Detestable Liaisons 3

Hey folks. I meant to get this one out a little sooner, but it needed a little extra TLC. I'm behind by a couple of days due to my car dying on me, so please bear with me. I'm targeting the updated neighbor encounters to drop on here tomorrow if I can get some writing time. I need to add a bit to it.

Well, without further ado, here is Detestable Liaisons 3. This chapter follows up directly after the last one. This is the second night at the conference.

I'll be posting another short story poll soon to determine what I work on. I have two more chapters of this story outlined before it wraps up, so we will see what is chosen!

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The sound of the hotel room door shutting woke me up. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but the sun from the window and someone shuffling around the room made my brain turn on. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up, wondering if Archer was in the room. Instead, I was treated to the view of my sexy wife wearing just a sultry white silk robe that stopped mid-thigh, carrying a tray of something that smelled heavenly.

Coffee and breakfast for the two of us.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Well, I was about to wake you. I got room service for us, coffee, and breakfast,” Courtney smiled as she set the tray down on the end table between our beds and sat. Her hair was pulled back into a hastily fastened bun. Even though it looked a little messy, she was still drop-dead gorgeous.

“Lucky bellhop,” I said, reaching over and grabbing the coffee, “Got to see you dressed like that.”

“His eyes did linger,” Courtney said as she bit her toast, “I was going to head down to the restaurant and get us food, but I was afraid my legs might buckle on the way after last night.”

Swallowing the coffee felt great, but the effects were muted by Courtney staring at me, judging my reaction, and waiting for me to say something. Finally, I mustered the courage.

“Last night was something,” I started, trying to find the words, “It was pretty intense.”

“I’ll say,” Courtney rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes unfocused, likely thinking about the night before, “Our mystery man sure did a good job. I think I passed out right away.”

I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth so I wouldn’t have to respond. Knowing that Courtney enjoyed getting fucked by Archer, her work nemesis, made my stomach turn and my cock wake up.

“I wanted to ask. I’m not even sure,” Courtney said, looking a bit flustered at me, causing my heart to skip a beat. What, um, ethnicity is my mystery man?”

The toast felt like it was stuck in my throat. I hadn’t expected this question. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Did she pick something up from the way Archer spoke last night? I wasn’t sure where this was coming from. “Doesn’t that take away part of the mystery? With you knowing?” I finally asked.

“Sure. Yeah. I guess. It’s just that…” I watched as she seemed to choose her words carefully. “It’s just that in my mind, I pictured him one way. But last night, when he spoke, it made him sound different than I expected.”

“Different, how?” I asked. My cock was already getting hard with where the conversation was going.

“Okay,” Courtney said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I know it's maybe not politically correct to ask this. I mean, just based on his voice, but is my mystery man black?”

I knew this question was coming, but my body was still tense. I knew my face was flush, and I looked like a deer in the headlights. The original mystery man was not black. Archer just happened to luck his way into filling in. The only thing I could do was gulp some coffee and then nod, “Yes. Is that okay?

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” Courtney said, smiling at me reassuringly, “I just didn’t expect it. I pictured someone else in my head I guess. His voice threw me off last night and made me rethink it.”

“Hmm, well surprise, I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders desperate for the topic to change, afraid she would ask more questions about her mystery man and discover what I’d done.

“Speaking of surprises,” Courtney looked at me like she was ready to jump in the bed and fuck me, “What did he mean about tonight? That you two had something planned for me?”

I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest. I was simultaneously wondering if Courtney could hear it and whether or not I was having heart palpitations. I had no idea what the fuck Archer was talking about, but I didn’t want to seem like I was out of control. So I tried to put on my sexiest voice and said, “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow at me, intrigued. Arousal painted her face. I wondered what she was going to do next. In an effort to save myself from further questions I tried to smoothly change the subject, “But that’s tonight. What about today? What are your plans?”

Courtney’s features hardened, and she switched from bedroom mode to business mode. She took a last long sip of her coffee before standing up, “Well, I’m going to try to corner that Tanner guy again and make sure he goes back home tomorrow knowing what my company can offer him and his clients. Besides that, I have meetings set up with different associations to see if I can get to our target clients through them. There are also a few other minor vendors I want to open dialogues with to see if we can partner up somehow. They might already have clients that we’d like to secure, so if we can work together, it is a win-win. I guess today is all about forging new relationships.”

