Getting Riley to agree to this was hard, but getting her out of the Inn on time to meet their quick flight to Manhattan was even tougher. After John tracked her down, touring the Inn with that psychic from that stupid television show, he still had to get her packed and ready to leave. But they made it, said little on the plane and almost nothing at all in their beautiful Plaza Hotel room.

She struggled over what to wear from the variety she’d tucked in her suitcase; finally settled on a short, white turtleneck cashmere dress that clung to her hard-earned curves and a pair of tan suede high-heel boots. She gazed into the mirror. She’d dressed that way to please John, but was it too much? Too dressy? Not dressy enough? What on earth does a person wear to a sex club, anyway? Did it matter? The whole point was getting out of the clothes, right? She pressed down her terror at having sex in a room where other people could be watching and left the bedroom of their suite. John was waiting on the sofa. He looked good, a nice suit, crisp shirt, his hair was still wet from his shower and slicked back. She twirled on her toes. Watching his eyes light up and seeing the pleasure in his smile, Riley had to grin. She so did not want to do this, but for John, she’d do just about anything. And she was going through with this if it killed her, just to see that satisfied happiness in his beautiful baby blues.

They were silent in the cab, didn’t say a word until they stepped out in front of the discreet Fifth Avenue address.

“You ready, baby?”

Hell no! she thought but simply nodded. “Let’s do it.” She stopped abruptly. “Were we supposed to bring anything?”

John’s face went blank. “Don’t think so. Brought my cock.”

“Guess we have all we need,” she sighed and climbed the steps.

Inside she was impressed to see a tasteful entry reception; bright fresh flowers at the desk, muted colors on the walls and a beautiful Edwardian fox hunt painting over an expensive silk covered sofa. A couple was about to enter a door to the right and they dragged two large pieces of luggage with them. Riley didn’t want to even think about what the hell was inside those bags. John approached the smartly dressed, attractive woman at the desk.

“Ah … we have reservations. Biebe.”

“Yes, here you are. Now, what fictitious names would you like to use for the evening?”

 “Ken and Barbie,” Riley spouted sarcastically.

John’s mouth twisted and he shot a glare at her.

“Oh, it’s fine,” the receptionist said sweetly. “Not original, but fine. We already have a few Barbie and Kens and several Bambi and Thumpers this evening; last night we had Snow White and six of the seven dwarfs. Would you like to choose something different?”

“Like what?” John asked.

The pretty woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe Antony and Cleopatra?”

“No!” Both John and Riles said and the receptionist sighed.

“Alright, Barbie and Ken it is.”

To Riley’s horror, the woman actually took a Sharpie and wrote ‘Barbie 3’ and ‘Ken 3’ on two of those sticky ‘hello, my name is’ tags and handed them over. “Now,” she said cheerily. “Check your coats at the window and go through the door. Follow the hall for your viewing and at the end of the hall is the restaurant. Your dinner reservations are for seven forty-five and you have plenty of time to enjoy the viewings. A table is ready for you. Oh,” she looked right into their eyes and Riley thought she’d bolt for the door. “Your playroom is scheduled for ten sharp.”

“How much time do we get?” John asked and Riles shot her own glare at him.

“One hour.”

“Where do we go at ten?” he asked and his wife’s glare intensified.

“Don’t worry, Ken 3. They’ll come and get you from the restaurant. Now go have fun.” And she smiled like a model on Project Runway.

Riley really hated that woman.

Coats checked, they stood at the door. This was the scary part for John. Was she gonna do this or was she gonna go all postal on him? He wasn’t fucking stupid; he knew he was pushing the envelope as far as it could possibly go with her. It was actually kinda sad that they’d come to that. He and Riley used to be pretty damn hot. Marriage, the success of the Inn and the arrival of their son had definitely mellowed them both a lot. Did she know he was doing this for them? Or was she just thinking it was about getting his own rocks off … which he sure as fuck hoped he would. It was Riles who reached for the doorknob first and he put his hand over hers, leaned down and whispered.

“You sure?”

She pulled the heavy door opened, shivered visibly and stepped across the threshold.

John Biebe was like a kid in a candy store! His eyes popped and his mouth watered but he had the brains to stay calm and tight at Riley’s side. Along the left side of the very long hallway was a series of large windows, the one way mirrors he’d read about. Holding hands like Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion heading toward the Great and Powerful Oz, they stepped to the first window. Below the glass, a brass engraved sign.

