Chapter 7: Date Night
The Plaza Hotel was a beacon of opulence and elegance, a testament to timeless luxury that stood in stark contrast to the bustling chaos of midtown St. Louis. It was a place that Michael and Cheryl had always wanted to visit, but never had the opportunity or the budget to make it happen. But now, here they were, walking hand in hand into the grand lobby, their hearts pounding with anticipation and excitement.
Richard had already checked in and had a suite prepared for them. As they approached the front desk, the concierge greeted them warmly, already expecting their arrival. "Welcome to the Plaza, Mr. and Mrs. McPalmer. Mr. Riley has already checked in and asked you two to join him in the restaurant, we will take your bags to the room for you." The concierge smiled as they made their way towards the restaurant, feeling the eyes of the other patrons on them.
As they entered the restaurant, they saw Richard sitting at a table in the back, a glass of wine in front of him. He waved them over, a friendly smile on his face.
"Welcome, you two. I hope you're hungry," he said as they sat down.
Michael and Cheryl exchanged a look, both of them feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Richard looked over Cheryl who had obviously made an effort to look good for the evening.
Michael had encouraged her to do whatever she wanted to do to prepare for the night. So she had gotten her hair done so it was now a honey-blonde, styled in soft, loose waves that frame her face. She was wearing a red blouse with a surplice V-neckline, with a silver Tiffany pendant necklace that Michael had given her on their 10th wedding anniversary. The blouse was tucked into black slacks, size 6 , that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had paired the outfit with black stiletto heels that made her legs look longer and more shapely. A hint of cleavage peeked out from the V-neckline of her blouse, and she knew that Michael and Richard's eyes would be drawn to it.
"You look amazing, Cheryl," Richard said, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively.
Cheryl blushed, feeling a rush of pleasure at his compliment. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You look handsome, Richard," Cheryl responded, her eyes wandering over his dark suit, the crisp white shirt underneath, and the silver cufflinks that glinted in the dim light of the restaurant.
Michael smiled at her, "You both look incredible. I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now."
The trio sat at the table and Richard raised a glass of water to toast them, "I know none of us drink alcohol , but cheers to our new journey together. May it be filled with pleasure, discovery, and openness."
Michael and Cheryl both clinked their water glasses with Richard's, feeling a surge of anticipation and excitement.
They spent the next hour savoring a delicious dinner, their conversation flowing easily, punctuated by laughter and occasional moments of silence where they simply gazed at each other, their eyes conveying their mutual desire.
Throughout the meal, several people came over to talk to Richard , greeting him warmly and shaking his hand. Cheryl noticed that they all seemed to know him, and she couldn't help but be impressed by the way he carried himself with such ease and confidence. As the restaurant began to get much busier, Richard made the comment to them, "Not one person in here knows what we are about to experience together . Makes it all the more thrilling, doesn't it?" Richard said with a wicked smile, his eyes dark with lust.
Michael and Cheryl both chuckled, Michael's voice thick with desire. "It certainly does," he agreed.
After dinner, they ordered coffee and dessert, but no one seemed to be able to eat much. The sexual tension between the three of them was palpable, and they were all eager to get back to the suite to continue their night.
As they finished their coffee, Richard suggested, "Why don't we take a walk around the hotel before we head up to the room? It's a beautiful place and I want to show you both around since it's your first time here. We are in no rush, plus we can discuss what we should do when we get back to the room," Richard suggested.
Michael and Cheryl agreed, and they walked hand in hand with Richard, exploring the hotel's grand lobby, the luxurious shops, and the elegant bars. As they walked, Richard's hand would occasionally brush against Cheryl's, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the anticipation building within her, the knowledge that soon, she would be in Richard's bed, her body his to command with her husband by her side watching.
Finally, Richard suggested, "If you two are ready, we can head up to the room now."
They both shook their heads in agreement and followed Richard to the elevator and up to the suite. The air in the elevator was thick with sexual tension, despite other people being in it with them. Once the reached the top floor, they followed Richard down the hall to the room. He opened the door with a swipe of his key card and gestured for them to enter.