“You’re amazing,” I said, staring at her impressed, “I would hate to be going up against you. You’re going to crush it today.”

“I know,” She said moving towards the bathroom, “I think it’s going to be a good one. I did get a great night’s sleep last night so I’m well rested. Babe, I’m just going to jump in the shower, I slept in a little later that I planned and I need to get going.”

“Sure, baby,” I reached for my phone on the table, “I’ll be here when you get out.”

Courtney blew me a kiss and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I quickly got out of bed and looked around the room for the keycard I let Archer use last night. I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t here. I opened the messaging app on my phone and texted Archer.

H: Do you have my keycard?

***

My phone finally buzzed, letting me know that a new message came in. Courtney had already left to hit the show floor. I was still getting ready and brushing my teeth when I swiped open my phone to read the message. It was from Archer.

A: Yeah my bad, sorry I had it in my pocket.

A: I can meet you in the exhibition area around 1pm and give it to you.

I quickly responded back.

H: Sure, see you then.

By the time I got down to the show floor I was a nervous wreck. Meeting up with Archer felt really risky. At least none of Courtney’s coworkers would be here to potentially see us. They wouldn’t ask why her husband was talking to one of their chief rivals. But I didn’t know Courtney’s schedule or where she would be. If she happened to stumble upon us and put two and two together…

At 1PM I was sitting outside the exhibition hall waiting for Archer. I kept watching for him and Courtney. It would have been a great time to get the keycard back but by 1:15 Archer still hadn’t showed. I sent him a text.

H: Hey I’m here, where are you?

A couple of minutes later he finally responded.

A: Sorry, got pulled into back to back meetings. Not sure I can still meet. We’re going to offsite dinners after this. How about we meet at the same spot we did last night and I’ll give you back the key then?

I felt my face go red, but there wasn’t much I could do. Still, I stood up and started to walk the show floor. Maybe I could find Archer before he went off to dinner and get the key from him. As I turned a corner, I saw Courtney walking out of a room alongside a crowd of people. Some talk must have just ended. She looked incredibly sexy in a form-fitting, sleeveless blue dress. It was a conservative cut. There wasn’t any cleavage, with the top of the dress going up to her neck and the bottom going past her knees. But her body and curves in a form-fitting dress like that was anything but conservative. Not to mention those sexy high heels she was wearing. She seemed like sex incarnate walking the show floor of the actuary conference. Everyone at the conference would know who she was by the end of it.

Several men and some women seemed to agree with my assessment. I watched heads turn, and eyes follow her hot body. Courtney seemed to quicken her pace, and I watched her slide up alongside an older, heavyset man and start talking while they walked. It looked like it was Tanner, the white whale prospect she was trying to land.

They stopped and began to have a conversation in the hallway. I stood to the side, trying not to get spotted and hoping not to appear like a creep. Courtney was talking to him confidently, looking right into his eyes. I could tell she was trying to close him. She wanted to return home with a win and this guy could deliver that. Tanner seemed actively interested in whatever it was she was saying, meeting her eyes and nodding along while smiling. When Courtney turned to gesture at the crowds around her to emphasize a point, that old bastard took the opportunity to run his eyes up and down her body quickly.

When Courtney turned back to him, his eyes snapped back to hers. He quickly resumed the role of professional businessman. I continued to watch their conversation for a couple of minutes. Courtney and Tanner shook hands and nodded. It looked like she had sealed the deal, and they agreed to get in touch soon. I was happy for her to have accomplished the goal she had set for herself.

As Courtney walked away, she looked pleased with herself. She seemed to walk a little straighter as she confidently moved across the show floor. Tanner just stood there with his eyes glued to her ass.

I suddenly felt the need to get out of the building and breathe. I found an exit and walked out, taking in the fresh air. I couldn’t be in that building any longer. I decided to walk around and look for a quiet spot to grab a drink. After a few minutes, I found a small dive bar and went in and ordered a beer. Waiting for the bartender to finish the pour, I opened my phone and read Archer’s message again. I finally responded.

H: Okay, tonight. Same spot, but nothing else after.

