Some of this is true, though a bunch of facts have been changed to avoid revealing too much to our family and friends. It took place within the past 7 years, though the effects continue through today.
After working as an executive in the corporate world for 25 years, I was ready to do something with a much lower stress level. I had accumulated several hundred thousand dollars in addition to a healthy retirement account and felt I could retire -- despite being only 47 years old.
I didn't really want to retire; I just wanted to do something that wouldn't involve the daily grind of meeting unrealistically high expectations and having to play corporate politics everyday. Maybe I could put my business skills to work and enjoy the fruits of my labor by owning a small business and making enough profit to keep us going until I was really ready to retire.
I had been talking with my wife Debbie about the situation for several years and she was supportive, but concerned about the risk of me stepping away from a lucrative income and lifestyle while exposing us to the uncertainties of having a new, small business. She was several years younger than me and had been a full-time mother until we became empty-nesters last spring. Retirement wasn't on her mind for the immediate future either. Her concerns delayed my actions for several years until I heard of the perfect business situation.
About 2 hours drive south of us, on the northwest side of Chicago beyond O'Hare Airport, is an area that has had a very strong level of business growth. There were several small franchise hotels that had sprung up over the past 10 years to serve the many business travelers these growing businesses attract. I knew a bit more about this particular area because Jim, an old business acquaintance of mine, had left our company to buy into the franchise about 5 years ago.
Jim is about 10 years older than me and had told me that he had been feeling much the same about wanting to escape the corporate rat race at the time this opportunity presented itself. He took the risk and jumped on the chance to get into business for himself. He told me that he was very happy with the result and that both the lower stress and higher income suited him fine.
However, now Jim was at the stage when he was finally ready to retire and he was talking to me about what his plans were for heading to the warmer climate of Florida. I asked him when the sale of his hotel would be completed but he said he had not yet put it on the market. Well, whether this was just Jim's way of smoothly marketing the business, or it was a great bit of timing for me, I was hooked. I asked him how much he was thinking of selling it for and found that it was in our range -- assuming a bank would agree to lend us about 60% of the sale price.
I raised the idea with Debbie and she was again concerned about me leaving the security of a solid corporate job for the uncertainties of owning a business. I showed her the steady growth of the financial statements, the reasonable price being asked and the likely income we could expect from the deal. She was somewhat reassured, but also expressed concern that she would be pulled-into the business and made to work there. I said that I couldn't rule out the possibility, but that it wasn't my plan for that to happen.
Our relationship was strong enough that she accepted my plan and said she would pitch-in, if necessary. I guess I should share a little bit more about my wife and our sex life. Debbie is 5'6" tall, a natural blonde (top & bottom), with long hair, blue eyes, very perky B/C-cup breasts, a narrow waist and, what I think is called "junk in the trunk" or an above-average sized butt. I still find her very attractive and I think other guys do too, though she doesn't think so. I'm rather short at 5'5" and have an average sized 4.5" erect penis. My wife jokingly says my best feature is my tongue, especially when it's probing her.
Our sex life started hot, but had cooled significantly over the past 10 years or so. Debbie still has a little bit of adventure in her, especially on vacation. For example, she went nude underneath her coat during a vacation trip and took the coat off for about half the trip. We were in a mini-van with big windows and many guys got great views of her along the way. I played with her a bit in the van and we literally jumped on each other when we got to the resort condo.
She has done some surprising things during sex with me on vacation. She has slipped her finger into my butt during foreplay, taken off her bikini bottoms on a dare while in a hot tub full of guys (they weren't aware of it until she got out), enjoyed the occasional spanking, and moved into a "69" with me shortly after we had sex and I had cum inside her. All of these activities fed my sexual appetite and fantasies. We have also shared some pretty erotic fantasy stories with each other, many of which are similar to those found on Literotica and involve her being with other guys with big cocks and cuckolding me. While all this is fun, during "regular" times, our sex life is fairly routine and happens about 3 times each month.
OK, back to the story . . .
In the end, I decided to make the leap into business ownership and approached the bank for the loan. With the pledge of all our worldly goods as collateral, they agreed to provide the loan and it was a done-deal. I notified my employer of my departure and our adventure began.
The current state of occupancy, staff and facilities was stable. We already provided free wireless Internet service, free continental breakfast and clean, comfortable rooms. However, to generate the income we desired to maintain our lifestyle, we needed to come up with some ways to generate some additional revenue.
We added a small convenience store to supply basic food, toiletries, books and magazines, and tourist gifts. Debbie set-up the store and was involved in selecting all of the items to stock. I expressed a bit of shock to her when I saw the hard-core selection of magazines, but she said that the mostly male customers traveling alone might like them. She was right, of course.
The store helped a little and the inventory costs weren't too high. However, we were brainstorming about how to increase our earnings and came up with the idea of adding an evening bar and limited food menu. We noticed that most of the businessmen who stayed here were gone all day and returned between 6 and 8 p.m. A nice lounge atmosphere with some live music and possibly dancing might add something to their experience and to our cash flow.
It took a couple of months and several evening meetings with local officials to get our liquor license and my bartender permit, but once we got it, we set our plans in-motion. Finding space for the lounge wasn't difficult because the breakfast area was unused the rest of the day. We did a little remodeling to make it acceptable for its dual use. The bar had room for 8 barstools, there was 5 booths and 5 more tables. In all, there was seating for about 48 customers, which seemed about right to me. Until we saw what the level of business was going to be, I was going to work as the bartender and my wife agreed to help with waitressing. We hired a cook and another waitress to help us. If necessary, the front desk manager could help me bartend.
The bar was more popular than the food service and my wife often ended up sitting on a bar stool at the end of the bar talking to me. In that situation, guys assumed she was available despite her wedding rings and she got asked to dance frequently and many guys flirted with and bought drinks for her each evening.
My wife liked to dance and she seemed to attract more business to the bar. She asked me if I felt jealous seeing her in the arms of these men, and I had to admit to her that while it did make me feel a little bit jealous, it also turned me on. She seemed surprised by this and smirked at me, calling me a pervert. I suggested that she wear an ankle bracelet to let the guys know she was available.
She then asked if I had been noticing how bold some of the guys were with their hands.
I admitted that I saw several put their hands on her ass.
She said that it had gone much farther than that numerous times with guys feeling her boobs and a few even trying to caress her pussy. She wanted to know how I felt about that. However, she the noticed the growing bulge in my pants and said "Never mind. I can see the answer clearly."
Nothing much more was said about it for several weeks, but my fantasies began to run wild. All these men. All these bedrooms. My wife. Hmmm.
Then one day, my wife came rushing up to me at reception looking quite flushed. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she had just been helping with housekeeping and walked in on a guy jerking off his really big, beautiful cock. She said she was stunned by it and actually stood staring at it for about 10 seconds before the guy asked her to help him finish. She said that she was really tempted but knew it would be wrong cheating on me like that. But she also said that she couldn't stop staring and suddenly the guy tensed up and began shooting ropes of cum up to his nose and all over his chin, neck, chest and belly. She said it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen, but left soon after the big event.
