I met Mr Buckle and again I set about his speech. The wording wasn't as good as his first speech but it was close.
"There you are Mr Buckle," I said just as I looked at the time, "We've got just over six minutes to get downstairs and start the conference."
"Good job. Thank you, John." Buckle said as pulled his jacket on and headed for the door. I followed and we went down to join the rest of the company.
The conference as with all conferences was a complete bore. How do these speakers manage to waffle on about nothing for hours on end and then go on to justify what they've said?
On and off throughout the day I thought about Angie and what we allowed to happen last night. Reminiscing soon gave me a mild erection, which stayed with me for the rest of the day. Also, as the day went on, I slowly warmed to the idea of what happened last night finding it truly exciting; the effect on me was more than I ever thought possible.
In the taxi back to the hotel, I decided I'd take Angie to a show or a film to get her away from possibly meeting with Sid again. However, I thought he had mentioned this was his last night in London. I really didn't think it was a good idea to allow it to happen again. On that, I suddenly realised that Sid could have met Angie during the course of day and maybe had again. This thought also gave me an erection. I fantasised my wife on his bed meeting his thrusts as he fucked her royally.
I entered our room to find Angie rummaging through the shopping bags that were scattered across the bed; some had even fallen to the floor. Angie was dressed in some of her new clothes and she looked amazing.
"Hi, Angie looks like you've done a fair amount of shopping today, that credit card must be nearly to its limit?"
"Hi, Peter have you had a nice day?" she asked still rummaging through the bags.
"Look it's just after five thirty shall we have an early dinner and then go off and see a film or a show?"
Angie stopped what she was doing and looked at me aghast, then she smiled, "That would be great."
"Come on then let's get a move on. I'll just go and have a shower."
Fifteen minutes later I was out of the shower, shaved and part dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Angie was standing beside the bed; she'd just stepped into a red dress and was pulling it up her legs when I saw her underwear. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders with black almost see through panties. As she stood up pulling the dress up over her thighs, I saw her small breasts under a see through black laced top no bra her nipples pert erect. Then I got the shock of my life when I saw the two hickeys on her right breast. Where the hell she got those, I thought.
Angie then put her arms through the narrow straps and palmed her dress down and making little adjustments to it before reaching back and pulled the zip up that made the dress pull mildly tight across her breasts. This made the material form round the contours of her upper body in a rather sexy delicate manner.
"Wow, you look gorgeous, Angie." I blurted out. I went to her and pulled her to me with her back against my chest, "You smell as good as you look."
"Thank you. I got the dress this afternoon plus all of this," she said waving her arm over the bed.
"Did you get something for tomorrow night?"
"No not yet, I've seen something though I will pick it up in the morning." I held onto her savouring her warmth.
"Did you meet anybody today?" I asked quietly jealously rising at the speed of light.
"Who the hell am I supposed to meet here in London? I don't know anybody here" she stated. Breaking away from me added, "Just got to refresh my makeup and then we can go," and headed for the bathroom when I had another shock. As she passed me, I saw she had another two hickeys on her neck very low down.
As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock grow as I realised that Sid had truly enjoyed fucking my wife. I certainly didn't see them this morning but the she did have that overlarge dressing gown on and I couldn't see anything with that on.
Ten minutes later, we were walking through the hotel. I was on cloud nine as I could see men staring at my wife -- I was on an ego trip that went through the sound barrier.
In the restaurant, we met the same waitress as last night. She showed us to the same table and I watched her looking at my wife. She smiled saying, "Looks like you've been shopping again?"
Angie showed off her new dress, "What do you think?" She did a twirl and faced us with a childish smile. Angie had capped off her outfit with a silk scarf round her neck - an addition to hide the obvious marks.
"Wow you look good, so sexy."
"Thanks, I got it this afternoon, haven't a clue where I was though so don't ask. All I know was I got off the tube at Oxford Street."
"It looks expensive?" the waitress asked glancing at me.
"It was, very." They both laughed and the waitress took our order.
After a minute or two of silence I said, "Look, Angie I'm sorry about last night." Angie looked at her drink and remained quiet, "I don't know what else to say."
Angie looked at me, "I feel dirty and I've badly let you down."
"How," I asked genuinely, "I don't think you have?" "I've let you down because I did nothing to stop him."
"Nor did I come to that." "I did nothing but lay there and let him have me," she added rather timidly.