The married couple were blown away by the suite's opulence as they stepped inside. The two room suite featured a large, king-sized bed draped in luxurious linens, a spacious living area with a plush sofa and armchairs, and a spa-like marble bathroom complete with a massive soaking tub and a separate shower large enough for three.
Michael and Cheryl exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and excitement. Richard closed the door behind them and turned to face the couple, a wicked grin on his face. "What do you think?"
"It's incredible," Cheryl breathed, her eyes scanning the luxurious space.
"I've never seen anything like this before."
Richard smiled, "I'm glad you like it. Now, why don't you two make yourselves comfortable while I get us some drinks. I got Coke for you Cheryl and Diet Coke for Michael ." Richard said as he went to the bar area in the suite and poured them each a glass of their respective drinks.
He handed them their drinks and pointed to the couch , "Why don't you guys sit down and relax while I pour myself a glass of sparkling water. Then we can talk without all the distractions from the restaurant."
Michael and Cheryl sat down on the couch, their drinks in hand, watching as Richard walked over to the bar to pour himself a glass of water. Cheryl's heart was pounding in her chest, her nerves making her hands shake slightly as she held her drink. She looked over at Michael, who was giving her an encouraging smile.
Richard joined them on the couch, sitting at the end nearest to Cheryl. He took a sip of his water and turned to face them. "So, I wanted to ask Michael a question first, if that's okay ?"
Michael nodded, taking a sip of his own drink to calm his nerves. "Of course, go ahead."
Richard leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I was curious, what do you think triggered your desire to watch your wife with another man?"
Michael took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Richard's. "It's been building for a while. I love Cheryl, I really do. But ever since I lost my job, I've been feeling like she deserves better. She's always been so supportive, so understanding, and I just haven't been able to give her what she deserves." He paused for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "But I also have these...fantasies. I've always had them, but I never thought we'd actually act on them, even after I told her it. And then we met you, Richard, and something just clicked. I realized that maybe this could be something that we all enjoy, something that could make our relationship stronger."
Cheryl listened intently to her husband's words before responding , her voice soft yet steady. "Michael, I know you have been working so hard to get a new job, and I appreciate everything you do for our family. I am so proud of you, and I know that you'll find something soon. But I also want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. And if this... arrangement... makes you happy, then I'm all for it. I want to explore this with you, with Richard. I trust you both, and I want to see where this takes us," Cheryl said, her voice filled with emotion.
Richard leaned back in his chair as he looked at the married couple sitting in front of him, almost like a therapist would look at his patients during a session. "Thank you for sharing that with us, Michael," Richard said, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's important to be open and honest with each other, especially when exploring new experiences like this."
He turned to Cheryl, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. "And Cheryl, thank you for understanding your husband's reasons for feeling this way and not judging him for it. That's a beautiful thing to see," Richard said, his voice soft yet sincere.
"Let me tell you two about my late wife and I's experience with this, it may help you understand my perspective better," Richard said, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. "You see, my late wife, God rest her soul, was a very conservative woman. She was raised in a very strict household, and she brought those values into our marriage. Sex was always something that was important to us, but it was always very vanilla, very missionary position, lights off, under the covers kind of thing. It was fine, but it was never anything that really set my world on fire, you know?"
Richard continued, his voice thoughtful. "It was fine, but it was never anything that really made me think about it afterwards, or dream about it. It was just sex, nothing more."
He took a sip of his water before continuing. "And then, one day, out of the blue, I started having these fantasies. Fantasies about another man with my wife. I don't know where they came from, but they were intense and they wouldn't go away. I tried to push them out of my mind, but they just kept coming back, stronger and stronger."
Richard leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Michael and Cheryl's. "One day, I brought it up to my wife. I was nervous as hell, but I had to know if she was interested. Not surprising, she was horrified by the suggestion. She couldn't even look at me for days afterwards. But then, one night, I brought it up again. I told her I loved her, that I wanted to make our sex life more exciting, more fulfilling. I told her I was willing to try anything she wanted, as long as it made her happy. She looked at me like I was crazy, but then she said 'Okay, let's try it.' And that's how it started. I found a guy from a website, and we arranged for him to come over. It was terrifying at first, but it was also...exciting. The anticipation, the forbidden nature of it all. And my wife, she surprised me. She was into it, more than I thought she'd be. And it made our sex life...better. Different. More exciting," Richard said, his voice soft and low.
