Ch. 5 – We go home, right?

Nora disappeared into the bathroom. I watched her naked bottom as she walked away and stayed put. With my hands clasped behind my head, I stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Nora had been by my side for over twenty years. Our marriage was nearly as long. In all that time, neither of us had ever strayed—I had no doubts about her faithfulness. But tonight, that had changed. Of course, it wasn’t cheating; we had made this decision together. I had even taken the final step alone by canceling the Uber.

But why had I done it? In my mind’s eye, I saw Nora and Marcus on the bed again. Their orgasms—there was no other word for it—had been almost explosive, absolutely spectacular. Was this now the new standard I had to live up to? The thought unsettled me.

At least Nora seemed to be in a good mood, and our brief sex had been good for me, at least. My quick climax, I attributed to the overwhelming excitement that had built up throughout the evening.

I found myself wondering yet again what had happened during the half hour I’d slept through. How quickly and in what way had they started? I’d only joined in for the main event.

The sound of the shower drifted from the bathroom. Nora was sweaty from the extended session, and I had finished inside her. A shower wasn’t really necessary for my five-minute contribution, but for her, it made sense.

I pulled myself together, got dressed, and gathered Nora’s clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair. Then I headed back into the living area of the suite. Marcus was sitting there, back in his old seat, wearing only boxer shorts. He held a bottle in one hand and his iPhone in the other.

He looked up at me. Facing him felt strange—this was the man who had just driven my wife to ecstasy.

"Help yourself to the minibar," he offered. "There’s water, cola, and other stuff."

I identified his bottle as an expensive water. I was thirsty too, and grabbing something from the minibar gave me a distraction while waiting for Nora to finish so we could leave. I picked out a Coke—the sugar boost was exactly what I needed.

"You’ve got a great woman there," Marcus said, putting his phone down to look at me. "Beautiful and not a—excuse my language—crazy bitch like Marcella. Never get involved with a Latina."

"I’m all set," I replied and sat down on the sofa.

"You are," Marcus said, stretching. "If your lady ever needs a few relaxing hours, you’ve got my card. But the night’s not over yet."

"It’s late. We should probably start thinking about heading home."

"The suite has a second bedroom."

His words hung in the air between us for a few seconds. They sounded like a friendly offer, but there might have been some ulterior motives. Maybe he hadn’t had enough of my Nora yet. As a single guy, it wasn’t every day he got to enjoy himself with such a stunning woman.

On closer thought, though, I dismissed the idea as complete nonsense. This man—sitting there in just his boxer shorts, showing off his sculpted, muscular body—probably had no trouble finding women for one-night stands.

And yet, he had just reminded me again that his business card was a way to stay in contact beyond tonight. The only conclusion to draw was that he had enjoyed himself with Nora and wouldn’t mind a repeat.

A tingling sensation spread through me at the thought. What would it be like to experience Nora with him again? Including the parts I had missed this time. I was particularly interested in whether oral sex had taken place. Had Marcus' thick, big cock even fit in Nora's mouth, or had she only been able to play around it with her tongue?

I took a sip of Coke to regain my thoughts. It was probably better to let it sink in first before I went deeper into it - perhaps together with Nora. At the end of the day, this night was also supposed to stimulate our own sex life. I could have imagined us telling each other what it would have been like with a different partner. Perhaps we would have learned a new position from them, which we could then recreate and try out together.

As things stood, I could only act as a listener. I was missing the experience with another woman. I also thought it would be difficult to re-enact what Marcus and Nora had done together. I didn't have a cock like him wagging between my legs, nor did I have any idea how I could elicit the sounds from Nora that Marcus had gotten out of her. Measured against my expectations, the outcome of the evening was sobering. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to feel that what we had done was wrong. I would be lying if I claimed it hadn’t been a pleasurable experience for me.

A few large gulps of Coke should drive this thought away. It would have been pleasurable if I had been lying on a second bed with another woman. Instead of just being a spectator, we could have occasionally glanced at the other bed. Under these circumstances, it would certainly have been very arousing to see my wife with another man.

But the circumstances that evening were different. Instead of making first contacts and then taking the plunge with another couple at some point in the future, we had jumped in at the deep end. At least Nora had - I stood at the edge of the pool and watched her enjoy herself. And damn it, why did I enjoy just watching? I'd never been particularly interested in being a spectator in my life so far. The only sporting events I had attended in the last ten years had been those of our children.

The door to the bedroom slid open, and Nora came running in. To my surprise, she hadn’t gotten dressed yet but was wearing a white bathrobe.

