Detestable Liaisons: Chapter 2

Hey everyone, he is the updated and edited version of Detestable Liaison Chapter 2. What happens when Courtney tells Mark about another conference that she plans on attending? I have outlines for a few more chapters but we'll see if those are the short stories that end up in the queue.

As this is a short story, its something of an experiment from my longer form writing. Let me know what you think. I'm still figuring out writing from a first-person perspective. 

As always, these short stories are bonuses and won't incur any patreon charges. Enjoy!

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It had been almost six months since I watched my wife, Courtney, sleep with Archer in that hotel room. Since then, I have just not been able to get it out of my head. Seeing her submit to someone else, seeing her body respond to him. The noises she made and the way she gripped his body with hers drove me wild.

I felt bad knowing that I’d accidentally picked someone that she couldn’t stand. Someone who professionally caused her a lot of grief since he was from a competing company that used some underhanded practices.

It was hard to admit to myself, but knowing that my wife had sex with someone she detested turned me on. I felt guilty keeping that from her, but I felt I had enough deniability that it was okay. Just picturing them together was enough to distract me from my entire workday. Sometimes, the smallest detail would be enough to put me in what seemed like a trance.

Our sex life had been on fire since that night. We role played the situation in our bedroom all the time. Sometimes, Court would come home from a stressful day at work and ask for her ‘<i>mystery man</i>’ that night. She would blindfold herself and get naked in the bed, and I would come up a few minutes later and take her, trying to recreate the performance burned into my memory.

Every moan she made when I was playing her mystery man reminded me of the way she moaned for Archer. I couldn’t help but think of them together and the sounds Archer had brought out of her every time we role played that scenario.

I threw out most of the swag I’d gotten from that conference. Ultimately, it was mostly junk that would collect dust, although there were some pens and office materials I could use. I didn’t throw out Archer’s business card, though. I kept it in the desk in my office. It felt like a bomb, ready to go off. Whenever Courtney was in our home office, I would cringe, thinking she might discover it.

I looked Archer up on Linkedin. His profile wasn’t too populated, but he seemed fairly active on the platform, particularly liking and commenting on posts from people he seemed to be targeting to sell to. I was even able to find a couple of comments on the posts of Courtney’s company. Archer would engage with the commenters who seemed interested in their services. He would reply, trying to push them towards his own company’s services, disparaging Courtney’s company and even offering to have a conversation with them to tell them why they were better. His company, The Lincoln Group, seemed to be one of those faceless multinationals that had a lot of business lines, but you never really get a good sense of what they do. They seemed to acquire startups and then spin out their services under the Lincoln Group corporate umbrella. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but Courtney was right. There was something shady about them.

Over the past few months, Courtney has been frustrated with them. She hadn’t mentioned Archer, but it sounded like the Lincoln Group was doing some underhanded things.

The call center at Courtney’s company got flooded with spam calls and emails from overseas. The only thing was, the calls and emails sounded legitimate until their agents spent some time with them to learn they were fraudulent. This made it much harder to resolve real issues, which, understandably, upset their customers. They were also getting review bombed on several sites, which they needed to counter and spend time refuting.

While they couldn’t prove it was the Lincoln Group behind it, the executive team at the company felt strongly that it was something they would do. Courtney was directly affected when a ton of new leads started coming into the business that her team had to qualify and work on. Ultimately, many of these led nowhere and delayed Courtney’s team’s response to high-quality leads. The delays took long enough that often, the Lincoln Group would have already secured them by the time Courtney’s team talked to them.

The last few months had been stressful for her professionally, so I tried to do what I could to make things easier at home.

***

“So there is a conference coming up next month,” Courtney was playing with the rim of her wine glass, “It’s not the typical conference we’d go to normally. It’s more of an adjacent industry, but a big prospect is going to be there that we want to secure. So it will just be me going, not the rest of the sales team.”

My mouth felt dry, so I took a sip of my own wine. I hadn’t expected her to drop something like this while we were out having dinner.

“Where’s the conference?” I said calmly, trying not to show Courtney what I was thinking.

She smiled immediately. Clearly, she could read my mind, “It’s at the same convention center as last time.”

Now she was looking at me with her bedroom eyes. The ones that would push me over the edge and make me cum whenever we had sex.

“Oh yeah, that’s a nice place. Want me to come along again?” I hoped she was steering this conversation where I wanted her to. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, wondering what she might say next.

“Of course,” she took a long sip of her wine, “There are many things I would like to do again on this trip.”