Michael and Cheryl sat in silence for a moment, absorbing Richard's story.
"So, what happened next?" Cheryl asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was fascinated and aroused by Richard's confession.
Richard leaned back on the couch, his eyes locked onto Cheryl's. "Well, we got lucky on our first try. The guy was respectful , and he knew how to make my wife feel comfortable and safe. He started off slow, just kissing her, touching her, making her feel good. And she responded, she started kissing him back, touching him too. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was so incredible. I watched at first, but eventually joined in and we all had an amazing time together that night. In fact, it became a regular thing for all of us and is why I told you two I don't do one night stands.
We had a long-term arrangement with this guy, and it was always so much better when it was with someone we trusted and knew well."
Cheryl's eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering across her face. "Wow. That's...intense. But I can see how it could be appealing. The trust, the intimacy..." she trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
Michael smiled at her, his eyes filled with lust. "That's exactly what I want for us, Cheryl."
Cheryl smiled back at him as Richard took another sip of his water before resuming his role as their therapist, guide and mentor. "Cheryl, I'd like to know more about you. How many partners have you been with before Michael?" Richard asked, his voice low and husky.
Cheryl blushed, looking down at her lap. "Four. My first boyfriend in college, another guy from college, then a friend from college, a guy I met through friends, and then Michael," Cheryl admitted, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Richard grinned at her, his eyes darkening with lust. "That's not as many as I thought. It's exciting to think that I'm going to be only your sixth partner, Cheryl. I have been with five, well soon to be six, as well," Richard said, his voice low and husky. He slid closer to her on the couch, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Tell me about your first time, Cheryl. What was it like?"
Cheryl laughed as she recalled the experience, "It was so unplanned, I was taking a shower and my college boyfriend joined me and we just went with it. It was awkward and clumsy."
Michael and Richard both laughed along with her , the tension in the room easing a bit.
"Well, that's not exactly the kind of first time I was hoping to hear about," Michael joked.
Cheryl playfully smacked his arm. "Well, it was my first time, what did you expect?"
Richard chimed in, "I think it's charming that it was so spontaneous. It shows that you're open to new experiences and willing to go with the flow."
Cheryl smiled at Richard, feeling a warmth spread through her at his words. "Thank you, Richard. I was just a kid, so I didn't know any better," Cheryl admitted, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
Richard smiled as he told them, "Everyone thinks sex is a complex
act when they're young, but it's not. It's just a dance between two bodies. The more you do it, the more you learn the steps, and the better you get at the dance."
Cheryl nodded, her eyes locked onto Richard's. "I guess that's true."
"What about you, Richard. Tell us a about a memorable time for you," asked Michael, eager to hear more about the sexy older man's past.
Richard's eyes darkened with lust as he thought back to one of his most memorable experiences. "There was this one time, with my late wife and our lover. We had been together for a while , and we were all comfortable with each other. It was one of those nights where we just couldn't keep our hands off each other," Richard began, his voice thick with lust as he remembered the encounter.
"We had just finished dinner and were sitting in the living room, drinking some wine. My wife was wearing this gorgeous red dress, the same color as Cheryl's blouse has on tonight. It hugged her curves in all the right places and made her look absolutely stunning," Richard paused, his eyes locked onto Cheryl's body, imagining her in the same dress.
"Anyway, we ended up ripping each others clothes off and had our first threesome. It was intense, passionate, and it lasted for hours. We took turns, we changed positions, we watched each other touch, kiss and make love to each other. It was raw, it was primal, and it was fucking amazing. The way we all came together, the way we moaned and screamed each other's names, it was something I'll never forget," Richard finished, his voice thick with desire.
The married couple looked and listened to Richard's story as if he was reading a romantic novel. Cheryl could feel her heart pounding in her chest and Michael ’s hand tightening around hers.