***

“Do you think this outfit looks appropriate for my surprise?” Courtney asked, coming out of the bathroom. Hearing my wife’s voice, I looked up from my phone as I sat on the bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” I mumbled, staring at my wife’s body. Gone was the tight blue dress she had been wearing all day. Now, she was dressed for sex. She was wearing a black strapless bra and what looked like a mini-corset. It turned into a V over her belly button with some light lace material. Her legs had black thigh-high stockings with a garter that went up over her stomach. She wore thin little black panties rested over the garters.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Courtney said as she twirled around, giving me a great view of how her ass looked in her panties. They didn’t provide much material in the back, but they made her ass look amazing. My wife walked over to the table and poured herself a large glass of wine. After taking a long sip, she bent over at the waist, opened the mini-fridge, and took out a six-pack of beer. She pulled a body of whiskey from somewhere and set it on the counter. She handed me a beer and poured me a double of whiskey, which she knew was my favorite. She left the other beer on the counter and placed the glass next to me on a table.

“For our mystery man and you later when you come back up,” she said. I quickly cracked my beer and started to down the cold golden goodness. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do tonight for Courtney’s surprise. When I got the card back from Archer, I would come up and pretend to be her mystery man, but I’m not sure if that would count as a surprise. I gulped down the last beer and reached for the whiskey. It felt warm going down my throat, and it put me at ease within a few seconds.

“God, I can’t wait to just blow off some steam,” Courtney continued to sip her wine, her body swaying back and forth to imaginary music. “I finally landed that big client. You know the one I talked to you about? It just feels good, like things are moving in the right direction.”

“The big deal one with all the connections?” I looked down at my whiskey, replaying the events of today in my head.

“Yeah, that one. We still need to dot the Is and cross the Ts, but he agreed to the deal in principle this afternoon.” Courtney beamed. “I’m just glad this trip wasn’t a bust.”

Courtney took another long drink and swayed her body to music only she could hear. She looked at me seductively over the rim of her wine glass, “What time are you going downstairs to get him?”

I checked my watch. It was 9:50 PM. Archer was meeting me down at the bar for 10 pm like last time, “I’ll be down there in 10 minutes.”

My wife swallowed the last of her wine. “Soon then,” she walked back to the table and poured herself another wine glass. I couldn’t think of anything to say to her. My mouth was dry, and I was speechless. She looked incredible, and I just wanted to be alone with her. Courtney was leaning back against the table, her chest pushed out. I took another drink of my whiskey and was surprised that I had already finished it.

“Imagine if all those people you talked to today could see you like this,” I finally managed to speak as I opened my second beer.

Courtney chuckled, bit her lip, and looked at me hard, “I’m sure they wouldn’t have been interested in talking. They might have wanted something else.”

Her words made my dick instantly hard. Whenever she talked dirty like this, it always drove me crazy. I got off the bed and made my way over to her. Pressing my body up against hers, I kissed her deeply. Courtney’s tongue slid into my mouth, and we kissed hard while I rubbed my cock against her.

When I finally broke the kiss and came up for breath, Courtney grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch, “You’d better get down there. Don’t want to keep our mystery man waiting.”

She took another long gulp of her wine, finishing her second glass. I watched her pour another before moving to the bed and retrieving the black satlin blindfold. She layed herself back onto the middle of the bed, put the blindfold on and took another sip of her wine.

I took one last mental image of my wife, finished my second beer and left the room. My plan was simple. Get the keycard, come back up and make sweet love to my wife. I reached the bar downstairs at 10:00 PM on the dot and didn’t see any signs of Archer.

Deciding to sit at the bar, I ordered another beer and texted Archer.

H: I’m here

This time, he was quick to respond.

A: Just running a bit late. Be there in a second.

If Archer took too long, the wine might have hit Courtney by the time I got back up to the room. She could be asleep passed out with the blindfold on her face. That would be a great out for me, not having to fullfill any surprise and let her think she missed it because she fell asleep.

As I sipped on my new beer, I could feel my senses mellowing, and a nice buzz began to take its place in my head. I enjoyed the beer and let my mind wander. Eventually, I realized that Archer still hadn’t shown up. Checking my phone, ten minutes had already gone by. Frustrated, I text him again.

H: Hey, whats the hold up?

