Opportunity Knocks – A Love Story

I tapped on the door of my wife’s hotel room and waited a moment before passing my phone over the lock. I heard the click as it unlocked, so I pushed it open and dragged my small wheeled bag in behind me. I entered the room to see candles everywhere and a serving tray with sweet treats and champagne on ice with two glasses. Usually, when I visited my wife on her road trips, we would go out to dinner and then retire to her hotel room for a night of ‘up close and personal time,’ her euphemism for hotel sex.

“I’ll be out in a second!” I heard her call from the washroom. “Pour the wine, please and make yourself comfortable!” I did as she asked and sat down in the office chair on the opposite side of the room as I waited for her.

She emerged and I was stunned. She was dressed in the lingerie I had bought for her for Valentine’s Day three years before. She’d worn it once and I’d never seen it again after that. I stood up and went to her, picking up her glass of bubbly and handing it to her. We clinked glasses and sipped, and she kissed me softly. “What’s all this?” I asked. She just smiled her dazzling smile.

I suppose this is as good a time as any to describe my wife. She is a tall woman with short blonde hair, only an inch shorter than my 6’ 1”, with broad shoulders and strong muscular arms. She was a track and field athlete growing up and through university, throwing shotput and discus and playing varsity basketball.

Her breasts were large, round and still firm at age 49, capped with small pink areolae and tiny nibs that contracted to about the size of a quarter when she was aroused. Her torso tapered to a trim waist with a slightly rounded tummy, a ruby jewel dangling from her belly button. From her waist, her hips flared out to generous hips and then long legs with fleshy thighs. Below her navel, her curly blonde hair was trimmed into a narrow strip, something she had done at my request many years before. Her clit peeked out, pink and swollen and begging to be locked.

“I just thought I’d surprise you!” she whispered before kissing me again. “Make love to me and then I have something I want to talk to you about!”

~  ~  ~

When I met Heather, I was still married to my first wife, Lauren. One night she and I were out at our local pub that ran an open mic night on Wednesdays. I played guitar and sang, rather badly I thought, but I let her convince me to get up and have a go. “You couldn’t be worse than the last guy!” she laughed, not much of an endorsement but, being in my cups, I consented.

I played and sang the only song I thought I played well, an old folk tune that a rather famous musician and songwriter had written about the birth of his nephew and namesake. It was while playing that song that I first noticed Heather, she was standing by the pool table in the back of the room, leaning on a pool cue and singing along. I couldn’t hear her but as she mouthed the words, I could tell she knew every word.

I finished the song and sat back down with my wife. Several people came up to us and complimented me on my rendition of it, and Lauren was so pleased. Then Heather appeared at our table holding two drinks in her hand, one for me and one for my wife. “May I?” she asked, pointing at the chair across from me. She sat down, introduced herself and complimented Lauren on her earrings, instantly putting her at ease.

“I love that song you played!” she smiled, revealing her even white teeth behind naturally pink lips. She asked me if I knew another favourite song of hers, and I apologized, saying I knew it but not well enough to play it. “Too bad!” she said. She stayed at our table, chatting about music until our drinks were finished. “I enjoyed meeting you, Lauren!” she said, extending her hand. “Maybe I’ll see you both again sometime!” She left and I looked at my then-wife, “She’s a nice girl.”

“Are you kidding? She fucking gorgeous!” Lauren whispered loudly. “I watched you watching her while you played, you couldn’t take your eyes off her!”

“She is rather striking,” I protested.

“Look, I’ve told you, I don’t care where you get your fire lit as long as I’m the one who gets to put it out!” She kissed me and whispered into my ear. “That girl gave you a hard-on, take me home and fuck me with it!”

A few weeks later, we went back again. Unbeknownst to Lauren, I had practiced the song that Heather mentioned the night we met her in the hope that I might see her there again. I was having trouble getting her image out of my mind, and my wife didn’t help by teasing me about it when we were in bed. Lauren had been trying to get me to go up and play again, but I resisted. And then she came in with another tall woman who I took to be her sister. She saw us and came over, saying hi and introducing us to Cheryl, her older sister who was slimmer but no less pretty.

