Welcome to the Hotel California

Having never previously travelled further than the Canary Islands, I was now sat on the balcony of a Los Angeles hotel, sipping cocktails; I’d even seen the ‘HOLLYWOOD’ sign, so it had to be true! I hadn’t felt happier in two months and three days; which was the day on which this story really began:

I won the holiday — two weeks, visiting Los Angeles,San Francisco and Las Vegas — in a competition when I renewed our car’s insurance; I’m sure we’ve all seen/entered those, you know you won’t win, but it’s only a five minute survey, so what the heck. I was overjoyed and began phoning everyone to relay the good news, but sadly the elation only lasted until my husband Jack got back from work and I heard his response to the news of our holiday: See if you can’t get some money instead; we can’t go away in October, that’s during the football season.”

Him and his fucking football team! Jack’s never missed a home game in almost twenty years and not even a free trip to America was going to be allowed to break that tradition; I was livid: “Well sod you and sod Doncaster fucking Rovers too! I’m going! On my own if I have to!” Jack laughed in my face and I stormed from the room before he saw my welling tears. The next few weeks were distressing, half of our family and friends sided with Jack, the other half with me; there was no ‘cash alternative’ to the holiday and it was in mine and Jack’s names so couldn’t be transferred. We both remained intransigent — hell, we barely even spoke! – but everyone, not least Jack, knew that my finding the courage to go to the USA alone was never going to happen.

It was our daughter Anna who casually tossed a cat amongst the pigeons: “You could take my Jack with you; he’s got spare holidays from work that he needs to use and I know he’d love to visit the USA.” I was gobsmacked. For a heap of reasons that are unimportant here, Anna’s-Jack — which is how he’s invariably known in the family — took our surname when he and Anna got married; I dug out and scanned the holiday confirmation which clearly read ‘Jack Halliday’, but it showed no address, or anything else which might designate exactly which ‘Jack Halliday’ could use the booking. Refusing to get my hopes up I phoned Anna back and enquired if she’d actually asked her-Jack and and only when she answered did I allow my hopes to soar: “No, I thought I ought to suggest it to you first, but it was Jack himself that I got the idea from; he’s twice said ‘well Carol could always ask me, I’d jump at the chance’. Wait one moment…” I heard a mumbled conversation and a few seconds later Anna was back on the line: “Jack says yes please.”

Things moved apace arranging visas, buying new clothes and the like, but at least I didn’t waste time on grocery shopping or preparing meals and such for my own Jack; he’d brought this on himself so he could damned-well fend for himself while I was away. Jack (mine) having eventually accepted that I was going anyway, conceded that he would perhaps come with me, but my response was brusque: “You’re too late now, I’ve already submitted the details for Anna’s-Jack’s, they can’t be changed.” The look on his face was a picture, made more especially satisfying by the knowledge that it wasn’t actually true, that information was still sat in my handbag and I didn’t send it until the following day! Just to rub it in further, I insisted that he join Anna in driving Anna’s-Jack and myself to the airport to wave us off : ).

An initial flight took us to Baltimore and it was as we waited there for our connection to LA that I got the first indication of what I might’ve let myself in for: When Jack went to the bathroom, a lady — American of course, they’re so much more forward than we Brits — of about my own age and sitting nearby gave me a cheeky smile and whispered: casino siteleri “Way to go honey, that one looks like being fun; exhausting…but fun.” I suffered a few seconds of confusion before realisation dawned and I then turned beet red. Jack I like to think that I don’t ‘look my age’, but Anna’s-Jack is twenty-two years my junior and that discrepancy remained obvious — she thought I was travelling with my Toy Boy! I was too flustered to explain and too embarrassed to mention the incident to Jack on his return; it was a relief to hear our flight called and hurry away, but the lady caught my eye as we parted and gave me another meaningful smile and a thumbs-up signal too.

Following that incident I became more aware and began to notice that quite a few women of a certain age who marked Jack and I as a ‘couple’, would immediately run an appraising eye over his 6’2″ frame and if they also caught my eye, would share a secretive and often rather covetous smile. I quickly lost that feeling of needing to correct them, indeed I found myself clinging to Jack just a little bit tighter; it was quite the novelty and something an ego boost, to bathe in their misconstrued envy. It was during that second flight when I discovered the complication which their yearnings had caused, it seemed that the fantasies and dreams of those Cougars had triggered my own flights of fancy. These were far from seemly when I was awake and thumbing distractedly through a magazine, but during the two hours which I slept en-route to LA, my dreams turned down right indecent; I awoke so flushed that Jack expressed concern, but he was the last person in whom I was going to confide.

