Theirs was an arrangement of logical and mutual convenience. Through the various risks they both had to take with their respective partners, they managed to attain rewards never before dreamed. Beyond the protective walls of the Hotel, they were respectable, law-abiding individuals who demanded decency from all they came into contact with. Within those Hotel walls, well, that was a different matter...
He was married. His Wife, a School Teacher with an avid interest in Religious Studies, was young, attractive and vivacious - to all those on the outside world. Inside, she was curt, demanding and suffering. Her accident had changed her. Before that car had diverted down past her school and mowed her down, she'd enjoyed an active, although monotonous, sex life. From the moment she returned from the Hospital, all carnal thoughts were dead. Her Husband had tried to awaken the dormant personality she'd once been, but each success ended in heartbreak. His Wife refused to be touched from the waist down. Sometimes, if he were lucky, he would have the privilege of a hand job whilst being able to fondle her breasts, but nothing more - and even then, these usually revolved around Birthdays and Christmas.
His Wife was an intelligent woman though. She recognised that her Husband would have an affair if things carried on the way they were going - any man would. Although it pained her to say it - but less so than going through the agony of lovemaking - she told him he could make use of other women: as long as it was purely sexual and that he didn't 'rub her nose in it'. It took him some time to consider her proposal, and after much deliberation, he was determined to turn her down, convinced they could get through his Wife's issues together... but that was before the Conference.
Her relationship was less tragic but just as complicated.
She fell in love with her neighbour. They were the same age, had similar interests and felt like they could talk to each other until the stars died. Their relationship started slowly - a few dates with friends, the odd meal as a couple - but that only seemed to intensify their passions. But she was suffering.
She knew what she was letting herself in for when she accepted his proposal, but that didn't mean the transgression period was going to be any easier.
Her future Husband didn't believe in sex before marriage.
As their courtship developed and their love for each other deepened, her frustration intensified. Often temptation would appear and almost become the better of them. Their sexual dalliances would regularly involve his going down on her: his tongue expertly tracing her labia, caressing the hairs that protected her pussy before sliding his tongue between her lips, opening her slit to him and delving deep inside. His fingers would often join his tongue, entering her, sending electrifying sensations through her body before he moved his tongue over the swollen orb of her clit - licking it, sucking it, gently nibbling on the centre of her orgasms. The pleasures that would tear through her body would drive her insane with yearning; her desire to have him enter her severe. But that would be where the disappointment would arise. Always he refused - she could see the desperation to satisfy in his eyes, but his mouth would deny either of them the pleasure - he would simply manoeuvre himself so she could repay the oral pleasure; taking his cock into her mouth, tasting the salty cum that had already seeped out, she would ravish his dick whilst he reached down and fingered her clit until she felt the eruptions of his orgasm enter her mouth.
Always she swallowed his cum, savouring its taste, but often she felt like spitting it back at him in retaliation for not fucking her.
She had no idea that the Conference would offer her satisfaction in more ways than one.
She had to go - failure to do so would mean a loss in the Promotion race - he decided to go on a whim, figuring it would get him out of the Office for a couple of hours.
The Hotel was situated deep in the Forests of the Peak District, exactly halfway between their respective workplaces - half an hours drive maximum. Neither expected that drive to result in something that would drastically change their lives.
They'd never met previously, but as soon as their paths crossed, they recognised something of themselves in each other. Although they didn't know it at the time, that something was a burning sexual desire, a desire they each desperately needed to quench.
Their initial contact had been the relevant work related small talk: where do you work; what do you do; is your Boss as big an arse as mine? But soon, standing there, each one unable to take their eyes of the others body, admiring and yearning to touch the curves before them, the conversation turned to relationships and sex. Poring their frustrations out to each other, they both felt they had found someone who could relate to their own situation.
Within an hour of their first meeting, they were making passionate love in one of the Hotel's Suites, each succumbing to the others needs whilst finally satisfying their own.