She complimented Lauren on her dress and necklace and then asked me if she’d missed me playing. “We were just going to leave,” I said.

“Pleeeease!” she begged like a child. “I told Cheryl about you and she wants to hear you play!” I looked at Lauren who nodded, so I went to the guy who was running the show and asked if I could do a number. He asked my name and what I wanted to play and when I told him, he asked if he could play along.

He introduced me and the song and Heather’s eyes lit up! Laurens, however, did not. I didn’t know it at the time, but that moment was the beginning of the end of our marriage. We played the song and as I stepped down off the stage, Heather came up and gave me a long, firm hug. “Did you practice that for me?” she asked.

I almost told her that I did, but instead, I lied. “No, I didn’t. But when you mentioned it, I listened to it and thought it was something I could learn. It was harder than I thought, but I liked the challenge.”

“I choose to believe you learned it for me!” she gushed, and she hugged me again. That was the first and the last time I ever lied to Heather.

To say that Lauren was pissed is an understatement. She grabbed her purse and coat and glared at me, “We’re leaving!” I followed in her wake, and when we got outside, she unloaded on me. “You did learn that song for her, didn’t you?” she shouted. “After all the songs I’ve asked you to learn, you never bothered to learn one of them! She comes along with her big tits and bats her eyes, and off you go, thinking you're Johnny Fucking Cash!” She turned on her heel and started walking.

We’d had arguments before, but I had never seen her this angry. I almost had to run to keep up with her and when I tried to take her hand, she yanked it away, “Don’t fucking touch me!” She left me in her wake and when I got home, the front door was locked. I retrieved the spare key from under one of the potted plants on our porch and went inside. She stormed into the living room with a pile of bedclothes in her arms and threw them onto the couch. “You’re just fucking lucky we don’t have a fucking doghouse or you’d be sleeping there tonight.” She pounded up the stairs and left me there in the darkness.

The next morning, she came down and apologized for overreacting. “I’m sorry too but not because I did anything wrong. I didn’t learn that song for her, it’s a love song and if you had been paying attention, I wasn’t singing it to her, I was singing it to you. But you jumped to conclusions and ruined our evening! So thanks for that!”

“So what are you sorry for then?” she asked.

“I’m sorry that I ever let you talk me into getting up on that stage to begin with,” I said.

“I’ll never ask you to do that again,” she said as she came to me and tried to kiss me.

“There’s a problem with that,” I said. “I would never have known it before, but last night, I had fun up there. And I’m going to keep doing it! I’m going to practice and get a repertoire and I’m going to keep playing for people. You have two choices, like it or fucking lump it!” Now it was my turn to storm out, and when the front door banged shut, another nail was driven home in the coffin that would eventually hold our marriage.

Over the next few weeks, I practiced hard in my free time, which I had a lot more of now that my wife wasn’t speaking to me much. We made a few half-hearted attempts at reconciliation, but looking back, I realized that neither of us wanted to. I went back to the pub alone a few times, and inevitably, Heather was there. “Where’s Lauren?” she asked, and I told her that things were not well between us. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!” she said, but I could tell from her voice that she wasn’t.

The final nail was on the Wednesday before Valentine’s Day. I’d decided to give our marriage one more shot, and I went all out – flowers, candy, an offer of a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant. I’d gotten off work early and had just picked up the flowers. When I got home, I heard my wife's voice from upstairs, and the sounds were unmistakable. I’d heard them many times before, and I could tell she was getting fucked but good!”

Stunned, I set the flowers down on the coffee table and listened to her orgasms. Then the rutting ended, and I heard them whispering. “No, we can’t! My husband will be home soon!” I heard him get dressed and then start down the stairs, her in front and him behind her. She stopped on the bottom landing and turned to kiss him. “Soon, I promise!” she whispered. That’s when I decided to enter the conversation.

