Wife's impetuous decision leads to a salacious encounter w/ colleages

The 1st text came in early that afternoon:

14:37 "Hi love! Heading to the airport. Are you going to be home when I arrive?"

14:38 "Of course :) About seven?"

14:40 "Yep. And also, I have a little surprise for you ;)"

14:42 "Better than last night's?"

14:43 "Hmm... You'll see. Also, I would like it very much if you could be waiting for me on the couch with your eyes closed when I arrive"

Well, THIS was certainly a new twist. A happy one though, as it likely confirmed that her surprise would be the one that I was very much looking forward to. She had, after all, been gone for several days, and I was feeling quite, well, ‘eager'.

14:45 "Anything for you, darling"

The next few hours passed at an annoyingly slow pace. I checked the flight online a few times to confirm that it was still on time. Finally, a few minutes after it had landed, the next message came.

17:54 "Landed safely. We are taxiing now. I'll be headed home shortly - see you in an hour!"

Looking for something to do to pass the time, I had just begun to straighten up a bit when the phone buzzed again:

18:17 "Actually, running an errand real quick. Just a brief delay."

18:19 "Uh, everything OK?"

18:25 "Everything is fine. See you closer to 8 (?)"

18:25 "OK, but hurry up with my surprise!"

18:26 "The longer you wait, the more you'll enjoy it! *)"

I wasn't so sure that I agreed with that last part, especially since it was actually after 9 when I finally heard the wheels hit the gravel. The delay hadn't exactly put me in a better mood, but it had certainly ramped up the horniness level by few degrees. So I waited, eyes closed, just as she had requested. A minute later, the door creaked open.

"Eyes closed?"

"Of course. And hello to you too, dear."

"Hello, my love! OK, wait one second." I heard her scamper down the hall. Returning shortly, she whispered in my ear "Don't open them yet". She gently kissed me, and I eagerly kissed her back. I reached out, taking her by the hips, and pulled her in tight. I had just starting to let my hands roam a bit when she reached down, clasped them both in hers, and brought them together in between us. The next sensation was unexpected - the feeling of something soft wrapping around my wrists. Sensing my surprise, she repeated, firmly "Don't open your eyes yet!" A second later, my wrists were bound. "Now have a seat, my love". The whisper in my ear was accompanied by a firm nudge to the chest, which caught me off-balance and ensured compliance. As I fell back into the couch, she withdrew. Some seconds later, she again spoke:

"OK, you can open them now"

I did so, and saw standing before me my stunning wife, in one of my all-time favorite outfits: Black business jacket, matching skirt, sheer black stockings, 3" strappy heels. What was most notable though, was the rather unusual (for her) choice of makeup: Deep, red lip gloss, matching red nail polish, and finally, my favorite: Bright blue eyeshadow, perfectly accentuating her beautiful blue eyes. I was so taken aback, I almost overlooked the rather ample cleavage peeking out for the deep-V created by the suit lapels - cleavage that was not covered by any blouse.

By this time, I knew of course, what she was wearing under the suit. After all, I had packed it in her luggage myself, without telling her.

"So, big boy. You like?"

"Mmm, yes. VERY much. I don't suppose I could see just a bit more of what you're hiding underneath, could I?"

She smiled. "I will reveal all, in good time." Then she stood over me and leaned in, nuzzled my neck, and whispered "Just like I did a few hours ago". Before I could ask about this rather cryptic comment, she kissed me hard on the lips. As she pulled back, she gazed lovingly at me, then commanded "No talking, just listen." She leaned in again and her tongue traced the edge of my earlobe, as she reached back with one hand to hike up the edge of her skirt. Slowly, slowly she slipped from her half-standing position to kneel in front of me, her kisses leaving a trail of lipstick across my chest, then down the front of my pants. Reaching my crotch, she slowly sat back and brought her hands to my belt, as she continued:

"So I found some interesting items in my luggage when I arrived at the hotel the other day. I have NO IDEA how they might have gotten there, but I figured, well, it seems such a waste to have carried these all this way and not wear them at least once. And since I didn't really have time to change between this morning's conference and my flight, I simply had no choice other than to wear them under my suit all day." As she said this, the buckle came undone, and she was working on the buttons of my jeans, one by one.