Straight Sex – Voyeurism

He glanced down at Riles before looking inside the room. Her eyes were closed tight and he chuckled, glanced through the window. “Not so bad, baby.”

One eye opened, then the other and then her mouth dropped. Yes, it was straight sex, but nothing like watching a movie. The room was nice enough, typical motel surroundings. The lovers were at it, moving around the bed and seeking the best pleasure they could find in each others embrace. Nothing spectacular until the woman looked right through the window and winked. John’s cock did a little jump and Riley groaned. He tugged her to the next viewing room.

Toyland

For some perverse reason, this one fascinated Riley. She gawked and eyed all the strange vibrating, rotating and gyrating things; the massive dildo connected to what looked like a hand drill, the odd looking insertable items of all shapes and colors. Those two were rocking and rolling, the woman obviously not interested in who might be watching, she was too busy coming and coming and coming and coming!

“Damn,” Riley said and she pulled her eyes away as John tugged her arm to the next window.

Three for the Money, Ladies Night

At that room, it was far more entertaining to watch John than the activity inside. Two women pawed and sucked and kissed and teased one very happy man. “Let’s go, slugger.” She tugged his hand onward, figuring the next one would be her turn to get an erotic thrill. She was right.

Three for the money, Men’s Call

Oh yes, this was good. Especially when they watched both men maneuver expertly to enter both cavities and screw the pretty little blonde at once. Were Riley’s panties really getting wet, God sakes? They reluctantly moved on. From there, things got a little weird, even for John’s taste. They were obviously now entering the fetish holy land.

Dominant – Male

A petite woman was on her hands and knees, a dog collar around her neck and a man tugged at the leash.

“Don’t even think about it, buddy,” Riley growled and John chuckled.

The man was sitting naked on the floor, his legs splayed long and wide as he pulled the leash and pointed to his rock hard cock. The ‘puppy’ pulled away and shook her head and he tugged harder. Finally she sniffed then licked then lowered her mouth to take in the engorged cock. Her very nice technique interested them both, and they stood, holding their breath, watching and waiting until the man dropped his back to the carpet, his legs trembling. Riley took John’s hand and they went to the next window.

Dominant – Female

Now this didn’t turn out as interesting as Riley expected. A man groveled on the floor as his lady stomped a pace around him, shouting words they couldn’t hear, pointing and getting all red in the face. She didn’t even really care what was coming next, she pulled John ahead to gaze into the next room’s activities.

Enema Sex

“You’re kidding, right?” Riley gasped watching a scene she thought only existed in porn flicks and only done by actors and never, ever by real people for real. A woman dressed in a slutty nurse’s uniform was administering what looked like a two gallon treatment to a rather excited man, his butt high in the air.

“I ain’t doin’ that,” John grunted and Riley laughed as he led her to the next window.

Horse Play

“What the fuck?” John and Riley both tilted their heads to watch a naked, leather chaps clad man mount an equally naked woman strapped with a fine saddle and ride her. Neither had words for that. They moved on.

Lesbian

Riley almost yawned as John watched with rapt interest. What is it with men?

Gay

John didn’t even look into the room, simply pulled Riley by the hand past it until they got to the next show.

Bondage

It was just plain strange. A pretty brunette was tied to a chair, her ankles bound to the legs and her wrists knotted in ropes behind her back. She was blindfolded and her lover’s face was buried between her opened thighs.

“She can’t even move? How can that be any fun?” Riles sighed almost sad for the woman.

S&M

It took exactly one split second for John to take Riley into is arms and turn her away from the brutal scene playing out. Watching a man whip a woman, no matter how playfully, was not something his wife needed to see. Not something she needed to be reminded of. God sakes, it’s been years since Riley even mentioned her horrible past, and this night, meant to be exciting and pleasant, wasn’t gonna bring all that shit to the surface if he could help it.

“I’m hungry, you hungry Riles?”

Damn, obviously she saw enough. “Ah … not really.”

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize … don’t be upset.”

And Riley did something he so did not expect. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “I’m not upset. I’m fine. Thank you for doing that, what you always do, protecting me like that … I’m fine … really … I’m just … kinda …”

He got the message, grinned wide and kissed her again. “What do ya say we go back to the hotel … have straight sex … with nobody watching … nothing going up no ones ass … no batteries required … maybe get some Chinese take out and …”

“John,” her fingers slid to his crotch and tenderly massaged. “Shut up and take me to the Plaza.”

“Does this mean you’re the dominant?” he teased as they nearly ran out of the place.