From “The Driver”:

As we drove to their destination, I would glance in the mirror. Every time I would, her eyes would lock on mine as her face was bathed in the flickering blue glow from his screen.

As I dropped them off, I felt her hand graze the back of my neck as she got out.

They thanked me then went off to their room.

I drove back to the park to check for any remnants that they may have left in the back seat. Thankfully I had decided to bring some disinfectant wipes, just in case.

I wiped everything down (not that I saw anything to wipe). After I was done, I took a moment to unzip my pants to get a little pleasure of my own from that recent encounter. The text notification from my phone went off.

I don’t even know why I checked it. It was a picture from her. She was in the hotel bathroom. She was completely naked and had one foot up on the bathroom counter. I could see most of her ass. She was looking over her shoulder directly into the camera in the mirror. The text that followed was “It’s waiting!!!! [peach emoji]”. I came immediately. There’s the mess I need to clean up, I guess.

From “The Driver 2”:

She reached to her side and opened the drawer to her night table. Inside was a small, gift-wrapped, box which she handed to me.

It was about the size of a deck of cards. I opened it.

Inside was a key card to the same hotel with the number 347 on a Post-It note and three condoms.

I looked at her in a very puzzled way, which made her laugh.

“Someone is waiting for you.” was all she said.

I sat there, stunned, looking at my wife with her robe still open and the combination of my saliva and her juices still glistening on her pussy.

“Someone is waiting?” I asked, feigning ignorance. It was nice to feign it, for once, actually.

She rolled her eyes. “Unlock your phone.”

I was understandably reluctant to do so, but she obviously knew something so I didn’t figure I would be much further up Shit Creek if she saw the messages.

I touched the fingerprint reader and entered the 20 digit hexadecimal passcode to unlock the device. She opened the messaging app and the appropriate conversation. She glanced through the messages with a little smirk before holding up the phone with the first message (the one with ass view and the peach emoji). “She’s waiting for you.”

“How did you know?”

“When we planned the party and I volunteered you, they wanted to pay you. I told them I didn’t think you would accept any money for helping. They talked about it a bit and someone asked what you might want. I jokingly suggested that you might like some ‘personal services’ from some of them.”

“They really seemed to take to the idea, and before long the services became synonymous with sexual activity. I was reluctant, at first, but the more I thought about it, the less it bothered me.”, she continued.

“Oh. I see.” I replied. I was a bit disappointed simply for the reason that I hadn’t earned the interest from the young coworker on my own. It was a setup.

She must have noticed the disappointment on my face. “Did you think my coworkers would throw themselves at you without it being something like a reward?”

“Well”, I stammered.

She giggled. “We are a tighter-knit group than that. It would never work for one of us to take up with another nurse’s man. It’s just too easy to find out.”

My disappointment deepened a bit.

“Don’t be disappointed. If we hadn’t been coworkers, there is every possibility that you might have been able to pull one of them through your sheer helpfulness and dumb luck. We just formalized it a bit. And don’t start getting the idea that Angelica is just doing this out of obligation. She’s the one who kept turning us to sex. She’s very eager to get you up there.”

“Angelica?”

My wife rolled her eyes again. “The girl that is waiting for you. You didn’t even learn her name before diddling her ass?”, she laughed. “I suppose you didn’t have a lot of time to get acquainted.”

“By the way, I still reserve the right of ‘sexual exclusivity or whatever you might want to call it. This isn’t an open invitation to bang whoever you want.”, she continued.

I sat there, dumbfounded.

“Well, get going! I’ve been working at that party all day and I want to get some sleep now that you’ve relaxed me.”, she said as she pulled the covers over herself.

I thought for a few moments. I was obviously being given an opportunity. Was my wife drunk? I didn’t think so. She’d been drinking a bit but wasn’t even tipsy as far as I could tell. Was this a trap of some sort? Maybe, but to what end? If she wanted evidence of me being unfaithful for something, the playing in the truck and the text messages were probably enough to start with.

She had never given me any indication that she wasn’t interested in staying married or didn’t want me around. She just hadn’t been very interested in sex, recently.

I rose from the bed and leaned over to kiss her. I tried to kiss my way down her neck a bit.

“Save that for her, tonight.”, she said as she pushed me, gently, away with a tired smile.

I straightened up and looked thoughtfully down at her as she settled in. It didn’t appear that there was anything to do but just go meet Angelica if I still wanted. I don’t think there was any question about wanting to.

I took the box and turned toward the door with a smile of anticipation slowly growing on my face.

I had taken two steps toward the door when she called my name.

I turned back.

“You might want to zip up your pants.”, she said, sleepily.

I looked down. My cock was still hanging out of my fly, still mostly hard.

I tucked myself in and zipped my pants, sheepishly before continuing.

It wasn’t far from our room to where Angelica was waiting. I hesitated outside the door. Nothing to do, but to go in.

