Detestable Liasons Ch 03

The sound of the hotel room door shutting woke me up. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but the sun from the window and someone shuffling around the room made my brain turn on. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up, wondering if Archer was in the room. Instead, I was treated to the dream-like view of my sexy wife wearing just a sultry white silk robe that stopped mid-thigh, carrying a tray of something that smelled heavenly.

Coffee and breakfast for the two of us.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Well, I was about to wake you. I got room service for us, coffee, and breakfast," Courtney smiled sweetly as she set the tray down on the end table between our beds and sat. Her hair was pulled back into a hastily fastened bun. Even though it looked a little messy, she was still drop-dead gorgeous.

"Lucky bellhop," I said, reaching over and grabbing the coffee, "Got to see you dressed like that."

"His eyes did linger a moment," Courtney said as she bit into her toast, "I was going to head down to the restaurant and get us some food, but I was afraid my knees might buckle on the way after last night."

Swallowing the coffee felt immensely satisfying, but the effect was muted by the way Courtney was staring at me, judging my reaction, and waiting for me to say something. Finally, I mustered up the courage.

"Last night was... well, it was something," I started, trying to find the words, "It was pretty intense."

"I'll say," Courtney rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes unfocused, likely dwelling on the night before, "Our mystery man sure put in some great work. I think I passed out right away."

I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth so I wouldn't have to say anything in response. Knowing that Courtney enjoyed getting fucked by Archer, her work nemesis, made my stomach turn and my cock wake up. Hearing my wife make noises I didn't know a person could was something I wouldn't soon forget.

"I wanted to ask. I'm not even sure," Courtney said, looking a bit flustered at me, causing my heart to skip a beat. What, um, ethnicity is my mystery man?"

The toast felt like it was stuck in my throat. I hadn't expected this question. I wasn't sure how to respond. Did she pick something up from the way Archer spoke last night? I wasn't sure where this was coming from. "Doesn't that take away part of the mystery? With you knowing?" I finally asked.

"Sure. Yeah. I guess. It's just that..." I watched as she seemed to choose her words carefully. "It's just that in my mind, I pictured him one way. But last night, when he spoke, it made him sound different than I expected. The voice didn't match the picture in my head."

"Different, how? In what way?" I asked. My cock was already getting hard based on where the conversation was going.

"Okay," Courtney said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I know it's maybe not politically correct to ask this. I mean, just based on his voice, but is my mystery man black?"

I knew this question was coming, but my body was still tense. I knew my face was flush, and I looked like a deer in the headlights. The original mystery man had not been black. Archer just happened to luck his way into filling in for the empty slot. The only thing I could do was gulp some coffee and then nod, "Yes. He is. Is that okay?

"Yeah, no, it's fine," Courtney said, smiling at me reassuringly, "I just didn't expect it. I pictured someone else in my head I guess. His voice threw me off last night and made me rethink it. The way I picture him is a little different now." Again she looked away, an enigmatic smile on her lips.

"Hmm, well, surprise, I guess," I shrugged my shoulders desperate for the topic to change, afraid she would ask more questions about her mystery man and discover what I'd done. Or rather, what we'd done, I guess.

"Speaking of surprises," Courtney looked at me like she was ready to jump in the bed and fuck me, "What did he mean about tonight? That you two had something planned for me?"

I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest. I was simultaneously wondering if Courtney could hear it and whether or not I was having heart palpitations. I had no idea what the fuck Archer was talking about, but I didn't want to seem like I was out of control. So I tried to put on my sexiest voice and said, "You'll just have to wait and see."

Courtney raised an eyebrow at me, intrigued. Arousal painted her face. I wondered what she was going to do next. In an effort to save myself from further questions I tried to smoothly change the subject, "But that's tonight. What about today? What are your plans?"

Courtney's features hardened, and I saw her physically make the switch from bedroom mode to business mode. She took a long final sip of her coffee before standing up, "Well, I'm going to try to corner that Tanner guy again and make sure he goes back home tomorrow knowing what my company can offer him and his clients. Besides that, I have meetings set up with different associations to see if I can get to our target clients through them. There are also a few other minor vendors I want to open dialogues with to see if we can partner up somehow. They might already have clients that we'd like to secure, so if we can work together, it is a win-win. I guess today is all about forging new relationships." The competence she radiated as she rattled off her agenda reminded me she was the total package.

