Wheels of my suitcase rattle over the train station tiles. Late evening in this faceless city, business training dragging on. Hotel looms across the street, neon sign flickering. Swipe the keycard at reception, elevator dings up to floor five. Corridor smells of carpet cleaner, distant doors slam. Room 512: crisp sheets, view of station lights, runway hum from nearby airport. Unpack minimally, black dress for dinner.
Downstairs bar buzzes with colleagues. All guys, draggers eyeing my curves. Dinner table laughs, wine flows. Under my plate, a folded note. Uncreased ordinary paper. ‘Tonight, naked in your room. Door ajar. Tie ankles to bedposts, thighs wide. Buy velvet blue cuffs from sex-shop opposite station. Cuff left wrist, chain behind headboard bars, right wrist locked. Lights off. Wait.’ Heart slams. They stare blank as I read, one smirks: ‘Good news?’
The Layover
Sex-shop reeks of lube and latex. Poupées gonflables leer, DVDs stack vulgar. Sleazy owner grins: ‘Pleasure guaranteed, fifteen euros.’ Velvet blue cuffs soft, keys dangling. Back to hotel, shower steam fogs mirror. Naked, towel-dry. Red scarf ties left ankle to footboard, black bra right. Thighs splayed obscene. Cuff left wrist, grope chain behind vertical bars, click right wrist trapped. Kill bedside light. Total black. Door cracked, blue corridor glow seeps. Pussy throbs wet, nipples hard. Train horns wail outside. Which one?
Lounge noises fade, footsteps near. Door creaks wider. Silence heavy. Bed dips. Rough hands grip thighs, spread wider. Hot mouth clamps nipple, sucks hard, teeth graze. Fingers probe slick folds, plunge deep. Gasp escapes. Cockhead nudges entrance, slams in raw. No condom, thick veined shaft stretches. Pounds relentless, balls slap ass. Grunts low, anonymous in dark. Flip me prone? No, stays missionary, knees pinned. Fingers circle clit, other hand fists hair. ‘Dirty slut,’ whispers. Cum builds, thighs quake. He bites neck, thrusts savage. I shatter, walls clench, juices squirt. He swells, floods hot deep inside.
The Transit
Pulls out sloppy, cum drips. Light flicks on. ‘Theo!’ Husband grins, cock slick glistening. ‘Knew you’d do it.’ Tricked, furious horny. Unties ankles, uncuffs. Fucks again slow, teasing. ‘Call your buddies?’ I beg. He dials, door opens later. Shadows enter, use me bound. Mouths cocks, cunts filled, orgasms rip.
Dawn cracks. Keycard beeps return at desk. Suitcase rolls back to station. Train pulls in, seats empty. Thighs ache, pussy tender, panties soaked cum. Phone buzzes: Theo’s text, ‘Safe travels, naughty wife.’ Smile lingers, city fades. Next stopover calls.