Chapter 71: Katie’s Oral Spectacle

A few weeks after returning from their trip to Mexico, Katie found herself in a moment of contemplation as she and her husband cruised down I-35. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, a slight tension in the air. Her lips, painted a striking dark red, contrasted beautifully against the tones of her skin, enhancing her natural allure. Her reddish-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with an elegance.

Earlier, she had left the MADD meeting prematurely, spinning a little white lie about a family gathering to her fellow members. Now, as she sat in their Cadillac Escalade, she cast a glance downward, taking in the sight of her sleek thigh-length black skirt and the dark blue button-down blouse that hugged her form. Her feet, adorned with black high-heeled shoes, revealed a flash of her boldly painted toenails peeking out, adding a playful touch to her otherwise sophisticated ensemble.

As they drove, a whirlwind of thoughts tumbled through Katie’s mind, a frenetic dance of contemplation and doubt. Should she go through with this, especially with Fred right there beside her? Yet, a small, insistent voice in the recesses of her mind whispered soothingly, reminding her it was “just a blowjob.” It was, after all, for her loving husband—her partner who had shown her forgiveness and understanding in the wake of past transgressions and ultimately revealed his desires and fantasies.

The alluring woman took a deep, steadying breath as she turned gracefully toward him, the classic rock music playing gently in the background from the radio. Her voice was a bit shaky as she cleared her throat, “Are...” she paused, inhaling deeply once more, “Are you sure about this?”

Fred’s lips curled into a confident smile, a warmth spreading through him as he replied, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” His heart raced with anticipation, and desire pulsed through him with an intensity that had kept him awake the previous night. The moment he witnessed his wife stepping out of the Mothers Against Drunk Driving board meeting, he felt a surge of longing. Her legs, perfectly sculpted and accentuated by high heels, along with the thigh-length skirt, exuded an undeniable allure. Her form-fitting button-down blouse highlighted her petite yet captivating breasts, while her hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulder, creating an image of stunning beauty. His stomach tightened with anticipation, “I mean,” he hesitated, concern flickering in his eyes, “Are you still comfortable with this? I can always turn back.” The beauty of his wife sent chills through him as he had to suppress these desires since watching her at the Mrs. America pageant or while at the dingy Kansas City adult theater.

The alluring woman gazed thoughtfully out the window, her eyes surveying the wheat fields, before she finally spoke. “I’m okay. I just don’t want us to change,” she murmured, her voice a soft blend of worry and hope. She shifted slightly in her seat, the fabric rustling beneath her. “I mean, I’m sure Dr. Tilbury wouldn’t approve if she knew what we were doing,” she added, a hint of uncertainty weaving through her words.

Fred nodded thoughtfully, “I know, but she’s just repeating what’s in her books. I feel like, as two consenting adults, we’re the ones who truly know what’s best for us when we’re ready to explore, right?”

Katie nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and concern. “As long as you promise this won’t change what we have,” she said softly. “I know my past actions haven’t helped our relationship, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

His mind swirled with everything she had confessed to him over the past month. Her words echoed in his thoughts, a persistent, haunting melody. “You will never lose me, Katie,” he reassured her, his voice firm yet gentle. He glanced over at her, reaching out with a steady hand to place it on her bare knee. Her skin was soft, like the finest silk, and the simple touch sent a surge of warmth and energy coursing through his body, tingling with an electric charge. “If you are uncomfortable doing this,” he continued softly, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation, “then I’ll turn around and we will message Brandon.” The offer hung in the air between them, a lifeline of understanding and support.

Katie gently placed her hand atop her husband’s, her voice soft yet resolute. “No. I’m fine. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make us both happy, and this is just exploring a new side of us.” She took his hand into her own, squeezing it tightly, the warmth of her touch conveying her sincerity. “I love you,” she swallowed hard, “I know you want to see me do this.”

“I love you too,” Fred replied, his smile broad and reassuring. “And no matter what, that isn’t going to change!” As he passed a car he noticed the driver did a double take as he stared at his sexy wife, “I really do want to see you do it. Be vulnerable but yet in control.” He smiled as he breathed in deep. Their hands lingered together, intertwined like vines, as the car glided down the Interstate, the soft strains of music providing a comforting backdrop. With each mile that passed, Fred felt a growing anticipation, his heart beating in rhythm with the clicking of the odometer. The 100 mile trip seemed to last forever. The electricity between them grew stronger with every mile as did his throbbing cock in his slacks.

