Room 777

It all started when I got on a late May afternoon. I was heading to this five-star hotel in downtown Des Moines for my high school reunion. My wife and I hit a rough patch-- and by rough, I mean I caught her fucking her boss. I'd just found out hours earlier.

I had stopped by the house to grab a change of clothes hoping to look halfway decent for the reunion.

That's when I saw her.

She was lying there. In our bed. Face down. Getting railed in a doggy position by her boss.

I didn't say a word, I just left. Grabbed the best clothes I owned from my closet, the tux I wore to my wedding. Ironic, right?

I pulled up to the hotel door with numbing fury still pounding in my skull like a naval strike. I put the vehicle in park. I got out of the car, and handed the keys to the valet in silence.

I walked into the lobby and signed in. Then I headed to the bathroom to change into my wedding tux, something I had worn on a joyous night I held dear in memory now tainted by the actions she had done today.

It took me ten minutes to get the tuxedo on in the lobby bathroom. Ten minutes to paint on a brave face and push the pain down. I walked straight to the open bar in the ballroom. I sat down.

"Guinness," I said to the bartender.

I got a tap on my shoulder.

I look over half expecting an old friend only to see her.

Briah.

Her smile melted the cold steel in my chest. The little black dress she wore clung to her curves. The cleavage tried to spill out, and her ass - god, her phat ass was the same one from high school. Built from years of volleyball and the subject of more teenage wet dreams than I'd admit.

Briah was the type of girl who everyone wanted and she knew it. Guys, girls it didn't matter.

Briah smirked. "It's been a while..."

" you aged like fine wine," she said, trying not to giggle.

I looked her up and down dumbfounded. I wasn't sure why she was talking to me. Back in the day she was untouchable and unforgettable.

Sky-high strappy black pleasers. black thigh-high stockings. She didn't just age well - she'd leveled up.

I (half drunk and half stunned)

"Yeah... it has been a while. So what have you been up to?"

"People don't usually look at me like that unless they are slipping ones into my garter or snapping pics of me," she said.

"What," I half slurred trying to wrap my head around it.

" I became an esthetician, I'm going to college to be a nutritionist, model and I'm a stripper. What have you been up to," she said with a giggle.

" I got married and I started a successful business. I have had better days," I said as the bartender brought the second drink.

" What happened," she asked.

"I caught my wife fucking her boss today," I said before taking a sip of my drink.

"Her loss," she said.

"So a stripper. How long and why," I asked

"A year and a half. The fun of it. I do dances, extras, and private events for everyone," she said.

Then she leaned into my ear.

"Even old friends," she whispered.

"What," I asked as goosebumps began to go down my back.

" I usually don't mix business with pleasure but I have always been curious about something," she said with a giggle.

"But I'm married," I said.

" not for long the way your wife is going. Besides, I know you have always wanted me," she said.

Then she handed me a spare room key.

"It's room 777. Come on Daddy it's just a little fun," she giggled.

I started to get hard with every thought. I finished my drink and headed out to the ballroom. I stopped at the elevator and looked down at the keycard. It said room 777 on it.

I pressed the up button. A moment later, the elevator opened and I stepped in.

I pressed the 7 button. It took a few minutes then got to the floor.

The Private Show -- Your Schoolgirl Stripper Fantasy

The hotel room is bathed in dim, golden light, the air thick with anticipation. The bass of a slow, sultry song thrums through the room, setting the perfect rhythm for what's about to unfold. You're seated comfortably in a plush chair, the perfect vantage point, waiting. And then--she appears.

She steps into view, each deliberate click of her sky-high black Pleaser heels against the floor sending a jolt of excitement through you. She's dressed to tease, to tempt, to own the moment. A tiny plaid mini skirt hugs her hips, short enough to barely conceal the curve of her lace thong beneath. Her white button-up blouse is unbuttoned and knotted at the waist, offering a perfect glimpse of delicate lace lingerie underneath.

Her legs are wrapped in sheer, thigh-high stockings, held up by garter straps that beg to be touched. Dark, smoky eyes lock onto yours, framed by long, fluttering lash extensions, her lips painted a bold, glossy red--full, inviting, and utterly intoxicating.

She stops just short of you, tilting her head with that wicked little smirk. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" she purrs, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Then, she moves.

The Dance Begins

Her hips sway in slow, hypnotic circles, her fingers trailing teasingly up her own body--over her waist, her ribs, slipping just beneath the open fabric of her blouse. The music pulses, and she moves in time with it, rolling her body like she was made for this.