"Come here," Marcus said, setting his smartphone aside and placing the water bottle on the table.

I stayed silent. My eyes followed her as my mind raced, trying to figure out what to make of this. The evening was supposed to have ended by now.

"Your husband was actually ready to head home," Marcus informed her, sparing me from having to say it myself.

"Oh, was he?" Nora looked at me, perhaps noting that, unlike her, I was already fully dressed. Our eyes met briefly before she turned back to Marcus. I wasn’t sure if she was looking at his face or at his boxer shorts—probably at what lay behind them, the object of her lingering desire.

That settled the last question of what she would prefer to do. If it were up to Nora, she would have gone another round with Marcus right then and there.

It was a sobering realization, especially considering what I had witnessed between them earlier. Nora’s lustful sounds still echoed in my mind. This was supposed to reignite our sex life—exciting, liberating, maybe even a little risky. But this good? So intense that, with some distance, I was starting to wonder how I could ever compete.

Nora took a step back. "I’m sorry, Marcus, but I think it’s time for us to leave."

"I understand," Marcus replied, showing no hint of disappointment. "One last kiss?"

Nora glanced at me briefly, but apparently, she didn’t need my approval. Before I could nod, she took Marcus’s outstretched hand and let him pull her onto his lap, sitting sideways. His right hand wrapped around the small of her back. Without much prelude, their lips met.

My breath caught in my throat. I would have liked to appear more indifferent, but I couldn’t look away. Nora pressed herself against Marcus, their tongues entwined in an unrestrained kiss. It was the kind of raw passion I’d expect from new lovers—not from their first dates, but after a few months, when the need to show affection and desire for each other’s bodies was at its peak.

I stared, perplexed, and perhaps with my mouth slightly open. Was that really my Nora? The same woman who, until a year ago, had spent much of her free time working on the parents’ council and the support association at our children’s school. All of that was behind her now. What would the other parents think if they saw how the once-dedicated Nora Haas was now spending her free time? Although, you certainly couldn’t deny her dedication to this kiss.

And what would they think of me? Her husband watching her kissing someone else and instead of intervening, he's got a hard cock in his pants again. Fuck! What's wrong with me? And what's wrong with Nora?

The last thought shot out of me as she lowered herself from Marcus' lap onto the floor in front of him. Her hands gripped his boxers, but then she hesitated. Apparently she finally remembered my existence. Her head turned towards me - her husband.

What are you doing? one of my inner voices wanted to shout at her. That was supposed to be nothing more than a goodbye kiss. Now she was kneeling in front of him and seemed to want to get up to some more nonsense. But it was just one of many voices. Others demanded that she rip Marcus' boxers off so that her lips could pounce on his cock.

But Nora didn't do me that favor. She didn't move at all. She held eye contact with me, frozen. Was she struggling to decide whether she should really do this? Or was she waiting for my permission?

There was no point in clinging to false hopes. She was only interested in securing my approval for another act that would take us yet another step away from the traditional marriage we had once known.

But I couldn’t give her that approval. Like her, I was frozen, paralyzed by a storm of conflicting thoughts. One of them screamed at me to get up, pull Nora away from Marcus, and drag her out of room 708 like a caveman. Away from this madness.

But beyond the fact that she was only wearing a bathrobe, there were countless other reasons not to do it. Chief among them was that it wasn’t who I was. We were a team. We made our decisions together—especially the big ones. And this was, without question, one of the biggest.

But did it even matter what we did over the next few hours? Nora had already given herself to another man. What did it matter if she licked his cock again right now?

And didn't I want to see that too? Did the desperately horny Paul Haas want to watch his wife grab another man's cock, bring it to her mouth and press it between her lips?

There were those voices inside me too. This cacophony of thoughts made it impossible for me to make a decision. None of them took the lead.

"Paul, Nora," Marcus said in a calm voice. "I think it’s best if you head home now."

I have to give him credit—he didn’t try to exploit the situation for his own gain.

Nora stood up. I expected her to head into the bedroom to get dressed so we could finally leave. Instead, she walked around the small table and came over to me. She sat down on my lap, just as she had done with Marcus earlier. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her face came so close to mine that I could feel her breath.

"Your decision," she whispered in my ear.

I saw Marcus get up behind her. "I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy spending a little more time with Nora," he said. "But only if you both agree. Take your time. The door at the back on the right is a second bedroom. Even if you decide against it, you don’t have to leave right away—it’s late."

