This story is the follow up to It's Just Sex - Part 1. Again all true, and appreciate any comments/feedback. Hope you enjoy.
The next day is oddly enough, completely normal. I have a 9:30a.m. meeting with Erika as my co-lead. I sense nothing from her; she isn't rude or cold, it's just as if last night never happened. I accept that I had an amazing night of sex with a woman I never would have attempted to meet in a bar. We call it a day early, fully prepared for our presentation to the client later that week, knowing we have tomorrow to review, tweak and otherwise work out all the bugs for Thursday.
As we break for the day, Erika catches up to me and whispers to meet her back at my hotel bar. I almost sprint to my hotel room; put on a clean shirt and brush my teeth, then dash back down to the bar. I am there for about 30 min when she walks in; the first thing I notice is she has changed also. I remember thinking to my self that she made it home and back real quick; but she could have been wearing a burlap bag for all I care. I rise to meet her and she motions me to sit back down. "I only have a minute" she says, and my heart and cock deflate. As she sits, she tells me that she and her husband Dan have gotten a room for the night. I am still wallowing in self pity, not really grasping what she is saying.
Then the bell rings, my head clears and I realize what she has just said; "Are you still interested in experimenting with a guy". In between the confusion, I nod my head slowly and it dawns on me; she wants me to hook up with her husband. She must have noticed the dazed look on my face and says "Well, not just him silly. Both of us." I would consider sleeping with a German Shepard and 5lbs of chop meat if it means another chance at her. Almost on cue, her husband walks in and over to the table. She introduces us, and we make small talk. As he is telling her about their bags, room, and other miscellaneous tidbits; I excuse myself to go to the bar and get a round of drinks after getting everyone's choices. Standing at the bar waiting on the order, I am as nervous as a virgin. It dawns on me; she must have relayed our encounter to him after getting home last night (I can be slow that way sometimes).
As I turn with the drinks, I realize they are both looking at me; I'm being scoped out like a hooker at a brothel...and I don't care. Sitting down, Dan assures me that he has no problem with my encounter with his wife. He says he has hoping she would find someone that could make her feel more like she used to. With out a hesitation, he asks me what my experiences with men are. I gather she must have given him a "Readers Digest" version of last night. I tell him I have no experience but have been definitely been feeling some urges to expand my horizons. "I never thought of bringing another man into our sex life, I never thought Erika would go for it" Dan says, and adds "Don't worry, I was nervous my first time. If you feel something goes too far, just say so." I look over at Erika; she has her finger tip between her teeth and looks anxious. Sure I say, why not; let do it.
We grab our drinks and head up to their suite. When we get inside, Erika turns and pulls my head down for a deep kiss, our tongues swirling and hands roaming. I feel another set of legs pressing on her ass; male legs, naked legs. Dan is behind Erika and is undoing her blouse. I take my cue and unsnap her skirt, watching it fall. Next her bra flies off and I immediately drop to kiss and suck her tits. I trace my tongue along the bottom of her breast, lifting slightly to get right where they join her chest. Meanwhile, Dan is lowering her panties and as I glance around, he is pressing his face in her ass crack. All the time, Erika is moaning and whimpering in pleasure; her hands sliding around my head and through my hair.