I gulped, “Anything in particular?”

Courtney bit her lip and looked around the room. She casually ran her fingers up and down the strap of her dress, “I was thinking…if you enjoyed having your fantasy fulfilled last time, maybe we could do it again.”

I could feel my face turning beet red. I couldn’t seem to find any coherent words to respond with.

“Uh. Maybe?” I whispered, “I mean, if we did that, I can start looking online for someone –”

“What about our mystery man from last time?” Courtney’s foot was sliding up my calf under the table. “We’ve been fantasizing about him together for months now. He did what we wanted last time, and we should reward him again, shouldn’t we?”

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t even know who he is. You were blindfolded, he could be ugly for all you know.” I knew I had to at least try to divert her off of Archer.

“That doesn’t really matter when I have a blindfold on, does it? Besides not knowing who it is makes it hotter. I just know that he clearly knows what he is doing in bed and if we were going to do this again I want to make sure I at least enjoy myself while doing it.”

“So you want the same mystery man again? I guess I can try to reach out and see if he’s available, but I don’t know if he will be. Are you sure you don’t want to try anyone else?” I tried not to stutter as I spoke.

Courtney’s foot found my crotch. She smiled devilishly, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that fantasy to be fulfilled just yet.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, “What do you mean?”

“Trying someone else plus the mystery man. Being with two men at once. It’s a hot idea, but I don’t know if I could be that slutty.” Her foot was now running up and down my stiffening shaft.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” I said. Now I just pictured two versions of Archer spit roasting my wife.

“Oh, sorry, I misunderstood,” Courtney said while her foot continued to stroke me. That devilish smile appeared on her face again, “Well, who knows, if you get bored of just watching me and our mystery man, you could always join in.”

My cock felt like it was ready to explode. Was this really going to happen again? Should I actually get in contact with Archer? Courtney would be blindfolded again, I could get anyone, right? I downed the rest of my wine as I watched my beautiful wife go back to her dinner like nothing had happened.

***

A month later, we were back at the hotel, and Courtney was in the bathroom getting ready to hit the conference show floor. Just like last time, we agreed that she’d fly solo and concentrate on her work while I kept myself busy.

Before we left, I wasn’t sure if Courtney was still game for playing with our mystery man fantasy. If I’m being honest, that fantasy had morphed for me into seeing my smart professional wife have sex with someone she actively loathed, but I wasn’t brave enough to admit that to her. We hadn’t talked about doing this again since our conversation at the restaurant.

While she was in the shower, I flipped open her carry-on bag and quickly found the blindfold. The same one she’d used last time. She had specifically packed it.

Now, I began picturing Archer coming into the room and surprising her while she was showering. I found myself short of breath, thinking about what would happen on this trip. I grabbed Archer’s card out of my wallet and hesitantly sent him a message.

> Hey, are you at the actuary conference?

I stared at my phone for several minutes, but no response came.

I heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later, Courtney came back into the room wearing just a towel. I felt like an idiot with my jaw hanging open. No matter how long we’ve been married, I still find her incredibly sexy. She seemed to get sexier with each passing year. I sat there and eagerly watched her put on a sexy bra and pair of panties before getting into her professional attire. She decided on a green blazer with a white blouse underneath and a pair of dress pants. As professional as it looked, her body still looked amazing. There was no hiding her considerable assets underneath that clothing.

“So what are you going to do today?” Courtney asked as she applied some light makeup in the mirror.

“Well, you know me, I’m gonna hit the show floor and get as much swag as I can,” I laid on the bed just watching her get ready, starting to feel myself getting hard. Amazed that I landed a woman like her, “What about you? What do you have going on?”

“Well, I want to check out a couple of the talks and see if actuaries might be a new target demo for us to go after,” Courtney said, “But the main thing is a meeting I set up at noon with this old guy from the largest actuary firm in the US. I want to sign him down to an exclusive agreement for him to recommend us to their clients. All the companies we want to go after are already their clients, so if I could lock that up, it would be huge for us.”

“That’s pretty smart, baby.” I was impressed at how she’d uncovered this opportunity and seen its potential. She really was a killer combo of a woman: brains and beauty.

Courtney sighed, “It is. There is just one problem.”

“What is it?” I said, sitting up on my elbows.

“One of our junior sales folks jumped over to the Lincoln Group last month. This was after I identified this opportunity, so he clearly knew about it. I bought a copy of the attendee list and saw that someone from the Lincoln Group just got added within the last couple of days.” Courtney was applying light pink lipstick. She pressed her lips together and opened them, assessing how the color looked on her.

