We were going out to a party out of town. We would be spending the night so that the one hour drive wouldn't become a DUI waiting to happen, or something worse. The event was an annual appreciation dinner for clients of my company's business insurance provider. My wife and I had gone last year and had a moderately good time. I thought we had to go as a good business decision and besides, it was better than staying home. How little did I know at the time how prophetic that thought was!
We are in our mid-forties and are attractive people. My wife has a sexy curvy body without being a BBW. Her big breasts and pretty face are her best assets. I am a workout warrior and hence am husky and muscular. I am not a thick tree trunk kind of guy but I am as strong as anybody you know and fitter than most. I am fairly handsome also. We fight middle age spread and manage to keep it mostly at bay. Our sex life has inevitably slowed down as time catches up with us. I am vocal and imaginative when it comes to sex and my wife, while possessing neither quality in abundance, likes to follow my lead and generally enjoys our sex.
My favorite thing in sex is to fantasize erotic situations and tell my wife about them. If she is in the least bit horny the stories will excite her further and we have really good sex. I suppose I have been doing this for about seven or eight years now. My favorite scenario is another sex partner for her or me, usually her. It turns me on tremendously to fantasize about her getting seduced against her will and ultimately surrendering her charms to another man through sheer lust. Seeing or hearing her married, wet pussy and big tits getting used by another man would probably make me cum in my pants! Even hearing about it later from her would provide me with an enormous thrill. These thoughts turn her on also, but she has only acted on them once. More on that later. She is content to let me tell her about a story I read or a thought I had or some such thing. She would have to be seduced or dominated in some way in order for it to ever happen again in real life, but I don't think it would take a great deal of effort to get in her pants. The right situation just hasn't come up again. Until the party.
The party was being held at a Holiday Inn motel. Several meeting rooms had been opened up jointly to accommodate the 100 plus guests and a band was playing on a makeshift stage. The night of the party we had checked into our room and changed clothes. My wife was looking particularly hot. A nice dress and her beautiful face and sexy body combined to make her a head turner as we circulated and chatted with friends and business acquaintances. We were both feeling good and a little loose from the numerous drinks we had downed. I had fucked her hot pussy before we left our house and she was glowing and happy from that also. I was thinking of the good sex I was going to get from her tonight because events like this always made her horny and very fuckable later. Anyway, she had left me about 15 minutes previously to chat with somebody she spotted and I had lost track of her. I noticed her as she approached me and she had a peculiar look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. As she made her way to my side she asked if we could talk somewhere quiet.
"Sure," I said and we headed over to a relatively secluded corner of the room. "What is it?" I asked.
"You won't believe who is here," she hissed at me.
"Who?"
"Brad."
"As in
Brad
?" I asked her.
She nodded her head.
"Did you talk to him?" I asked.
"I said hello and then we kinda got pulled in different directions before either of us could say anything else." The look on her face was one of anxiety and .... something else.
Brad was my wife's one and only lover. It had happened several years ago at her previous job. They had been flirting at work for months. He was an outside sales rep and she was his inside sales rep. I encouraged her in it and the intensity of our sex during those several months was unmatched. She would tell me of their phone conversations, each one pushing a little more into phone sex, and I would lick or rub her clit or nipples or both until she had a crashing orgasm. Then I would fuck her and use her body for my pleasure. Each time I would egg her on and tell her of the things he would probably like to do to her. Their day finally came when she was sent to his territory on a three-day training session. Part of her duties were to accompany her outside salesman and meet their mutual customers, none of whom she had ever met in person. When she first got word of the impending trip our nightly sex was mind-blowing as we discussed the possibilities. I wanted her to have fun and do anything she wanted, as long as I heard all about it later. Each night I would strip her naked and take her to bed. She would start out a little hesitant but within 5 minutes of caressing and kissing and fantasizing she would be promising to "
let him take anything he wanted, just please please please keep rubbing (or sucking or licking or fucking) right.... there....
" and then she would be off on multiple orgasms. I would follow soon after. As it turned out, their actual sex was disappointing because he couldn't perform through nervousness and then their scheduling got off and they couldn't get much private time. She did however, get several orgasms from rubbing her hard little clit while he sucked and bit and pinched her thick nipples. But they never had the great sex they were counting on. They both felt guilty afterwards, she changed jobs a few months later, and that was the end of the story. But I knew the passion still burned somewhere in her.
"Why is he here, is he here with anyone?" I asked. She said she didn't know.
I asked, "Where is he?"
"Over there by the double door."
I had never seen him and really didn't want to in one way but in another, more perverse way I did. I looked over by the doors and saw a tall guy that must have been him because she had told me he was tall and just regular looking.
"Did you get any feelings talking to him once again?" I asked. My wife had had a lot to drink already and she had been horny all night. I was wondering if her lowered inhibitions were coming into play at all.
"Maybe," she answered evasively. "What if I did? It was nice seeing him. You always got more out of that whole deal than I did anyway," she continued.
Her typical feminine logic was operating and impossible for me to follow. I thought hard for a moment.
With a flash of insight and in a sudden rush of excitement I leaned in close to her sexy ear and asked, only half-jokingly, "Is your pussy getting wet from seeing him?"
She was quiet for the longest time. And then, just when I thought she wasn't going to answer me, she sighed and turned to look away from me. I was slightly stunned when she answered in a hoarse whisper, "Maybe a little."
I couldn't help myself. I first looked around and then, after seeing nobody obviously looking in our direction, I placed my hand on her mound, through her dress. She moaned lightly and I realized my wife was indeed very turned on! What was going on in her mind right now I wondered? I knew I had to feel her pussy! Looking around again I moved my hand up and under the front of her dress and with two fingers felt the moist folds of her sex. She was very, very wet and willingly stood there while I fingered her in a corner of a large and noisy, busy room.