I finished the beer and debated ordering another. I didn’t want to start one and then have Archer show up and give me the key, only for me to need to wait and finish my beer before heading back up to Courtney. I decided that I could always chug it and deal with the consequences later. I ordered another beer and began drinking it.

Five minutes later and another empty glass in front of me, Archer still hadn’t shown up. Now I was pissed. My sexy ass wife was waiting upstairs for me, and here I was waiting on some asshole to drop off my keycard. The alcohol flowing through my veins gave me a little extra liquid courage to write him a nasty text.

H: what the ffuck? where thr hell areyou?

I stared at my phone, waiting for the three little dots to pop up, but they never did. Fuck it. I was done waiting for him. No wonder his company was so shitty. Their lead sales guy couldn’t even keep their appointments.

I paid out my tab and left the bar. I stumbled more than once as I walked across the lobby to the elevator. It wasn’t until I got up and started moving that I realized how hard the beers had already hit me.

After double checking I was getting out on the right floor, I walked back to my room. I would knock and let Courtney know that something came up with the mystery man. Loud rythimic music was coming from one of the rooms in the hall. It was hard to discern from where my senses dulled from the beer.

I stopped in front of what I was positive was my room and knocked. Several seconds went by, and Courtney didn’t answer. I knocked again louder, in case she had fallen asleep. At this point, my senses caught up with my body, and I realized that the music was coming from behind the door.

Blinking, I double-checked that this was the right room number. It was our room, for sure. My drunk brain confirmed it. I leaned forward and pressed my ear up to the door. Over the loud beat of the music, I swore I could hear a woman moaning. I knocked again, this time as hard as I could.

Still no answer. Wondering what to do, an idea finally struck me. I stumbled back down the hallway to the elevator and leaned against the wall until the doors opened on the lobby. I checked my watch as I crossed towards the concierge desk. It was almost 10:40pm already.

No one was behind the counter. I had to ring that stupid bell thing until a weary-looking middle-aged man came out from the back room.

“Hi, I’m Harry Thomas from three-twelve,” I said as I leaned on the counter for balance. I slid my wallet out and thumbed through my cards until I found my ID. I slid it across the counter to the man, “I lost my room card. I was hoping you might be able to get me a new one.”

The man looked me up and down, clearly appraising my current state. “Of course, just give me one moment.”

It felt like an eternity, but the man eventually validated me and got me a new card, “Would you wife be needing one too?”

“No,” I said, turning and trying to walk in a straight line back to the elevator, “She’s good.”

***

It took an eternity for the elevator doors to open. When they did, I squeezed through them, my shoulder hitting the one door accidentally. I stepped off and hurried down the hallway, frantically looking for my room. I couldn’t find it. The numbers didn’t make any sense. Everything in this hallway had rooms starting with four. I returned to where the elevators were and rushed down another hallway, but again, all the rooms here were in the four hundreds. It took me a second to realize I had gotten off the wrong floor.

I turned back around and headed to the elevators. They were taking forever, so I found the door to the stairs and headed down a level. I slipped going down and had to catch myself on the railing. When I finally got to the next landing, I burst through the door and recognized where I was. I headed down the right hallway and could hear the thumping of the music growing louder. I knew I was heading in the right direction. Room 312 came up quickly, and I took a deep breath before putting my new keycard into the lock. The light flashed green, and I heard the lock disengage.

Pushing the door open, the music seemed to get louder. Rhythmic thumping of the song’s bass seemed to hit my body as I closed the door behind me. I couldn’t see the bed yet, but I could feel the warmth in the room and smell the sweat. Archer was clearly in here fucking, Courtney. That bastard. I could hear Courtney’s muffled moans in the room even more clearly. On the dresser was a wine bottle, Courtney’s wine glass, a couple of cans of beer, and a depleted bottle of whiskey. Those weren’t the ones I had earlier.

I looked at myself in the mirror, momentarily paralyzed by what I would find around the corner. I had to see it. I passed the bathroom and stepped around the corner of the room to see what was happening. I stumbled back, my drunk brain not understanding what I was seeing at first.

Courtney was on the bed on all fours. Archer was kneeling in front of her, thrusting his black cock into her mouth while she moaned around it. What made my brain skip a beat was that there was someone else in the room. Another man was standing behind Courtney, fucking her from behind.

