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?"
