Why did I agree to accompany the young salesman to his hotel room? Over the previous four years, in many hotels I had received countless similar propositions but every time had left rejected suitors behind, including several both better looking and more persuasive than Richard, my companion for the night. Was it because Richard seemed relatively inexperienced compared to the majority, was it because I had perhaps grown sexually frustrated at home or was it simply because when my husband had spoken the two words, 'I'm easy', I decided that I would also be easy but in my own way.
I've been married for eight years. John my husband and I were working for the same firm when we met but as there was a strict no fraternisation between staff rule contact had been limited to casual conversations. But then we bumped into each other in a nightclub when we were both in an inebriated condition, at the end of which I finished up on my back on the rear seat of his car. From then on we were an item but for a time we had to keep this fact very discrete. Maybe due to this restriction we got married very quickly, at which point the firm came up trumps by both laying on and paying for the reception.
John was in many ways the dream man, tall dark handsome and very intelligent. Also at the start he was a tiger in bed, making up in boundless enthusiasm for what he possibly lacked in skill. I must admit that that I had been a bit wild, especially at university, so I was not lacking in experience but I always suspected that my hubby had enjoyed less exposure to the opposite sex. I had been with better hung men and although this was one respect in which John was less than perfect, he still had more than enough to work with.
I think that the boss Tom developed a soft spot for the pair of us although he never said anything overtly. John and I both progressed until after four years we were both head of our own departments. Although this resulted in a handsome combined salary there was a downside in that we both now needed to travel to liaise with different clients. I tended to average at least two three day trips every month with John doing about the same and as these away times seldom seemed to overlap we often spent over a third of every month apart. Even though this routine began to leave me feeling sexually deprived, despite the constant opportunity, I never dreamed of cheating because I loved my husband too much.
Even at home things started to deteriorate. We had built up a wide social circle and the reciprocal round of entertainment ate into our already limited together time. John had become a golf fanatic and played every Sunday. I didn't mind that but he invariably stayed too many hours in the club house afterwards, to eventually stagger home good for nothing except sleep. Add in extra hours put in at work and we were making love no more than once a week and even then I felt that John was only doing his duty because he seemed to get very little pleasure out of it.
The Ideal Homes Exhibition at Earls Court was coming up and the firm always had a major presence. This year it was my job to go down several days in advance to get everything set up with the rest of the sales employees following at the end of the week. There was a general meeting of all staff to discus aims and objectives at the end of which, when the others had left, Tom looked at John and offered, "You can go down with your wife if you like. Do you want to or would you prefer to travel down with the others?"
I immediately saw that Tom was throwing us a gratuitous perk because with John and I spitting the work, it would leave time for sightseeing, not to mention the chance to take in some West End shows. It could easily be made into a very pleasant romantic holiday in which to re-establish contact between us. I had to suppress a smile at the thought of my husband leaping at the chance. Instead, to my amazement, he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm easy, whatever you think."
I saw the puzzlement on the boss's face as he asked, "What have you got on to keep you up here?"
"I was planning to tie up the Bowyer contract early."
"But there's no urgency on that," Tom protested, "I fact it's one of the few contracts where being a bit late doesn't matter. "
"I know that but I wanted to clear the decks ready for that Hatton project next month," John explained sufficiently to end the exchange.
I was seething because I knew that was a very threadbare excuse and I was sure that Tom was equally aware of that fact. Despite this I said nothing to John after the meeting and we carried on with a semblance of normality until I travelled down to London alone on the Sunday night. It was the following night that I found myself following Richard to his room. It is only fair to point out that I had enjoyed other mini encounters over the years. I had found that dancing the slow ones in a close embrace and even a bit of kissing helped rapport and created an ambiance for the evening but I always slept alone. Now I was about to break my rule.
I had gradually come to accept that my marriage was on the slide, either because my husband no longer fancied me or because he had found one or more others that he fancied more. His turning down the chance to spend a week alone with me in the capital seemed the final confirmation. However, even though I had resigned myself to the fact that John was cheating on me, when I went down to the bar to relax on that Monday night, I had no conscious plans to pay him back in his own coin.
I am 5' 6" tall with medium length, wavy, mid blonde hair. I have pretty decent legs and tits but, like most women I think my bum is too big. In the early years John used to think the opposite, insisting that it was my best feature, saying how much he loved the thrusting roundness especially in high heels. From the attention that dance partners give to my bottom and the lustful glances of many men, I don't think he's alone in that opinion.