My brain eventually caught up to the surreal sights in front of me. The guy had pale white skin, his skin hanging limply off his arms while a fat gut sat on the back of Courtney’s perfect ass. It was that guy, Tanner, the one Courtney had been pursuing and trying to close on this trip. Each time he thrust into her, his old skin jiggled.

Tanner’s face was beet red, focused and determined, staring down at my young blindfolded wife. His fat hands were holding her hips, and her ass cheeks shook as she thrust back onto his crotch. I took a step forward to do something as my brain tried to piece together how this happened.

Then Courtney moaned. Even with Archer’s cock deep in her mouth, her moan filled the room, competing with the loud music. She was loving every second of this. I froze in place, but I was closer to the bed.

Tanner and Archer both looked up, noticing me for the first time. Tanner looked at Archer, who nodded to him. An ugly yellow grin broke out on Tanner’s face as he looked at me again. Then he turned his attention back to Courtney.

“Mhmmmmm,” My wife moaned around Archer’s cock. I didn’t know what was causing that effect. Tanner’s cock, Archer’s, or the fact that she was getting double-teamed for the first time in her life, fulfilling a long-standing fantasy of hers.

I followed Tanner’s eyes down to my wife. She was a mess. Her strapless corset had been tugged down to her stomach, her perfect breasts swaying freely as she was getting fucked. Her panties were off. I had no idea where they were. The garters were unclipped, dangling off her body. Her hair didn’t look as picturesque as it had earlier. Now it looked like someone who had been having wild sex. At least her blindfold was still in one piece on her face.

Suddenly Courtney pulled back from Archer’s cock. I watched as his large cock fell out of her mouth as she dropped her head, trying to catch her breath, “Holy fuck. Ah fuck. God.”

Tanner gritted his teeth but stayed silent. His face and chest were red, and sweat was dripping down his body. This was probably the most physical exertion the man had done in the last ten years.

“Sounds like you like the surprise huh?” Archer reached down and pulled Courtney’s face up towards him.

“God. Mhmmmmm. Fuck. Yes. It’s good. So good.” Courtney moaned. Archer brushed his finger across her lips and her tongue instinctively darted out to lick it.

“Uh. Ah. Mhmmmm. Gaa.” Courtney moaned, her ass slapping against the skin of Tanner’s thighs. Tanner’s fingers moved onto Courtney’s ass, digging into them, likely to leave a mark. The guy looked like he was already gased like he could pass out at any minute. He wasn’t saying anything, but the sound of him breathing hard was unmistakable.

Archer smiled at me and nodded. Like I was a co-conspirator in his scheme. Maybe I was, but I didn’t know about this. I didn’t plan it. But I wasn’t stopping it either. I felt myself getting lightheaded. I grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge and sat down on the chair next to the bed, my mind still reeling. Should I try to stop this? If I did, Courtney would have taken off her blindfold. How would she react to having Archer, her nemesis, and their white whale client both naked with her? She would be absolutely livid, and I didn’t know what would happen afterward.

Tanner was beginning to gasp for breath. The old man was reaching his limit. It seemed like he was trying to hold onto this moment of fucking my wife. The woman who had been pursuing him for months. He wanted to relish every second of being inside of her, but his body just couldn’t keep up.

He pulled back from my wife as she continued to thrust back in search of his missing cock. Tanner’s long skinny cock dropped out of her. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Fuck. I should have known better.

I knew I needed to sober up. I had to make better choices here, but the alcohol still had me spinning. I could feel my dick getting hard beneath my pants. Whenever I drank, it seemed like my brain justified my fantasies easier.

“Uhhhhhh,” Sarah moaned in disappointment, her hips swaying back and forth, looking for Tanner’s cock. For some reason, the idea of a Discovery Channel program flashed into my head, how some animals move back and forth like that to signal their interest in mating. The overweight man plopped himself onto the bed, one hand on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He looked like a lobster. His skin was so flush.

Archer pulled Courtney up into a kneeling position in front of him. He held onto her face with both hands and planted his lips on hers. I watched his tongue part her lips and dart into her mouth. Worse was seeing her tongue extend and dance with his as they kissed. Their lips seemed to melt together, craving the other.

Courtney’s hand had found Archer’s cock and was already stroking it. I had been busy watching their lips. When did she do that? She was running her hand up and down his large black shaft, exploring every inch of it.

