Chapter 16

Looking down into Elizabeth's sleeping face, her head turned to one side, her eyes closed, Andrew felt his erection subsiding even before he pulled out from inside her. Rolling off her inert body, he lay on his side of the bed, furious at her for forcing him into this marriage, for turning the wedding itself into a farce, for drinking too much at the reception and making a fool of herself in front of his family and now for the worst indignity of all - falling asleep during the first coupling of their married lives!

Briefly Andrew considered simply fucking her anyway but decided against that as he wasn't sure that he could get himself up again. He toyed briefly with the idea of doing something nasty to her unresponsive body, but dismissed that out of hand as, for whatever might have happened, she was still his wife. So, what to do on the first night of his honeymoon?

Rolling off the bed, Andrew paced the room looking down at Elizabeth, her legs spread wide apart where they'd been during the brief rutting session and he couldn't help but compare his wife's admittedly presentable figure with the almost perfect form of Sonia, that young Russian prostitute that he'd got to know thanks to his father trying to toughen him up a little. Clicking his fingers as inspiration hit him, Andrew reached for the telephone and started to dial...

Rushing from one appointment to the next, Sonia brushed some of her long blond hair from out of her eyes and then cursed in her native tongue whoever it was who was calling her on her mobile telephone. Slowing from a jog down to a quick walk, she pulled the device from out of her bag and answered the call just before the voicemail cut in. "Yes?"

"Sonia? Is that you? It's Andrew."

Stunned at hearing this, the young whore ground to a halt. "Andrew? Why are you calling me now? Are you not on your... how you say... wedding holiday?"

For the first time since part way through the wedding reception, Andrew felt like laughing. "That's honeymoon... and, yes, I am but I'm still in London for the night before we leave for foreign climes in the morning. Can you come round to see me?"

Now it was Sonia's turn to giggle. "I do not think that your Elizabeth agree to this, Andrew..."

"Something tells me that she won't object. Anyway, can you come?"

Without hesitation Sonia agreed to call round as quickly as she could so Andrew provided the hotel's name and his suite number before ringing off. Slipping her phone away, Sonia wondered just what was going on. By the sound of it, Andrew was thinking in terms of a three-some but she might have misunderstood, Sonia knew. There was, of course, the small complication of her other client whom Mistress Thorn had booked her with. Well, she thought, he was a bastard anyway - let him wait. She could always get back to him after she'd dealt with Andrew...

Arriving at the door to the suite, Sonia had to say that she was impressed with the hotel and its decor and fittings. It was certainly a lot more up-market than the usual establishments she plied her trade in. Pressing the bell-push, she waited for the door to be opened - and, when it was, she couldn't help but giggle for Andrew was stood there without a stitch of clothing on. "What if I be the room service waiter?" she chucked.

Pointing upwards with a finger, Andrew indicated a camera attached to the wall. "I knew it was you. Come on in."

Slipping past the naked man, Sonia entered the suite and looked about her with interest. "Very nice," she said, "One day I have a plasma television like that, yes?"

"They're not cheap," he warned her.

"Where you wife?" Sonia asked, rather puzzled by Elizabeth's absence. Opening the door between the lounge and the bedroom, Andrew gave the girl her answer. Peering through, she could see Elizabeth's comatose form stretched out on the bed, still in the same position that it had been when Andrew withdrew from her. "Is she alright?" Sonia asked.

Almost spitting out his answer, Andrew informed Sonia that Elizabeth was fine. "She's just drunk. But tomorrow's a different matter..."

Not sure whether Andrew was alluring to the hangover his wife would be waking up to or to how he was going to punish her later, Sonia wasn't sure but she was really pleased that Elizabeth was co-operating with her plans to get closer to Andrew so actively - or should that inactively, she pondered? "So, why is she laying there like that, with her legs apart?" she asked.

"Because I was screwing her when she fell asleep!" Andrew exploded.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Sonia tried not to laugh and Andrew suddenly realised exactly what he'd just said. "Look," he blustered, "I didn't mean it like that! It was all the vodka she'd drunk that made that happen, nothing to do with me, you understand?"

"Of course I do, Andrew darling. And that would all explain why you have no clothes on too," she said trying to smooth things over. "Now, what have you in mind for us this evening?"

"First thing is for you to take your clothes off so I can admire you..." he leered in answer to her question. Nodding understandingly, Sonia slowly disrobed, making the procedure as erotic and stimulating as she possibly could. At least with her audience in the nude she could easily judge what pleased him and what really pleased him! Altogether it took her almost ten minutes to remove the small amount of attire that she'd been wearing but it was ten minutes well spent and, by the time she'd finished, Andrew was erect and ready to go. Moving slinky over towards him, Sonia sank to her knees before him and started to kiss his stiff shaft. "No," he told her hoarsely, "not here. Get into the bedroom and lay down next to Elizabeth."

A little puzzled by this but not arguing because Sonia knew that the John is always right, the Russian beauty stood and entered the second room of the suite before she clambered onto the huge bed and laid next to Elizabeth. Taking up a position at the bottom of the bed, Andrew compared the two women and, while one was unconscious and the other awake, there was really no comparison between the two. Elizabeth was pretty and had a vibrate personality but Sonia's beauty easily surpassed that of his wife. Besides, Sonia was respectful and obedient... and, above all, she was a tart which was a major turn on as far as he was concerned. "How many men have fucked you today, Sonia?" he asked.