"You're amazing," I said, staring at her impressed, "I would hate to be going up against you. You're going to crush it today."

"I know," She said moving towards the bathroom, "I think it's going to be a good one. I did get a great night's sleep last night so I'm well rested. Babe, I'm just going to jump in the shower, I slept in a little later than I planned and I need to get going."

"Sure, baby," I reached for my phone on the table, "I'll be here when you get out."

Courtney blew me a kiss and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I quickly got out of bed and looked around the room for the keycard I'd let Archer use last night. I couldn't find it. It wasn't here. I opened the messaging app on my phone and texted Archer.

H: Hey. Wild night, right? Do you have my keycard?

***

My phone finally buzzed, letting me know that a new message came in. Courtney had already left to hit the show floor. I was still getting ready and brushing my teeth when I swiped open my phone to read the message. It was from Archer.

A: Yeah my bad, sorry I had it in my pocket.

A: I can meet you in the exhibition area around 1pm and give it to you.

I quickly responded back.

H: Sure, see you then.

By the time I got down to the show floor I was a nervous wreck. Meeting up with Archer felt really risky. At least none of Courtney's coworkers would be here to potentially see us. They wouldn't ask why her husband was talking to one of their chief rivals. But I didn't know Courtney's schedule or where she would be. If she happened to stumble upon us and put two and two together...

At 1PM I was sitting outside the exhibition hall waiting for Archer. I kept watching for him and Courtney. It would have been a great time to get the keycard back but by 1:15 Archer still hadn't showed up. I sent him a text.

H: Hey I'm here, where are you?

A couple of minutes later he finally responded.

A: Sorry, got pulled into back to back meetings. Not sure I can still meet. We're going to offsite dinners after this. How about we meet at the same spot we did last night and I'll give you back the key then?

I felt my face go red, but there wasn't much I could do. Still, I stood up and started to walk the show floor. Maybe I could find Archer before he went off to dinner and get the key from him. As I turned a corner, I saw Courtney walking out of a room alongside a crowd of people. Some talk must have just ended. She looked incredibly sexy in a form-fitting, sleeveless blue dress. It was a conservative cut. There wasn't any cleavage, with the top of the dress going up to her neck and the bottom going past her knees. But her body and curves in a form-fitting dress like that was anything but conservative. Not to mention those sexy high heels she was wearing. She seemed like sex incarnate walking the show floor of the actuary conference. Everyone at the conference would know who she was by the end of it.

Several men and some women seemed to agree with my assessment. I watched heads turn, and eyes follow her hot body. Courtney seemed to quicken her pace, and I watched her slide up alongside an older, heavyset man and easily begin a conversation while they walked. It looked like it was Tanner, the white whale prospect she was trying to land.

They stopped and began to have a conversation in the hallway. I stood to the side, trying not to get spotted and hoping not to appear like a creep. Courtney was talking to him confidently, looking right into his eyes. I could tell she was trying to close him. She wanted to return home with a win and this guy could deliver that. Tanner seemed actively interested in whatever it was she was saying, meeting her eyes and nodding along while smiling. When Courtney turned to gesture at the crowds around her to emphasize a point, that old bastard took the opportunity to run his eyes up and down her body quickly.

When Courtney turned back to him, his eyes snapped back to hers. He quickly resumed the role of professional businessman. I continued to watch their conversation for a couple of minutes. Courtney and Tanner shook hands and nodded. It looked like she had sealed the deal, and they agreed to get in touch soon. I was happy for her to have accomplished the goal she had set for herself.

As Courtney walked away, she looked pleased with herself. She seemed to walk a little straighter as she confidently moved across the show floor. Tanner just stood there with his eyes glued to her ass.

I suddenly felt the need to get out of the building and breathe. I found an exit and walked out, taking in the fresh air. I couldn't be in that building any longer. I decided to walk around and look for a quiet spot to grab a drink. After a few minutes, I found a small dive bar and went in and ordered a beer. Waiting for the bartender to finish the pour, I opened my phone and read Archer's message again. I finally responded.

