With the usual caveat to readers; this story includes various debauchery from cuckold themes, adultery, unprotected group sex, non-consensual drugging, drug use, moderate alcohol abuse, sexual torment, and related themes. If these things are not your cup of tea, hit the back button now.
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The necessary context for this story includes the time scale in our relationship, along some detail of the business and professional life for my wife KK. Both my wife and I have a long history of adulterous relationships. We now live what's commonly called the 'hot wife' lifestyle.
Prior to normalizing KK's open non-monogamy, she frequently cheated on me. Sometimes this was revenge-driven, KK's means of punishing me for my own indiscretion. Most often it was driven by her own needs; KK's nearly insatiable desire for sexual variety and attention.
KK's profession, commercial photography, has been an avenue for her to conduct, as well as hide illicit sexual encounters, as travel is frequent part of her job. Those aspects of her job allow access to potential partners, venues for off-the-radar sex, and a means of funding it without dipping into joint funds. I don't deny having used my own job-related travel the same way, so in the balance, I would have difficulty finding fault in her behavior.
During the first part of our life together, when we had kids at home, KK's business travel was somewhat constrained. The demands of family life, my business travel, and KK's business travel proved logistically complicated. We were always juggling schedules, at times there was a lot of frustration and hostility stemming from the required balancing act.
Later in life, once the children were on their own, it became easier, far less stressful. We were able to travel independently, as the need arose, sometimes traveling together when it was possible to combine business in the same destination.
Before 'succeeding' into the transition of the hot-wife lifestyle, I always pushed the fantasy of KK fucking other men. Part of that was role-play, bedroom talk, fantasies whispered into KK's ear during sex.
A significant part of that revolved around KK's business travel. I would construct scenarios in which she picked up strange men at the hotel bar, taking them up to her room for wild, uninhibited sexual encounters. I fabricated tales in which KK would be caught unaware in her hotel room, situations like in the shower, on the toilet, or getting dressed, in which a hotel maintenance man, security guard or other staffer entered her room, leading to a hot fuck session. Some were less traditional, around the notion of reluctant, initially non-consensual sexual encounters, like being groped in the hotel elevator, or in the hallway while entering her room, or even dragged into the suite of another hotel guest, to be ravished sexually.
KK always responded positively to these fantasies, experiencing shattering orgasms while I finger-banged her, used vibrators or dildos on her, fed her my hard cock, or fucked her while vocalizing them. KK has always been positively sexually triggered by hotel / motel stays. I used that knowledge incorporated into the fantasy scenarios to stimulate her.
I always fantasized that KK was having illicit sex when she was away on business travel. I suspected it was at least a possibility, whether it might or might not have been probable. Those fantasies were always jack-off fodder, or the core of phone-sex conversations with KK while she was traveling. My own experience reinforced this possibility, as I often used business travel as cover for illicit sex, sometimes with married colleagues, other times as rendezvous opportunities with an affair partner, or random hookups with a woman picked up in bar, or recruited from an on-line source. Particularly given my experience with the handful of married colleagues I had sexual relationships with, I figured KK could certainly be up to the same game.
Almost 100% of the time when KK returned from a trip, we'd have two to three days of marvelous, intensely hot sex. Usually I would either role-play or insinuate that she'd gotten laid on her trip. Those sessions ranged from planting the seed in her head of meeting an old boyfriend, or having sex with a different man every night, to extremes, like conducting impromptu gang-bangs in her hotel room. And 100% of the time, KK would have a smashing orgasm, sometimes squirting, but always intensely pleasurable.
With that context, for the last rough twenty years, KK's travel has taken her to regularly to Berlin, attending a well-known institute for a professional conference and education session, conducted annually. It falls in the summer break, so when the kids were still home, it didn't create a major logistics headache. The timing was predictable, so we never over-scheduled, leaving KK free for the ten days to two weeks necessary to travel and attend the conference session.
Because of the nominal 8-hour time difference, our communication was generally limited to a 'check-in' email, or maybe a phone call, mostly focused on KK confirming safe arrival, or on-time departure for home.
Over the years, those trips happened like clockwork, without KK ever missing a session. After the kids were out of the house, KK and I talked about the idea of me joining her for the annual conference trip, so it wasn't like I never had the opportunity or invitation - but for a variety of reasons, KK continued attending solo. After we made the transition to KK's open non-monogamy, her solo travel was still the norm, but it never came up that KK was incorporating sexual encounters into that particular regular travel. Until this summer.
This year, KK made the annual conference trip. KK front-ended the trip with an overnight in Paris, due to airfare opportunity, and the way her contract was underwriting the trip's cost. All in, the duration was 14 days, and 13 nights.
