Detestable Liasons

When Courtney realized I wasn't able to muster a response, she sauntered up to me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips before turning and walking to the bed. I watched how amazing those panties made her ass look as she bent over and picked up the blindfold lying on the bed. She secured it tightly over her eyes and moved up onto the bed, laying her head down on the pillows.

"I'm ready," she whispered in a husky voice.

"Okay," I breathed trying to settle myself, "Okay, I'm going down now. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

I was out of the room and down the hallway in a flash. I only collided with the walls a couple of times before I made it to the elevator and punched the lobby button. It seemed to take forever but when the elevator doors opened I strode out into the lobby and looked around for Roger.

I didn't see him anywhere. I ducked my head into the bar, but I didn't see him there either. It looked even less populated than it had a few minutes ago. I headed outside to see if maybe he was waiting out there. Nothing.

I checked my phone and my heart immediately sank. It was a message from Roger saying that something had come up at the last minute and that he was sorry. He added that he'd love another chance if we were still going to be in town tomorrow.

I couldn't believe it. I was on the verge of having my fantasy fulfilled and this guy had just ghosted us. I ran through my options to try to figure out how to salvage this. I could go up and pretend to be a stranger and see how Courtney would react. Maybe I could find someone on Tinder or another service. But they probably wouldn't be able to get here in time, especially since Court was waiting upstairs.

I checked my watch, it was closing in on 10 pm. In a last desperate attempt, I headed back inside the bar. I glanced around to see if anyone there might fit the bill. The only person not in a group of some kind was the guy that had been checking Courtney out earlier.

I walked over to him and awkwardly started a conversation.

"Uh," I stammered, "Hey, I was in here earlier with my wife. The blonde by the bar. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second? Could I sit?"

I got a much better look at this man this time. He looked like he was probably ten or fifteen years older than Courtney and me. He had a dark complexion, and his head was shaved but he kept a scraggly beard on his face. He probably had a good 30 pounds on me and it didn't look like muscle. He wore loose-fitting clothing, likely trying to conceal how he had let himself go underneath.

"Sure," he said, seeming amused. He smiled, revealing a crooked set of teeth, "What's up?"

"Err," I tried to figure out the words. It was weird enough texting a stranger about sleeping with my wife, but it was another thing to actually talk to someone about it. "I'm not even sure how to say this so I'm just going to lay it out. So my wife and I were going to meet up with someone else tonight but he just cancelled. He and she were going to...ya know, uh, get together in our hotel room."

The man stared at me while I flailed, trying to find the right words. "I saw you checking her out earlier and I wanted to come over and see whether you might be up for, uh, taking his place."

The man's eyes lit up but he tried to keep a calm demeanor, "Are you asking me if I want to fuck your wife?"

I cringed at hearing him say it so crudely, especially in such a public setting. I looked around, hoping no one was listening. "Yes, exactly."

"And what would you be doing, while this is happening?" He asked.

"I'm going to be watching. She's blindfolded, so I'll be there to watch and make sure nothing happens," I responded.

"And jerking off, I assume?" The man asked bluntly.

After a few seconds of silence, I met his eyes, "Probably. So she's upstairs right now. I have a box of condoms. What do you say?"

He tried to play it cool but his eagerness was betraying him. I knew I had him.

"I'm in," he said, taking a long pull from his drink that finished it off. He laid some bills on the table in front of him. "Let's go."

We rode up the elevator in silence. Finally, it dawned on me that I didn't know his name.

"Hey, I'm Harry, what's your name?" I asked.

"Everyone calls me Archer," he said, turning back to watch the elevator screen.

"So just to be clear here," I paused trying to find the right words, "You're going to have to wear a condom. That's not negotiable. This is our first time doing something like this, so we're not really wanting anything too out there or extra. Got it?"

Archer nodded in the affirmative.

We progressed down the hallway without another word. I let us into the room and my jaw dropped seeing Courtney lying there in her bra and panties. My cock immediately got hard knowing another man, a stranger, was feasting on this sight as well.

The door swung silently shut behind Archer. We stood there awkwardly for a second. I didn't really know what to do at this point, whether I should introduce them or give him permission to go and join her. He only waited a few seconds before taking the initiative himself. He quickly peeled off his clothes until he was completely naked and strode over to the bed where my wife lay waiting.

I was a little taken aback by what I was seeing. This black gentleman, who was easily a decade or more older than my beautiful wife, was making his way over to where she lay in just her lingerie. His arms and legs looked lanky but he kept a lot of weight around his midsection and torso. He had a bit of peach fuzz hair on his chest and shoulders. Dangling between his legs was the biggest set of balls I'd ever seen. His cock was hardening with each step he took. I gulped realizing that my faithful wife was about to experience a much bigger cock than my own. It was then that I wondered if Roger would have been as similarly endowed.