"The conference was uneventful. My colleague Dave was there, of course. And he was flirting with my like crazy again, of course." She smiled as she sad this: Dave had figured very prominently in our ‘Date Night' phone call the previous evening. "Unsurprisingly, he seemed to very much like my choice of attire for the day." A second jeans button came undone. "So much so, that he complimented me on it more than once." A third button. "In fact, his enthusiasm was quite, shall we say, ‘obvious' to me throughout our cab ride to the airport." The last of the buttons undone, she was gradually sliding the jeans off of me now, both hands pulling from the sides down. This brought her head forward and her red lips so close, that I could feel her hot breath through the fabric of my boxers. "As is yours, I see". She chuckled, then looked up quickly "Oh, did I forget to mention that Dave and I were on the same flight?"

I was desperate now to feel her touch me, kiss me, ANY sort of physical contact at that point, but instead she just winked, then smiling, stood back up.

"So, since I was quite enjoying his company, Dave and I had a drink (or two) and chatted on the flight home. Mostly about work, and to his credit he was actually trying to be polite and friendly, but his eyes were all over me. At one point, as the effects of the second cocktail set in, I was feeling entirely too relaxed when I noticed his gaze became fixated on something: Following his line of sight, I looked down to find that my skirt had slid up enough to reveal the lacy tops of my thigh-highs. I'm sure I must have turned beet-red: I felt blood rushing to my face, and, well, some other places also. Dave quickly excused himself and said he had to use the bathroom, leaving to give me time to recompose myself. But much to his surprise, he found that when he returned, the position of my skirt and stockings was entirely unchanged."

She stood before me, gently swaying to some unheard music, her hands pulling the hem of her skirt skyward a few inches more to reveal the tops of the lace thigh-highs, replicating the view Dave would have received, as she continued:

"By this time, the flight had nearly ended, and we both straightened ourselves for the landing. As we disembarked, I asked him where he was heading. He told me he was unable to get a connecting flight out until the next day, and was heading to the hotel. As we walked through the airport, I said my goodbyes and turned to the parking garage exit, when he unexpectedly grabbed my hand: ‘I'm heading to the hotel bar, care to have a drink with me?' Shocked (and flattered), I demurred, wished him a good flight, and headed out. I made a quick pit stop at the rest room, so I could apply the lipstick and eyeshadow that you so dearly, dearly love (I wasn't going to wear THAT in the conference, lol), then I was on my way to my car and home to you. At least, that was my intention. As I was driving from the airport, I saw the Ramada sign. I have no idea why, but I found myself switching lands and pulling off the exit. 2 minutes later, I was in the parking lot. I wasn't exactly sure what had changed, but I decided to just go in, have a quick drink with Dave, then had straight home."

Her voice dropped, and a sly smile graced her lips, as she muttered, almost inaudibly "That's not what happened, though". Her skirt was now hiked up well past her nylons, and she was undoing the buttons on the jacket, revealing the fullness of her cleavage, perfectly accentuated by the blue shelf bra. Her nipples were juuuuuust about visible, and my erection was becoming almost painful, as she continued:

"I entered the bar and scanned the room, looking for Dave. He saw me first, and was up off of his barstool in a flash, moving through the crowd towards me, a great big smile plastered across his face. ‘You made it!' He exclaimed as he reached me. He embraced me in a way that felt almost shockingly familiar. My conscious mind and body had decidedly dissimilar reactions to this. For the moment, my body was winning. ‘Fancy a drink?' he asked as he took my hand and we made our way towards the bar. ‘Wine' I responded. Then quickly added ‘...and someplace more private.' This brought him to a stop for just a fraction of a second: though he was facing away from me, I could see this had caused a certain "reaction", and smiled a bit to myself. Stopping briefly at the bar, he ordered my wine, grabbed his own drink, and we headed to an empty booth in the back corner. So we sat there, sipping out drinks and chatting about nothing in particular for maybe 15 minutes. As some point I felt his leg touch mine, and there it stayed, rubbing ever so softly against me as we spoke. We both could have moved, of course, but neither of us did. Then finally, his hand reached my knee. I froze, staring straight at him, but alert only to the familiar tingling sensation that shot through me at the feel of his touch. Sensing no resistance, his hand began to creep quite purposefully northward. As it passed the tops of the stockings and found bare skin, I placed my hand over his. This was the moment of truth - make my apologies and head home to tease, strip, and seduce you as originally planned, or.......this. Our eyes locked, as the moment hung there. Then, for some reason, in that fraction of a second, some part of me decided that you might enjoy a second surprise even better than the 1st one that I had originally planned."