She turns, arching her back slightly, giving you the perfect view of lace and curves beneath that tiny skirt. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she glances over her shoulder, her gaze dark with mischief. She knows exactly what she's doing.

Then, she straddles your lap--not quite touching, just hovering, her breath warm against your skin. Her hands slide up your chest, nails grazing ever so slightly. You can feel the heat between you, the electric charge of her teasing.

Her lips hover just inches from yours. The scent of vanilla and something dangerously sweet fills your senses. "Do you want a taste?" she whispers.

And then--she kisses you.

The Kiss--And More Teasing

Her glossy red lips press against yours, slow, deliberate, sending a rush through your entire body. One hand tangles in your hair, the other resting lightly against your chest as she deepens the kiss--soft, warm, but teasingly brief.

Just as you lean in for more, she pulls back, grazing your lower lip with her teeth as she smirks.

"Ah, ah," she tuts playfully, her fingertips tracing down your jawline. "You don't get everything all at once."

She stands, rolling her hips as she moves just out of reach, swaying to the music, watching you with that glint in her eye.

"Sit back and enjoy the show," she purrs. "I'm just getting started."

The music swells, the room feels hotter and smaller, and she--**your private schoolgirl fantasy--**is just beginning her performance.

She slowly makes her way to her knees as she glides down my body with her hands tracing down it. She sits with her face at my crotch. She undoes my belt then unzips and unbuttons my jeans. The bulge was very evident with the pants open and my boxers showing.

"Daddy likes doesn't he," she said as she stared at it for a long moment.

"Yes he does," I said back as she pulled out my cock. She held the eight-inch shaft in her hands. She pressed her crimson lips to the head of my cock then started - meticulously - licked down my shaft. I groan as she goes down it. After a few minutes, she stopped.

She hiked up her skirt and slipped off her thong. She then grabbed my cock again but with one hand. She held it as she slid it into her pussy. She then started to rapidly go up and down on my cock.

"Yes, you whore. Keep going," I groaned.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm your whore. Yes DDaaadddyyy," She moaned as she came.

She continued to thrust herself up and down on my cock.

"I don't have a condom on. I'm about to cum. I can't. My wife would kill me if you got pregnant, Briah," I said.

She leaned in as she got down.

"She doesn't need to know Daddy," she whispered into my ear.

I came inside her.

"More Daddy," she said as she started to thrust herself on my cock again.

"Yes whore," I moan.

"Yes Daddy I want to be your pregnant Latina whore," she yelled.

Three hours later

" shit..... we missed the reunion," I said to Briah as I sat up in bed.

"So?"

She roughly pushed me back down to the bed.

"People are going to talk. And I'm still technically married," I said as she climbed on top of me. She leaned on top of me.

" not for long," she whispered into my ear.

" I haven't filed yet," I said.

" we will deal with that Monday. But I want you," she said.

"Well see if you get me," I said.

Then a knock at the door.

" Are you expecting anyone," I asked

"No, are you? I'll handle it," she said.

She got off of me, put on a silk robe, and went to check the door. I instinctually got up and followed her.

She cracked open the door. A man in a red polo shirt stood there.

" Sorry ma'am but we got a noise disturbance reported by neighboring guests," he said.

" Sorry, I just got a little excited with my boyfriend. We will keep it down," she said before she promptly shut the door.

I went back to bed. I checked my phone, no missed calls or texts from my wife.

Briah walked in still looking at the epitome of sex and beauty that she is.

" I'm guessing no texts or calls from her. She probably got the whole weekend lined up with studs. She was probably still getting railed right now," Briah said as she strutted her way back to bed. Climbing into it like a predator.

" What are you?" she asked as she pushed me back down on the bed.

"Done with her," I said.

" and," Briah said as her sharp crimson acrylic nails walked down my chest.

"Yours," I said.

" Good boy, now let me reward you with a treat," she said as she got up. She positioned her incredible ass over my face and sat down. A minute later she repositioned herself to where her pussy was at my mouth.

"Eat up," she said.

I started licking her pussy and sucking on the clit.

"Don't stop Daddy," she started to moan. I grabbed her thong and gagged her with it to prevent another noise complaint. Then everything went black.

I woke up next to Briah. Her beauty showed through in the early morning light as she cuddled with me. I look over to see a bottle of Champagne in a silver bucket on the nightstand. Two glasses sat next to it.

" Morning Daddy," she said as she rested her head on my chest.

"How was last night," I asked her as I instinctively wrapped my arm around her. Leaned over and She kissed me.

"You're mine," she said.

She sits up and pops the cork on the Champagne. She filled the glasses and handed me one.

"To us," she cheered as we toasted.