“I’d take her fucking promises with a grain of salt, mate!” I said evenly, not raising my voice. I went over and stuck my hand out, “I’m Roger, your girlfriend’s soon-to-be ex-husband!” He declined the offer to shake my hand, choosing instead to slink around behind her and out the door, leaving his coat and shoes behind. “How could you?”

“How could I? How could YOU!” she screamed.

“How could I what?”

“Oh, come on, I know you’ve been fucking her! It’s written all over your face!”

“You need to learn to read, my Dear because the only one who’s been doing any fucking around here is you! I’ve never touched her other than when she hugged me that one time, and I didn’t even hug her back!”

“I don’t fucking believe you!” she shouted. “I know you’ve been with her, and so I figured if you can have a girlfriend, I could have a boyfriend!”

“Well, I hope he’s the one you want because he can fucking have you! I’m done!” I picked up the flowers and threw them in the trash. “I wanted to give our marriage one more try tonight but I guess that’s out the fucking window!” I turned to leave but stopped at the doorway, “You might want to start packing! This house is going on the fucking market tomorrow!” I picked up her lover's shoes and tossed them at her feet. “Maybe he’ll put you up, you cheating whore!” I regretted saying that, I had no idea if he’d paid her to fuck him.

I got into my car and went to the hotel room I’d rented for the two of us. I wanted to leave but it was already paid for and paying for another one was stupid. By this time my phone was blowing up with texts and voicemails. I shut it off and tossed it on the nightstand and opened the ’64 Dom Perignon. The argument and the emotion of the night had exhausted me so I passed out with my clothes on.

I called work the next morning and explained to my boss that my wife and I had split up and I’d need a few days. Being recently divorced himself, he understood and offered to let me crash at his house until I got things sorted. I went for a walk and looked at my phone, which had over 100 unread text messages and 22 voicemails on it. I tossed it off the bridge I was on and into the river. I knew that if I answered any of them from my wife, something much worse than a marriage breakup might happen. I went back to the hotel and checked out, and as I drove to my boss’s place, I passed my house. I couldn’t believe it when I saw him there, kissing my wife on the doorstep as she welcomed him in.

I went to the place where I’d gotten my phone and told them I’d lost it. They gladly replaced it, but the girl at the counter was surprised that I asked for a new number. “Vindictive ex-wife,” I said.

“I see her phone is on this account, should I do anything with it?”

“Cut it off!” I said, and with a few keystrokes, it was done.

“Sir, there is a balance on the contract,” she said. She told me how much I owed, and I paid it off.

I texted the few numbers that I could remember to tell them I had a new number. Jenny, a friend of Lauren and I, texted me back. “What happened?”

“She cheated. I’m done!” I replied.

“Good for you!” she texted back. “You’re too good for her.

The next week or so was awful. I’d wake up in the night and wish I was home and then remember what had happened. I waited one morning outside my home until Lauren left and then went inside to collect the few things I wanted from the house: my guitar, some tools and a few books my father had given me before he died. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see a different man’s shaving kit on the vanity beside mine, but I was. Then I checked the closet and my dresser and sure enough, he had moved in there too. I called my boss, saying I needed the day, and he told me to take all the time I needed.

My next step was to call my lawyer. Lauren and I had just drawn up wills the year before, so she was surprised to hear that I wanted to divorce her. She agreed to meet me that afternoon. I gave her the broad strokes and showed her the pictures of her boyfriend’s clothes in the closet and dresser beside mine. She blanched at the coldness of my wife's behaviour and told me she’d file the paperwork first thing the next morning. “I’m so sorry about all this; it must have been horrible!” She came around the desk and hugged me, and it started to hit me how sad I was. I held it together until I got out of there, but when I got into my car, I cried for what felt like hours. I still couldn’t understand why.

The house was solely in my name, it had been mine before we got together and my prenup, which she insisted on, protected me. Three weeks later she moved in with her boyfriend. Three months after that, she cheated on him too and he threw her out. I could not possibly have cared less. The house sold and I was glad to be rid of it. I gave Lauren one-third of the proceeds from the house and she was out of my life forever.

