Alinea's was the finest restaurant this large cold city had to offer. It had money, power, influence, and entitlement drifting through every corner of the dimly lit establishment.
My wife fit right in, at least when it came to the entitlement portion.
Olivia, my wife of twenty-three years, giggled into her fourth glass of wine draining the last drop and suddenly froze. Her eyes flashed a mischievous sparkle, the corners of her lips rose slightly into a sickening smile.
"Mike, I am so excited about tonight, my panties are wet just thinking about it. Aren't you excited?"
I showed no expression as I tipped the wine glass to my lips. I finally arched my eyebrows as I finished my wine and leaned forward. The tone of my voice was unmistakably calm, "No I am not."
Her smile faded but returned quickly as the dessert was served. We finished our meal and the last of our wine. While I settled our tab, Olivia made her way to the lounge next door that was located in our hotel.
I was delayed as the bill was not complete. After stopping at the men's room, I finally made my way into the lounge twenty minutes after her.
Olivia was sitting in a booth with a large good-looking impeccably dressed man, chatting away and giggling as only Olivia could. His arm draped over her shoulder in a possessive manner.
I sauntered up to their table and stopped.
"I see you wasted no time" I spoke barely above a whisper as I glared at Olivia.
With out a word Olivia looked me straight in the eye so she could judge my reaction. Her hand disappeared under the table obviously stroking his thigh or his cock, which one I could not be sure.
I disappointed her as I cast no expression, my eyes cold. He had that low snarky smile on his face all cocky studs always seem to have.
Her final seduction of both him and I had begun.
The man stuck out his hand which I ignored instead looking at Olivia and asked her, "Are you sure about this?"
Her eyes never left mine as she reached over and pulled the man into a deep smoldering kiss. I had my answer.
"I will be in our room" I stated flatly as I turned on my heel and left the table.
I entered the opulent hotel room that reeked of elegance and style. I always spared no expense when it came to Olivia the woman I had loved for twenty-six years and twenty-three years of marriage, tonight was no different. I realized it was my own fault. I had spoiled her in every way for so long she had become that entitled woman I was now having to deal with.
I had never denied Olivia anything in our twenty-three-year marriage and she assumed I would not deny her this. All those decisions were a grave error on my part.
I quickly checked that all was ready and turned on the two cameras that Olivia insisted on having to record tonight's escapades.
I stood at the window staring out into the unforgiving night time city view, lost in my thoughts.
I removed my jacket and draped it over the chair beside the bed. Just then, the door opened to the room. Olivia entered unattended which raised my hopes that she had abandoned this folly.
She grabbed a bag and went into the large bathroom suite. A few minutes passed and she came out dressed in an incredibly sexy set of stockings, garter, thong panties, open topped bra, and high heels. There was no doubt she was a beautiful and sexy woman.
She carried a bottle of my favorite scotch and a single glass as she stepped up behind me. She reached around and grabbed my tie and led me to the chair beside the bed and pushed me into the soft leather chair.
Placing the glass on the table and started pouring me two fingers of the fine scotch. Her eyes glancing down to me and back to the glass. Handing me the glass she stepped back one step. I took my first sip and felt the wonderful burn in my throat. She stared into my eyes, reached down, and removed her thong, standing there in front of me for several moments. I could smell her arousal as it wafted through the air reaching my nose giving me a slight hard on. Her neck a crimson red flushed with blood from her sexual intoxication about tonight's possibilities.
She raised her leg and placed her foot on the chair, her shaved pussy even with my eyes. She made the point of reaching down and spreading her shaved pussy lips open and showing me the droplets of her excitement dripping from her pussy lips.
Two weeks ago, I would have leaned over and raised my mouth to her sex and gathered her nectar on my tongue savoring the scent and taste, but not tonight.
Just then I heard the door click open once more and it then closed. My view of the door was blocked by Olivia's horny body. My hopes were dashed at that point and the stiffness I had felt disappeared.
Olivia lowered her leg and leaned over. Never breaking eye contact she abruptly grabbed my tie and pulled me forward. Her lips came down to mine and burnt my lips with the heat of the kiss. Her tongue pierced my mouth dancing between my lips.
Breaking the kiss, she spoke in a very smoky sexy voice, "If you are a good boy, I will let you lick my lovers cum from my well used pussy later. It will be so sexy and erotic, don't you agree husband?"
I spoke for the first time since entering the room, my voice firm but low. "No, I do not and I do not want MY wife to do this tonight. You have one last chance to stop this Olivia".
"Silly, you know we want this" she said. A dark shadow moved across the room and up behind her.
I spoke softly but loud enough for the cameras to pick up.
"I understand, I loved you, goodbye" as a single tear flowed down my cheek.
Her face sobered for a moment trying to put together if she had heard me correctly while at the same time, she removed her rings and set them down on the table.
A wicked smile returned to her lips.
"Tonight, I am his, not yours." she said as the ring made its final twirl and settled on the table.
Suddenly a large black hand came around her waist from the left and took possession of my wife. A second hand appeared on the opposite side of her neck with his fingers just below her chin and roughly pulled her head back. A gasp escaped her lips as his lips found their mark just below her left ear.
Their bodies moved as one as they backed up and lowered themselves onto the bed.
I watched the cheating couple tongue wrestle on the bed as low guttural sounds filled the space. Some of the sounds she made that I had never heard from her before, at least not for me.
His hands touching Olivia where only I touched before or so I thought.