Chapter One

Pete Johnson sat on the edge of his king-sized hotel bed and stared out of his fifth floor window. He was contemplating how he was going to start his new life as a single after ten years of marriage to Trudy. He blinked his eyes and came out of the haze of thought.

He looked to his right and saw the divorce decree sitting on top of the faux cherry wood nightstand. He leaned over and picked up the decree. As he read the decree his mind wondered back to the day that started the proceedings.

Pete had come home early after being at the job site most of the day in ninety degree heat. He had sent his crew home too. Pete was the owner of Johnson Builders and thought it was time to give everyone involved a well deserved afternoon off. He walked through the foyer and into the kitchen. He noticed that there were two opened bottles of wine sitting on the black marble breakfast bar and the sliding glass door in the family room that led to the pool was open. He walked over to the door and that’s when he heard his wife’s voice coming from the poolside. He turned his head towards the sound and that’s when he saw his friend, Jason Baggley, bare - assed and balls deep inside Trudy’s pussy. Her legs were crossed around Jason’s waist and her heels were digging into his bare ass.

Pete stood in silenced awe and disbelief as he watched one of his friends fucking his wife on the pool deck of his own house. As tears gathered in the corners of his blue eyes, Pete gathered his composure and pulled his cell phone out of his blue jeans pocket. He turned on the video and started recording the carnal pleasure being displayed by Jason and Trudy in the white chaise lounge on his redwood deck. Silently he strode towards the pair recording every thrust and moan.

Pete stopped a couple of paces from the couple and waited with the video still recording. He watched as Jason’s thrusts got harder and quicker and Trudy’s moans got higher and higher in pitch. He waited until he thought orgasm was imminent and said, “I see you like my pool!”

Trudy opened one eye.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.

Still in the fog of lust, Jason said, “I know babe, it’s good for me too!”

“Get off me you ass!”

“What…What the fuck, I’m ready to cum!”

Trudy pulled her legs from around Jason and pushed on his shoulders.

“Get off!” she yelled.

Slowing his thrusts, Jason opened his eyes and said, “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

Trudy looked into his eyes and then looked at Pete.

“What?” he said as he slowly pushed his cock into Trudy.

“Stop you bastard,” she yelled. Trudy grabbed his chin and pointed his face in the direction of Pete. “Look!”

“What the fu…” Jason stopped in mid sentence when he saw Pete.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Pete said as he turned off the video.

Jason’s face lost all color, “Shit.”

“Yea shit, mother fucker,” Pete said low and deliberate with emphasis on the “K” sound. “I guess if you want her that bad you can have the bitch, but that’s all you’ll get and this video sees to that!”

“Son of a bitch!” Jason yelled as he quickly rose off of Trudy. “What do you think you’re going to do with that?”

“Not thinking asshole,” Pete said, as he sent the video to his lawyer. “Doing.”

Pete blinked his eyes and came out of the daze. He noticed his hands shaking.

“Fuck that,” he said as he slammed the papers on the bed. “MY life starts today! And I think I will start it with a trip to the hot tub.”

With that said, Pete stood up, stretched, and went to the bathroom to put on his swim trunks and white terrycloth robe. He put his key card in the right pocket of his robe and left the room. There was a bounce to his step today as walked to the elevators, not like three months ago when he first checked into the Plaza Hotel.

Pete checked in to the Plaza five hours and a bottle and a half of scotch after he sent the video. He spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning in his room with a bucket of ice and a bottle of scotch. After two weeks of drowning his sorrows, Pete made a concerted effort to take back and start a new life.

He cut back on his drinking, started using the weight room in the hotel and went back to work before six in the morning. He started leaving work around four in the afternoon instead of eight or later in the evening. He decided to stay in the hotel until his new house was built.

 He let Trudy have the house he built in time for their wedding. He had his name taken of the mortgage, the car loans and the country club dues. All of that was included in the divorce decree that had been finalized eighteen hours ago.