I felt my cock stiffen, “Who’s that?”

“Their lead sales guy, Jack Archer. Super shady and unscrupulous guy.” Her body lightly shook, “Just thinking about him gives me the creeps.”

“So you think he is here because of what your former junior sales guy knew? Like he told them your strategy?” I asked, trying to conceal my erection.

“Yeah,” Courtney sighed. “Sometimes I wish I just kept my mouth shut.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby,” I said, “But you don’t need to worry too much. They suck, and you rock. Even if they are here, you will still land this guy, mister. Whatever his name is.”

“It’s Tanner,” she said, “And thank you. I know we’re better, and I know I am better than Archer. We’ve just had some bumps lately, and they’ve gained some ground, so I’d like a win here.”

I really wanted to ask her more. To push her on what she knew about Archer and how much she didn’t like him. It was pretty fucked up. Instead, I asked, “And afterwards? What are your plans tonight?”

A sly smile spread across her lips, causing her to have to pause to reapply her lipstick, “Well, that depends, doesn’t it, honey? Were you able to get a hold of our mystery man?”

I gulped, and the room suddenly felt incredibly hot. Here she was talking about how much she loathed Archer, and in the next sentence, she was getting turned on thinking about her mystery man. Not knowing they were the same.

“Not yet,” I replied, rechecking my text messages, “He hasn’t replied back.”

“That’s a shame,” Courtney turned around and looked at me with those seductive bedroom eyes of hers, “Depending on how my day goes, I’m either going to have something to celebrate or going to need something to work out my frustrations on.”

I knew she was putting on a bit of a show for me. She knew how much this long-standing fantasy of mine turned me on. The way she was leaning in and embracing this thing got me more riled up than anything Archer might do. It took a moment for me to speak, “Jesus, you are so sexy, finally. If nothing works out, I’m going to take you out tonight and bring you back here and have my way with you.”

A smile spread across her face. I knew she would be perfectly fine with that outcome, “You’d better.”

She came over to where I was lying on the bed and gave me a lingering kiss before pulling back and saying, “I wish I could stay up here with you but I need to get downstairs and get to work. Text me and let me know what you get up to today. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” I said. She ran her hand down my chest before heading out the hotel room door, leaving me alone, trying to figure out what the hell was going to happen tonight.

***

I scrolled on my phone for an hour or so after Courtney left. I wasn’t very interested in seeing what sort of swag was at an actuary conference but I eventually made my way down to the show floor. Archer still hadn’t texted me back.

Maybe that was for the best. With all the grief he and his company were causing Courtney, it might be better to just leave everything in the past. Maybe I would see if that original guy from last time was available or tonight I could be her mystery man.

I walked the show floor for half an hour and as I expected, the swag was pretty lame. I did collect some coasters and pens but otherwise, it was mostly a bust. When I felt my stomach start to growl, I headed towards the provided food in another area of the conference hall. There was a buffet set up there as well as a bunch of makeshift cubicles off to the side for private meetings.

After I loaded up my plate with some free food I looked for a table. I scanned the room, looking for a place to sit and noticed the heads of several nerdy-looking actuaries turning and looking at something. I followed their gaze and saw that it was Courtney they were all looking at.

She had emerged from one of the cubicles, followed by a heavyset man. The guy must have been in his early sixties with a bad wispy grey comb-over, a clear paunch on his belly and liver spots on his face. He was taller than Courtney, and he eagerly stared into her face as she shook his hand. It must have been Tanner, the whale client she was pursuing.

Soon, Tanner turned and left, leaving Courtney standing there looking triumphant. From my point of view it looked like she thought she had landed the whale she had been chasing. I moved through the room to go talk to her but she left through one of the side doors before I could reach her. I found an open spot at a table and ate quietly by myself. Looking at my phone, I still didn’t see a response from Archer. I felt both relieved and disappointed. I typed out a quick message to Courtney to congratulate her and to let her know where I was.

Once I’d finished my lunch, I grabbed an extra chocolate chip cookie from the buffet and headed back onto the show floor. If I couldn’t find anything else, I would explore the surrounding neighborhood. Being on the second floor, I went over to the balcony to just finish my cookie and people watch. Below, the crowd was bustling with eager actuaries, mingling with drinks and pitching to each other.