Katie’s heart raced in her chest as she swallowed hard as she saw the sign for Emporia, Kansas. A few minutes into the city Fred turned into the parking lot of the Budget Host Inn. He pulled in next to the front door as he scanned the motel, “Okay,” he swallowed hard, his voice tinged with both excitement and anxiety, “we’re here.” He glanced over at his wife, noticing the flush on her cheeks that mirrored his own apprehension.

Katie gazed out the window at the rundown motel, a stark contrast to the luxurious hotels they usually frequented, with their sweeping views of breathtaking landscapes. This single-story, tan-bricked motel seemed to be frozen in time, a relic from the 1970s. The parking lot was nearly deserted, just a few cars parked outside the doors of the respective rooms. Tall weeds sprouted defiantly through the cracked asphalt, and a few broken-down cars languished in the corners. Katie swallowed hard, her eyes meeting Fred’s, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepared to step into the unknown.

Fred noticed the glint of disappointment in her eyes. He gave a nonchalant shrug, trying to brush off the tension. “It’s about halfway between Wichita and Kansas City,” he explained, his voice a mix of apology and reasoning. “I didn’t think it had to be anything too fancy.”

Katie took a deep breath, shaking her head gently, “You’re right,” she mumbled softly, “It doesn’t need to be fancy.” A warm smile spread across her face, and the corners of her painted lips seemed to glow as she sighed. “Go check-in,” she added with a nod.

Fred opened the car door and stepped into the dimly lit lobby, where an older gentleman greeted him with a polite nod. Fred attempted to maintain a casual demeanor, though his nervousness was palpable. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I get a room away from other occupied rooms?” He gestured subtly toward the secluded rooms in the southern corner of the parking lot. The old man followed Fred’s gaze through the lobby window, catching sight of the beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat, and nodded knowingly. The seasoned clerk, having witnessed countless scenarios over the years, selected a key with a slight smirk, “$53.00.”

Fred fumbled with his wallet, managing to pull out the cash and hand it over. The clerk passed him a key labeled “Room 16,” his eyes lingering on Fred with a scrutinizing gaze. Fred could almost feel the assumptions forming in the clerk’s mind, perhaps imagining Katie as a high-priced escort or suspecting they were both married and seeking a clandestine rendezvous. Either possibility sent a thrill through Fred as he walked back to the waiting, idling Escalade.

He briskly walked back out of the lobby and settled into the driver’s seat of the SUV, the engine humming softly as he pulled forward towards the back corner of the parking lot. Their vehicle came to a halt, and with a swift motion, he opened his door and strode purposefully toward the hotel room door. He was unsure why he felt the need to hurry; after all, the likelihood of encountering a familiar face in this secluded spot was incredibly low.

Katie gracefully slid out of the car, her eyes scanning the neglected parking lot. Her knees felt unsteady as she approached the entrance to the room, each step felt uneasy as her knees shook.

Fred unlocked the door, and they stepped into the dimly lit room that seemed frozen in time, untouched for decades. The motel room was a testament to poor choices, its air dense with the mingled odors of mildew, stale cigarettes, and cheap disinfectant. The once vibrant floral wallpaper had faded into a peeling, yellowed husk, curling like autumn leaves at the edges. The carpeting, worn thin, had faded into a patchy, dark orange, uneven and threadbare in spots.

Against the wall, a battered dresser leaned precariously, its warped drawers refusing to close completely. Atop the dresser sat a bulky television, the screen coated in dust except for the few streaks where fingers had traced patterns across the glass. The single queen-sized bed was a lumpy, disheveled heap, covered with a floral print blanket.

In a corner, a small wooden circular table and two mismatched chairs huddled together beneath a wooden lamp. An alcove extended off the room, featuring a beige countertop with a sink and a large oval mirror that captured the room’s dreary reflection. A small doorway off the alcove creaked open to reveal a bathroom with cracked tiles and a shower streaked with rust, its faucet dripping in a slow, maddening rhythm. A cockroach scuttled into the shadows behind the toilet, vanishing from sight.

