My wife Karen was two weeks in to a six-week work marathon in Denver, with very short trips home each weekend followed by four or five nights back in Colorado.
She was on a sales trip, pitching software to Christine, the female IT chief of a large company, whom she had known for years. Christine was older and had mentored Karen in many ways.
She'd told me wild stories of their younger days, and once when Christine visited our home, wine and the hot tub had led to my first blowjob from two women at the same time, which ended with me cumming in Christine's mouth and the two of them sharing it with a kiss.
I assumed Christine's husband Mark received the same treat on other visits and often fantasized about watching Karen suck another man's dick.
I knew that Christine still liked to take "work" trips to male strip clubs, but I never asked Karen if she went along, preferring to fantasize instead.
Fantasy led me to a porn site one night, then to a "CFNM" search. These videos of fully dressed woman watching, touching, sucking and even fucking the nude male strippers brought images to my fantasies and eventually brought them to life.
It started with a new page I found one night that said it contained hidden camera videos. I wasn't sure I believed the hidden camera part but the women looked more real, their interactions with the strippers far less rehearsed. Their eyes looked glazed from alcohol and their reactions when strippers came in their mouths reminded me of hot dates with Karen.
It was my third or fourth visit to the page before I noticed that some videos were named after the city they'd been filmed in.
Sin City made me cum incredibly fast as I watched a room full of bachelorette parties blow and fuck each stripper numerous times.
Big Apple featured more sedate appearing businesswomen who were on their knees in no time, swallowing loads with their expensive heels and designer clothes wrapping their exquisite bodies.
Windy City. Tinsel Town. Golden Gate. Each offered a different type of woman letting loose completely.
Then one night, on a night before Karen came home, I found it.
Mile High.
Dozens of videos shot in Denver. Immediately my hard cock was in my hand as I started searching the videos, sure that eventually I'd spot Christine in the crowd.
I was four videos in before I noticed that they were shot in different rooms or clubs. There were subtle differences in the furnishings, hard back chairs in some videos, couches in others.
The best and hottest videos all were shot in a club with red couches. The women were classier, better looking and far more wild.
It was on a red couch in the background of a blowjob scene shot four years ago that I first spotted Christine.