Richard smiled, "So, now that we've talked about our pasts, let's talk about the present. And the future. I want to know what you two want tonight and going forward." Richard asked, once again, acting as the couple's therapist, mentor, and guide.
Michael took the lead, clearing his throat, as he laughed when he said, "Well, I guess I should answer first since I'm the one who initiated this whole thing. I will start with the future first." Michael said as he put his arm around Cheryl before continuing, "Obviously, I want to get a job and provide for my family as quickly as possible. But in the meantime, I think it's important that we keep exploring this new dynamic we have going on. I want to see Cheryl happy, fulfilled , and I think this arrangement could help with that."
Cheryl looked up at Michael, her eyes filled with love and appreciation. "I want that too, Michael. I want to make you happy, and if this is what it takes, then I'm all for it," Cheryl said, her voice filled with happiness as she smiled at her husband.
Michael pulled her closer to him, one arm around her shoulder and the other hand resting on her knee as he finished answering Richard's question, "As for tonight, I want to see my wife enjoy herself. I want to see her experience pleasure in a way she never has before. I want to watch her come undone, watch her writhe and moan under Richard's touch. I want to see the pleasure on her face as you make her cum, again and again. I want to hear you tell her what to do, what to say, and I want to watch as she obeys your every command." Michael said, his voice thick with desire as he looked deeply into Cheryl's eyes.
Cheryl was almost stunned by the raw honesty and vulnerability in her husband's voice. She had always loved him, but she felt like she was finally seeing him in a whole new light. She didn't know how to respond, so she just nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
Richard smiled at the couple, his eyes filled with joy and anticipation. "You're a good man, Michael and I can tell that you want what's best for your wife and family. I'm so happy you both are here and
ready to explore this new chapter together," Richard said, his voice filled with sincerity. He looked over to Cheryl, his gaze intense and hungry. "And Cheryl, my dear, you're a beautiful woman with a lot of love and passion to give. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're looking at me right now. I want to help you explore that, to help you let go and just feel. What do you want tonight, Cheryl?"
Cheryl blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been asked such a direct, intimate question before. She looked down at her lap, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "I...I don't know what I want. I've never done anything like this before."
Richard nodded, his voice gentle yet firm. "That's okay, Cheryl. You don't have to know what you want, not yet. That's what we are here for," Richard said, his voice low and husky.
Richard leaned in slightly, "Can I confess something to you both? Last weekend at your house was the best night I have had in a long time. When Cheryl let me kiss her, it was like a fucking explosion. I felt everything inside of me tighten up, Cheryl's lips were so soft and sweet, I could have just kissed her for hours."
Cheryl blushed as Richard recalled their first encounter at their house, she thought it was incredible as well, but was too shy to say anything in response and just listened to Richard as he continued, "And when you let me be the first person to ever cum on your breast, God damn woman, I thought I was in literal heaven." Richard's voice was thick with desire, but also careful not to make Cheryl feel uncomfortable.
"Sorry, didn't mean to drift off like that," Richard said with a playful grin. "I can tell you both are a little nervous, and that's totally normal. Why don't we do this, Cheryl, did you bring lingerie, like I asked you to?" Richard asked, his voice soft yet firm.
Cheryl nodded, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yes, I did," she whispered.
Richard smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Good girl. Why don't you go take a relaxing bath in the other room, and then come back here wearing the lingerie underneath your robe. We'll be waiting for you," Richard said, his voice thick with desire.
Cheryl nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She could feel the heat between her legs, her body already reacting to the intense anticipation of what was to come. She ran a bath, pouring in some of the luxurious bath salts provided by the hotel. She sank into the warm water, her body tingling with nerves and excitement.
She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what lay ahead. The water swirled around her, soothing her tense muscles. She could hear the low hum of conversation from the other room, Michael and Richard's voices mingling together. She wondered what they were talking about, if they were discussing her, if they were excited about what was to come.
After what felt like an eternity, she emerged from the bath, her skin pink and smooth. She wrapped herself in the plush robe provided by the hotel and padded back into the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Michael and Richard sitting on the couch, their eyes locked onto her.