H: Okay, tonight. Same spot, but nothing else after.

***

"Do you think this outfit looks appropriate for my surprise?" Courtney asked, coming out of the bathroom. Hearing my wife's voice, I looked up from my phone as I sat on the bed.

"Holy fucking shit," I mumbled, staring at my wife's body. Gone was the tight blue dress she had been wearing all day. Now, she was dressed for sex. She was wearing a black strapless bra and what looked like a mini-corset. It turned into a V over her belly button with some light lace material. Her legs had black thigh-high stockings with a garter that went up over her stomach. She wore thin little black panties that rested over the garters. Her smile was both eager and submissive, a combination that was complemented what she was wearing.

"I'll take that as a yes," Courtney said as she twirled around, giving me a spectacular view of how her ass looked in her panties. They didn't provide much material in the back, and they made her ass look amazing. My wife walked over to the table and poured herself a large glass of wine. After taking a long sip, she bent over at the waist, opened the mini-fridge, and took out a six-pack of beer. She pulled a bottle of whiskey from somewhere and set it on the counter. She handed me a beer and poured me a double of whiskey, which she knew was my favorite. She left the other beer on the counter and placed the glass next to me on the table.

"For our mystery man and you later when you come back up," she said. I quickly cracked my beer and started to down the cold golden goodness. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do tonight for Courtney's surprise. When I got the room card back from Archer, I supposed I would return and come in and pretending to be her mystery man, but I'm not sure if that would count as a surprise. I gulped down the last beer and reached for the whiskey. It felt warm going down my throat, and it put me at ease within a few seconds.

"God, I can't wait to just blow off some steam," Courtney continued to sip her wine, her body swaying back and forth to imaginary music. "I finally landed that big client. You know the one I talked to you about? It just feels good, like things are moving in the right direction." Her eyes darted with excitement. I could tell she was horny, and getting hornier.

"The big deal one with all the connections?" I looked down at my whiskey, replaying all the events of the day in my head.

"Yeah, that one. We still need to dot the Is and cross the Ts, but he agreed to the deal in principle this afternoon." Courtney beamed. "I'm just glad this trip wasn't a bust."

Courtney took another long drink and swayed her body to music only she could hear. She looked at me seductively over the rim of her wine glass, "What time are you going downstairs to get him?" Her eyes were wide and inquisitive.

I checked my watch. It was then 9:50 PM. Archer would be meeting me down at the bar at 10 pm like last time, "I'll be down there in 10 minutes."

My wife swallowed the last of her wine. "Soon then," she walked back to the table and poured herself another wine glass. I couldn't think of anything to say to her. My mouth was dry, and I was speechless. She looked incredible, and I just wanted to be alone with her. Courtney was leaning back against the table, her chest pushed out, one hand lazily caressing her inner thigh. I took another drink of my whiskey and was surprised that I had already finished it.

"Imagine if all those people you talked to today could see you like this," I finally managed to speak as I opened my second beer.

Courtney chuckled, bit her lip, and looked at me hard, "I'm sure they wouldn't have been interested in talking. They might have wanted something else." She cupped her right breast then, underlining her meaning.

Her words made my dick instantly hard. Whenever she talked dirty like this, it always drove me crazy. I got off the bed and made my way over to her. Pressing my body up against hers, I kissed her deeply. Courtney's tongue slid into my mouth, and we kissed hard while I rubbed my cock against her.

When I finally broke the kiss and came up for breath, Courtney grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch, "You'd better get down there. Don't want to keep our mystery man waiting." Her eyes met mine. Her mouth was open and her breath was getting ragged.

She took another long gulp of her wine, finishing her second glass. I watched her pour another before moving to the bed and retrieving the black satin blindfold. She got herself back into the middle of the bed, put the blindfold on and took another sip of her wine. She then lay back in wait, relaxed with her legs slightly parted.

I took one last mental image of my wife, finished my second beer and left the room. My plan was simple. Get the keycard, come back up and make sweet love to my wife as if I were her mystery man. I reached the bar downstairs at 10:00 PM on the dot and didn't see any signs of Archer.

Deciding to sit at the bar, I ordered another beer and texted Archer.