I didn’t see Heather for a few weeks, and it wasn’t at the pub, it was in the food court at the mall. She was there with a girlfriend, and they came over to say hi. She introduced me, and when she saw my face up close, she asked me what was wrong. I gave her the Cole’s Notes version, and she placed her hand on mine to comfort me. It did, but I also felt something else.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “Sometimes it helps to talk.”

“I can’t, not here, there are too many people around,” I said.

“I live pretty close by, we could talk there,” she suggested. She looked at me and smiled, “Just talk, I have no ulterior motive!”

“I could go with you, you know, to pull her off you if she attacks you!” We all laughed, and it helped more than I thought it would.

“Okay, if you think it will help,” I said.

We walked to her apartment, and she fixed coffee for me but none for herself. “I don’t drink coffee,” she said, holding up a Diet Coke. “This is my vice! Well, one of them!” She smiled and winked at me.

“I just don’t understand it!” I said after I told her the story. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” Both women agreed that I hadn’t.

“Let me tell you something my mom told me,” Heather said. “If someone is going to cheat, they’re going to cheat, all they need is an excuse. It sounds to me like Lauren found her excuse!”

“Maybe,” I said. She noticed I was on the verge of crying, so she stood up and opened her arms.

“Come here!” she whispered, and I let her arms wrap around me. I sobbed while she soothed me, and when I was empty, I looked at her.

“Thank you, Heather, I needed this!”

“Happy to help!” she said.

I looked around, “Where’s your friend?”

“She left a while ago,” she said. She hugged me again and then bent to kiss me.

I stopped her, “I can’t! I’m not ready for that yet!” She kissed my cheek and hugged me.

“That’s okay, I understand. Just so you know, when you are ready, I’ll be here!”

~  ~  ~

I did as my wife asked and made love to her. I ran my fingers along the edges of the lingerie I’d bought for her and marvelled at her beauty. When we finished, we held each other.

“Do you know what today is?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Wednesday? She smiled brightly.

“Funny! Today is the 20th anniversary of the night you sang that song to me!” She kissed me softly. “Just so you know, I know you lied to me that night, you did learn that song for me!”

“I did,” I admitted. “But I’ve never lied to you since, and I never will!”

“I know that too!” she whispered. We made love again, and when we were finished, she got up and went into the washroom. “There’s a whirlpool bathtub in here that just might have room for two! Just sayin’!”

We shared the bath, and after we dried off, she didn’t bother putting the lacy lingerie back on, choosing instead to put on her short satin nightie that she usually wore when I accompanied her on her business trips.

We snacked on the treats and sipped the last of the champagne between kisses. “Remember that day you came to my apartment, and you told me about Lauren?” I nodded. “When I said I didn’t have an ulterior motive that day, I lied. I hoped that you would make love to me that day, and I was very disappointed when you didn’t.” She kissed me softly, “That’s the only lie I ever told you.”

“I wasn’t ready. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t. If we were going to be together I wanted it to be special and just about us, without all that other stuff hanging over us.” I kissed her. “You’re forgiven for the lie!”

She smiled and took a deep breath. “I have an ulterior motive tonight as well but before I tell you, I want you to promise me you won’t get angry. Hear me out and I think you will like what I have to say!”

“I promise I won’t get angry,” I said.

“We’ll see.” She took a deep breath and began, “Remember how we talked about different things, bedroom things when we first got together?” I nodded, starting to feel uneasy about where this might go. “Now, I know how hurt you were when Lauren did what she did. And before you start, I know you hate talking about that time but it’s relevant to what I’m going to say so just be patient, please.”

I took a deep breath, “Okay.”

“Okay. Before I go any further, I just want to say I have never cheated on you. I’ve had my chances, and I’m not going to lie, I have been tempted but I know how much that would hurt you so I would never, ever do that! But that said, I met someone I want to tell you about.”