I used the key card to unlock the door. As it opened, I poked my head around the door. There was one lamp on, but I didn’t see anyone.

I still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this was a joke or something.

I peeked around the wall to the bed. Angelica was ... well ... displayed on the bed.

She was completely nude and propped on her side facing me. Her body glowed in the dim light.

“You’ve kept me waiting a long time.”, she purred. She patted the bed in front of her.

I approached slowly and sat in front of her.

“You have far too many clothes on.”, she said as she starts unbuttoning my shirt.

She pulled my shirt and undershirt off. I suddenly became very conscious that she was young, lean, and beautiful and I was tending more toward old, tubby, and pale.

She must have seen the insecurity written on my face after she saw me glance at my own body, then my eyes pour longingly over hers. She smiled and took my face in her hands. Before planting a kiss on my lips. Those simple actions eased some of the doubt from my mind. Lord knows that more dubious specimens than I have felt 10 feet tall and bulletproof when a beautiful woman gave them the slightest attention. If nothing else, I had two incredibly soft lips to occupy my frontal lobe.

A small smile appeared on her face as she licked her lips. “Someone had a bit of fun before he got here.”, she teased.

Then, to my surprise, she proceeded to lick and suck the remnants of my earlier activities with my wife. The sensation quickly turned from “Ewwww” to “Ooooooo” as her tongue did its work.

As she finished her cleaning activities, she kissed me and guided my right hand to her firm breast. It didn’t take long for me to get into the spirit of the occasion. I began to return her kiss in earnest and tentatively caressed the supple breast and stiffening nipple that I held in my hand. She arched her back a bit to press her chest harder into my touch.

I moved onto the bed with my back against the headboard and pulled her petite body sideways onto my lap as we continued kidding. I had my left arm under her upper body so my right hand to run over most of her body. Of that fact, I began to take full advantage.

I started with the breast I had been fondling and slid my hand down her side to her hip. My hand was big enough that I could almost touch where her pubic hair would have started, with my thumb, and caress the side of one of her tiny ass cheeks with my fingers.

I slid my hand around and fully cupped that delightful firm cheek before allowing my hand to continue down her thigh to the back of her knee.

Every inch of skin I touched was incredibly soft and her scent was nothing short of intoxicating. It was a scent that I lack the words to adequately describe, but also one that I will never forget. I’m sure it was a combination of soap, body spray, and arousal that was uniquely “her.” I know, for a fact, that if I were to catch a whiff of any of those components again, my arousal would be immediate and complete. It was all I could do to not break away from her kiss and plant my nose along her neck to inhale the scent more deeply.

Our kiss devolved into a series of pecks and nibbles as I pulled away a bit to try to catch my breath. My hand had traveled back up her body and was again cupping her breast and teasing the nipple.

I did kiss my way down her neck and across her throat to her shoulder. Her skin felt no less soft to my lips than it had to my fingers. My kisses trailed down her upper arm to her elbow before she put her hand on my cheek and pulled me back up to kiss a bit more.

Her tongue darted between my lips as she pressed herself against me. It didn’t take long for something to come between us. She felt my renewed erection pressing against her hip. She turned herself to straddle my legs and began to unfasten my pants.

She pulled down the front of my boxers and my cock sprang into view. She wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft and began to stroke me slowly. My cock grew to full hardness as her soft hand slowly slid over its length.

She scooted her ass down my legs a bit and she was able to bend forward and slide the head between her soft lips. A moan escaped my lips as hers slid slowly down my shaft. The sensation of warmth was literally all I felt until she backed off a little and swirled her pink tongue around the head.

As her saliva coated the shaft, she stroked me with her hands as she continued to lick and suck the head. Occasionally she would take me deeper into her mouth until I could feel the beginning of the constriction of her throat before pulling back to the head and continue jacking me off.

I was rapidly nearing the point at which I would blow my load into her mouth. I kind of had other plans for that, so I gently guided her head off my cock and back up to my mouth so we could resume kissing.

This brought her to the level where her bare pussy came into contact with my now bare cock shaft. She hunched her hips as we kissed and I could feel the juices from her hot little pussy mingling with her saliva.

She slid up a little bit higher, and I felt the head of my cock notch into the crease of her pussy. It was then that I remember the little box my wife sent with me.

She moaned in frustration as I lifted her lithe little body and rolled her to my side.

I reached for the box and extracted one of the little packets before showing it to her. She giggled and brushed a wisp of hair from her face. “Oh, I forgot.” she signed. I get the feeling that it wasn’t very high on her priority list for me to wear protection, but as much as I wanted to feel her bare pussy wrapped around me, they were sent with me for a reason.

It has been a long time since I’ve deployed one of these particular devices. Fortunately, condom technology has not progressed significantly and I was able to apply it correctly.

I kicked off my shoes and socks and let my pants fall to the floor before lowering my boxers.