Courtney’s green blazer stood out like a peacock in a conservative sea of grays, blues and browns. I waved to get her attention, but she didn’t notice me. She hadn’t responded to my text message yet, either. My wife was standing there with her arms crossed, looking pissed. I followed her gaze to see what she was looking at. Across the room at a table with beers in front of them, was her whale Tanner and Archer. Archer was talking in an animated fashion, clearly trying to pitch Tanner on the Lincoln Group’s services. Tanner let out a barking laugh at something Archer said, and then he patted him on the back.

I glanced back at Courtney and caught her green blazer moving in the opposite direction at a decent clip. I knew she wasn’t happy. I took one look back at Tanner and Archer, and my breath caught in my throat. Tanner was talking, but Archer was looking up at me with his crooked smile. He raised his beer in my direction, which caused Tanner to look up as well. I almost dropped my cookie onto an unsuspecting convention goer below as I backed away from the balcony. I shouldn’t have moved, but I felt like I got caught doing something I shouldn’t have.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I hesitantly grabbed it, wondering if it was Archer calling me. The caller ID showed Courtney’s face, and I let out a slow sigh of relief.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” I answered.

“I think I’m done here for the day. I want to get out of here. Are you ready? We can go grab an early dinner and then maybe some drinks afterward. I could use one.” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, looking back at the balcony. I wondered what was going through Archer’s mind at the moment.  “I’m ready to go. I’ll meet you downstairs in the lobby.”

***

We were at a bar after the restaurant when Archer finally texted me back. Courtney and I’d had a nice, quiet dinner where she’d vented her frustrations from the day and laid everything out to me. Now, we were trying to loosen up and relax a bit with drinks to forget the day, but Archer’s message made me tense.

> Yeah, I’m here. Are you Harry?

“What are you looking at?” Courtney was eyeing me from across the table with that seductive look on her face. She was leaning towards me and playing with her drink’s straw.

I had tried purposely not to bring up her mystery man throughout dinner. I wanted to be supportive of her frustration. Maybe it was because of the alcohol or the raging hard-on in my pants, but I finally broke.

“Your mystery man finally replied to me,” I said as I typed up a response to Archer.

> Yeah, that’s me. I saw you on the show floor this afternoon. You raised your beer to me.

“Mhmmm, really?” Courtney bit her lip. “So, who is going to get me tonight? My husband or my mystery lover?”

I felt my cock twitch at what she said, “I don’t know yet. We haven’t really set anything up yet –”

> Do you want me to fuck your wife again tonight?

I felt a cold sweat running over my body. Archer seemed interested, and my innocent wife was toying with me in person.

“Oh well, that’s too bad. You better figure it out soon. I think I can only handle one more drink before we’re going to have to head to the hotel,” She picked up the cherry from her drink and swirled her tongue around it.

I quickly glanced down at my phone and typed a message to Archer.

> Yes. 10 pm. At the bar like last time.

“Well, let’s get that drink and get you back to the hotel. I guess you’ll just have to put that blindfold on and see who gets to have you tonight.” I breathed. I could feel how beet red my face was.

“You’re bad,” Courtney said as she got up and sauntered over to the bar to order another round for us. I watched several men’s heads swivel to track her movements. Any of them would be up for being her mystery man, but I was going to serve her up on a platter to Archer again.

***

Courtney broke one of her heels in the hallway outside of our hotel room. I think the bartender made our last round of drinks a little too strong. As soon as we entered our room, Courtney kicked off her remaining heel and started to strip out of her clothes.

I just stood there, watching her undress. She looked so incredibly sexy with her great full breasts, shapely ass and toned legs that went on for days. Her best attribute by far was her beautiful face, but she was honestly the entire package.

With her clothes on the floor and standing there in just her black bra and panties, she caught me looking at her.

“What are we doing here, Harry?” She sauntered up to me seductively. “Are you going to take your wife to bed, or are you going to go get our mystery man?”

This was the moment. I was at a crossroads. Last time, I didn’t know who Archer was, but this time I did. I knew exactly who I was giving my wife to. I stood there paralyzed, wondering what to say. Part of me wanted to lock the door and have sex with my wife, but another part of me, initially a quieter part of me that was now becoming quite loud, wanted to see my loving wife Courtney submit to a man she loathed. Wanted to see the satisfaction on his face as my beautiful wife succumbed to him.

Courtney bit her lips and took a few steps back towards the bed. She reached into her luggage and pulled out her blindfold. She looked at me, waiting for me to respond. I didn’t move. My inaction seemed to answer her question. Courtney put the blindfold tightly around her head and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Go get him, then,” she said.