"That's true I suppose," I conceded, "We both could've stopped it at any time but we didn't did we." I hesitated; the one question that had been plaguing me all day suddenly came to the fore. My throat became dry and I blurted out, "Did you enjoy it?"
Angie blushed scarlet. The look on her face was total embarrassment. She didn't know where to put her face.
"Be honest with me, Angie," I added prompting her.
"I don't know my feelings are all mixed up," her voice was subdued and she looked down at her meal.
We fell silent. I didn't know what else to say to her. We ate our meal in that silence and it wasn't until she pushed her plate away practically empty that she spoke.
"Now that I'm a slut you won't want me anymore?" She spoke quietly the words full of anxiety. I watched her eyes tear up.
That hurt.
I'd never looked at it like that and I went on the defensive. "That's not true, Angie. I've been thinking about it all day. You're my wife; I love you just the same as I did before last night. As far as I'm concerned, it'll be an episode in our lives never to happen again.
"That's right, never to be repeated," Angie forced home. Then she asked, "But what about you, what are your feelings about it all you were there you saw everything?"
"Yes I did. To be brutally I'm surprised to admit but honestly it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I watched my wife being taken." Angie looked at me astonished, mouth open in shock. "I know it sounds weird but I did, and the feeling of having you straight after was just incredible."
Angie shot back, "But that's perverted, you enjoyed watching your wife being taken?"
"Yes, no it wasn't like that. The enjoyment comes from your pleasure. Knowing that the person was bringing you to orgasm, watching your expressions -- you looked beautiful."
"I was a slut!"
"If that's what you want to call it, but you're my slut." I paused taking a sip of my wine, "Angie it doesn't matter what we did last night or what you think you are, I still love you and always will."
"Really," Angie looked surprised at that.
"We've done something a lot of couples could never do. It proves our love and trust for each other can take this kind of trauma. If one of us had cheated on the other then obviously, it would mean a breakdown of that trust. Last night we did it together and managed to come out of it with our relationship intact."
With our meal finished and the table cleared, Angie broke the mini silence that had fallen between us, "It doesn't change a thing, Peter I've committed adultery whether you were there or not and that makes me a slut."
"Well let me repeat the question, did you enjoy it?" "He took me and made me climax if that's what you mean."
"Partly, but did you enjoy him fucking you?" "He had a slightly different technique than you, that made it exciting."
"You're not answering the question, Angie," I said finishing the last of my wine, "Did you enjoy it?"
Sheepishly she looked over at me, her face blushing, "I suppose if you put it altogether the whole experience was very pleasurable," she looked down into her hands, "Yes I did." Those last words were in a whisper.
"Speaking of trust, please don't take this the wrong way, but did you met up with Sid today?"
Angie looked perplexed. She looked at me slightly bewildered and straight away, I knew she hadn't.
"No of course not, I went out just before lunch after having a coffee in the foyer. Then I got directions for the nearest tube station and had fun finding my way on the tube," she answered me, "Did you think I might have done it again with Sid?"
"I hadn't until I came home. I saw the hickeys on your breast and on your neck. I hadn't seen them before and the thought went through my mind."
She smiled, "No darling I didn't do anything to break our trust in each other." "Come on, drink up let's go to the bar," I suggested.
Angie finished her drink and we both went into the bar to find an old guy playing the piano. The bar was rather subdued compared with last night, and was relatively empty with plenty of empty tables. I went to the bar, got another bottle of wine, and returned to the table to sit opposite Angie.
"Would you do it again?" I asked her. Her eyes flashed at me, "No," she replied forcefully.
With that, I took her up on the dance floor and we started dancing to some blues. Last night had obviously had an effect on Angie and she was in no mood in allowing it to happen again. My own thoughts on the matter were one of pure excitement. I'd never dreamt of sharing Angie with anyone before. Yes, I have some regrets but I thought the whole episode was brilliant. Watching Angie perform like that was just out of this world. I will never forget the look on Angie's face when Sid brought her to climax. Yes, I suppose Angie is right she is a slut but I still love her and always will. I was now wondering if she would do it again even though she'd just said no.
For the next couple of hours Angie and I continued to enjoy each other by dancing and in mild conversation at the table. We'd got through another bottle of red and just started another we were intoxicated with wine and each other. We were dancing again, slowly moving round the floor with a few other couples who seemed to be enjoying the evening just as much as we were.