H: I'm here

This time, he was quick to respond.

A: Just running a bit late. Be there in a second.

If Archer took too long, the wine might have hit Courtney by the time I got back up to the room. She might be asleep - passed out with the blindfold on her face. That would be a great out for me, not having to fulfill any surprise and let her think she missed it because she fell asleep. I'd seen how my wife responded to Archer. I wasn't 100% sure I could pass myself off as him. And now that she'd heard his voice, it might be awkward to go silent again, making me further doubt I could pose as him.

As I sipped on my second beer, I could feel my senses mellowing, and a nice buzz began to settle around my head. I enjoyed the beer and let my mind wander. Eventually, I realized that Archer still hadn't shown up. Checking my phone, ten minutes had already gone by. Frustrated, I text him again.

H: Hey, what's the hold up?

I finished the beer and debated ordering another. I didn't want to start one and then have Archer show up and give me the key, only for me to need to wait and finish my beer before heading back up to Courtney. I decided that I could always chug it and deal with the consequences later. I ordered another beer and began drinking it.

Five minutes later and another empty glass in front of me, Archer still hadn't shown up. Now I was pissed. My sexy ass wife was waiting upstairs for me, and here I was waiting on some asshole to drop off my keycard. The alcohol flowing through my veins gave me a little extra liquid courage to write him a nasty text.

H: what the ffuck? where thr hell areyou?

I stared at my phone, waiting for the three little dots to pop up, but they never did. Fuck it. I was done waiting for him. No wonder his company was so shitty. Their lead sales guy couldn't even keep their appointments.

I paid out my tab and left the bar. I stumbled more than once as I walked across the lobby to the elevator. It wasn't until I got up and started moving that I realized how hard the beers had already hit me.

After double checking I was getting out on the right floor, I walked back to my room. I would knock and let Courtney know that something came up with the mystery man. Loud rhythmic music was coming from one of the rooms downn the hall. It was hard to discern from where as my senses were dulled from the beers.

I stopped in front of what I was positive was my room and knocked. Several seconds went by, and Courtney didn't answer. I knocked again, this time louder, in case she had fallen asleep. At this point, my senses caught up with my body, and I realized that the music was coming from behind the door.

Blinking, I double-checked that this was the right room number. It was our room, for sure. My drunk brain confirmed it. I leaned forward and pressed my ear up to the door. Over the loud beat of the music, I swore I could hear a woman moaning. I knocked again, this time as hard as I could.

Still no answer. Wondering what to do, an idea finally struck me. I stumbled back down the hallway to the elevator and leaned against the wall until the doors opened on the lobby. I checked my watch as I crossed towards the concierge desk. It was almost 10:40pm already.

No one was behind the counter. I had to ring that stupid bell thing until a weary-looking middle-aged man came out from the back room.

"Hi, I'm Harry Thomas from three-twelve," I said as I leaned on the counter for balance. I slid my wallet out and thumbed through my cards until I found my ID. I slid it across the counter to the man, "I lost my room card. I was hoping you might be able to get me a new one."

The man looked me up and down, clearly appraising my current state. "Of course, just give me one moment."

It felt like an eternity, but the man eventually validated me and got me a new card, "Would your wife be needing one as well?"

"No," I said, turning and trying to walk in a straight line back to the elevator, "She's good."

***

It took an eternity for the elevator doors to open. When they did, I squeezed through them, my shoulder hitting the left door accidentally. I stepped off and hurried down the hallway, frantically looking for my room. I couldn't find it. The numbers didn't make any sense. Everything in this hallway had rooms starting with four. I returned to where the elevators were and rushed down another hallway, but again, all the rooms here were in the four hundreds. It took me a second to realize I had gotten off the wrong floor.

I turned back around and headed to the elevators. They were taking forever, so I found the door to the stairs and headed down a level. I slipped going down and had to catch myself on the railing. When I finally got to the next landing, I burst through the door and recognized where I was. I headed down the right hallway and could hear the thumping of the music growing louder. I knew I was heading in the right direction. Room 312 came up quickly, and I took a deep breath before putting my new keycard into the lock. The light flashed green, and I heard the lock disengage.