Burner Phones

Dinner was scheduled to start at 7:00 p.m. with cocktails beginning at 6:00 p.m. Our group planned to meet in the elevator lobby on the ballroom level shortly before 6:00 p.m.

The gents assembled at the appointed time, looking dapper in our blazers. Matt looked particularly chic sans necktie. The ladies were running a bit late, perhaps putting the finishing touches on their makeup. When the elevator door opened and Kelly, Grace, Priya, and Emma walked out, we four gents just stood there paralyzed.

Kelly was a knockout MILF in her sleeveless black mini-dress with sheer stockings and heels, with tasteful makeup and her hair in a Sarah Palin style half up do. Priya looked fabulous in her red long-sleeved scoop neck dress with matching scarf and floral accents that accentuated her curvy body. She wore her dark brown hair long and sexy with waves and gentle curls. Grace chose a white playful off-the-shoulder party dress with a mini side slit with white stockings and pumps. With her bright red lipstick and exotic black hair pulled back over her ears and done up in braids and curls, she practically screamed Asian fuck doll. Emma was a bit more conservative but no less stunning in her dark green textured dress with a V-neck and 2/3 length lace sleeves. With her big blue eyes and her ginger locks done up in a curly bun, she was an Irish wet dream waiting to happen.

"Shall we go in?" asked Emma.

Jack, Albert, Matt, and I just stood there without a word, staring at our drop-dead gorgeous coworkers in disbelief.

"Scrape your jaws off the floor," Emma giddily chided. "You guys have known us for over twenty years."

Although that was true, we had never before seen our lady coworkers in this form of packaging or, with the obvious exception of Jack, been so close to fucking one of them.

"I could use a drink," Jack finally offered. We all agreed and headed inside the ballroom, with the ladies attracting suggestive stares from the other men in attendance, which only made them feel and seem even sexier.

The eight of us were never at a loss for words around one another, but we all just stood around nervously nursing our cocktails, simmering in our desperate heat.

Albert then said, "You know, I'm not really hungry. How about the rest of you guys?"

"Me neither," agreed Kelly, "Do we have to stay for dinner?"

"Yeah, I don't need dinner," added Matt, "I think I'm ready to skip straight to dessert."

After Grace, Priya, and I expressed similar thoughts, Emma said excitedly, "Ok, let's go back to our rooms. I'll tell the organizer that we were called away unexpectedly and to not serve our table at dinner. How about everyone freshens up and then at 6:45 it's go time?"

We all agreed and started to head for the elevator. As Emma turned to go find the organizer, Jack grabbed her arm and then pulled her into a carnal embrace. "Have fun tonight, Babe," Jack said.

"You too, Babe," replied Emma, giving Jack a brief but steamy kiss.

* * * * *

When I got back to my room, I was already hard. The long and spicy buildup to this moment had been thrilling, and I couldn't believe that the time had finally come to meet my buddy and fuck the life out of her.

I took a leak, brushed my teeth again, and fixed my tie in the mirror. Then I sat on the bed and started waiting out the remaining minutes, imagining Priya's sensual dark brown hair falling in front of her face as she sucked my cock, Emma riding me in that incredible green dress, going down on Kelly with her stocking-clad thighs squeezing my head, and sliding Grace's thong to the side and fucking her up against the hotel room wall.

I couldn't stand it much longer and started to reach inside my pants, when my iPhone buzzed on the nightstand. I had forgotten to set it to Do Not Disturb. It was a call from my daughter Jessica.

"Hi Dad! Mom said you that you're in Las Vegas. That's exciting!" said Jessica.

"Hey Sweetie, yes I am. Everything ok?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, everything is fine. I was wondering if you could send me the recipe for your strawberry chocolate chip muffins," she asked.

"Sure. How about I take a photo of it and text it to you when I get back home tomorrow night? Or do you need it sooner?" I responded.

"Oh no, that's perfect. No rush," she replied.

"You have an office party or something?" I asked.

"Um, no. I want to make some for my, um, a friend of mine," Jessica said hesitantly.

"Is this friend a boy?" I probed.

"Dad! Stop!" Jessica protested without saying no.

"Let's hear it. Tell me about him," I insisted, suggesting to her that she wasn't going to get the recipe without squirming a little bit.

"Um, well, he works in my department, and, I dunno, we've kind of been seeing each other for a while, and, um, I really like him, and um..." Jessica confessed.

"I see," I interrupted, taking my daughter off the hook. "Why don't you bring him to visit the next time that you're back in Raleigh?"

"Oh, ok! Thanks Dad. I love you. Bye!" responded Jessica, with relief and happiness.

"I love you too, Jess. Good night," I replied, feeling very old all of a sudden.

I unlocked my iPhone and started scrolling through some pictures of Jessica and her brother Eric. I paused at one photo of the two of them at the breakfast table when they were probably in early grade school. I loved this photo so much that I had scanned and uploaded it to my phone. Their carefree smiles were smeared with melted chocolate from the fresh baked muffins, with my pretty young wife Lauren in the background futilely trying to wipe their faces.

I stared at that photo for bit and began to feel very ashamed. For those of us fortunate enough to have been blessed with a daughter, that experience comes complete with a free moral compass. If you ever need to decide whether or not you should do something, all you need to do is ask yourself whether your daughter would be disappointed in you if she knew about it.

As my daughter was perhaps in the process finding her soulmate and love of her life in one of her coworkers, I was preparing to cheat on her mother with one of mine. I didn't need to ask myself whether Jessica would be disappointed in me. I only asked myself how I had managed to let things get this far.

