job with benefits.
When he climaxed, soon after I had started sucking him, I swallowed it all and licked him clean.
Standing, I dropped my wrap and told him to take off his clothes, which he did quickly. Bringing him over to the bed, I pulled him on top of me, as I wrapped my legs around his firm ass.
The thing about young guys? They get hard again quickly, which is why I wanted to get his first orgasm with my mouth; I wanted the fucking to last longer, and it did.
I climaxed a couple of times while this boy fucked me hard, and long. When he did climax, I thought he would drive his cock through me, as hard as he pushed into me.
He left, and I enjoyed the pizza while my pussy cooled down. His cock wasn't big, but it was big enough to get the job done, and that, after all, was the point. And when I shared my story with Jim, we had a very delightful romp afterwards.
The next evening, Jim called and suggested that we meet downstairs, in the bar of our hotel, around 9:30 or thereabouts; He also suggested that I might want to get there a bit earlier so that I could 'check out any likely 'prospects'; Jimbo wanted me to get it on with someone, even after I told him of my tip to the pizza boy.
I dressed a bit on the sexy side, something I liked to do anyway, and headed to the lounge around 9; entering, I looked around as if looking for someone but really I was checking out the scene.
Spotting an open bar stool, near but not next to, a couple of thirty-somethings, I sat and ordered a Vodka martini, with four olives. Sipping my drink, I noticed in the bar-back mirror that one of the thirty-somethings was checking me out, trying to be unobtrusive about it.
When my eyes caught his in the mirror, I smiled, and sipped my drink; when our eyes met again in the mirror, I slowly sucked one of the olives from the sword that held them, making it more sensuous that it had to be, smiling afterwards.
He wasn't handsome, but not un-handsome, if you know what I mean, and appeared, in his suit, to be in shape. He moved to the seat next to me, the one between me and his friend, and asked if he could buy me a drink, which he did.
His name was Buzz, swear to God, and he introduced his friend, Mitch afterwards, and explained that they were in town for a convention. Well, the badges on their suit pockets betrayed that fact.
I told them that I got bored waiting for my husband to return from a business meeting and decided to come downstairs to make my own fun, the three of us laughing at my admission.
The three of us talked, getting comfortable with each other, and when the combo starting playing some nice, soft jazz, Buzz asked me to dance and I accepted. Buzz was a good dancer and when he pulled me, gently, a bit closer to him, I moved willingly. Walking back to the bar, Mitch didn't let me sit down, taking me back onto the dance floor. Mitch didn't dance as well as Buzz, but his erection against my thigh as we danced, was promising.
When dancing with Buzz again, I noticed Jim standing at the end of the bar, watching, with a smile on his face. Winking at me, followed by a small nod of his head, Jim walked away from the bar, to where, I did not know.
About 15 minutes later, Jim returned to the bar, and I excused myself to go to the restroom but told them to order me another drink. I did have to go, but when I came out of the bathroom, Jim was waiting for me in the hallway. We kissed, and he said that if I wanted to take them back to the room, to go ahead, but he didn't need to be there.
He told me he had set up my laptop, in the suite's bedroom, to webcast to his private site and that he'd sit in the business center, watching and monitoring on his laptop, both for his pleasure and for my safety.
So, that's where he had disappeared to, I thought.
Returning to my seat, between Mitch and Buzz, I felt a bit of a tingle and adrenalin from the secretiveness of it all. Knowing that Jim would be watching, I also felt a bit naughtier than usual.
When I took my seat, I placed my hand on Mitch's thigh 'for balance' bu