Courtney was breathing hard as Archer got onto the bed with her. He smiled as he bent his head towards her and pressed his lips into hers. She was taken aback and put her hand lightly on his chest.

Archer pushed forward, his tongue snaking into my wife's mouth as his hand began to roam over her body. He took my wife's hand off his chest and lowered it down onto his hard cock.

Courtney's hand didn't immediately close around it, so Archer pushed down on her fingers until she was gripping it. He held her hand in place there as he started to gently thrust into it. I watched as Courtney started to stroke Archer's dark cock on her own. He resumed running his hands all over her body, grabbing handfuls of her ass and breasts while his tongue continued to explore my wife's mouth.

He undid her bra with one hand and pulled it off her body. Her magnificent breasts were exposed to this stranger who lowered his head and began licking them all over. One of her hands rested on the back of his bald head while the other was still stroking his cock. I could tell Courtney was turned on, her knees were moving against each other and she was breathing quickly.

Archer seemed to notice too. He reached down and began to lower her panties. Courtney took the hint and let go of his cock and pushed them down the rest of the way. I was expecting Archer to use his fingers to play with her pussy but he immediately shifted his weight and got on top of my wife. He started running his bare cock up and down against Courtney's glistening pussy.

I scrambled from where I was standing and ripped open the box of condoms. He saw the flurry of activity from me and I was surprised to see that he waited. I passed him a condom and he tore it open and slipped it onto his cock. Courtney's hips rose off the bed, looking for contact.

After Archer secured the condom, he wasted no time. He lined up his cock with my wife's faithful pussy and started to push himself in.

"Uh," Courtney grunted as Archer started to work his shaft into her. "Uh."

A shocked expression appeared on her face. It was replaced by a second of discomfort and then I heard a sharp intake of breath. It was then that I knew that my wife was realizing that her mystery man had a much different cock than me.

Archer slowly pushed himself in, intensely gazing at the expression on Courtney's face. He took his time, until he was buried to the hilt. He slowly withdrew his cock before slowly pushing back into her.

"Oh, mhmmmm," Courtney moaned. Her discomfort was replaced by pleasure, "Mmmmmmm."

Archer grinned and he dropped his full weight onto my wife. Her legs wrapped around this stranger's waist as he pushed as far into her as he could.

I quickly got naked myself and started stroking my cock, watching from the side of the bed as this stranger took my wife.

Archer was like a man on a mission, aside from his breathing he stayed silent which I found odd.

Courtney was anything but. As Archer fucked her she kept moaning, "Um, oh, mmmmmmm, fuck."

Archer reached under my wife and grabbed a handful of the hair at the base of her neck into a fist. His other hand reached under Courtney and forcefully grabbed one of her ass cheeks, lifting it off the bed. Courtney immediately responded to the moves.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned into Archer's shoulder. "Fuck, right there. Right there. Don't stop. Mmmmmm."

He didn't stop. He kept fucking her like this until she finally came.

"Oh fuck! Fuuuu," Courtney moaned, throwing her head back as she came. Archer's tongue immediately descended onto her neck. Courtney's manicured nails gripped his dark biceps, her legs unraveled from his hips, pointing into the air as her toes curled.

This was all too much for me. Seeing my previously faithful wife lying underneath someone else, cumming on their cock, sent me into overdrive. I watched as her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. Stroking myself and seeing that sent me over the edge, I came, shooting a string of cum onto the comforter.

"Mmmmmmm, fuck," Courtney moaned as she came down from her orgasm. Archer held her in the same position and started to increase his pace with urgency. It only now dawned on me that he was lifting her ass up so his cock could angle up and push against her g-spot.

He kept the rapid pace as he fucked my wife. He was getting close himself. His previously stoic demeanor was replaced with grunts as he kept hammering Courtney's pussy.

She could tell he was close too. Her body was responding with abandon, her hips thrusting up to meet his cock, her arms were gripping his biceps, waiting for him to cum, "Mmmmmmm, don't stop. Mmmmmmmm. So close. So close. God, fuck me. Ugh. Ugh. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"

Courtney came again just as Archer bottomed out. He pushed one final time into my wife and a guttural groan of triumph that sounded almost like a roar bellowed out from him. Courtney's legs were wrapped around him, holding him in place as he fired his cum into the condom.

I stood there paralyzed, watching the scene unfold before me. With my balls now emptied, a feeling of jealousy washed over me.