With the change in time zones we arrived reasonably early, but it had been a long day so having reached our hotel — by way of that Hollywood sign, at my insistence — we agreed that a quiet dinner at the hotel, followed by an early night was the way to go. We’d known all along that we’d be sharing a room, but each of us had promised that we didn’t snore and we’d seen that all the hotels were providing two queen sized beds in our rooms; so all that was required was to behave like the adults we both were and respect each others privacy. The theory had sounded good, but we suffered the first faux-pas getting ready for dinner that very evening: Jack showered first, returned to the bedroom wearing a bathrobe and passed dominion of the bathroom over to me; I’m sure that he also said he was going out onto the balcony? I’d barely been in the bathroom for a minute before realising that I’d forgotten my make-up bag and without thought popped back to the bedroom to get it.

I intruded upon Jack at a most inappropriate moment and the situation perhaps wasn’t helped by my only being clad in a bra and panties myself; averting my eyes, I grabbed the damned bag and scuttled red-faced and apologising back into the bathroom. I was in there a very long time, I’m sure Jack must’ve thought I’d drowned? My mind was in a tizzy, so besides being none too eager to go back out to discuss what’d happened, I was trying to untangle those thoughts that our encounter had unleashed: Jack had been stark naked and his tawny body was every bit as buff as one might imagine, his days as a professional sportsman were over — a knee injury — but he was still clearly working out regularly and that cock… how on earth did Anna accommodate that? I really couldn’t have avoided seeing it; semi-erect and resting in his hand as he lightly stroked the length of it; what, indeed whom was he thinking about as he’d been doing that?

Jack had looked shocked when I appeared, but in the instant before, he’d been wearing a look of…excitement perhaps? I was long married and had a son of my own, so I was in no doubt as to what Jack had been doing in the moment güvenilir casino that I’d entered. And his expression afterwards? The look of surprise and concern had passed quickly; while Jack watched me retreating to the bathroom he’d worn a look of…of…, I really couldn’t read it, or perhaps I just didn’t dare to? My own response was no better, perhaps worse? The glimpse I’d had of Jack naked, seemed to entwine with the indecorous musings that I’d enjoyed on the plane and perhaps more worryingly, with the far more salacious dream which had followed. And like some ghostly voyeur, the face of that women from Baltimore Airport hovered on the edge of my thoughts, with her wicked smile and that thumbs-up.

I’ve no idea how long I spent wool-gathering beneath the shower, but I was abruptly brought back from it by the orgasm which ripped through me! I hope to God my yelp of climax hadn’t been loud enough for Jack to hear? I was mortified to discover that my fingers had been dancing unnoticed between my legs; for how long exactly? Dear God I’d just brought myself off while thinking about my Son-in-Law, that was simply too outrageous for words; I spun the thermostat to ice-cold and forced myself to stand beneath the frigid torrent, it felt an apt self-punishment for an immoral bitch in dire need of cooling off! When I did eventually join Jack on the balcony, he commented on my shrieks; rather than enquire as to which ones he referred, I passed any and all off as being due to my disturbing the shower’s temperature control.

We enjoyed a very pleasant dinner and made plans for the following day, but the atmosphere was somewhat reserved; my intruding upon Jack’s wank was undoubtedly the elephant in the room. Afterwards I went back to our suite first and got myself into bed while Jack had a night-cap in the bar before following. Jack arrived perhaps thirty minutes later, he didn’t put on the light as he picked-up his pyjamas and went into the bathroom, whilst I lay quietly, facing away and feigning sleep. Jack was equally unobtrusive five minutes later, when he again tip-toed across the room in darkness and climbed into bed; but that saw an end to my charade, it was my bed that Jack had got into! My breath caught at his trespass, I remained motionless and silent as he snuggled in behind me, I ignored his hand settling on my hip and his lips too, which fluttered at my neck and ear, but when his cock pressed against my thigh…

It felt every bit as big as it had looked earlier and with my nightdress having some how rucked-up, it had slipped beneath the hem to rest directly against my skin. I could feel a drop of moisture issuing from it’s tip, we were flesh on flesh: Jack was naked! That realisation drew another whimpering gasp from me, there was no question that I was wide awake, but still I remained immobile, even when the hand at my hip slid upward and gently cupped my breast. Jack’s fingers began searching for and quickly found, my erect nipple; it was only then, in the moment that Jack’s fingers began toying with that swollen bud that I gave up any pretence and finally responded, albeit in a quiet and rather tremulous voice: “W..wh…what do you think you’re doing Jack? You’re in my bed.”

