Back to the Hotel

I wrapped Helen in my jacket and walked her and her cum-soaked body to the car. The ride back to the hotel was a blur; my thoughts kept returning to the events of tonight and Helen's performance. I tried to count the number of cocks Helen had serviced and lost my count at seven. We arrived at the hotel at four A.M. and, after passing by the critical eye of the desk clerk, were back in our room. We both fell asleep immediately.

I was awakened by the sound a sharp knocking at the hotel room door. Peering through the peephole, I saw that it was the maid, asking to make up the room.

"Can you return later," I said.

"This is the end of my shift," she said. "We stop maid service at five P.M.

Five P.M.? I thought. Then I realized that I had slept all day; the "Do Not Disturb" sign had been on the door all day long. I also realized that Helen was no where to be seen. A message was taped to the bathroom mirror with a rather cryptic message saying, "Be back later," followed by a drawing of a smiley face.

I let the maid in to clean the room and walked down to the lobby. There I asked the desk clerk if my wife had left a message for me. I learned that she had left in a cab about an hour ago. A call to the cab company told me her destination: the adult store we had visited last night.