We spoke once during the trip, a short call confirming KK's arrival in Berlin. I got a text confirming departure for home. Of course, and as usual, my fantasy engine ran wild during KK's absence. Thoughts of her getting fucked by strange men, standard jack-off fodder when she traveled gave me two to three fantasy-fueled masturbation sessions daily. Raids to KK's panty drawer, and our private photo collection helped the cause; I stroked myself silly at every opportunity, imagining KK impaled on some big, hard cock, or her doing one of her amazing blowjob sessions for a private audience in her hotel room.
About ten days into the trip, having not heard from KK, my imagination was running wild. That tenth night, I nearly rubbed my cock raw, jacking off on a pair of her satin Victoria's Secret panties. I jerked to variations of recurring visualization of KK bathed in cum, on her knees in some dark Berlin alley-way, while bouncing on a stranger's cock. By the time I was exhausted, the satin panties were a cum-soaked rag. When I picked them up off the floor the next morning, they were nearly stiff with dried cum, stained, and abused. I wasn't paying close attention, and tossed them into the laundry with a mixed load.
The several days that followed, I tried to restrain myself, and managed to refrain from satisfying myself. I did edge to the verge of cumming, thinking about KK swallowing strange, hard cock, engaged in wanton gang-bang encounters, or having passionate sex with some anonymous partner she picked up in the hotel bar and seduced.
I was at work when KK got home. During the day, I was fixated on having sex with her, playing out scenarios like her meeting me in the foyer, on her knees, ready to suck me off, to bending her over in the kitchen and fucking her senseless. I got the text mid-afternoon that she was home. Unfortunately, there was a stack-up of urgent stuff at work, and despite my best efforts to clear the deck and leave early, I was actually late getting away.
When I got home, the house was quiet, and other than the fading evening twilight, dark. I stopped in the kitchen first, seeing KK's scrawl on the fridge white board: "Home baby. Jet-lagged, don't feel good. Took some sleepy pills, went to bed. Don't wake me."
That was certainly disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. The jet-lag is always worst east-to-west, and based on the timing of things, it looked like KK's return trip had about four or five hours of accumulated delay. So it wasn't unreasonable to be a little beaten down after the flights. I grabbed a beer, cracked it open, and went down the hall to check on things.
KK was in bed, wearing an oversize T-shirt, the sheet and comforter thrown off, the ceiling fan on high speed. She was snoring blissfully, laying on her back. In the dim light, I noticed something odd - it looked like she'd cut her hair. I tried not to disturb her, but I moved a little closer. It appeared as though KK had also colored her hair. It looked jet black, and she had bangs. It was hard to tell, but it looked as though she might have changed her hairstyle to a classic page-boy. I found that very curious, but it would have to wait until she was awake to be sure. I even thought it might be a wig, but I decided to not risk waking her to find out.
I departed the bedroom without disturbing KK. Before making myself some dinner, I looked around for her luggage, partly because I was thinking about snooping - that has been a source of interesting discoveries in my lifetime, but no luggage was to be found. KK must've unpacked before zonking herself out.
So I was alone, had some dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, answered some email, watched a little TV, finally going to bed around ten o'clock. I undressed in the den, putting my keys, wallet, phone and watch on the bar. I was already hard, filled with desire to awaken KK from her slumber by rubbing my cock on a bare nipple, or against her beautiful ass. I took my clothes to the laundry, and quietly went to the bedroom.
KK was still sound asleep. She was on her side, facing the edge of the bed. For a moment, I contemplated trying to feed her my cock, to see if I could get a hot 'welcome home' blowjob. I decided against that strategy, instead I went around to my side of the bed. Her T-shirt was hiked up, exposing KK's bare, curvy ass. I carefully slid into bed, moving into a spooning position against KK, with the intent to rub my hard cock against her ass-crack. KK didn't stir or respond, she just continued on, in the oblivion of Ambien-enhanced slumber.
I was a little disappointed, but selfishly hard and aroused, so I just gently dry-humped KK's sexy butt until I came, squiring cum all over her butt and back. KK didn't react, then started a sort of quiet snore, so I figured my desperate act of self-pleasure hadn't disturbed her. I went to the bathroom, bringing back a dry wash cloth to clean up. Eventually, I went to sleep, but not before jacking off once more, to the fantasy of KK on her knees, having her mouth fucked by an anonymous monster-cocked man.
I was up before KK the next morning. She was still sound asleep. I had an early meeting to attend. KK was still sleeping after my morning ritual, and I gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek before heading off to work.
Later that day, mid-afternoon I got a text; "What time's dinner? Want to go out or stay in?"
I responded, "Out. Italian? Seven?"
KK confirmed that plan, and I texted back, "Home about six."
When I got home, KK was ready to go. She was wearing a button-down white blouse, jeans, and heels. Although not in any sense a special outfit, she looked hot. KK said, "I'm starving! Did you call ahead?"