My body moved, and before my brain finally caught up with it, I found myself in the elevator riding down to the lobby. I had convinced myself that this was okay. Archer was okay. He was just a body. A fill-in. This was more about our sex life as a married couple, doing something adventurous together.

When the elevator doors opened, I crossed the lobby to the bar. I found Archer sitting at the bar with a smug look on his face. Even though he was wearing his business attire, his slight flabbiness was still noticeable. Now that I was up close to him, I realized how much older than Courtney and I he was. He had to be fifteen years older than we were. Other black men I knew seemed to age more gracefully, but the skin on Archer’s face showed noticeable signs of wear and tear.

“Well, there he is. Where’s Courtney? Upstairs waiting for me?” He looked me up and down as the bartender set a fresh pint of beer in front of him. It stung hearing my wife’s name from his mouth. He clearly knew who she was and enjoyed the fact that she was his competitor.

“Yeah, she’s getting ready,” I said, taking the seat next to him. I faced straight ahead, not meeting his gaze.

“Blindfolded again?” He asked. I looked at him again. His bald head shone, and his patchy beard looked unprofessional. I was surprised the Lincoln Group would let him be their representative. He did have a confident swagger to the way he talked that must help him in his sales role.

“Yeah. Just the blindfold and not much else,” I said.

“Does she know?” Archer asked, with his crooked smile, “About me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.

He gave me a knowing smile but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he stood up, leaving the untouched beer on the counter. I stood up as well to lead him upstairs.

“I was thinking,” Archer slid the beer in front of my seat, “That you might need a drink.”

He reached down and tugged on the room key I held in my hand, “Why don’t you sit and enjoy the drink? When you are finished, come up and join us. I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with that lovely wife of yours.”

“I don’t know,” I said. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but I had to admit the idea was quickly winning me over. Having him saunter up alone with Courtney. I wondered how she would react or if she would even notice my absence.

“It’s fine,” He said as he finally tugged the card free from my hands, “What room number?”

“312,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. It’s like my cock spoke for me. I hadn’t realized how throbbing hard it was until that moment.

Archer placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and guided me back to my seat at the bar, “10 minutes. Finish your drink and come up in ten minutes.”

I took a big sip of the beer as I watched Archer leave the bar and walk towards the elevator. My brain was still trying to fully process what I had just agreed to. I hadn’t expected Archer to suggest that or to take charge the way he had. I shouldn’t have agreed to it, but I could feel my heart beating in my chest and a ringing in my ear.

“Are you alright?” The bartender leaned over and asked.

“Yeah? Why?” I said, taking another sip of my drink.

“I don’t know, man, you look like you’re about to throw up. You don’t seem like you can catch your breath.” He said as he moved off to help another customer.

I inhaled deeply and released. He’d been right. I was breathing like I’d just been out running a marathon. I needed to calm down. I checked my watch. It had only been a minute since Archer had left.

I drank more of the beer, hoping the additional alcohol might steady my nerves. Thoughts of what might be happening upstairs ran through my head. What if Courtney wanted to see who her mystery man was? If she did, she probably would be down here already, and I’d be hearing about it.

Where were they in the room? What were they doing? Was she talking? Did he speak? Would she know who he was just from hearing his voice? I checked my watch again. Only three minutes had passed. My beer was already halfway done.

I chugged back the rest of the beer and motioned for the bartender to get me another. When he dropped it in front of me, I said, “I’d like to settle up, please.”

By the time he brought the machine over for me to pay, six minutes had already elapsed. I checked my phone. No texts or calls from Courtney yet. Another minute had passed by the time I paid for my drinks.

I quickly downed the rest of the beer and checked my phone again. Only eight minutes had gone by. I couldn’t wait any longer. I left the bar, crossed the lobby, and pressed the button for the third floor in the elevator.

Before the doors finished opening on my floor, I was already out of the elevator, making a beeline for my room. The floor was relatively dead at this time of night. The buzz of the alcohol really started to kick in the closer I got to my room. My senses weren’t as sharp and my thinking wasn’t as clear.

As I reached my room, the door looked shut, but I saw that the deadbolt was sticking out, ensuring the door didn’t lock and was slightly ajar. I took one last deep breath and slowly pushed open the door, quickly shutting it and locking it behind me.