Fred cringed, “They at least made it look better online.” He glanced around again and noticed the contrast his wife had in the old rundown room. She looked beautiful and sexy and he couldn’t believe what was about to happen, “Are you okay?” Fred asked.

“Yes,” Katie sighed deeply, her voice barely above a whisper, “Are you still okay with this? We keep asking each other the same thing,” she sighed.

Fred shook his head, taking a deep, steadying breath. His heart was pounding, and he could feel the anticipation coursing through him. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he admitted, his voice sincere and full of longing. “I’m sorry I keep asking. I just want to be sure that you’re comfortable with going through with it. With me being here and watching.” He paused, drawing in another deep breath to calm his nerves, “I’m just nervous.” He took his wife’s hand and spun her towards him as he wrapped his arms around her.

She nodded quickly in agreement, her hands were full of nerves as they fidgeted slightly. “So am I,” Katie admitted, her smile wavering between reassurance and the thrill of anticipation. She laid her head against his chest. “It excites me that this turns you on,” she whispered as she felt the undeniable hardness pressing into her groin.

“I can’t help it,” he smirked. “I still don’t think you understand how long I’ve wanted this to happen.” He released Katie as he heard a car in the parking lot as he looked out the window only to watch it drive away into the distance. Fred paced anxiously back and forth across the small, dimly lit room, the tension in the air almost palpable. “You should message Brandon and tell him which room we’re in,” he urged, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath the surface.

Katie’s hand trembled as she picked up her phone, her pulse quickening with each passing second. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead, and she clasped her shaking hand with her other one in an effort to steady herself.

Her eyes darted to the screen as she opened her Google Chat with Brandon, her heart pounding in rhythm with the scroll of her thumb through their previous messages. They had meticulously planned to meet in Emporia, discussed the boundaries of their encounter, and she had explicitly expressed her desire for him to finish on her face. Her fingers hesitated momentarily over the keyboard before she typed, “We are here,” followed by the room number, “Room 16.”

A knot tightened in her stomach as she watched his response appear on the screen, “I’m almost there. 15 minutes.” The words seemed to echo in her mind as she placed the phone down on the dresser, her gaze lingering on it for a moment longer. “He’ll be here in 15 minutes,” she announced, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gathering her resolve, she crossed the room to where her husband stood, meeting his gaze with a mixture of love and apprehension. “I love you,” she said, her voice steadying with the truth of her words. “Are you sure?” Her question hung in the air, a silent plea for reassurance in the face of the uncharted territory they were about to navigate together.

“I love you, and yes! Oh my God, yes!” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He took a refreshing sip from the water bottle he had brought along, the cool liquid soothing his dry throat, before offering it to his wife.

Katie accepted it, tilting her head back as she drank deeply, the water cascading down her throat, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed intently on the door knowing that Brandon will soon be joining them. It wasn’t as if this was her first time with another man. She had been with countless others behind her husband’s back but this time it was different. Her eyes moved to Fred as he peered out the window to the parking lot and knew why it was different. She was going to suck another man’s cock in front of her husband.

Fred sensed the palpable tension in the room, the air thick with anticipation and uncertainty. “It’s going to be okay,” he reassured her softly, his voice a calm beacon in the storm of emotions swirling around them. “We both consent to this, and we both want to explore in new ways.” His words hung in the air, a promise of adventure and discovery waiting just beyond the threshold.

Katie nodded, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. “I know. It’s just my nerves are all over the place, doing this in front of you...” her voice faded, caught between excitement and fear. “It’s thrilling, but it scares me too.” She picked up her phone again, eyes flicking over her chats with Brandon. “Don’t cum for a week before I get to meet you! I want you to store it up for me!” It was Fred’s suggestion that had made her send that message, but now she was torn, caught between embarrassment and a strange arousal. As she scrolled through their exchanges, Brandon’s request to talk dirty or express his desires replayed in her mind. Katie winced, realizing she had agreed to anything he wanted, her husband’s encouragement ringing in her ears: “It will be hot! He shouldn’t hold back otherwise it won’t be as fun.” She was caught in a battle between her own desires and the unease of it all with him being in the same room.