Greet Amanda, still naked

My confidence was still soaring after hearing my gorgeous slave wife admit she was getting turned on at the idea of watching me fuck another woman. If she hadn't brought these contracts into our life, I'd probably never have even considered the idea, but now...

I looked through the peephole to make sure she was alone, and of course to check the girl out. She was indeed alone, pushing a cart with a covered tray on it, and she was cute! She wasn't magazine-cover-gorgeous, like my wife, but she was pretty and trim, with large blue eyes that gave her face a sweet, innocent look.

I pulled the door open, hiding nothing.

I watched as her perky, professional smile melted into surprise and then shock as her eyes traveled down my naked body. Her mouth fell open at the sight of my raging erection, thick and swollen.

Her first response was to simply freeze for a moment. Short-circuiting whatever secondary response was coming, I said, "Amanda, right? I was hoping it would be you. You can put that inside, on the table."

I stepped out of the way, holding the door wide for her to pass. It was the newlywed suite, if she was willing to play ball with me here, she was definitely not as innocent as she looked.

She recovered and glanced around in the hallway before taking a long look at my dick, then apparently made up her mind. "It is my pleasure to serve you, sir." Her voice was even sexier in person.

The door closed solidly behind us as I followed her inside. She gasped again, loudly, and said, "What the fuck?"

She found my wife, still naked on the couch. The girl hurried back towards me, but I caught her gently around the waist and led her back to the middle of the room. "Hey, relax, Amanda. That's just my wife."

"Yes, but why is she here??" Her tone made it clear she knew I was married, but expected to me to be doing this behind my new wife's back. How many times had she done this before, I wondered. It occurred to me there was a chance she did this to blackmail cheaters.

"Relax, Amanda. She just wants to watch, don't you, love?" I nodded to Jane, encouraging her to speak.

She nodded slowly in response. "Yes, I do." Her eyes were locked on Amanda with a serious intensity. I knew she was struggling with this, but her determination was impressive. After looking the cute hotel staff girl over, she shifted slightly. "Oh, relax, girl. This isn't some trick; I won't interfere." She took another calming breath, and added, "Now, please attend to my husband." She raised her eyes to mine. "May I touch myself while you play with your slut, Master?"

Amanda gaped, but to my great amusement, rather than get insulted at my wife's very bold choice of words, she looked excited. "Wait... Master?" She looked from her to me and back. "Oh, so this is like some fetish thing. Making your wife watch? That's hot!" She turned and pressed her body against me, wrapping one slender hand around my throbbing cock. "I like a man with authority... Master." Purring that last word, she looked up at me suggestively, large eyes peering at me through long lashes. "And holy fuck, most men make sure their wives are gone. This is so much hotter."