I shifted uncomfortably and selected my words carefully, “You’re not the only one who’s had chances but I have never been tempted, not even a little bit. You are my everything and you saved my life, I wouldn’t even dream of it and I’m surprised that you would be!”

“You made me a promise a few minutes ago and I expect you to keep it!” she countered.

“Okay,” I said, “go ahead.”

“Remember when we talked about maybe adding someone to our bedroom? Well, I might have found that someone and I’d like you to meet her!”

“Her?” I said. “Go on.”

“I met her last fall. Remember that night you were going to drive up but that wicked storm hit? Well, I was disappointed, not in you, but in the situation. I had been looking forward to us being together. I went to the hotel bar for a drink and she was there. She was in the same situation, her husband was going to meet her here and they were going to have a romantic night together. We got to talking and she suggested that maybe we should take care of our little problem ourselves!”

“And you couldn’t,” I said.

“No, I couldn’t. I wanted to, God knows I wanted to! You know that I’ve been with women before I met you and you know that I’d like to do that again, but I wouldn’t do it without you.”

I see,” I said. “Thank you for being honest with me, now I’m going to tell you something.” I took a deep breath before kissing her. “You should have done it and told me about it afterward. You know that’s something we’ve both wanted, and we always said that if the opportunity came up, we’d take it. Opportunity knocked, you should have answered the door.”

“Together,” she said. “We always said that if we did it we’d do it together.” She kissed me and placed her finger on my chin. “Opportunity is knocking, should we answer the door?”

“What, now?”

“She’s right next door,” Heather said. “I asked her to be here just in case.” She got up and went to the door that joined our two rooms and knocked three times.

“Who is it?” I heard from the other side of the door.

“Opportunity!” Heather called back. I heard the deadbolt slide open and the door opened to reveal a beautiful woman about my age with long dark hair wearing all-black lingerie.

She entered our room and looked at me before looking back at my wife. “Hi, Heather, I’m so glad to see you!” They kissed and their hands pulled each other tightly together. Their kiss broke and the stranger came to me. “Hi, I’m Pamela but you can call me Opportunity!” She reached her face up and kissed me, running her hand along my erection. “You seem happy to see me!”

I was speechless. So many things were running through my head I didn’t know if I was coming or going. She kissed me again and my wife joined us. “Told you that you’d like it!” she said as the three of us held each other.

She dropped to her knees and Pam joined her. They licked and kissed my cock, alternately slipping it inside their mouths for a brief but intense suck between hot kisses. I almost came just from watching them. After a few moments, Heather stood up and kissed me while Pam kept my dick in her mouth. “Remember what you said you’d like to do if this ever happened?” She kissed me again and then took Pam’s hand and helped her up. They led me over to the chair and sat me down and then got onto the bed and resumed kissing.

“I have wanted this for so long!” Pam breathed.

“Me too!” Heather replied. “But you know why we had to wait!”

“I do but we don’t have to wait any more, do we?” Heather smiled and laid on her back and Pam twisted around so they could service each other’s dripping snatches. I stroked myself slowly as they got into it, evoking loud moans and sighs from each other as they kissed, licked and fingered each other’s pussies.

Pam looked over at me. “Any chance of getting some nice hard cock to fill me up?” I moved to get Heather’s attention before acquiescing to Pam’s request. She looked at me quickly and nodded and returned to her work. I got into position and heard Pam’s long sigh as My cock slipped out of sight inside her wet pink folds.

“MMM, PERFECT!” she moaned loudly as my hips pressed against the cheeks of her ample ass. I began to move in and out of her and could feel the tip of my wife’s nose against the bottom of my shaft every few strokes as I fucked this strange woman’s pussy. In my excitement, my cock came completely out of her and when I went to push it back in, I felt the familiar sensation of it slipping into my wife’s throat. She spat it out and guided it back into our lover’s wetness and resumed suckling on her clit.

“That’s it, Baby! Fill that pussy full of your sweet, thick cum!” I heard my wife pant when she stopped licking to take a breath. From the noises she was making it was obvious that Pam was very adept at pleasuring women’s pussies.