“I know which bed I’m in Carol; I’m here to fuck you.” I couldn’t believe how calmly he’d replied, I was so astonished it left me speechless once again, though Jack seemed to have no such problem: “If I don’t fuck you now we’ll both lay awake all night wondering when I shall and the same on every successive night until I eventually do; we both know it’s going to happen before the trip’s over. My guess was that we’d both get too much to drink one night, have a drunken screw and then blame it on the drink afterwards; we can do it that way if you insist, but I think canlı casino we’d enjoy it a whole lot more sober?”

My heart was racing, it was some seconds before I managed a reply: “W…wh..what about Jack; my Jack…and Anna too, what do we say to them?”

A small chuckle from Jack: “We’re visiting Las Vegas while we’re here Carol; what’s that old adage? ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’, I’m pretty sure that applies in Los Angeles too.”

“If…if I… say yes… and let you do it tonight, will that be it; w-wi-will you leave me alone for the rest of the trip or will you want me again?”

Another chuckle: “I’ve wanted you ever since I first met you and that’ll be the same every night, just like I want you whenever we meet back home; that can’t be changed. The question is rather will I get you? I’m not going to rape you Carol, if you say no, then I’ll move over to the other bed and I won’t come back or even mention it again, unless or until you invite me to do so.”

I don’t know which I found the more outrageous, Jack’s wicked proposal, or my own shameless response; I was certainly responding and not in a way which did me credit. I was again lost for words, so instead gripped Jack’s encroaching hand, plucked it free from my breast and guided it down, beneath the hem of my night gown, where I pressed it against the very centre of my womanhood. Jack’s fingers began exploring the moment that I released them and my powers of speech — or at least sound — returned then too; signalled by a protracted, almost animalistic, groan of welcome and encouragement.

I wasn’t wearing panties beneath my night gown and as Jack’s fingers slid easily into my pussy he moaned: “Jeez, you’re fucking dripping Carol.”

I was smiling as I replied: “Having seen the size of your cock, that’s perhaps for the best.”

That was the end of any discussion or indeed fore-play; Jack shuffled around behind me, tugged my nightgown a little higher and pressed forward, replacing those intruding fingers with his magnificent cock. It was every bit as large as I’d anticipated and even with my juices in full-flood, Jack had to work hard to ease it into my pussy; I was a forty-six year old mother of three, how could my daughter cope with him? That thought brought me up short — sod my-Jack, but I was cheating on my daughter too — and had Anna’s-Jack been just a moment later in beginning to spoon-fuck me, I like to tell myself that I would’ve seen sense and stopped him. As it was was I responded with another bestial moan and pressed back to meet Jack’s penetration; I really was gagging for it!

That first time Jack was slow and gentle, each penetration felt considered and separate, but still it didn’t last very long, Jack had only penetrated me a dozen times before he released his own animalistic roar and flooded my womb with his semen. Don’t think I’m complaining, I was being racked by my own climax before then and as a bonus my guilt was somewhat assuaged by the short duration of our coupling; it seemed that I wasn’t the only one who’d been gagging for it!

We lay quietly for some while before Jack made as if to fuck me once again; I checked him almost before he’d begun, but in reassurance I moved his hand from my hip, back onto my breast as I whispered: “Not tonight Jack, I need some sleep; we’ve got two weeks to fuck each other senseless, so let’s wait until morning for round two.”

Jack’s hand closed about my breast, his thumb lightly flicking my still swollen nipple as he whispered: “OK, that’s a date.”

As I floated in sated lethargy toward sleep, I gently chided Jack: “You were taking one helluva risk, just climbing into my bed like that.”

That sexy-chuckle and another squeeze to my breast preceded the response: “Not really, you may not snore Carol, but you certainly talk in your sleep; it it’d been dark on that flight from Baltimore to LA, I’d have fucked you before we even landed.”

Oh God, what had I said during that salacious dream? I’d have to ask tomorrow, when I’d sufficient energy to pay the price…