Hotel Horror II (My wife as "room service")

Forgive me for my obsession with the hotel as an excellent place for a capture, but I have simply been in too many of them throughout the U.S. and Europe to not see this as a delicious place for a hunt and capture.

My wife and I are a bit older than perhaps most of you on the board: me, 57 (I was actually at Woodstock, so I guess that makes me ancient:); my wife: age 50. However, we do work out obsessively. I played college basketball and probably could still run a few games. my wife played tennis and still plays a mean game. . . my point people in the late forties and early fifties still have dramatic sex and fantasy lives (I'm here on this board!) and often still look pretty damn good (I speak of my wife, if I must say so). She still has a great body, wonderfully firm breasts which sag only a little (sorry, honey but time marches on for all of us), dresses impeccably. She' quite hot and drives an even hotter car. . Mercedes SKL280 Roadster (grey).

From time to time, we've talked about what she would do if she were grabbed and threatened with rape. Everytime she has said that she would give in to save her life. What's all the fuss, she's seen and done it all. One more time to save her life or avoid physical harm is not that big a deal. She laughs and says that, at her age, she would be sort of flattered that someone thought enough of her to want to grab her. She jests, but i wonder if there is an once of truth in what she says. . . hmm.

. . This has led me to think about the rape of older, more mature women in general. My wife is right, isn't she. We have a son in college. We now have an "empty nest" life style. She's had more than her share of sexual experiences. She is a stable mature (did I say "hot":icon176: ) woman that would probably "roll' with a forced sexual encounter. Isn't this the kind of victim that we are all looking for in our fantasy world??? . . the younger female fantasy always leaves me feeling a little guilty as a propsed forceful taking can have a lifetime of psycological overlay problems for a younger woman. I wouldn't want to responsible for that, even in my fantasy world!

Anyway, I ramble a bit. . here's my fantasy story:

My wife is a representative for a pharmacological company. Therefore, she is often on the road on various business meetings (she's on one now as I sit and write this story). She usually stays at four star hotels through the country. Her usual game plan has her flying into a city on Sunday night. She usually orders room service and relaxes in her room that night. The conferences are usually two day. She relaxes on Tues night and flies back on a mid-day flight on Wednesday. Here's what i would love to have happen to her, given what she has told me (I am honestly trying to figure out how I could pull this off myself or even hire someone to do this with the help of the hotel's a devilish hotel concierge!:

Sue (not her real name but it will do) arrives at her destination in San Franciso on Sunday night and settles in. As usual, she calls for room service which is delivered at around 8:30 p.m. She is still a very classy two piece business suit that she uses for travel with a cream silk blouse and elegant pearls. Dinner is delivered by a muscular blond young man in his mid twenties: blue eyes, blond hair in a pony tail with a roguish, but sincere smile. They make small talk and he leaves.

Things go as planned for the meeting and all appears well. . . that is until the last night (tues) when my honey is trying to relax in her room and get ready for the return trip the next day!. . there is a gentle knock on the door @ around 8:30 pm. Sue looks through the peep-hole. It is the room service young man holding a complementary bottle of wine. . "from the management!" he says through the door. My wife smiles and let's him in. She is now wearing tight fitting designer jeans and a yellow shell that hugs her breasts nicely.

The young man (a hunk of a man. by the way. musuclar, well tanned, and with those gorgeous, penetrating blue eyes!) waits patiently as Sue goes to her purse to get him a "tip." She walks toward him with a ten dollar bill. She can't help but look him over and note to herself that he is, indeed, a gorgeous young man. She is puzzled when he says, "oh please, no need to tip. I'm the one who is here for room service!" He laughs and then, to Sue's horror, produces a hunting knife with a eight inch seraded blade and holds it up to her face.

Sue freezes as he says, 'YOU!!! are on the menu today, you fucking rich bitch!. . and I'm the one I doing the late night snacking this time. . . not you!! NOW GET THOSE FUCKING CLOTHES OFF. . NOW! I WANT YOU NAKED IN LESS THAN A MINUTE OR MY FRIEND HERE (the knife!) WILL START SOME SERIOUS CUTTING!

With that he goes over to the t.v. and turns it on for a little background noise. My wife hesitates, but a backhand to her face, starts her working her arms to get the shell over her head and kicks off her pumps. She remains calm though.

"You don't need the knife, please. I'll do whatever you want." Shell, then bra (that's the order that he wanted); jeans (Sue starts to hop around a little as the tight jeans are a little hard to get off. . he laughs), panties and there stands my bride, a naked piece of female flesh. . . One that suddenly has a huge rubber ball gag stuffed inside her mouth (the young stud had also brought a full gag of tricks along with him, along with the knife) He orders her to turn around, back to him, arms holding onto the back of one of the high chairs in the suite. Slowly he starts to masagemher ass cheeks ever so slowly . . up and down, gently. . . as he tells her that she has quite a night ahead of her. He tells her that he is going to fuck her all night long (he laughs as he tells her that he already taken enough Vigra to keep him hard for a week!). He continued to stroke her ass as he gently spoke to Sue. Ever so often he would grab her cheeks and squeeze causing me wife to flinch a little bit, but then he would get back to stroking her soft buttocks again. Now he would reach under and message her pussy and vulva a little and then get back to his ass-storking.

My honey closed her eyes as her breathing started to pick up.