I gulped. Now would be a good time to interrupt and see if I could put a stop to things. Courtney didn’t have a cock inside of her. I could just tell them I had a change of heart and ask the guys to leave. Surely, they wouldn’t try anything after that…

Archer pulled Courtney closer to his body while lowering both of them onto the bed. Courtney was on her back, and Archer was positioning himself between her legs. They were still kissing passionately, Courtney’s fingers alternating between running through his patchy beard and stroking the back of his bald head.

It was now or never if I was going to stop this. I stood up quickly, and the room began to spin immediately. Blinking, I fell back into the chair.

“Ahhhh,” Courtney moaned. It was too late. Archer’s cock was inside of my wife again. I watched as his overweight frame dipped down, his hips thrusting into her. Court’s stocking-clad legs were already wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Not wanting to let him get away.

The old man Tanner just sat there watching the coupling transfixed. His breathing was still rough but he was at least sitting up. Staring at them.

“Uh, yes,” Courtney whispered. Archer was whispering something into her ear. With the loud music, it was too low to hear. “Okay,” Courtney said as her hips started to thrust faster, pushing off the bed to meet Archer’s cock.

Archer grabbed both of Courtney’s wrists and held them together over her head, pinning them down against the bed. Then he started power thrusting into her. “Ahhhh, uhhhhh, mhmmmmmm, god, fuck.” Courtney moaned in ecstasy, “Right there. Just like that. Ah. So good. Good. Oh god. Don’t fucking stop.”

“I ain’t stopping momma,” Archer grunted, “Not until I get my nut.”

Movement out of the corner of my eye. Tanner was standing up and stroking his cock, looking down at my wife’s white arms and legs wrapped around Archer’s black body.

“Don’t stop,” Courtney said, “Don’t fucking stop. Yes. God. Right there. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. Ahhhhhh.” Courtney’s body tensed up as she came. Her nails dug into Archer’s dark back, and her legs had his hips in a vice gripe. If he had to cum I don’t think she would have let him go. Was she ever aware of the implications of that? If he did cum in her? I didn’t track her cycles. I didn’t know if it was a good time or a dangerous time, but she would know, right? She would stop it if it was. Or would she? How much had she had to drink?

As Courtney’s orgasm subsided, Tanner tapped Archer on the shoulder. Anger flashed on the older black man’s face at being interrupted but quickly disappeared when he saw Tanner standing there. Archer nodded to him and pushed himself up into a kneeling position. His cock never left Courtney’s pussy.

Tanner bent forward, resting one knee on the bed. His gut pressed into the tops of his thigh. His old lips kissed Courtney, sticking his tongue into her mouth. “Mhmmmmm,” I heard her moan, her body responding to him. It felt obscene seeing her passionately kissing a man probably twice her age. A man who had probably sat across from her as she politely but assertively tried to land a deal with him. All the time, he was probably fantasizing about her like this. Court could have sealed this deal immediately if she had offered something like this, but she would never stoop to that level.

Tanner’s left hand started to massage one of her breasts, trying and failing to cup the entire thing. Courtney’s hand was moving across the sheets, searching for something. It stopped when it found Tanner’s knee, running up his thigh until it closed around his lengthy cock.

He broke their kiss as she started tugging on his cock. Tanner was breathing hard again, likely from bending over for that short duration. Courtney pulled on his cock, trying to will it forward towards her. Tanner scooted himself forward until his cock was pressed up against Courtney’s willing lips.

“Ah..mhmmmmm,” Courtney’s lips parted as the head of Tanner’s cock disappeared into her mouth. I heard him breathe in quickly as Courtney gripped his shaft with her hand and began to stroke it. Her wedding band clearly visible against the man’s skin.

Courtney’s hips were driving themselves back against Archer’s cock. Faster now than before. Having two cocks to play with seemed to have set her on fire. Archer was obliging. I could see his shit-eating grin from where I sat. He was enjoying every minute of this. He didn’t bother looking at me. His gaze was firmly focused on my wife. He was probably getting a great view of her as he kneeled between her legs. Looking down at her beautiful face covered in the blindfold, her breasts free and jiggly with each thrust. I knew that feeling well, having Courtney’s legs wrapped around my hips with my hands hooked under them. I felt my cock stiffen, imagining Archer’s point of view. How the hell did we get here?

