My wife's company was purchased by one of those large chain brands a few years ago. It's been a mixed bag to say the least, but one of the new requirements of her job has been to keep up with all of the new HR policies. Her company has a couple of retreats every year where they spend a few days going over all the updates to policies and talk through changes and expected issues as they roll them out. It basically gives them an excuse to have a vacation on the company dime.
This was a new and exciting thing, as she has never had the type of position that required her to travel out of town, much less across the country for days at a time. They always pick some nice vacation destination and hold their conferences at a convention center. Her first year she got to go to Vegas. She was completely floored. I was very excited for her, as I could tell it gave her a sense of pride being asked to attend and having the company cover all of her expenses. When work allows, (and the location is close to a nice golf resort) I like to tag along. She's in meetings all day, and I get to go enjoy myself and meet up with her in the evenings for dinner and some sightseeing.
Last May her conference was in Orlando. I hadn't gone to Orlando since I was a kid visiting Disney. It was one of the highlights of my younger years. Between theme park options and some world class golf, there was no way I was missing out on this one! I booked a ticket and packed my bags.
The schedule for her conferences are always about the same. Meetings and presentations all morning, break for lunch, more meetings and presentations, then a cocktail mixer in the early evening. It's usually winding down by around 7, so I figured I had plenty of time to get a round in.
The conference was at the Waldorf Astoria, so I didn't even have to leave the grounds for a world class golfing experience. I booked a tee time a little after 2, figuring that would give me plenty of time to enjoy the round, freshen up, and meet her down in the bar as the mixer was winding down. Long story short, since I was a single, they paired me up with another group. I was the 4th, which wasn't horrible, but these guys were 20+ handicappers. Multiple tee shots from every tee, driving up and down the fairway trying to find where the ball went into the rough. It was a 5+ hour beating to say the least. It also meant that I was running way behind.
By the time I got back to the room and freshened up, it was almost 8. I hurried down to the bar to meet her and found her hanging out with a few people from the conference. Everyone was several cocktails deep and having a pretty good time. My wife caught my eye immediately. She always likes to kid about my rose colored glasses, but I'm telling you she was looking absolutely stunning.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress that ended about midway down her thigh. Short enough that she stood by the table instead of sitting, as she was worried it would reveal too much if she were to try. The black dress meant she must be wearing the garter belt and lingerie we had picked out earlier in the week. I couldn't wait to get her out of here and back to the room.
A little more alcohol to really relax her, and I was going to have the time of my life tonight. I waited for the roar of the conversation to die down a bit and walked up to introduce myself to the group. As I approached them I noticed they all seemed to be gathered around one guy in particular. They all seemed to give him their full attention as he seemed to be doing a great job of entertaining them.
As it turns out, he was one of the guest speakers at the conference that day. I politely made my introductions to everyone, saving him for last. I could tell he was a bit younger than me, probably early 30's. He immediately caught me a bit off guard as I don't normally have to look up to meet anyone's gaze, but he was definitely several inches taller than I was. He had a strong grip on him too. I couldn't help but notice how fit this guy was as squeezed the life out of my hand. His biceps were bulging so much that the elastic in his shirt sleeves had quite a time trying to contain them.
I ordered a beer and joined the conversation. I could soon see why they had all gathered around. This guy was very charismatic. My first thought was that he must have been invited as a motivational speaker. With 95% of the conference being women, I bet he didn't have many issues motivating his audience! He was a great storyteller and was very knowledgeable no matter what subject the conversation ended up on. He even gave me some pointers on fixing my slice.
Throughout our encounter I couldn't help but notice that he definitely had my wife's attention. She would try and downplay it, but I caught her gazing with that lovestruck look on several different occasions. She was crushing pretty hard. I could tell he noticed as well, as he kept shooting her smiling glances when he thought I wasn't paying attention. While normally I would have been a bit jealous and upset, he was so personable and disarming that I really couldn't manage to get mad about it.
We wrapped up after about an hour and left our new acquaintance with a small group of admirers clamoring over his every word. It was starting to get late, and we were both a bit tipsy, so I thought we should get back to the room before the alcohol overwhelmed us. Over the years I've learned that she has a sweet spot. Too few drinks and she can't quite seem to relax, too many and she's out like a light. Drunk sex with her is completely amazing, but the window is very small.
As we entered the room I went for the wet bar and poured us both a glass of wine. As I handed her the glass, I mentioned the looks I caught her giving the gentleman from the conference earlier. She acted coy and denied it completely. "I don't know what you're talking about! I only have eyes for you," she said.
I looked at her with my best disbelieving face. Several drinks in now and feeling myself a bit, I decided to call her out. "Bullshit!" I said. "If I weren't here tonight, you'd have gone back to his room with him!" I said. I had intended it to come out a bit snarky and accusatory as I had felt the jealousy rise up from the pit of my stomach into my chest like heartburn, but that's not how it came out at all. Instead, I said it almost teasingly, and though she couldn't tell, I was a bit turned on by what had just come out of my own mouth.
My mind suddenly went racing. I was so confused. In that instant I realized that the thought of this guy seducing my wife had me completely enthralled. She offered more resistance to the idea for a minute before I cut her off. "I don't know how to say this, but the idea of him taking you back to his room and having his way with you really turns me on." I said. She stared at me with a very puzzled look on her face, no longer offering any resistance to my original statement. "Well, it may have crossed my mind, but only as a fantasy. I'd never go through with it! I married you because I love you. I would never ruin it with a cheap fling," she said.
It felt so good to hear that. I knew as she said that she meant absolutely every word of it. It really set my mind at ease to know that she valued us as much as I did. Over the years I've seen plenty of the hot wife porn videos when flipping through the porn sites on the web. Hell, I've even fantasized along with them a few times, but every time I could feel the tightness in my chest and my stomach turning over at the thought of her with someone else. I figured my jealousy alone would be a barrier from anything like that from ever really happening.
