The Warm Up
Allison had planned everything down to the minute. They would part after work on Friday, and spend the night, and most the next day, apart—her in the hotel room, him at home. At 6:00 p.m. he would pick up his key from the front desk, already dressed in his tux, and let himself into their suite. She would be in the bedroom, door closed and leave the final piece of his wardrobe, the mask, on the dine-in table for him to put on before knocking on the bedroom door. She would be dressed, wearing her own mask waiting for his signal. For the rest of the night, they would not take off the masks.
Greg, for his part, had a couple of big surprises up his sleeve. He was going to have a professional shave with his haircut and styling. She had never been with him cleanly shaven in all their years together. She liked the beard, and he was content to have it, but he thought that maybe, just for a night, it would help him play the role of the tall mysterious stranger more effectively if every time she kissed him, it wasn't quite like kissing him. And he was going to break out an English accent. He hadn't done it for her in years, but it always made her come hard when he used it.
Plus, it was two more veils between him and the couple they would be sharing this very intimate night with, and the layers of amenity made him feel more bold.
Their dinner would arrive via room service, complete with a private server, at 6:30. Their guests, at 8:00. Then the real fun would begin. And, to make sure everything was perfect, he would take a little blue pill just before dinner to make damn sure Little Greg could keep up with whatever young stud might be part of the other set of lovers. Plus, he had no idea what really would happen when said stud goes down on him. He had made the joke a 'mouth was a mouth', and while he had no adverse reaction to the idea of gay sex acts, he wasn't attracted to men outright. So just in case he didn't like it, he wanted some insurance he would still be able to perform for Allison.
He stood in front of his mirror at home, tying his tie. He had to admit that he still looked good in a tux, especially the one she had picked for him. It was modern with a red silk vest and pocket silk to match. She had, much to his pleasure, had opted against a bow tie, which he was shit at tying, in favor of a black with red stripes long tie. The suit itself, was black wool and slim fitting, the jacket single breasted with two buttons and thin satin-framed, notched lapels. And under it all he wore a thin, white, cotton button down shirt, sharply pressed, and red silk boxers.
He arrived at the hotel desk and 6:00 sharp, as planned. He wasn't normally so punctual, but for sex, well… that made all the rules change. Taking the key card from the flirty and attractive young woman working the front desk, he headed to the 14th floor.
Letting himself in the room, he opened the door slowly, just in case Allison wasn't ready. Not hearing any protest, he continued through and shut the door behind him. The room was huge. The main door opened into an opulent living room, with two large leather sofas facing one another separated with a plush rug and large wooden coffee table. Beyond, between the sitting area and kitchenette, was a small table, already set with fine bone china service, and red and white candles for their private dinner. In the middle of the table, lay a red and black eye mask that perfectly matched his vest and tie.
He picked up the disguise, fingered the various textures of smooth plastic and glitter, and looked around the room for a mirror. Spying one behind one of the couches, he made his way to stand in front of it and donned the mask, carefully securing the silk ties behind his head with a knot that would not easily be undone. Pleased with how his purposely messy hair, cleanly shaven face, and his eyes were accented by the mask, he turned and walked toward the back of the suite and knocked gently on the bedroom door.
Allison had heard him as soon as he entered the main room and her heart leapt with anticipation. A hot tingle worked it's way from her flushing cheeks to the apex of her thighs. She knew he loved her in red. Her new dress hung to her curves in all the right places, the floor length gown creating a perfect balance of classy and demure with suggestive and sexy. The top of the dress was a sleeveless, sheer bodice embellished with a dazzling display of exquisite beaded lace appliques and flirtatious cut outs around which the sheer fabric revealed some flesh between her breasts down to the top of her stomach. The back was mostly comprised of the sheer red material, highlighted with a criss-cross of the beaded lace flowers. The satin skirt hugged her hips, then flared at the knees gracefully, and was covered with a layer of the same lace as the front of the bodice.
Underneath, however, was the real treat. Red lace garter belt, red silk thong with convenient french ties which will give Greg the option of having her naked or removing only the panties while easily leaving on the garter belt and the red sheer thigh-high stockings topped with more red lace. Of course, the dress's sheer top demanded she go braless, and she was sure that Greg would have no objection to that.