The alarm on my iPhone rang. It was 6:45. I looked at my burner, and there was a new message.

[red]: im in 815. ur place or mine?

[blue]: meet me in 717

[red]: be right down ;)

My mind was frantically trying to figure out how to handle this come-to-Jesus moment. No matter what explanation I could conjure up, there was going to be an angry and frustrated woman on the other end.

Grace and Emma ran into each other in the 7th floor hallway and exchanged nervous giggles. Emma positioned herself in front of her appointed door and paused. Grace stood in front of her buddy's door and then knocked. The two ladies gave each other one last look of excitement as the door to 715 suddenly opened. Emma watched as a hand reached out and quickly yanked Grace inside, the door slamming shut immediately thereafter.

Emma took a deep breath and knocked. I opened my door and set my eyes upon my dazzling redheaded coworker.

"Hey Mister," Emma purred.

Two separate forces conspired to render me speechless. Emma's captivating beauty and my failure to come up with a plan to explain to her why she wouldn't be getting fucked tonight, at least not by me.

"May I come in?" asked Emma, whose patience undoubtedly had limits.

I swung the door open wider and moved out of the way, motioning her inside. After Emma entered, I closed the door slowly, stalling a bit to try and figure out what to say. I pushed the door shut and turned around, when Emma suddenly launched herself at me, pinning me against the door and pressing her lips against mine with passionate force. I raised my hands to push Emma away, but all I ended up doing was unintentionally place them directly on her breasts, adding fuel to the proverbial fire.

I'm not gonna lie, feeling my married coworker's chest, smelling her amazing perfume, and kissing her hungry mouth was incredible. Exhilarating. Intoxicating. God, right then I wanted to fuck Emma more than any woman on Earth. All I needed to do was get out of my own way.

"Emma! Wait!" I suddenly said, managing to push her back slightly. "Let's go sit on the bed," which I hoped would appease her at least temporarily and buy myself some time.

Emma took my hand and led me to the bed. As we sat down, she leaned in for another kiss.

"Emma, please wait," I said. "I need to tell you something."

She looked at me with eyes that said, "This better be good."

I began telling her about my phone call with Jessica, how it was looking like Jessica was getting serious with one of her coworkers, and how I was really happy for her but that it made me feel uneasy.

I could tell that Emma wasn't exactly sure what was happening. I don't know what she was thinking at that instant, but it could have been something like, "David, if this is supposed to be some kind of kinky role-playing game, it's not doing it for me."

"Pretty much all I've done the past week is dream about making love to you...and Priya and Grace and Kelly," I began, then immediately thought to myself that maybe I should have left out that last part.

"But when I got that call from my daughter, it kind of rebooted my system, made me remember the people in life that I love the most, and reminded me that who I am and the actions I take have a profound effect on them.

"It made me think of the day I married Lauren. When I recited those vows, I remember consciously thinking to myself that I wasn't going to just speak them, I was truly going to live them. But like most people I'm guessing, even though we may go in with the best of intentions, we get lazy and start to take things for granted, our vows becoming some words that were merely spoken but not actually paid attention to. I can't even remember all of the words anymore. I remember some of them but not all of them.

"That phone call made me ashamed. It made me realize that maybe I didn't ever know what those vows really meant but also that I needed to try to live up to them anyway.

"So, I can keep my vows to Lauren or I can make love to you. Believe me, I want to. But I can't do both. I'm sorry Emma, but I just can't go through with it."

Emma looked at me for several seconds, as I braced for her response. It looked like she finally was about to say something, but then she remained silent for several more seconds, and then several more after that. Then she suddenly burst into tears.

Of all the potential reactions that I had considered--a slap to the face or kick to the groin came to mind--that one I did not see coming. I began to wonder if she thought that I didn't find her attractive.

"Hey, hey," I said, putting my arm around her. "Trust me, Emma, I really wanted to. You're a lovely woman, and..."

"It's not that," Emma cut in, still sobbing but regaining her composure a bit. "I just wish that I had what Lauren has."

"What do you mean?" I asked, honestly not sure what she was getting at.

"None of you guys know this, but Jack and I have been growing apart for a while now," Emma started to explain.

"We had some discussions about separating, but we ultimately kept living together to see if things would improve. When they didn't really, we came up with this thing with you all as sort of a last attempt to rekindle our relationship.

"It definitely worked physically. Jack and I have enjoyed each other the last few weeks more than we have in the last several years combined. And just so you know, it wasn't our intent to use you guys for our selfish gain. Both Jack and I really convinced ourselves that it would be an incredible experience for all of us. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

"Anyhow, you just demonstrated to me what a totally committed, loving relationship looks like, and I'm sad because it's clear to me that Jack and I don't have one. I probably already knew deep down that was the case, but maybe I just didn't want to admit that my marriage was a failure."

As I was thinking about how to respond to that, both Emma and I heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming from the room above. There was also what sounded like a headboard knocking into the wall separating our room from 715, coupled with male and female grunts of pleasure. I guess we both were too engrossed in our conversation to notice before.

"Sounds like the others are having fun," I said, hoping it would somehow cheer Emma up a bit, though I'm not sure why I thought that.

"It sure does," she agreed.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" I asked. "I'm kind of hungry all of a sudden."

"Yeah, I'm actually starving," Emma replied, her eyes brightening a bit. "You like Japanese, right? I heard about this place called Mizumi. Maybe we can get a table."

"I love Japanese. Let's go," I agreed.