Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cuckoldry, cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism and group sex. If this subject matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned.
Finally, all characters in this story are of legal age and beyond.
Chapter One - Flight Cancelation
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered harshly under my breath as I watched the status of my homeward bound flight change from delayed to canceled.
I finished with a final, "FUCK!" This last one loud enough to be heard by those around me. Not that they cared, because they were experiencing the same feelings as me. We were all now stuck in Denver.
I travel to Denver regularly for work and during this particular week, it was hit by an unexpectedly harsh snow storm. It was Friday and I had to be back in Denver on Monday for work. It looked like I was going to end up staying the weekend.
I dialed my wife, Kristi, to let her know the worst had happened. Realistically, we had both been mentally preparing for this news for the last few hours. Ergo, besides the disappointment we both felt, the conversation went well. I travel a lot for work, so sometimes, it is what it is.
Kristi let me off the hook gently, her sweet voice matching perfectly with her pale, sparsely freckled face, green eyes and long auburn hair. We had been married for 10 years and her beauty still made my jaw drop on a regular basis. Though honestly, at five feet four inches in height and 115 pounds, there are a lot of jaws dropping when she enters a room. We're both long-distance runners so are both fit and trim people who enjoy a very active life.
As I rolled my carry-on out to the ground transportation area, I pondered on how I was doubly disappointed. This was due to the fact that I was going to miss our plans tonight with our friends, Sabrina and Derrick.
In truth, Sabrina, who we call Bri, was Kristi's friend. They had met in college and became fast friends.
About a year previous, Bri had gone through a messy divorce. My Kristi, already a good friend, had been there for her through it all. This led to them becoming even closer and consequently, quite inseparable.
In the past couple months, Bri had met and begun dating Derrick. Neither Kristi nor I knew him previously, but he is a great guy and has many of the same interests as me. While I travel extensively, Derrick works local to the city in which we all live. He and I are about the same height, right at six feet, though I'm a little leaner due to my running habit.
It was a happy coincidence that we got along great, because we two couples had begun to hang out together quite often.
My wife, Kristi, and Bri are somewhat polar opposites. While Kristi is softer spoken and has a certain air of naivety about her, Bri is more forceful and brash. Nevertheless, they somehow make it work for them and the combination somehow meshes well when they are together.
Physically, Bri is a bit larger than Kristi. She's about five feet eight inches in height and while heavier than Kristi, it's just respective to the height difference. Additionally, while Kristi's breasts are closer to an A cup size, Bri's are pushing the limits of a C cup.
While I much prefer my Kristi, and truly adore her smaller breasts, the contrasting eye candy provided by Bri is always a win in my book. I knew Derrick felt the same way, because I had caught him eyeing my Kristi up and down a few times. I didn't fault him for it and was sure he had probably caught my wandering gaze on more than one occasion. What can I say, we're just a couple of lucky sons of bitches.
During these thoughts, I had moved to the shuttle area and decided that I'd better start using my brain power for getting to my hotel. While thinking of the two girls was entertaining, it would just lead me down the path of being hopelessly horny, which wouldn't help me at all in my current predicament.
I reflected later that I had needed that brain power, because it took me nearly two hours of waiting and shuttle travel to get to my hotel, which was only a few miles from the airport.
As I stood in line to get checked into my hotel, I grumbled to myself about how Denver should be able to handle snow better than this. I, as always, was very nice to the lady at the front desk as I checked into my room. The folks at the front desk can make your life great, or make it less than pleasant. I prefer to hedge my bets.
With the travel and room all settled, the only plan in my immediate future involved a lot of beer.
After entering my room, I texted Kristi, letting her know I was safe and warm again. A few minutes later, she called me via video chat, so we could talk.
We were both disheartened about me not getting home, but understood it was the nature of traveling jobs that this type of thing would happen from time to time. We dismissed the situation and instead spent our time catching up on the events of the day.
While we spoke, I was really enjoying her beautiful smile and bare shoulders presented to me. There was something about a freckled red head that really got my motor running, and my wife was the perfect specimen in that regard.
As our conversation continued, the phone dipped a little low one time and I noticed she was only wearing a towel. Apparently, she had called me fresh from the shower. I decided to see how badly she wanted to cheer me up.
Smiling devilishly and with a glint in my eye, I broached the subject. "Hey baby, drop that towel and give a man a show."
Rolling her eyes dramatically and laughing, she asked, "Which man? You?"
Even as she said the words, she angled the phone lens slowly up and down, giving me a view of her scantily clad body.
My cock began to stiffen, and I growled as I said, "Oh yeah baby. If I were home right now, I'd rip that towel away and fuck you silly."
Giggling girlishly and giving me a full on, exaggerated cheerleader wink, she replied, "Mmmm, I could use that. I've been so horny all week." Then, changing to a pouty face, she continued, "and now I have to make it another week too. Boo hoo." She punctuated the statement with a long drawn out sigh of disappointment.
My cock was now pushing painfully against my jeans. I leveled an authoritative gaze at her and said, "Show me how horny you are baby."
Smiling again, her eyes twinkling, she propped her phone on her makeup table and slowly stood. Using her left hand, she began to twirl her long auburn tresses. I watched as her right hand ever so slowly slipped down the length of the towel and dipped under the lower edge, obviously touching her pussy.
Eyes glistening with mischief, she let out a long moan before saying, "Like this baby?"
I dragged out a long, "yeeessss," as I fumbled with my trousers.
As I set my cock free and made contact with it, she sat back down and retrieved her phone from its position.
With a look of regret and a sorrowful tone, she said, "I'm sorry love, but Bri and Derrick will be here to pick me up in an hour and I have to get ready. To be continued, okay?"
I sighed loudly and dropped my cock. "You and me both have regrets baby. I'm going to be hard all night."
She playfully pursed her lips and in a mocking tone said, "Well keep it in your pants buddy and I'll take care of you later."
I stroked my chin as if in thought and said with mock sincerity, "I'll do my best and make sure you're ready to keep your word."
Then, more to change the subject then to actually retrieve information, I focused on something else. "Is the plan still dinner and dancing?"
"I think so," she replied, "is that okay?"
"Absolutely, have fun. I'm just going to grab some dinner and watch some TV. I'll be around, so feel free to text or send me naughty pics." I gave her the mock sincere look again and added, "Remember, if you dance with strangers, make sure you let them squeeze your ass. They love that and it's only polite." I said the last with a naughty wink.
She gave me an equally mocking look of irritation before saying, "You are such a naughty, naughty, horn dog. Down boy."
Both of us finally laughing, we said our goodbyes and dropped the session. An hour wasn't much time for my Kristi to get ready to go anyplace, so I knew she needed every minute.
For the next couple of hours, I went about the business of eating in the hotel restaurant, drinking beer, watching TV and figuring out when I was going to do laundry. This wasn't a typical activity for me while traveling, but since I would have to wear the same clothes for a second week straight, it had to happen.
I didn't bother Kristi, because I didn't want her to have to spend her night texting back and forth to keep me company. As always though, she didn't disappoint and sent the occasional text to check-in. In particular, there were various selfies she sent. Damn, she was hot.
The most recent selfie included Bri and Derrick. In it, they were all smiling and obviously having a good time. I had a moment where I thought what a lucky bastard Derrick was to have two beautiful women in his company tonight.
Honestly, that thought led me down a train of thought that made me horny again. On the thought train, I pictured me being out with both of them by myself. I let my imagination momentarily run wild and fantasized about the three of us back at Kristi's and my house, and winding up in a tangle of sweat, limbs and sexual satisfaction.