She spent the early part of the day at the hotel salon, having her hair styled up, showing off her slender neck and leaving it fully accessible, a few strands were let down and curled to frame her face and they even styled it around and over the tie of her own red mask, which was covered in silk and had fluffy feathers adorning the right side. She felt rather naughty wearing it up from the salon, knowing that nothing says sexual liason like a formal hairdo and a bright red masquerade mask, but it only added to the excitement of it.
Of course the dead giveaway for the stylists was the addition of a pubic waxing. It was a last minute impulse she had. She would normally shave and trim, rarely all the way, but for tonight, being with another woman, she was suddenly a little bit nervous that she somehow measured up down there. The doctor in her knew that was silly, but the wife who wanted to make her husband of seven years come in his pants—or maybe even in the mouth of the extremely sexy male half of their liaison—felt she needed to pull out all the stops.
When his knock came, she stood from sitting on the edge of the bed and sauntered to the door. As she opened it, her knees went weak at the sight of him. His intense cobalt gaze met hers then traveled lecherously over her body. He looked at her like prey he needed to devour, and she wasn't sure in that moment that either of them would be able to make it past the door frame without ripping off clothing and fucking right there, hard against the wall.
"You shaved." Is all she could manage to utter, as she stepped forward and ran her fingers lightly across the smooth skin of his cheeks and chin. She had never had him this way and she was now even more wet at the thought of it. Then she smiled a brilliant and devilish smile. "I guess we'll match." He raised an eyebrow at the implication as she leaned in to kiss him, appreciating the easier access her five-inch 'fuck-me' pumps gave her to his lips.
"You look absolutely amazing, my darling." He said to her as he pulled back gently from the kiss. Executing his English accent flawlessly.
Impressed, as always, with the ease in which Greg wielded his tongue, she wished she could pull off any accent, but knew she would have to settle for plain ol' midwest american. "Why thank you, Lord Gregory."
"I like that. I suppose that makes you The Lady Gregory." He teased and began to nibble on her exposed neck. He was already getting hard at the sight of her and wasn't sure how he was going to survive until 8:00 without tasting the most intimate parts of her flesh. Her skin heated quickly with the strange sensation of lips surrounded by bare flesh. Her mind wondered how it would feel for him to kiss her everywhere.
Taking her hand, he led her out into the living area before stepping back and giving her the signal to spin around to give him the 360 view. As she turned slowly, his heart pumped in time with the throbs in his prick. "Breathtaking." He told her and she blushed again under his intense gaze.
She loved him this way. He was exceptional at role play and the tall, handsome, proper British gentleman he decided on for tonight made her putty in his hands. She wondered if he planned on maintaining the role all night or if he was simply warming her up a little for their romantic dinner. When it came to dates, he always did better when he played a part.
He still felt uncomfortable in his own skin sometimes, despite his overcoming so much darkness in his life. She wondered if he ever would trust that his happiness wouldn't be ripped away from him at any moment, but he found coping mechanisms and role play was one he enjoyed, especially when he wanted to show her the depth of intimacy he knew she deserved.
Dr. Greg House wasn't one for sentiment, but Lord Gregory, on the other hand, could say all the things that Greg felt in his heart.
They managed to make it through dinner without more than a little mild groping. It was a perfectly romantic five course meal, served by candlelight. It cost a pretty penny to have the in-room service, but, so far, the entire night's experience had been worth every dollar spent.
It was a quarter 'til eight when the service was cleared and they sat alone again on one of the leather sofas, sipping wine and necking. "If they don't arrive soon, I am afraid I am going to have to ravish you without them." He whispered in her ear as he nibbled lightly, one arm draped behind her shoulders, across the back of the couch, his other on the armrest, with his nearly empty wine glass in hand.
Greg had all but stopped drinking years before, when he finally realised that staying clean for him was a nearly all or nothing venture. However, on a few big occasions he bent the rule and enjoyed a little wine or a beer. Once, he and Allison had even smoked weed with Wilson after he found out about the cancer, when Wilson was trying to get in every experience he could before he died. He had gotten some of the extra potent medical grade marijuana and demanded the couple find a babysitter and smoke it with him. He wouldn't take no for an answer.
They had amazing sex afterward. They hardly had the chance to have sex at all the first few months after James was born, between the healing period and the lack of sleep. That night they conceived Adria, and Greg had always felt like she was, in some way, a little gift from his best friend.
