I had a work trip to Arizona a few weeks ago, and my wife Sandy came along. I was running a couple of on-site training sessions during the two days, starting early but wrapping up by 4, which seemed perfect. We were staying in a pretty typical business hotel - nothing too fancy, but the room was nice enough and it had a pool and a hot tub. It was also being renovated and half empty, since it was the off-season.
Sandy is about 5'6", with blond hair cut short, pale skin and a lot of freckles. We're both in our mid-30s and in pretty good shape, but her especially her -- she runs half-marathons and swims a lot, and her body is very toned.
She spent the first day exploring the city and checked out some art galleries, then met me back at our room. She asked if I wanted to join her in the hot tub, but I had to pass, there were a couple of calls I needed to make to prep for the next day's sessions. She stripped down and put on her swimsuit, a dark navy one-piece that tied behind her neck. As usual, she had to cinch it tighter a couple times until her breasts weren't spilling out of it. I was on the phone, but enjoyed the view. She covered herself in a baggy sweatshirt, then blew me a kiss and headed out.
I wandered around the room on the phone, chasing down tiny details for tomorrow. Our room had a window looking out over the pool area several floors below, and I could see her chatting happily with a a man sitting on the opposite side of the hot tub.
She was back in 30 minutes or so, warm and happy. "Looked like you made a friend," I said. "That's Drew!" she told me. "He's cool, very mellow, I think you'd like him. He's here for the week."
The night passed uneventfully, as did the next day. This time I had no extra work to take care of, and I was ready to make up for lost time, so when I got back I asked Sandy whether she wanted to hit the hot tub. She was curled up in the corner of the couch near the window, deep in a book. "Maybe in a bit," she said. I hung up my work outfit and was puttering around the room when she suddenly appeared at my side. "You still want to hot tub? Let's do it," she said. I agreed, so we both changed and padded down to the pool area. She seemed like she was in a hurry - she didn't spend quite so long getting her suit tightened as she had the previous day.
When we reached the pool area, we found that Drew was already there. "Oh hi again!" Sandy exclaimed. "This is my husband; honey -- this is Drew." He gave me a friendly nod and then smiled at her. Drew looked to be in his late-20s, about 5'10", and half-Korean, as he had told Sandy. He was in incredible shape - his chest and arms were chiseled. His shoulders were covered with large tattoos, one with some sort of flaming creature and one with a dragon.
We made small talk, and then Sandy and Drew started talking about workout routines. "I just can't believe what incredible shape you're in," Sandy told him. "This is embarrassing, but I feel like a little girl -- can I squeeze your muscle?" He laughed, and gestured to come closer, so she floated over next to him, massaged his bicep, and cooed. "Now I get to feel yours," Drew said. She presented her own arm, which he squeezed, grabbing it just above the bicep so his thumb drifted across her shoulder and down towards the side of her breast. "You're in great shape," he said.
"Not like you!" she laughed, then turned towards him to put her right hand square on his chest, running her fingers down the cleft between his sizable pectorals. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." Then she turned, looked directly at me, and mouthed the word "cicadas". Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
"Cicadas" was a trigger word for a hall pass. A few years earlier, on another work trip, I had slept with a woman I met in a hotel. Why I did it is a story for another time, but not a particularly proud moment. I had come clean about it, and after a difficult stretch, Sandy had forgiven me. At the time I had insisted that she have the ability to get revenge, in part -- if I'm being honest -- because I thought she would never take advantage of it. So for three years it had been on the books that just once, she would get to sleep with whoever she wanted, without my having any say in the matter. She would identify this event with the word "cicadas". The word itself was a joke -- a code word from a spy novel she had read, meant to activate a long-dormant sleeper network.
While I contemplated this, she was whispering something to him, and he laughed and then whispered back. She drifted closer to him and spun so she was sitting sideways across his lap. She whispered something to him and nuzzled his neck, then glanced at me slyly. With both hands he lifted her, positioning her more firmly over his crotch. His right arm was draped across her lap and his hand lay atop her thigh beneath the surface of the water. She whispered again and his eyes darted towards me. She said something else - I was pretty sure one of the words was "fuck" -- and when he turned back to look at her she closed her eyes and kissed him.
As they made out, his hand drifted to her shoulder, then across her chest inside her loose top, cupping her left breast. She sighed with pleasure through the kiss. I could see his thumb circling her stiff nipple. Blood rushed to my cheeks, but also to my cock -- to my surprise I discovered I was getting an erection.
She pulled her mouth away for his and beamed up at him, then raised her eyebrows meaningfully. She shifted her weight and spun to straddle him, then reached between them. Between her body and the swirling water, I couldn't get a clear view, but it looked like she was rubbing his dick through his swim shorts, and based on the look on her face she liked what she found. She moved in tighter, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again, grinding her ass into his crotch. Then she pulled away.
"Everybody ready to go?" she asked. She pulled herself out of the hot tub and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself. Drew followed, led by the erection tenting his swim trunks. I came last, bending slightly at the waist to try to keep my own wood at least somewhat concealed.
All three of us went back to our room. Sandy immediately hopped in the shower, leaving Drew and I sitting awkwardly on either side of the room. I checked my phone to avoid looking at him. He broke the silence after a couple minutes.