Archer dropped his head and kissed my wife hard. This time she responded immediately, I saw her tongue dart into his mouth and reciprocate. Seeing her respond to his kiss felt like a knife in my heart. I wasn't prepared to see her respond so intimately to this man. This man she didn't even know. When we first started dating, it took me a couple of weeks to build up to our first kiss.

Eventually, Courtney's legs relaxed and fell to the bed. Archer pulled himself from my wife's tight body; as he did, it looked like she went limp. He looked down at his condom-clad cock covered in her juices and smiled. Archer grabbed the condom by its base and removed it from his cock. A large deposit of cum filled the condom.

He moved up the bed until he was right next to Courtney's torso. He bent down and gave her a hard kiss again which she sleepily responded to. It seemed like Archer had fucked Courtney into submission.

As Archer's tongue pulled back from her lips, I swear I saw her tongue briefly searching for his. Archer let her go and Courtney fell back onto the bed with the blindfold still intact.

Archer quickly got off the bed and got dressed. I just stood there naked watching what he was doing, thinking it was a little odd how quickly he left. He probably could have had round two if he stuck around.

Instead, he got fully dressed and headed for the door. He turned, looking at me and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a tacky aluminum business card and handed it to me. In my aroused and alcohol-fueled state, I noticed it said his name on it.

"For next time," he gestured to my wife, smiling. Then he snatched her discarded panties up off the floor, turned on his heel and left our room, closing the door behind him.

I absentmindedly threw his business card into the tote bag filled with all the other cards and swag I that I had collected at the conference. Then I moved to the bed, ready to try and fuck my wife. I was disappointed to find that in the brief time it had taken Archer to leave, she had fallen asleep. She lay there with one of the blankets covering her, peacefully breathing.

I dimmed the lights, removed her blindfold and lay down next to her. It dawned on me that the sheets were messed up and I was lying in the bed where my wife had just gotten fucked by a stranger.

Eventually, I fell asleep after jerking off again.

***

We left late the following day, Courtney had slept in.

As I drove back down the interstate, Courtney was riffling through the tote bag looking at all of the swag and business cards I had picked up. She put on a trucker hat with an obnoxious company logo. "How do I look?"

"Not half as good as you did last night," I smiled, thinking back to how wild things had gotten.

"I must have looked pretty good," she smiled back at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

"The man you brought up seemed very enthusiastic," she said, as she bit her lip, pressed her fingers together and slowly moved them apart until the space between them was about the size of the man's cock. "I couldn't find my panties this morning. I think he took them as a trophy. Did you enjoy the show?"

"God," I replied. "You were so sexy, it was incredible watching you. I couldn't believe how much you let yourself go. I loved it. You were amazing. I was hoping to get a chance to experience that new outfit you bought myself but somebody fell asleep on me."

"Sorry," she said playfully, "I planned to have you make love to me afterwards, but I just passed out. The mystery man you brought to me wiped me out."

She looked at me with that sexy mischievous look that drives me wild, "I guess some stranger got your wife all to himself on your birthday, now didn't they."

Hearing those words from her mouth made me rock hard. "God, you are so bad. I can't believe you still did that."

"It was all for you, birthday boy," she winked at me and continued rummaging through the swag in the bag. "Though I'm not going to lie, I did enjoy myself. Multiple times in fact. He was just so -- what is this?"

She pulled out the man's tacky aluminum business card from the night before and had a disgusted look on her face. "Ugh, honey, you didn't go to the Lincoln Group's booth did you?"

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to feign ignorance. That company didn't ring any bells, "Who? I got that card from --"

"The Lincoln Group," she stuffed the business card back in the tote and threw the bag in the backseat. "They are the assholes who keep doing all those shady things and talking shit about us to try to steal our clients or ruin our reputation in the market. We beat them every time and have taken a ton of customers from them. But it's just exhausting having to deal with them. That card you have is from their top sales guy, Jack Archer."

She visibly squirmed in her seat. "Ugh, just saying his name gives me the heeby jeebies. I hope you washed your hands after you visited their booth, that guy's a major sleazeball."

"Anyways," she said changing the subject, "Sorry about that. Back to last night. You enjoyed yourself?"

"I did," I breathed, connecting the dots with who I had let fuck my wife last night.

She smiled coyly, "Do you think my mystery man enjoyed himself?"

I looked at her in disbelief. "Yeah, of course. I mean, you saw, well I guess you didn't see, but how things ended last night. Courtney, about him, he is --"

She held a finger up seductively to my lips. "I told you, Harry, I don't care who it was. I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything about them. I did this for you. Got it?"

I nodded, "Are you sure you don't --"

"Nothing, Harry," she said as she stretched out in her seat. "I'd like to remember them as my mystery man. I don't want any details ruining that for me."

"Mystery man he will stay then," I stared ahead at the road as we drove on towards our home.