JJ and I met today for some afternoon fun. We met at the same hotel we've been going to for a long time. We like it there. The couple that runs the place is a little odd, but they are nice to us and very discreet, so I don't want to judge them. They let us pay cash without putting a credit card down as security, and the rooms are clean.
I've written about our experiences with Strange Hotel Guy and his wife several times. Over the last 10 months, we've become more and more comfortable with them, and they with us.
But there are still some things that are strange.
We have been there somewhere between 30 and 40 times over the past ten months - always in the afternoon and we're always out of there within a few hours. It's pretty obvious what we're doing there.
But every time, Mrs. Strange Hotel Guy asks, "Would you like a wake-up call?". WTF? Does she really think we're napping? We politely reply, "No, thank you," but sometimes I want to say, "Yes, please. Call in three hours so we don't fuck right through the time we have to leave. My husband hates it when I'm late getting home."
There's another strange exchange that goes on every time, too. We ask for the least expensive room because it just doesn't make sense to us to spend a bunch of money on a suite or a large room when the tiny room will be just fine for a few hours. Mrs. Strange Hotel Guy always says, "but that room is really small," as she tries to talk us into a more expensive room.
I say, "Thanks, but that room is large enough," but I'm thinking, "All we need is a bed....and a chair....and a desk... A bunch of extra space is not necessary." I guess she thinks we need room for a rhythmic gymnastics floor exercise. More importantly, doesn't she know that the small room has more mirrors (including a full wall of mirrors at the head of the bed)? They are clearly designed to fool us into thinking the room is big, but I like watching JJ do his thing. I'm referring to me, of course.
And then there's housekeeping. It seems that they are always cleaning whatever floor we happen to be on. Today, in the middle of our time together, there was a knock on the door and someone attempted to open it. Thankfully, JJ had engaged the locking mechanism that keeps the door from opening more than an inch.
Then I heard a voice shout, "Housekeeping!" and the door shut. We arrived an hour and a half earlier and the room was clean and ready. We were leaving in about an hour. Heck, the housekeeper was vacuuming the hall when we arrived and she saw us go into the room.
Do people having affairs often need housekeeping to step in after an hour or so to freshen up the room? Should one get up and dressed for that or can she give us fresh towels while JJ continues to pull my hair and give me a nice hard ass fucking?
It was just weird. So weird that I wanted to shout back, "No, thanks. But we could use a wake-up call in an hour or so."