The first thing next morning she turned on her computer and accessed the file on the wedding she had coming up that weekend. She had made a check list based on what the bride and the bride's mother had specified. The flowers had been ordered, the kitchen had been given the menu and housekeeping had the floor plan for the table set-up. The bride's mother had specified a u-shaped arrangement and had furnished a chart showing the seating arrangement and place cards had been ordered.
The groom had said he wanted a live music and not a DJ so she had arranged for a band and had given them a list of the songs that the bride and groom wanted played at some point during the reception. The groom's father had stopped by her office and asked that she make sure that the bar have Famous Grouse scotch on hand and a call to catering found that Famous Grouse was not a brand kept in stock so she had ordered a case of it.
By ten she had everything well in hand for the coming weekend's wedding and she started making up a check list for the one on the weekend following. By lunch time she had it pretty much roughed out. The only problem she saw with it was that the bride's mother was insisting on the flowers coming from a specific florist, one that the hotel did not have a contract with. It was a problem in that the hotel insisted that business be done only with firms they had contracts with. She would have to take it up with Dan.
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One of the perks of her job was that her meals in the hotel restaurant were free and so that is where she almost always had her lunch. As she sat there waiting for her taco salad she sipped her iced tea and gave some thought to her situation. She'd had a ball over the weekend and she had enjoyed the hell out of it. If fact, she had enjoyed it so much that she didn't really want to sexually limit herself to her cheating ass husband and some guy from a wedding once a week.
She had liked sampling strange cock and she wanted to sample more. She wanted to go home and at night, when they went to bed, she wanted to give Jake some freshly used pussy. Well, maybe not "freshly used" as in only an hour or so old, but pussy that had been used at sometime during that day.
She smiled at the thought of spreading her legs so Jake could eat her pussy; shoving his tongue into her pussy after another man's cock had been there. The thought of him licking her and sucking on her clit after it had been bathed in another man's cum excited her and made her pussy wet. However, as much as she would love to do it she would never take a pussy full of cum home to Jake. The idea was to hang horns on the asshole for the next twenty or thirty years and never have him find out. No, she would always go home clean; used, but clean.
The question was how to do it more often than once a week at a wedding. She did stop after work occasionally and have a drink or two with her co-workers, but that was only once every two or three weeks. If she started to do it more often it might raise a red flag where Jake was concerned. Whatever she did would have to be done in a way that would never give Jake cause to become suspicious. And, whatever she did would have to be done during the day unless Jake was out of town on business.
The obvious answer was to get something going with a co-worker. She did have a master-key card to the hotels hospitality suites so a place to do it wouldn't be a problem. But could she take the chance that whoever she did it with wouldn't talk about it? The last thing she needed, next to Jake finding out, would be for it to become common knowledge among the staff that she could be had.
There was the possibility of having something to do with a guest. That could work. Get some one who was passing through and who would be gone in a day or so. It wouldn't matter if he bragged because he would be miles and miles away. But would he? A lot of people from close by stayed at the hotel. Some because work was being done in their homes; some because of personal problems at home and some because they didn't want to drive home after drinking. She would need to make sure that the guest lived at least a thousand miles away.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the waiter bringing her the salad she had ordered. Nice looking guy she thought, too bad he works at the hotel. He looked like he might be fun. She looked around the restaurant and saw any number of guys she wouldn't mind playing with and several of them were looking at her. She wondered what they were thinking. Business woman on lunch break? Bored housewife at the hotel looking for a little fun? A call girl cruising the hotel looking for a customer? Wouldn't that be a kick; having some one come up to her and ask her how much. What would she say? How would it feel to give Jake pussy that another man had paid for?
She finished her lunch and then hurried back to her desk. She called Marci and asked if she could get in to see Dan and Marci said to give her a few minutes and she would check. Three minutes later Marci called her back and told her that Dan could see her right away if she could hurry over. When she got to Dan's office Marci said:
"He's a real bear today honey. Something to do with his ex-wife so stay away from family talk if you know what I mean."
"I didn't even know he had an ex-wife. I always thought that he was a confirmed bachelor."
"Hardly. I wish I had a dime for every time he's tried to get me to have drink with him after work."
"He asks even thought he knows you are married?"
"Oh come on Fran; you know that wedding rings don't slow them down. They look at the fact that you are married as meaning you aren't a virgin any more and you will know what to do if they can get you alone."
"Dan does that?"
"Oh yeah sweetie; that's why his last secretary quit. He just would not stop hitting on her. Although I do suspect that the real problem was that her husband worked here also. Better get in there Fran; he is pretty busy today."
As she walked into Dan's office she wondered if what Marci had said was true. Dan had never hit on her and she looked at least - at the very least - as good as Marci. Dan looked up from his desk and said:
"Whacha need hon?"
He had never called her anything but Fran before so what was up with that? She explained her florist problem and asked how she should go about handling it. He thought for a minute and then said:
"Do you know what she wants as far as floral arrangements go?"
"Yes."
"Explain to her that the contract she signed with us covers flowers. If she wants to use her own florist tell her to go ahead, but we will not be giving any refund from our contracted price because of it. Anything else?"
"No, that was my only problem."
"How did your weekend go?"
Marci had just finished telling her to stay away from family talk, but Marci had said that Dan had hit on Marci and here he had just called her 'hon' so curiosity got the best of her and she said:
"Not so good in one way, but not bad in another."
"That is an interesting answer."
"Jake took off without me and that pissed me off so that's not so good; we are barely speaking right now. On the other hand since I had the weekend to myself I went out and partied. I ended up having a damned good time."
"You went out and partied without your husband? You must have been fighting guys off all weekend."
"Who fought?"
He looked at her and grinned. "My kind of girl. We should continue this conversation over a drink."
"I think I'd like that."
"What does your calendar look like for this afternoon?"