“I love how you squeeze me,” Archer grunted, a sheen of sweat running across his dark skin. “Yeah, just like that. Keep squeezing my raw cock.”

“Mhmmmmmmm,” Courtney moaned with a mouthful of cock. Her hips raced back against his. Hearing him say the words ‘raw cock’ clearly affected her. I sat there watching, hoping that Archer would pull out like he did the last time. He didn’t want to deal with those consequences, would he? He wasn’t a total piece of shit. I hoped. His hands ran down her body until they each grabbed a handful of each of her ass cheeks, pulling her slightly off the bed. Elevating their position so that his cock could more easily run up and down her G-spot.

I thought about standing up, and doing something. But what could I do without giving myself and my big lie away? Could I join in with them and somehow take Archer’s place?

“Ah fuck,” Courtney’s voice said, erasing my thoughts. “Ah. God. Yes. Oh. Mhmmm.”

Her hand was still stroking Tanner’s cock while he thrust himself into it. Courtney’s head was turned towards the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. Tanner wanted to put his cock back in her mouth. His face was crimson and desperate. He kept thrusting his cock towards her, running over her face, over her lips, and even across her chin. In his blind horniness, his cock pushed against her blindfold, momentarily dislodging it. Her exposed eye was still closed as Tanner’s cock dragged across it. Archer quickly reached up past Tanner’s cock and pulled it back down.

Courtney seemed to be in ecstasy, feeling Tanner’s cock on her face. She had stopped stroking him and just held his cock in a firm grip. Archer continued to pound into her, still holding her ass up off the bed.

“Oh. God. “Courtney said, gripping Tanner’s cock like a microphone. He kept desperately trying to push it into her mouth. “Don’t. Stop. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Yes.”

“I’m gonna cum too, girl,” Archer said, grinning. “I’m not stopping. You want me to stop?”

“Don’t. Stop. Please. God. Don’t. Ugh. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuckme.” Courtney squealed, gripping Tanner’s cock with one hand and the sheets with the other as his body tensed. One leg pushed straight, her toes pointed towards the wall. Courtney was cumming again.

“Ah fuck. Yeah.” Archer grunted his pace frienzied. He continued to thrust into Courtney as she came on his cock, her pussy probably tight around him like a vice. “Here it cums girl. I’ma bout to bust.”

“Ah FUCK,” Courtney raised her hips higher off the bed, apparently grinding her G-spot against the tip of Archer’s cock. Her body seemed to surge and tense all over again, knowing that Archer was about to cum inside of her unprotected pussy.

Courtney seemed to hold her breath, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as Archer’s cum seemed to take her orgasm to another level. Tanner grunted, reached down, grabbed her face, and turned it towards him. He thrust his cock into her mouth and face fucked my beautiful wife. Courtney lost her grip on his cock as Tanner desperately thrust himself in and out of her mouth.

Archer didn’t stop, either. I was sure he had just cum inside of her, but he kept up his strokes, savoring every last bit of pleasure he could elicit from her body.

“Mhmmmmmm. Mhmmmmmmmm,” Courtney moaned as Tanner fucked her face. Wet slurping noises filled the room. Courtney’s body was covered in sweat, but I didn’t know if it was hers or if it was one of the men’s.

Tanner’s body seized up, and he grunted, almost doubling over. His gut obscured Courtney’s face from my view. But I heard her. She continued to moan around his cock. Tanner was cumming, and my wife was moaning as she swallowed load after load of his cum.

Archer began to slow his pace, staring at the decadent scene before him. His intense stare finally looked up at me and smiled. This time, it wasn’t in a co-conspirator sort of way. It seemed more domineering and victorious.

Tanner exhaled loudly. Apparently, he had been holding his breath as he came. He stumbled back, pulling his cock out of Courtney’s mouth. Cum drizzled out of his cock and landed on her lips. My wife’s tongue reached out and tenderly licked her lips as her hands came up and gently grazed her shoulders, running her fingertips over the skin. Her fingers danced down to the tops of her breasts, clearly feeling the sensitivity of her nerves in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Archer slowly withdrew his black cock from my wife.

