Room 56

Always be professional, thought Geraldine as headed to Room 56, the box of tricks under her arm. She had picked out a few dildos in different shapes and sizes. Dildos as a plural didn’t feel right. Should it be an ‘excitement of dildos’ perhaps?

What will I find in Room 56? She was always fascinated by the people who came to the resort. Every day brought something new. Just when she thought she had seen or experienced everything there would be another experience.

The room was in the other direction from Carol’s and it took her about five minutes to make her way there. It was now early afternoon and the resort seemed a little busier. Her necklace was red and even though some men had noticed her they did leave her alone.

She knocked on the door.

“Room service,” she called out.

Probably better than shouting sex toy delivery service, she thought.

A male voice in the room called out “Come.”

I plan to, she thought. Never gets old.

Geraldine opened the door and went in. She was surprised to find a man and woman in the room.

What’s happening here? she thought, looking around the room for clues.

The man was lying on the bed wearing a pair of white boxers that emphasized his tan. He clearly looked after himself. He was trim with good muscle definition.

The woman was sitting at a table by the window. She was wearing a robe, with her black hair tied up in a bun. It accentuated her long neck on which Geraldine could see the jewelled necklace which was currently red.

Maybe he was waiting to see if it changes colour, thought Geraldine.

“You look a little confused,” the man smiled. “We’re a couple -- Mike and Lorna. We’ve been here before and enjoy it, it lets us explore new aspects of our sexuality.”

Geraldine nodded and smiled back. She’d heard that some couples used the resort in that way.

What are they exploring, she wondered.

“I’ve brought what you ordered,” she announced as she placed the box on the edge of the bed. “I brought a selection as the message was a little vague.”

She took out the handcuffs and the gag and placed them beside the box so the man and woman could see them. Next she began to take out the dildos. There was a variety of sizes, shapes and colours, ranging from a slim pink six inch item a lady might carry in her purse, to a long thick black truncheon that wouldn’t look out of place on a horse.

She caught Lorna’s eye as she put the black dildo on the bed and saw she was now wide-eyed.

“I’ll take ones you don’t want back and you won’t be charged for them. Which do you fancy?”

“You chose, dear,” Mike said, looking at Lorna.

Lorna went over and began to pick through the selection. She took two, one a blue, eight inch silicone dildo and other a much thicker purple, six inch dildo. Both had suction cups.

“That one is very thick,” Geraldine noted. “Not everyone can take it. You will probably need a lot of lube.”

“Add the black one to the pile,” Mike grinned. “Lorna’s just being shy. I saw how she looked at it.”

Geraldine did as she was asked. “Is there anything more I can do for you right now?”

“Well, that’s a good question,” Mike hummed. “Do you know what a ‘cake’ is?”

Of course I know what a cake is, Geraldine thought. But it might be more fun to play dumb.

“I don’t think I do. I’m guessing we are not talking about cake that you eat?”

“My wife wants to explore being a cuckquean, a woman who likes to see her husband fuck other women. The ‘cake’ is the other woman,” explained Mike.

Loves me a bit of mansplaining, Geraldine thought.

“So what are the toys for?” she asked.

“We had a scenario in mind,” said Mike. “All we need now is another woman. We’d been hoping that person who brought the toys over might have been that person. But I see your necklace is red.”

Geraldine turned the proposition over in her mind. While her necklace was red Mike couldn’t make her do anything, but she could always decide to do something if she wanted. He looked good and Geraldine knew how she responded to having someone like Lorna as an audience. At the same time if this was their first time she couldn’t be sure how Lorna would react when it was actually happening. The move from fantasy to reality could be bumpy at times. She wondered what the scenario they had in mind might be.