I couldn’t see the bed from the doorway, but I could hear the sounds coming from it. The sounds were unmistakable; my wife, Courtney, was moaning around a cock in her mouth.  I rounded the corner and felt my eyes bulge out of my head. Courtney was lying on her side with her blindfold on as Archer fed is dick into her mouth. He was lying on the bed next to her, gently thrusting his hips back and forth as Court moaned around his cock. Her blonde hair was wrapped around his dark fingers as he held the back of her head. Her hand was gripping the shaft of his cock, stroking it as she sucked him off. It was her moans that hit me the hardest, hearing her moaning, enjoying having Archer’s cock in her mouth. I wondered whether she would still enjoy it as much if she knew whose cock it was.

I caught Archer smirking at me with his crooked teeth, so I focused my eyes on my wife. Could she tell it wasn’t me? Just then she slid her tongue up the length of Archer’s cock and swirled it around the head, and said, “It’s so big.” He silenced her by inserting himself back between her lips and pushing her head to take more.

My cock was hard but it felt like a punch to the gut. She must know it wasn’t me on the bed with her. I hated admitting it, but Archer’s cock was bigger than mine. Courtney bobbed her head back down on Archer’s cock. She took as much of his huge dark organ into her mouth as she could until her forehead pressed against the paunch of his brown belly. He continued to try and work the last inch or two of his shaft into her face.

“Damn girl, you sure know how to suck a cock,” Archer muttered.

Everything stopped right at that moment. Courtney’s hands had stopped moving on his body, and Archer himself was looking at her face, wondering if he’d given up the game. I myself winced, with my mouth agape, holding my breath with my body fully tensed for the fury I thought was about to be unleashed.  I felt my mouth run dry. I had forgotten to tell him not to say anything. What if she recognized his voice? I wasn’t sure how much they’d interacted, if at all. My heartbeat started to calm down when Courtney moaned an affirmative sound around his cock and restarted inhaling his cock with enthusiasm. At least she hadn’t recognized him yet.

Archer grabbed the sides of her head and slowly started to increase his pace. Courtney just held onto his shaft as Archer fucked her mouth, using her. I bet he’d thought about doing this every time Courtney beat him on a deal. My wife, still on her side, propped one leg up upon the other, her left foot on the inside of her right knee. With her legs spread apart like that, I could see how wet she’d become for her mystery lover. She had dropped the hand down that wasn’t massaging the dark shaft in her hand. She patted her pussy gently as if not fully committed to the idea of playing with herself yet.

Suddenly Archer pulled his cock out but continued to thrust forward, his cock sliding up and down Courtney’s cheek. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick it and then started to moan. She was getting turned on just feeling his cock on her skin. The older black man obliged her, dragging his cock all over her face and blindfold.

“My turn,” Archer said as he released her head. He scooped his arms under hers and easily pulled her further up to the bed. Then he started to intently kiss the curve of her neck and slowly descended down her body. He pulled down the cup of her right breast and sucked on her exposed pink nipple, not stopping until my wife sighed with pleasure. Then, still latched onto her tit, he reached up and undid the front clasp of the bra, freeing both of her breasts. They spilled out, jiggling, still maintaining their firmness in her prone position.

Courtney’s hands rested on the top of her rival’s bald head as he descended, his cock leaving a trail of precum down her legs until he hooked his thumbs under her black panties and ripped them off, “Did you wear these for me?” I was focused on Courtney as she moaned “mmm-hmm” in response. I looked down as her lingerie landed at my feet.

Courtney was breathing hard on the bed but didn’t offer any resistance as Archer lowered his head between her legs. I watched him pause and heard him inhale deeply, sampling my wife’s aroused aroma.

My wife’s back arched up and her thighs wrapped around his bald head. His tongue had to be inside of her. Her white hands rested on the back of his shiny black head as his hands snaked up and started groping her breasts. I got lost in focusing on the contrasting tones of their skin on one another. I must have zoned out staring at them and I was snapped back to reality by Courtney about to climax.

“Ah yeah, ah yeah, fuck don’t stop, right there, ah, mmmhmmm, uhhhhh, ahhh” Courtney arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into the back of Archer’s bald head while her thighs seemed to tighten around him like a vise. I was surprised his head didn’t pop like a grape from the pressure. Surprisingly, Archer had moved his hands up under her ass and held her pussy to his face as she came. His head moved as if he were making a full meal of my wife’s pussy, leaving nowhere that his tongue hadn’t been. “Mhmmmmmm god,” Courtney moaned as she seemed to come down from her orgasm.