She turned sideways and extended her left arm towards me. After a second, I understood her unspoken request, reached up with both my (still-tied) hands, and grabbed the edge of her sleeve. She turned, executing a 360-degree pirouette that mostly freed her from the garment, and let it fall. Her fingers began exploring the wonderful curves of her body as she continued:

"Without a word, I removed his hand. A look of disappointment crept across his face, until he noticed I hadn't let go. As I stood up, I kept his hand firmly in my grip, and led him out of the bar. We walked silently down the hall and into the open elevator. As the doors closed behind us, I started to turn towards him, but before I could, he had pressed his body firmly against mine, pinning me against the back wall. His lips were grazing the back of my neck, eagerly kissing up from my shoulder towards my ear, as his hands roamed. One hand was under my skirt, massaging my inner thigh, and the other trying desperately to find its way inside my silk blouse. I gasped at the sensations that were coursing through my body. As I finally managed to turn towards him, he kissed me deeply. I pressed into him and kissed him back as the doors opened. His room was the 1st on the right. As soon as we were inside, he was kissing my neck again, his hand roaming. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled him back, looked him in the eyes, and said ‘You can't fuck me'. He looked stunned and unsure, and I can't say that I didn't enjoy seeing him knocked off center just a bit, so I let him squirm for just a second, before leaning back into him. I kissed him on the lips, then the neck, then softly sucked his earlobe (he seems to enjoy that as much as you), before whispering ‘You can't fuck me, but you MUST cum in my mouth'.

With that, I shoved him back onto the bead, turned and went into the rest room. In a few minutes I had touched up my makeup and removed my silk blouse, skirt and panties. I opened the door and walked back out in my bra, stockings, heels - all barely covered by my business jacket - and nothing else."

The skirt was the next (and last) to go. Stepping out of it as it hit the floor, she laid back in the recliner facing the couch. For the next several minutes, as she described her activities from a few hours ago in excruciating detail, she began demonstrating them for me as well:

"He stood up and came towards me, but I shoved him back onto the bed again, and informed him that, if he wanted this evening to progress any further, he would do exactly as instructed. I walked over to the seat facing the bed, laid back, and casually undid the jacket buttons. I asked him to please begin to undress for me, and as he did, I began to explore my own body. My hands were massaging my breasts now, as his shirt came off. I grabbed each in turn, pulled them up and sucked on each nipple as his hands went to his belt. Still sucking, I let the fingers of one hand dip lower as he undid the pants. Then finally, the tips of my fingers found and began to explore my wetness just as his cock was revealed to me. ‘Mmm, that's a good boy' I purred, ‘you can touch yourself now". Sitting back on the bed, fully naked, his entire existence fixated on the lustful feelings he had for me at that moment, he slowly began to stroke himself, as my pleasure began to build. For a few minutes, we masturbated together, the sights and sounds of our carnal desires intermingling and building upon each other. I could feel myself growing closer now, and I croaked, between moans ‘Your mouth. Now. Please!' In less than a heartbeat, he was off the bed and between my legs. His kisses started on my inner thighs, and began working their way inexorably towards their target. My hands slipped aside just as his tongue found my clit, when we were both suddenly jolted from our reverie. His damn phone was ringing on the end table right next to us. ‘Oh crap', he exclaimed. ‘I forgot about Wayne'. I stared at him, dumbfounded and asked, ‘what the hell does that mean?' He replied: ‘It's my colleague, I was supposed to meet him for dinner.' So now I was obviously confronted with a certain range of emotions, frustration not the least of them. I was stunned at this change of events, but mostly, having been brought up a hairs-breath short of what had been building to an incredible orgasm, I was just incredibly horny. Honestly, dear, that is the only explanation I have for what I did next..."