Marcus walked away. We watched him until he disappeared into the bedroom where he and Nora had been together earlier. He closed the door behind him. This decision was ours alone to make. Still, we wouldn’t be able to leave without saying goodbye—Nora’s clothes were still in there.

Nora turned her attention back to me. She pressed her forehead against mine. I don’t think either of us knew what to say.

"And now?" I asked.

"Still your decision," Nora replied.

"If I want to go home, then…"

"… then we’ll go."

"But you’d rather stay, wouldn’t you?"

"Didn’t we have… fun?"

"You’re having fun."

Nora looked at me with wide eyes. "But we had our fun in between, didn't we?" She probably meant our five-minute sex. "And that's what it's all about, a revival."

"I'm not saying we made a mistake either. We did what we discussed. At least something like that. It wasn't planned to go straight into action today, nor that only one of us would make a move."

"A little spontaneity and variety doesn't hurt us either."

"You mean Tuesday night sex instead of Saturday night?"

"Why instead of? How about in addition?"

"I'm looking forward to Saturday," I joked.

Nora pressed herself against me. "I'll make sure it's special for you." She kissed me. The kiss started off cautiously, just our lips pressing against each other. But it became more and more intense. Nora slipped her tongue into my mouth and I greeted her happily.

I remembered that it had only been a few minutes since Nora and Marcus had dueled with their tongues. It should have felt strange for me to follow another man. But it didn't. Instead, my lust took over. I pushed the bathrobe off Nora's shoulders to take her breasts in my hand. My thumb played with one of her nipples.

"Fuck!" Nora exclaimed.

"What is it?"

"I need more - and I don't care if it's Marcus or you. But it has to be right now."

"You would choose Marcus?"

"Who says it has to be an either-or decision?"

Nora tugged at my pants. To get a better grip, she let herself slide off me onto the floor. She was now kneeling in front of me, just like she had recently done with Marcus. However, I wasn't just wearing boxer shorts. So she had to free me from my pants and underpants. I freed myself from my shoes. I simply slipped them off without undoing the laces. Every unnecessary second had to be saved so that Nora could pounce on my cock as soon as possible.

My best piece was finally free. He had been hard for a long time. Ever since Nora had come into the living area in her bathrobe, he had waited excitedly to see what would happen. Now Nora took my cock in her hand and brought it to her lips. Her tongue played around my glans. Her spit spread all over it. She didn't hesitate for long and let it slide all the way inside her.

Nora's head shot up and down. I watched in fascination. I didn't get a blowjob every time we had sex on a Saturday night, but it wasn't unusual either. It was definitely part of our foreplay once a month. But it usually stayed that way. In twenty years, I may have seen her go all the way to the end of a blowjob just as often. But judging by her intensity, that seemed to be the plan.

I pushed my pelvis towards her, because it couldn't go fast enough for me. The lust inside me had to come out, it demanded to be released.

It was definitely the best blowjob I'd had from her in a long time. Whether it was due to her haste, my lust or both is hard to say. I tried to hold back to savor the experience a little longer, but then it suddenly overtook me.

"I'm coming!" I shouted in warning.

Nora released my cock from her mouth and grabbed it with her hand. Just in time before my first squirt. It flew high into the air. Nora had moved a little to the side so that my cum landed on the bathrobe rather than on her. Smaller squirts followed, but I found them quite remarkable considering the fact that I had already come once before. After the first orgasm, we were usually done with sex for the rest of the day.

I let myself fall back onto the sofa, exhausted. Nora climbed up to me and leaned against me. My cock lay limp between my legs. I was exhausted and tired. This evening had been quite a challenge. Cumming twice was great and had taken strength, but of course it hadn't finished me off. It was the emotional rollercoaster ride that kept me going. I would have loved to close my eyes and sleep. But then I would probably have woken up a second time to the sound of Nora and Marcus engaged in a wild fuck.

"And now?" I asked, fully aware that I was leaving everything open. I was almost putting it in Nora's hands.

"We're staying until tomorrow morning?" Nora asked in return. I probably didn't deserve anything other than this counter-question.

"Yes," I sighed and resigned myself to my fate.

"Come on," Nora said, taking my hand and pulling me up from the sofa. She wanted to go to the bedroom to join Marcus. "Leave them here, you won’t need them." I had been about to pick up my clothes to get dressed. Facing Marcus naked made me feel uncomfortable, of course, partly because of the unflattering comparison of our equipment. Still, I made no further attempt to gather my clothes.

Nora led the way and opened the door. This time, I would be there from the very beginning and wouldn’t miss anything. Nora seemed to have quickly shed her nervousness, and I was no longer in the category of too many eyes.