Living out this long-held fantasy of mine meant that instead of making it my usual 10 minutes or so, I was primed and ready to blast off in under five. Heather knew my tells and provided a play-by-play (or would blow-by-blow be more accurate?) of what was going to happen.

“Oh, Baby! (Nom, Nom, Nom) You’re gonna fill that pussy up so full! (slurp, slurp) Come on! Give it to her! (Mmmmmmm!) Fuck that pussy!”

Pam’s hips started twerking as she came, her slick fluid gushing out around me and dripping down onto Heather’s face! I came right behind her, grunting and groaning as I unloaded my cum into her. Heather hungrily lapped up anything that escaped her, suckling noisily and moaning when she came up for air.

Exhausted, Pam rolled off of Heather’s body and lay on her back, her chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering her breasts. “Give me a minute, I’ll finish the job!” she panted.

“I got this!” I called and I dove between my wife’s meaty thighs. Heather’s hands grabbed my hair roughly and held me there, not letting me move until I had completed my task. She sometimes did this but this was the hardest she’d ever pulled on my hair. She must be extra worked up today.

Somewhat recovered, Pam shimmied underneath me and locked her lips around my shaft, cleaning my cum and hers from me. This distracted me from the task before me, making my wife tug on my hair and growl, “FOCUS, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!”

I used two fingers, palm up, to rub her G-Spot and she screamed when I made contact. Alternating licking and suckling on her clit while rubbing did the trick, her pussy exploded and a howl came from the very depths of her soul! By this time, Pam had fully revived my cock so I scurried up and plunged myself into her, getting in a few quick strokes I needed to fill her pussy with load number two! Her calves wrapped around my ass and she held me inside her, unable to move. It was at these times that I thanked the fates that I’d married this Amazon woman, it felt like we were melded into one orgasmic soul.

Sated and soaking wet, we cuddled together with Pam in the middle sharing kisses with Heather and me as we recovered our senses. “Was this worth waiting for? I asked my bride.

“Yes, and no!” she replied. “Yes, it was worth waiting for and no, we should have done this years ago!”

“Well, one thing is for sure!” Pam chimed in. “On those trips when you can’t make it up to be with her, you won’t have to worry about her being with some strange man!”

“I have never once worried about that!” I replied. “But it’s good to know she’ll have someone to look after her needs!”

“You don’t have to wait until the times he can’t be here you know!” Heather laughed. “You’re welcome to join us any time!”

“Like next weekend when I have to go to the city?” she asked.

“We will be very offended if you don’t come and stay with us!” Heather said.

“Or, I could just get a nice hotel room and we could stay there!” Pam offered.

“I know one that has large whirlpool baths!” I suggested. It was one of my fantasies to watch my wife take a bath with another woman and Heather knew it!

“You got it!” Pam said.

We shared that king-sized bed that night and every time any of us moved, we started up again. By the time the two women had to go to work in the morning, we were exhausted. I packed up our things and returned home for a long nap.

That night, when she returned home, Heather wrapped me in one of her superstar hugs. “Thank you, you amazing man! Last night couldn’t have been more perfect!”

“It was a lot of fun, for sure!” I said. “You always said that if we ever shared with other people, it would change how we feel about each other. You were right.” We kissed softly. “You have unlocked a whole new level of love and lust in me! I used to think I couldn’t love you more than I did but I was wrong! You had a chance to do something you knew you would love and you wouldn’t do it without me!”

“Sweetie, we live our wedding vows every day! And I will never break those promises we made that day, not ever!”

“Probably just as well we left out the whole, ‘keeping ourselves only to each other’ bit from our vows!” I said.

“Yes, my darling it is!”

Ten days later, Pam texted us that she was all checked in and gave us her room number. We finished packing up our overnight bag with the few things we’d need, her lingerie and our toys mostly, and headed out, taking a taxi to her hotel. We got to her room and Heather knocked three times on the door.

“Who’ is it?” came the call from the other side of the door.

“Opportunity!” Heather called back.