“That’s my cue,” Archer said, wrestling out of the grip of my wife’s thighs and starting to crawl back up her body. It took me a second to realize what was about to occur. Archer lowered his head and his thick lips met my wife’s as he devoured Courtney’s lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and I could tell she was kissing him back. Sloppy wet, smacking sounds filled the room. I felt myself getting nauseous knowing Courtney was making out with this guy whom she truly loathed. The hard-on in my pants was another matter I didn’t want to think about. But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I moved to the other bed and sat down, watching my wife deeply kiss Archer intimately. All the drinks must have slowed my brain down because it didn’t immediately register to what was about to happen. Suddenly Courtney broke the kiss and made a deep guttural groan I had never heard before, “Arrgghhhhhmmmmmhmmmm.” That’s when I noticed that Archer’s hips were pumping forward. Courtney’s legs came up and wrapped around his hips, her arms holding his dark sweaty back.

Archer was fucking her. He was fucking my wife. Courtney’s hips were rising off the bed to meet Archer’s thrusts. She was fucking him back. Fucking this guy she hated. I felt a ton of shame wash over me but it was quieted by my lust and needed to see this happen. My shame could wait until later.

“Damn baby,” Archer grunted, “You feel so good for me. Keep squeezing me like that girl.” Archer’s hips pulled back and then drove forward, the range of the movement underlining the size of the cock now inside my wife.

“Ahhh mmhmmmm god you feel so fucking good too. So fucking big,” Courtney moaned into his shoulder. “Just don’t cum in me. It’s not a good time.” Her arms were wrapped around him, her left hand cradled the back of his head as he continued to suck on her neck.

Archer leaned into her ear and whispered something. I couldn’t make it out but Courtney moaned in response and her hips started bucking up off the bed faster, frantically milking his cock. A thought occurred to me then. I quickly scanned the room. I didn’t see a condom wrapper anywhere. When I was spacing out and Archer was eating Courtney out did he put one on then? No his hands had been on her breasts, I was staring at them on her white skin. He couldn’t have.

Then it dawned on me. My drunk brain finally put the pieces together. Archer was fucking my wife raw. His naked black cock was embedded deep into her fertile white pussy and she knew and was still fucking him back. I felt the room begin to spin, this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Last time I made sure of that but I fucking forgot this time.

I wanted to stand up and stop there but Courtney’s moans made be paralyzed. “Ahhhh fuck. Shit, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! Ohh. OHHHH!

“I ain’t stopping for nothing,” Archer groaned back. Courtney’s face was pressed into his chest, I could see her tongue darting out and licking him, the same way she knew drove me wild when she did it to me. Her perfectly manicured nails were gripping his black ass, straining to pull him deeper inside of her. Archer was sliding his hard cock into her slow and powerfully, each thrust shaking them both. “I ain’t stopping till I get my nut. Keep squeezing me. I want to hear you moan for me. Huh. Want you to cum for me.”

“Oh fuck,” Courtney moaned back, “Keep going, right there. Don’t you dare stop on me. I’m going to cum for you soon. So good.”

“I plan on fucking you again tomorrow, you got that?” Archer said, looking down at my wife’s blindfold, “I’m going to send you home with a limp once I’m done with you.”

“Fuck, do it,” Courtney grunted. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. She was breathing hard and her hips were rising and falling off the bed quickly. She was trying to get him to fuck her at an increased pace. “Fuck me all weekend. I’m yours. God, I want more of your cock. So fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Cum for me baby, do it,” Archer demanded. “Take me inside. GET. IT!”

Courtney’s body seemed to respond. Her muscles tensed up and she began to wail. “Ahhhh, mmhmmmmmm ooohhh fuck OhhhOOHH. Oh my GOOOOD!”

“Ugh, that’s it, babygirl. Squeeze my cock. You’re gonna make me bust my nut soon.” Archer didn’t even look over at me. He was staring down at Courtney cumming on his cock and looked like a victor taking his prize. He dipped his head down and sloppily kissed her again, lapping his tongue into her open mouth. She returned the kiss with a passion. Seeing them kiss like that felt like a weight dropping on my chest. It was such an intimate and carnal act, something so sensual that it struck me to see it.

Archer abruptly broke the kiss, “Ah fuck, I can feel it. Here it comes. I’m gonna give you all of it.”

“Not in me!” Courtney pleaded, though her hips kept fucking his cock right back, “Ah fuck.”