“Uh,” Courtney moaned, feeling him slide out of her. She just laid there, touching her skin, running her legs up and down on another. Tanner sat on the bed to catch his breath before looking over at Archer, who had already found his boxers and was pulling on his pants. They nodded at each other, and Tanner quickly got up and searched for his clothes.

Within a minute, both men were sloppily dressed and ready to leave. Tanner gave me an awkward nod before heading to the door. Archer stood there for a minute, looking at Courtney lying on the bed, still writhing from what they had done to her. I thought he might climb between her legs for a second time.

Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. It was the keycard to my room. He tossed it at me, hitting me in the chest before falling into my lap. It was only then that I realized that at some point while watching the sordid affair in front of me, I had cum too.

That shit-eating smirk appeared on Archer’s face before turning and following Tanner out of the room. I sat there in silence, still not fully understanding what had just happened or what I should do next. I was in uncharted territory here.

Courtney was still lying on the bed, probably getting ready to drift off to sleep.

“Are you okay?” My voice cracked. Courtney didn’t respond. She probably couldn’t hear me over the loud rhythmic beat that was still filling the room. I found the remote to the TV and turned off whatever video had been playing.

The silence was deafening. I hadn’t realized my ears had been ringing. “Are you okay?” I repeated.

“Uhmmmmm,” Courtney seemed to groan in response. She was already beginning to pass out from the marathon fuck session she had just received. I wanted to sleep, too but my brain finally began to sober up. With the music off, it was like I could finally think for the first time that night. The fog was beginning to clear.

Archer had cum inside my wife. My wife’s chief rival and competitor had cum inside of her, and she had begged him for it. I would let that sink in later, for right now I needed to help her. I didn’t know much, but I knew it was probably better if Courtney would shower now and try to wash some of that out of her.

“Okay baby, need to wake up for just a bit. You have to shower,” I said as I pulled her up into a sitting position. Her body was limp, and she protested, “Rrhmmmm.”

I took off her blindfold and helped get her in a standing position. Her eyes were still closed, but she seemed to be compiling as I walked her to the bathroom and started the shower. Courtney pulled down her stockings. I had to steady her because she was swaying from side to side. Eventually, she was naked and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down her body. The heat seemed to wake her slightly as she cleaned herself up.

When she was done, I wrapped her in a large hotel towel and brought her to the other Queen bed that hadn’t been defiled. As she drifted off to sleep, she ran her hand across my cheek and said, “I hope you enjoyed the show, baby.”

***

It was lunchtime when it happened.

It had been a week since the conference, and the events that transpired in the hotel room were beginning to seem like distant memories. I still thought about them often, but Courtney hadn’t brought it up again. I was beginning to feel comfortable letting things be a crazy memory for me to dig up occasionally.

Things had gone too far. Way too far. I lost control of the situation and didn’t want that to happen again.

Courtney and I met up for lunch in the middle of the workday. Our lunch was going a bit long, but we enjoyed each other’s company at a nice little cafe around the corner from her office.

When her boss called, everything changed.

“What? What do you mean? There’s no way,” Courtney said, her face immediately flushing with anger. “We shook on it. He was on board. Even in his last email, he said he couldn’t wait to work together again.”

I watched her talk to her boss, and I hoped that the conversation wasn’t about what I had thought it was about. It couldn’t be.

“No. I will call Tanner right now and get to the bottom of this.” Courtney hung up on her boss without saying goodbye and immediately dialed another number. She was biting her lip impatiently. Eventually, she put her phone back down on the table. “Fucking voicemail.”

“Court, what's wrong?” I said, “What’s going on?”

“It’s that fucking Lincoln Group. Somehow, that bastard Archer swooped in and stole my client out from under me. I was this close to signing them,” Courtney gestured with her thumb and index finger, “He shook my hand at the conference and agreed to our partnership verbally. Over the last week, he even acted over email as if we’d be working together again. And now my boss just called saying the Lincoln Group just released a press release announcing their new partnership with Tanner’s company. God, I’m pissed.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I said honestly. Part of this was on me. Archer probably signed Tanner after their double team of Courtney.”

“It’s not your fault, Harry. It's just those bastards and their underhanded tactics. I’d really like to know how they managed to fuck me over and land him.” Courtney crossed her arms and slumped back into her seat. I winced at hearing her use the word fuck.

I couldn’t find any words to respond.