As she had been mimicking the main elements of the story, she was now deep in the throes of her own pleasure. I was sure she would stop talking any second to indulge her own orgasm, but she held off. I asked her what she had done, and after an agonizingly-long pause, she continued:

"I took the phone, clicked the answer button, and said ‘Hi Wayne! If you get here in the next 5 minutes, you can have what Dave is having. Room 501'. I then dropped the phone - without hanging up. Dave looked at me in stunned silence, but I merely grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him back down. He immediately picked up where he had left off, and within a few minutes, he was giving me a well-earned (if delayed) orgasm. I felt it wash over me, the warmth spreading throughout my whole body in waves, again and again. After a time, as it slowly faded, I became aware that I had been moaning quite loudly. I suspect that Wayne had been listening to this all transpire on the other end of the line, because it was maybe two minutes after my orgasm (at most) when we heard the knock on the door. His work done for the moment, Dave had returned to the bed, where he was languidly rubbing his cock as he stared at me, a huge smile on his face. At the knock he had started for the door, but as I had mostly come back to earth again, I motioned for him to lay back down, and stood up to answer it myself. I swing the door wide and stood in full view of Wayne (and the entire hallway): full makeup, shelf bra, stockings all askew, and nothing else. Wayne gaped at the sight of me. I had seen him hanging out with Dave earlier at the conference: he was definitely the cute-but-shy type, and we had spoken little. ‘Like what you see?' I grinned, as he stammered a bit, trying to think of the right thing to say, until I finally just grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind. ‘Dave just finished giving me an incredible orgasm - it's your turn now'. I kissed him and started at the buttons of his shirt, as Dave sat silently on the bed and watched. Wayne said nothing, seemingly afraid to blow his chance, but I quickly had him down to his boxers, then reached in and grabbed his thickness. I leaned in and sucked his ear as well, and he seemed to melt a little (does every guy love this, and I'm just finding out now?) I then whispered ‘So here are the rules - you cannot fuck me, but if you can make me cum, I will happily return the favor'. We stood kissing and fondling each other for a few minutes, but shortly I was laying back on the bed, and he was between my legs, as Dave had been before. It took a bit longer this time, but with Dave kissing me deeply and suckling my breasts as Wayne very carefully and gently administered to my nether-regions, I once again felt the heat, and the blood rushing, and the uncontrollable shaking. This one was less intense, but lasted longer, and I drifted off, lingering in the after-bliss for an untold amount of time."

With this, she finally gave in, and I could see her face flush, and her chest heave, as she indulged herself in what was her 3rd (?) orgasm of the evening. As in the story, she took a few minutes to recover, than FINALLY decided to turn her attention back to me. She slinked off the chair and crawled towards me on all fours, a devilish look I her eye. When she finally reached me, her hands gently pushed my still-bound hands out of my lap, and she wrapped her deep-red fingernails around the base of my long suffering cock. Her tongue flicked at the tip, and she toyed with me for a few minutes before finally allowing my poor, aching member to part her equally red lips. For the next couple of minutes, she alternated between pleasuring me and continued her story:

"I was in front of them both now, kneeling, the fingers of each hand wrapped around one of their cocks. ‘It's your turn boys', I said, and both of them reached down to caress me at the same time. I took Dave's hand (he was 1st, after all), and placed it on the back of my head. He obviously wasn't in the mood for teasing, and he pulled me forward. I wrapped my red lips around him, and sucked HARD. He moaned, and pushed for me to go deeper. Instead, I pulled back, and turned instead to our other guest, repeating the same hard sucking. I alternated back and forth, over and over again, looking up and locking eyes with each of them on their turn. Finally after several minutes of this, as I was getting just a bit tired, I offered them some encouragement: ‘So one final rule boys - you must both make me swallow every last, delicious drop'. I then plunged down deep, 1st on Dave, then Wayne, then back again, using my tongue, my lips, my throat, to please them. Dave was the 1st - I heard him utter the unmistakable ‘Oh, god. Oh, god...' so I wrapped my lips tightly as he surged, and true to my word, made sure I took every bit of his cum in my mouth. But I didn't swallow (yet). Instead, I looked up, opened my mouth to show him that I still had it all, then brought his hand around from the back of my neck and placed his fingers against the front of my throat, letting him feel me swallow it all. The sight of this was obviously too much for Wayne, who then exploded with considerably less warning than his partner. The 1st spurt splashed across my face, but I quickly got him in my mouth as well and took the rest of it, repeating the same actions as before."

I was just about to explode now, when she winked as me and said "And now, darling, you are going to make me take my THIRD load of the day". And with that, I came as hard as I ever have, surging over and over, hearing the sucking noises, as she swallowed again, and again, and again.

I drifted off, enjoying the afterglow, as she undid my bindings and climbed onto the couch to snuggle next to me.

"So, did you enjoy your little birthday surprise?"

I smiled and kissed her. "That was incredible, my love."

"There is one little hitch though"

"What's that?"

"Well, at some point, I'll just have to go retrieve my blouse and panties".