Archer pulled himself back and out. I saw his large black cock slip out as Courtney’s spuming  pussy released him. He kneeled between her legs and, grabbed Courtney’s handed and placed it on his impressive shaft. She immediately gripped it and began stroking it. Within seconds Archer’s cock exploded, ropes of cum blasting out everywhere. I was taken aback by just how far it travelled and how much cum spewed out. For someone older and out of shape he sure seemed to know what he was doing here.

The first rope of cum shot straight up and landed on Courtney’s face. It splotched the blindfold, then ran across her nose and over her lips and chin. Courtney’s ran her tongue over her lips, tasting Archer’s illicit cum. She moaned as she tasted it. Another string of cum landed on her chest, her hand quickly found it and massaged it into her skin. Archer pulled back from her hand and aimed his cock at her shaved pussy. He shot a blast of cum right at it. I watched as his cum drenched her clit and the outside of her pussy. Courtney involuntarily moaned as she felt his hot cum land on her pussy lips, her body seemed to jolt from a shot of electricity when it landed.

“Ah fuck girl, thats all for you,” Archer knelt there panting. He used two fingers to wipe off the cum on her stomach and then stuck it into her mouth. Courtney moaned around his fingers, lapping up all the cum. When he removed his fingers, they were completely clean.

“Holy fuck,” Courtney just moaned on the bed. She was still kneading her chest, rubbing his cum into her skin. Archer moved himself off the bed but stood directly next to Courtney’s body. He bent down towards her, “Give us a kiss good night.”

His lips pressed hard against hers. Her hand came to rest on the back of his bald head. I saw his scraggly beard press into her cum covered face as they made out like teenagers. Then Archer pulled back. Courtney’s lips searched for his. He stood up and leaned his hips forward, his cock head pressing against her searching lips.

“Mhmmmmmm hello there.” Courtney pursed as her lips opened and took Archer’s cock into it for the second time that night. “Mhmmmmmmmmm.”

“You taste good, don’t ya?” Archer was holding the back of her head and gently thrusting himself into my wife’s mouth. “Your husband didn’t tell me you were such a good cock sucker.”

Courtney pulled her mouth off Archer’s cock. She looked up at him with the blindfold on her face and smiled. “It’s easy when you have a cock like this. How can you not? He didn’t tell me you fucked so good.”

That made Archer look at me with his crooked grin. He lifted up his cock and pressed his balls to my wife’s mouth, “Suck on these for a bit. Use your tongue on ‘em. Get them nuts nice and clean.”

Courtney sloppily licked, kissed and slurped on Archer’s balls. He let go of his cock and let it rest on the side of her face. Courtney was eagerly polishing Archer’s nutsack with her flicking tongue, moaning in appreciation. Her tongue left his balls and slid up his cock until the head disappeared into her mouth.

“Keep going,” Archer grunted, thrusting his hips forward. “I’m gonna cum again.”

Courtney didn’t respond, she just kept stroking and sucking on Archer’s cock. After a few minutes, Archer grunted and Courtney held still. I saw her throat swallow a couple of times, taking Archer’s load of cum into her. He smirked down at her and said scoldingly, “I told you that you were gonna take my cum in you tonight.” He was waving a finger at her reproachfully, but only I could see it.

Courtney opened her mouth and lay back on the bed. A string of saliva connected her lips and Archer’s cock for a second before it broke. Courtney laid back with her hands on her face, “That was so good. Delicious.”

Archer was quickly getting dressed. “Just you wait til you see what I got planned for you tomorrow night.”

Before she could respond, Archer finished getting dressed and darted out the door. I sat there staring at Courtney, wondering what I had just done. I couldn’t believe I had allowed her to be taken by her professional colleague. What I couldn’t believe more was how much she loved it. After a few minutes of sitting there I cleared my throat to let Courtney know I was there. When she didn’t respond, I said, “Courtney? You okay?”

I nervously stood up and went around the side of the bed to look at my wife. She was breathing but she wasn’t moving. I slid the blindfold off her head. Her eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep. Exhausted from Archer’s fucking.

I decided not to bother her and let her sleep it off. The booze was starting to make me tired anyway. I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas. After making sure the door was locked and bolted, I slid into the other bed and let sleep take me.

Images of Courtney fucking Archer dominated my mind. I couldn’t get them out. The sounds she made, the way her body reacted to his. That shit-eating crooked grin on his face. The last thought I had before drifting off was wondering whether or not Archer had left our room key on the dresser before leaving. I couldn’t remember seeing it.