Pete entered the elevator, push the fourth floor button and let out a relieved sigh as the elevators doors closed.

Chapter Two

Pete entered the hotel steam room and noticed it wasn't very warm. It was early so he sat down on the redwood bench and waited for the steam.  He had just stretched out his arms on the back of the bench when he thought he heard someone moan. The sound seemed to be coming from the less lit farther corner of the steam room. Pete got up and walked toward the sound. It was the sound of a woman, moaning and as he followed the sound he saw her.

She had her legs spread and it looked like she was masturbating. Pete stopped and gazed upon the blonde haired woman pleasuring herself. It wasn't long until his penis began to shift around under his swimsuit. The longer he watched, the stiffer his cock became. He could feel his heart beating faster as he watched her maneuver the bluish vibrator around the lips of her well groomed pussy. All he could hear was her moans of pleasure. All he could see was the delicate way she was using the vibrator to stimulate her clit.

He coughed. The in and out motions of the vibrator and the moans of pleasure stopped. He looked up from her pussy and followed the curves of her hips past her ample breasts, the bottom lip still tucked behind her front teeth until he saw the surprise in her pale blue eyes.

“I wasn't expecting and audience,” she said in low sultry voice. “But I see you’re enjoying the show.

Pete’s robe had fallen open and he was rubbing his hardening cock.

“I didn't mean to intrude,” he said. “But I heard some noises and had to investigate. Sorry.”

“It’s OK,” she said. “This is just a ritual I do before big presentations. I feel it gives me good luck. So I’m going to continue if you don’t mind.”

“Never let it be said that I would stand in the way of a woman and her rituals,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Good.” She giggled. “Now if you really want to help me, you will come over here so I can wrap my lips around the lump in your pants.”

“Uh, OK,” Pete stammered out as he walked towards her.

“You may want to take those off,” she giggled.

“Oh, yeah,” he said as he removed the swim trunks in two steps.

“Now come here,” she said as she grabbed his hand to pull him closer.

She sat on the redwood bench with her white thigh high bath robe completely open exposing her hardened nipples. Her legs were spread revealing her well trimmed pussy and her heels were on the edge of the bench. She let go of Pete’s hand and with a gentle push on the right side of his butt, stood him between her legs. She resumed the masturbation with the vibrator.

Pete looked down upon his stiffened cock and watched her tongue circle its head as he heard the continuous buzz of the vibrator. He looked past his cock and watched her slip the vibrator into her pussy. He looked back up when he felt her tongue slip under his cock as she placed her lips around the head and slowly moved down the shaft. She slowly pulled back to the head then firmly grabbed his stiff shaft. She gently kissed the very tip then ran her tongue around the rim of his pulsating cock.

In and out went the vibrator. Back and forth her mouth and hand on his cock. The pace quickening with every stroke. Her moans became longer and deeper in tone. She took her mouth off his cock to let out a louder moan of pleasure. Her hand was now caressing his balls. She used the side of her index finger to rub from front to back of his tightened scrotum. She quickly put his cock back in her mouth and again started stoking him with her hand.

 Pete’s pulse was racing. It had been so long since he had a woman touch his cock. Pete began to moan with pleasure.  His hips were thrusting his cock into her mouth. It slid smoothly in her hand. She was moaning louder and quicker. Pete could hardly control himself.

“Now,” she moaned. “Cum now!”

Pete exploded on command. She kept pulling his cock as she reached her orgasm.

“Yes, Yes,” she said in a higher pitched moan. She kept on pulling his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” Pete said slowly and lowly. His knees buckled a fraction as she squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock.

She used the bottom of Pete’s robe to wipe the cum from her chest and hands.

“Thank you,” she said as she stood up. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”

“My pleasure,” Pete said quizzically. “Glad to be of help.”

Pete watched her leave, pulled on his swim suit and walked out of the steam room.

“Think I’ll go tear up the breakfast buffet now.”