I married my Carlos because I can read his mind. I can feel everything he's feeling and I can't explain why.
So I knew when he met my new boss at our New Year's party they had met before. They shook hands as though they were hiding something but he knew I could sense it. The only reason I didn't call him on it right then and there was because her husband was standing there. Otherwise I would have had them spill the beans right then and there.
The party was a corporate ploy to ease the tension in the office of a new executive team brought in to fix our declining numbers. Though everything was hectic, I'd gotten promotion out of craziness, so I was happy. I had a new mentor that was kicking butt and taking names and I had a front row seat to all of the action.
Shannon was a gorgeous cougar so it wasn't a surprise to think of her and Carlos having met before. We'd only been together for 2 years but got married after 6 months. I was still finding shit out about him and that was thrilling. If he had an encounter with my new boss before we'd met, I had to know all of the juicy details. Especially since she said she'd been married for fifteen years.
"Very nice to finally meet you, Carlos," Shannon said as she shook his hand softly. "Roxy has told me so much about you. Please enjoy the party and have a wonderful new year!" With that Shannon and Eric continued working the room through the night.
Carlos immediately put his glass to his mouth as though the champagne could block any answers to questions I was about to ask. "She seems nice" is what he would have said if he didn't already know her. "Yes, I fucked her" is what he would have said if he had simply fucked her. But silence was a new twist.
"So how do you know my boss?" I asked with little tact. We'd each met several of our prior relationships without much fuss. We both liked sex and jealousy wasn't an issue. "Shaved or lots of bush? I'm guessing shaved."
After a deep gulp of champagne Carlos grinned ear to ear. I could see the memory replaying in his head and the anticipation of hearing about my husband fucking my new bad-ass mentor seriously warmed my pussy.
"On my first trip to Hong Kong I was supposed to meet a friend at the hotel bar for drinks. It was quite crowded so I asked the guy at the door if there was a quieter area to wait in. He looked me up and down and suggested I try the purple room just behind the elevators. It was a completely separate area but hardly anyone was there because it was kind of roped off. I sat at the bar and ordered a rum and Coke.
"Just as my drink arrived, so did this beautiful Italian woman. She smiled at me and then confusingly said, 'My name is...'
"With a look of dismay I politefully replied, '...I don't know?' and she laughed and walked away. I looked to the bartender hoping for an explanation but he wouldn't make eye contact. So I finished my drink and left to catch up to my friend."
Carlos grabbed two more champagnes as they passed because he needed some liquid courage to get through the story.
"When I bumped into my friend in the lobby he asked where I was hiding because he'd been looking all over for me. I told him that I was in the other bar behind the elevators and his eyebrows nearly jumped from his forehead. 'The Purple Room?' he asked. My look of continued confusion prompted his explanation that the Purple Room was for anonymous partners to meet. If they had already connected online they could meet in real life before sealing the deal or the ladies could simply shop for fresh meat. The women would partially introduce themselves with 'My name is...' and the men would give them a name they had previously decided upon or some other fictitious one. If the women wished to continue then she'd let the man partially introduce himself for her to finish."
My panties were getting moist as I listened to Carlos speak while I watched Shannon and her husband greet people around the room.
"After my friend and I had dinner across the street I returned to my hotel and re-entered the Purple Room. As my second rum and Coke of the evening arrived, so did this beautiful Nigerian lady - mid-40's, very business, all sexy. 'My name is...' she said as greeted me. 'Karen,' I answered without really knowing why. 'My name is...' I replied. 'Victor,' she responded."
"And then you fucked her brains out?" I asked loud enough for our finance team to look over.
"No," Carlos answered. "After you give each other names you spend the next thirty minutes discussing the kinds of sex you would like to have. It's like an interview to keep the anonymity with respect to who you are but all of the details about your sexual needs - mostly the woman's."
The entire time Carlos recounted his story you might assume he'd be looking down or into space or at my boss. Not even close. Every word from his mouth followed his piercing brown eyes directly into my unblinking green eyes. He knew I was mesmerized. He knew I was captivated. He knew I was melting between my thighs.
"She was very quiet in the bar but she warned that would change when we got to the room," Carlos continued. "Nigerian Karen was a handful."
With his brief paused I interjected a question, "Nigerian Karen? Was there more than one Karen?" I asked innocently.
"Technically I'm sort of Karen and she was sort of Victor," he answered. "Patrons tend to always assign the same name to all suitors - so everyone I met became Karen. I so wish I would have chosen a much sexier name."
"So, Nigerian Karen...or Victor...whatever...what was she like?" I begged as my knees bounced here and there like a school girl listening to a ghost story.
"Demanding," Carlos smiled as I could since a flicker of reminiscing pass through me. "Her husband treated her well enough, but she wanted a little more aggression in her sex." He licked his lips as he reached for my wrist. "She liked being loved, but..."
"She missed getting fucked," I finished. My palms were sweaty and his stare was piercing. "From behind," I added for clarity.
"From behind," he acknowledged.
For what felt like 5 minutes we stared into each other's eyes thinking about how he was going to fuck me from behind as soon as possible. In the middle of 80 plus guests we silently stared into each other's eyes.
And then a faint laugh in the distance broke my concentration. That laugh belonged to my boss of course. So I immediately asked, "her name was?"
"She gave me the name Jayce," Carlos replied as he readied himself for my next barrage of questions. He sat up straight and prepared for everything I had.
But I was tongue tied. This was my new boss. My husband. What in the fuck. I was dripping wet and just wanted to go fuck Victor a minute ago. In my head I had mapped out four areas in the building that we could disappear to if needed. But now I wanted to know what Jayce was into.
"Glass of wine?" I offered as I excused myself from our dance. My nerve endings were lit up and I needed to catch a breather. I was going to erupt before we made it to the fifth floor conference room. "Two glasses of red coming right up!"
I bolted for the far end of the floor before Carlos could respond. I hoped the sound of my heels masked the squish of my panties as I passed by the marketing team. When I reached the bar I knocked back two Pinot Noirs before I realized I was supposed to be bringing some back for Carlos.
