It had been almost six months since I watched my wife, Courtney, sleep with Archer in that hotel room. Since then, I have just not been able to get it out of my head. Seeing her submit to someone else, seeing her body respond to him. The noises she made and the way she gripped his body with hers drove me wild.
I felt bad knowing that I'd accidentally picked someone that she couldn't stand. Someone who professionally caused her a lot of grief since he was from a competing company that used some underhanded practices.
It was hard to admit to myself, but knowing that my wife had sex with someone she detested turned me on. I felt guilty keeping that from her, but I felt I had enough deniability that it was okay. Just picturing them together was enough to distract me from my entire workday. Sometimes, the smallest detail would be enough to put me in what seemed like a trance.
Our sex life had been on fire since that night. We role played the situation in our bedroom all the time. Sometimes, Court would come home from a stressful day at work and ask for her '
mystery man
' that night. She would blindfold herself and get naked in the bed, and I would come up a few minutes later and take her, trying to recreate the performance burned into my memory.
Every moan she made when I was playing her mystery man reminded me of the way she moaned for Archer. I couldn't help but think of them together and the sounds Archer had brought out of her every time we role played that scenario.
I threw out most of the swag I'd gotten from that conference. Ultimately, it was mostly junk that would collect dust, although there were some pens and office materials I could use. I didn't throw out Archer's business card, though. I kept it in the desk in my office. It felt like a bomb, ready to go off. Whenever Courtney was in our home office, I would cringe, thinking she might discover it.
I looked Archer up on LinkedIn. His profile wasn't too populated, but he seemed fairly active on the platform, particularly liking and commenting on posts from people he seemed to be targeting to sell to. I was even able to find a couple of comments on the posts of Courtney's company. Archer would engage with the commenters who seemed interested in their services. He would reply, trying to push them towards his own company's services, disparaging Courtney's company and even offering to have a conversation with them to tell them why they were better. His company, The Lincoln Group, seemed to be one of those faceless multinationals that had a lot of business lines, but you never really get a good sense of what they do. They seemed to acquire startups and then spin out their services under the Lincoln Group corporate umbrella. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but Courtney was right. There was something shady about them.
Over the past few months, Courtney has been frustrated with them. She hadn't mentioned Archer, but it sounded like the Lincoln Group was doing some underhanded things.
The call center at Courtney's company got flooded with spam calls and emails from overseas. The only thing was, the calls and emails sounded legitimate until their agents spent some time with them to learn they were fraudulent. This made it much harder to resolve real issues, which, understandably, upset their customers. They were also getting review bombed on several sites, which they needed to counter and spend time refuting.
While they couldn't prove it was the Lincoln Group behind it, the executive team at the company felt strongly that it was something they would do. Courtney was directly affected when a ton of new leads started coming into the business that her team had to qualify and work on. Ultimately, many of these led nowhere and delayed Courtney's team's response to high-quality leads. The delays took long enough that often, the Lincoln Group would have already secured them by the time Courtney's team talked to them.
The last few months had been stressful for her professionally, so I tried to do what I could to make things easier at home.
***
"So there is a conference coming up next month," Courtney was playing with the rim of her wine glass, "It's not the typical conference we'd go to normally. It's more of an adjacent industry, but a big prospect is going to be there that we want to secure. So it will just be me going, not the rest of the sales team."
My mouth felt dry, so I took a sip of my own wine. I hadn't expected her to drop something like this while we were out having dinner.
"Where's the conference?" I said calmly, trying not to show Courtney what I was thinking.
She smiled immediately. Clearly, she could read my mind, "It's at the same convention center as last time."
Now she was looking at me with her bedroom eyes. The ones that would push me over the edge and make me cum whenever we had sex.
"Oh yeah, that's a nice place. Want me to come along again?" I hoped she was steering this conversation where I wanted her to. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, wondering what she might say next.
"Of course," she took a long sip of her wine, "There are many things I would like to do again on this trip."
I gulped, "Anything in particular?"
Courtney bit her lip and looked around the room. She casually ran her fingers up and down the strap of her dress, "I was thinking...if you enjoyed having your fantasy fulfilled last time, maybe we could do it again."
I could feel my face turning beet red. I couldn't seem to find any coherent words to respond with.
"Uh. Maybe?" I whispered, "I mean, if we did that, I can start looking online for someone --"
"What about our mystery man from last time?" Courtney's foot was sliding up my calf under the table. "We've been fantasizing about him together for months now. He did what we wanted last time, and we should reward him again, shouldn't we?"
"Are you sure? I mean, you don't even know who he is. You were blindfolded, he could be ugly for all you know." I knew I had to at least try to divert her off of Archer.
"That doesn't really matter when I have a blindfold on, does it? Besides not knowing who it is makes it hotter. I just know that he clearly knows what he is doing in bed and if we were going to do this again I want to make sure I at least enjoy myself while doing it."
"So you want the same mystery man again? I guess I can try to reach out and see if he's available, but I don't know if he will be. Are you sure you don't want to try anyone else?" I tried not to stutter as I spoke.
Courtney's foot found my crotch. She smiled devilishly, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that fantasy to be fulfilled just yet."
I didn't understand what she meant, "What do you mean?"
"Trying someone else plus the mystery man. Being with two men at once. It's a hot idea, but I don't know if I could be that slutty." Her foot was now running up and down my stiffening shaft.