Back when Greg hired prostitutes, they often offer to get him a little high. He kinda hoped that the other couple might include that as part of their offerings. He wouldn't bring it up, of course. Because of his past struggles with addiction, he left all such suggestions and decisions in Allison's court, even with something as small as a toke or two of mary jane.
She glanced over at a clock on the far wall, "You've made it this long, you can make it five more minutes," then set her wine down, kissed him softly, and stood up. "I'm going to go freshen up. I trust you can entertain our guests if they arrive before I get back."
"I believe I remember how these things go. I suppose it's like riding a bicycle," he said, still maintaining the adopted accent.
"Well, Lord Gregory, just don't start the party without me. I'd hate to miss out on anything."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he winked and she turned and headed to the back of the suite. Her ass swayed hypnotically as she walked away, distracting him from all coherent thought. It was his favorite part of her; had been from the moment she turned to leave the interview for her fellowship.
He wondered for a moment if she was nervous at all. She didn't seem to be, but he remembered the first time he had hired a professional for sex, he had been a mess underneath his cool exterior. Now, he had grown so used to the idea of it, even after being many years removed from the last time he had done it, he'd long since gotten over being nervous.
It did, however, still turn him on. It especially turned him on that he was getting to share the experience with Allison. Granted, they agreed there would be no cross partner intercourse, but the many other sex acts open to them would still be intense with a stranger, especially getting to watch. They agreed that either of them could be touched, fingered, or stroked and could return the favor to any partner, they also agreed that both of them may receive oral sex from anyone.
Greg had a hang up with the idea of Allison going down on any other man. She wasn't opposed to the idea of him going down on another woman, though it didn't seem quite fair, she insisted she was fine with it. He hoped she would decide to both give and receive from the other woman.
He wanted so much to watch them 69 but she was hesitant to give. She had never done that before. Her one experience with another woman, years before, had her only on the receiving end, orally. He promised not to pressure her beyond telling her that he would get off on it, and assuring her that it was incredibly, deliciously, fun. She promised to consider it.
He had no issue with the other man getting her off orally either and had so many vivid images of the things they could do as a foursome if they left most oral on the table. He wanted Allison to get off a hundred times, and he had some very good ideas about how to make that happen. Something about the idea of another man's dick penetrating her in any way made him see red, but the lack of fairness still bothered him and so it had her list it as a soft no, and would see if his feelings changed about it in the moment.
Allison was extremely excited by the idea of watching him get head from another man. He could understand, knowing how much the reverse scenario turned him on. She didn't ask him to do the same for the other man, so he asked her if she would be turned on by it. The smoldering look in her eyes clearly said she would be, even though her mouth gave him a weak, "Probably, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
He wasn't surprised. He had given her a little show with her favorite dildo a few times, fucking her with it and then sucking it clean of her juices while she watched and then fucked her with it again. He didn't consider it gay at all, because he wasn't doing it with a man. It wasn't a real dick, just a dick shaped pussy dipstick. He would lick her juice from nearly anything; it was divine.
But doing the same to a real penis… well, on one level he found it to be just wrong. Not in a moral way, but simply in an attraction way. The smell would be all wrong, the biology wasn't a turn on for him in and of itself. But, on another level, it was an intensely erotic notion. He had always been mildly curious how much he would enjoy it.
He assumed receiving a blowjob from a man would be good, since a man knows first hand what does and doesn't feel good.
Once, in college, while high and drunk, he almost let a gay friend of his talk him into trying it. He was probably a beer away from hanging a tie on the door before the discussion was interrupted by his roommate walking in. The opportunity to try it never came back around. He didn't want it enough to seek it out on his own since then.
Now, the fact he would be sharing a virginal experience with his wife made the idea all the more appealing. He hoped he didn't have some sort of random freak out moment. It was the real reason he kind of hoped they would bring some sort of mild recreational drug, to put his mind at rest and help his body focus purely on experience and pleasure.
A knock resonated from the door. The situation would soon be fully presented, the answers in his sites, he wouldn't be content no longer knowing.
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A/N:
Things are about to heat up for our favorite couple, so stay tuned for tomorrow when the real naughtiness will begin!
Thanks for the review Lucy! Hopefully some other folks are enjoying it as well or maybe I scared everyone off this time with my freaky notions about sex. But something tells me my readers are more brave than that. :) If you have a minute, drop a review in and let me know.
Another big thanks to atavares and like-waves-on-the-beach for their help!
