Chris Komodo - Getting warmer

Confirmed. The Maestra. Suite 1701. 8 pm.

Alex looked at his wife sitting out on the balcony of their Central Park condo to see if shed heard his phone beep. She hadnt. She was engrossed in reading; not a novel, but the score to her orchestras current symphony.

Erin was pretty. Elegant. Bookish. Alex loved her to death. And even more so in the moments he knew he wasnt giving Erin everything she deserved.

He looked back at the text message. Strange. Usually he told the agency where, and theyd send the girl. But there it was: The Maestra. He knew the historic hotel had some of the most expensive rooms in Manhattan. But the firm would cover him anyway, so what did it matter?

The Maestra. Luxury and elegance intertwine where our guests come to indulge. Expect world-class service inside our walls, and a bottle of Dom Perignon waiting inside your suite.

When Alex entered suite 1701 that night, he was greeted by not just a bottle of Dom, but a dominatrix, too.

He should have known something was up. The agency knew his tastes: brunettes and redheads, no surgery or silicone, and two girls preferable to one. He had never mentioned leather and cuffs.

Still, he thought, when a tall woman in thigh-high boots and a black leather corset tells you to strip naked and get on the bed, its hard to argue.

Alex felt the luxurious linens against his back and legs as the Mistress began to tie his arms down with soft, silk rope that could have come off the suites nine-foot-tall red velvet curtains.

All our suites feature the finest from the old world, including antique armoires and hand-carved four-poster beds.

He studied the Doms face as she wrapped the line around his ankles; her eyes read girl next door more than professional disciplinarian. After tying the last knot to the bedpost, she put on her short black overcoat, turned on the television, and said, Ill be back, leaving Alex lying naked and restrained.

The program she left him with showed a woman in a bedroom stripping in front of some men. Bent over a bed, her backside facing the camera, she slid her skirt slowly over her ass until it fell to her feet, her bottom bare except for the thin black straps of her garter belt. Two studs in boxer shorts watched from either side.

So he was supposed to get warmed up watching porn until the girl returned? She certainly picked a low-budget flick dim lighting, just one camera angle. He couldnt even tell if the actress was hot or not. But with his hands bound to the bed, he couldnt exactly switch to the hockey game.

Alex relaxed into the pillows as the woman on screen climbed onto her bed and laid down. A black-lace cupless bra propped up her pert tits, and her stockings and garter belt framed the dark hair of a well-trimmed pussy. The men both fit and muscular kneeled on the bed next to her.

Just then someone from off-camera crossed in front of the scene. What kind of budget crap was this? Alex wondered. The scene then jerked as if the camera had been picked up from a tripod. At least he might see some close-ups now, he thought.

The camera focused on the four masculine hands caressing the womans thighs, brushing against her sex. It followed them up her body as they stroked the underside of her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Alex felt his cock stir in anticipation of this starlet getting fucked by two capable studs. He wanted to watch; but even more, he wanted that dominatrix to get back and take care of his growing need.

Then, as the camera finished its journey up the womans body, the actress lifted her head from the pillows and looked straight into the camera. Alex gasped.

The cheekbones. The long eyelashes. The eyes! Sixty familiar details from her face raced through the wires onto his screen and jolted the neurons in his brain. He wanted to jump up to the TV to see if his eyes were deceiving him, but the ropes kept him pinned to the bed, powerless. He looked again. It was definitely her. It was Erin.

It hit him all at once. Erin knew about the trysts, knew about the call girls. And she apparently planned an elaborate scheme to get revenge on him. She wasnt the vengeful type, he reflected, but discovering a cheating spouse can push anyone to extremes.

He averted his head from the screen even as his eyes fixated on the picture. The guys were now stroking themselves through their boxers, and the woman Erin was cupping and squeezing her breasts as she watched them masturbate.

When the hell did she record this?

Suddenly the scene swung around, and the face of the cameraman camerawoman, actually filled the lens.

Hi, Alex, she said, in a pouty, falsely apologetic tone. It was the Mistress. Who obviously wasnt who shed claimed. A friend of Erins? Or someone from her orchestra?

Im Jane, we havent formally met yet. Erins kinda busy right now, but she wanted you to know that this isnt a recording were live.

Allow yourself to be entertained by our wide-screen, high-definition flat panel televisions streaming premium movies, satellite channels, and the world wide web.

On Alexs screen, the guys now sported erections beneath their boxers. He watched as Erins hand slipped from her breast down the length of her body and her middle finger slipped in between her labia. The young one pulled his cock out of his shorts and began running his hand up and down its smooth length.

So Erin had lured him here to force him to watch while other men drooled over her; that was his punishment. But thats all she was going to do here, right? Give the guys a little show, maybe let them jack off a bit? Lesson learned?

As he reassured himself of this, Erin had already crossed that line. She was grasping a full, erect cock in each hand and stroking them both intently. She bit one side of her lower lip, looking every bit the hungry vixen.

Alex was helpless. Chided. Captive. He could move only his head. He looked closely at her pixilated image. Damn, she looked hot. It had been a while since hed thought of anyone else lusting after her. But there she was, his familiar wife of nine years, giving raging hard-ons to two strange men.

Alex only now noticed the big rust and olive pillows she was leaning against the same kind were behind his head right now. The video was shot in the same hotel.

Make the Maestra your place in the city for meetings and events. We can cater to everything from a 300-guest conference in the grand ballroom to a private 3-person business meeting en suite.

The three on the bed were getting down to business. The camera lingered on the sizeable cock in Erins hand, and on the man attached to it. Wait that dark wavy hair, the square jaw yes. Alex knew him.

It was Devan. The father of one of their kids classmates. Damn. He now remembered catching Devan flirting with Erin once, at school one evening after the winter play. He had seen them from a distance; she had brushed him off, politely. Had she wanted him then?

He didnt recognize the guy on Erins other side. Smooth skin, blonde hair, young early 20s Alex guessed. Where did Erin find this one?

Clearly there were things Alex didnt know about his wife.

Was she going to take this much further? Alex wondered. Or did she just want to teach him a lesson?

Back on his screen, Devan was lying prone with his face buried between Erins legs. She pulled the blonde one closer to her and demanded, in language Alex had never heard out of Erin, Come put that hot, stiff cock inside my mouth. Kneeling upright next to her, the young stud positioned his shaft against her pale cheek.

Alexs last remaining illusions that Erin wouldnt go all the way were evaporating before his eyes. Heated and conflicting emotions charged through him as he watched his wife take the young mans penis into her mouth, the same mouth Alex kissed every night before bed. Every night he wasnt away on business, that is.