After several years of carrying on our office affair, I guess I got a little complacent with tending to Sara's needs. After all, any time we have had to travel for work, the company pays for two rooms, but we only use one because sex is always on the agenda. It's something I came to expect, and maybe even take for granted.
As we led up to our last trip out of town, I was very explicit in what I was looking forward to doing with Sara when we enjoying our off hours. Where we used to do more romantic things when we were together, I was just focusing on my needs and not thinking about making Sara feel special. I fell into the common trap of not paying attention to what she was telling me. That was definitely my bad, and believe me, I was about to pay dearly for my neglect.
So, after a long, frustrating day of travel, we finally got to the hotel. To my surprise, we were given adjoining rooms when we checked in. Normally, we are given two rooms on different floors, so this was going to be a real treat. We collected our room keys, grabbed our bags and headed upstairs.
Out of habit, I walked to Sara's room, followed her in and set my bags down. "Oh, no, Ken, you need to put those in your room," she insisted. OK, that was a first on one of these trips, but since we were in rooms with a connecting door, I figured we could keep appearances up and still get together whenever we wanted.
After dropping my bags off in my room, I tried the adjoining door. It was locked from her side. I knocked, but there was no answer. Hmmm... So, I walked out into the hallway, knocked on Sara's front door and waited. She answered and let me in.
Sara looked annoyed, but I figured that was probably due to the long day of flights, cabs and check in snafus. I figured a little hot loving before we headed out for some dinner would be just the tonic she needed. There's nothing like a few orgasms to take the edge off.
I kicked my shoes off, laid back on the bed and gave her my best come-hither look. She wasn't happy, and she wasn't having any part of my antics. "Ken, I've been giving us a lot of thought lately. It's all about sex with you these days, isn't it? You don't pay attention to me and what I need, and you don't make me feel as special as you used to," she told me. "To you, I am just an easy lay."
"Oh, come on, Sara," I said, "I know exactly what you need to relax," I said, stroking my hand over my semi-erect cock. "Now, come over here, and let's get things started."
Sara turned around to me and shot me a sharp look. "This is exactly what I am talking about. You know what you need, Ken? A little lesson in humility. And, I'm just the girl to give it to you."
"Alright, now you are talking!" I said, a little too excited for my own good.
"OK, fine. Bring that chair over here," Sara commanded, pointing to a wooden chair by the desk in the room. "It's about time you learned a lesson."
"Your wish is my command," I said as I sat down.
"Put your hands behind you, between the chair slats," she ordered, and I willingly obliged. Sara bound my hands together behind the chair with the silk tie to her bathrobe so I couldn't move. It was uncomfortably tight. I had forgotten that she worked in the technical field, and knew plenty about how to tie a line properly. "Now, Ken, that I have your attention, you are going to learn what it's like to have me fuck someone else and you be denied."
"Oh, come on, Sara, stop it," I said. "Look,whatever I did, I'm sorry. Truce?" I smiled big, turning on the charm.
The smile on my face only made her more upset. "No, Ken, I'm very serious. First, though, I'm going to show you what you are going to miss."
With that, she started taking her clothes off. The pants she traveled in followed by her blouse. Her underwear, while pretty, was more of her everyday wear, and wasn't what I was used to on our dates. In her bra and panties, she unzipped her bag and laid out out some of the sexiest underwear I had ever seen her pack for a business trip. A lacy black thong and a matching push-up bra that would make her look like a knock out, complete with garters and stockings.
"Here's the plan for tonight, Ken. I'm going to get ready to go to this bar I heard about just down the street. You are coming with me to find me a handsome guy. Someone who you think has a big cock. You are going to introduce him to me, and we are going to flirt. The three of us are going to come back here to my room, where you are going to return to your seat, hands bound behind your back like they are now, and I am going to fuck him in front of you."
"Ohh, intriguing," I said, trying to make light of what was becoming a serious discussion.
"You are going to love this next part, asshole. You are not going to get to be with me. You are on a time out. So, once we are done... or once me and this guy you pick get tired of you watching us, you are going back to your god damned room by yourself. You need to learn that it's not a sure thing with me."
Crap. My wife had been neglecting me at home for a long time as we were planning for some home renovation work - and stress with her ensured there was going to be absolutely no sex, and I had spent a lot of the lead up to this trip looking forward to spending some hot time with Sara. In fact, I hadn't cum in a long time in anticipation of this trip, and this wasn't what I had planned for. "Oh, come on, Sara. Surely you have to be joking."
She looked over her shoulder as she turned on the water in the shower. "No, I'm as serious as a heart attack. You are just going to have to go without to remember what it's like." She took off her bra, her ample breasts in perfect view. She also took off her panties, walked over to me and pushed them into my face. "I hope you can smell just how excited I am to meet someone new tonight... I am sure he will be just as excited to smell my pussy when he eats me out." She dropped her panties on my lap and walked into the bathroom.
