"Darling, I'm just going to run to the ladies’ room."
"But," Winston stammered, "but you'll miss my speech."
"I've heard it, remember?" Andrea said with a smile, collecting her clutch purse and pushing back from the table. I can almost recite it myself, she thought, recalling the hours they’d spent together rehearsing, writing and making changes. Forty minutes, she thought as she recalled the memory of those evenings. It warmed her inside and she smiled as she stood, straightened her dress and leaned over his shoulder to whisper into his ear, "Don't worry, you'll be great." She pecked his cheek and stepped from the table as the man onstage finished praising Winston’s accomplishments and announced his name and the mannequin crowd delivered a smattering of polite applause.
As she wormed her way to the doors, she heard the introduction end. The crowd applauded harder, some rising to their feet at their tables to laud Winston's achievements, hiding their jealousy and resentment. He had done well in the years since his promotion, and his success had changed their lives, eliminating the struggle for income and leaving them more time to be together. She recalled the early years when she'd tried to avoid these annual meetings. Five years ago that had all changed, when Winston had been promoted.
Her sacrifice had been oh, so worth it! Now she looked forward to these events. She glanced at her watch as she slipped out the hall door and made her way past the ladies' room to the elevators.
She pushed the call button and mercifully the elevator opened immediately. Stepping inside and pressing the five, she trembled slightly, feeling the tingle in her pussy and ass begin in earnest. As the doors slid closed and the car rose, she quickly reached under her dress to remove her panties, the scent of her excitement obvious along with the wet spots in her crotch. Leaking already, she smirked, feeling the juices cool on her lips and the slick sensation of the lube she'd squirted inside her ass.
The car stopped, dinged, and opened. She paused to check the room number they had texted. Five-nineteen. She typed a quick message back.
I AM HERE NOW
Checking the floor sign, she made a left and headed for the room, butterflies fluttering madly inside her belly. A year since the last one. God, I’ve missed it! The junior members of the Executive Board, Thomas Kincaid and Lyle Dunbar, had proposed the deal six years ago at this annual dinner, and the following year, they'd made good on their promise, assisting Winston in his climb to promotion. And five years ago she'd first kept her end of the bargain, meeting them in a room upstairs, her first time with someone other than Winston since they were married. Memories of that night and every subsequent annual meeting rushed through her as she reached the propped open door.
She let it lock behind her, slipped off her dress and bra and draped them on the chair. Checking herself in the hall mirror, she stood naked but for her choker, heels and thigh-high stockings. After an unnecessary adjustment to her hair she dropped to her knees and crawled to the bedroom, remembering how afraid she'd been that first time. Now she grinned, trembling with eager anticipation. She kept her head down until she reached two sets of bare male feet.
At last!
She kissed each foot once, then stroked and pecked her way up bare legs, switching from one to the other, from man to man. Reaching the bottom of a robe, she parted it, nuzzling a thigh, inhaling and licking, then switching, repeating, hungry for what they had for her. She felt a hand on her head and inhaled cologne and man scent, and then her nose was buried in a warm, full scrotum, her tongue flicking and caressing the juicy globes. Switching, she opened and took the head into her mouth. This one was Lyle, she knew. His cock was bigger. She sucked it deep, heady thrills making her dizzy as the shaft hardened in her mouth, the bulb pushing deep. She slobbered and drooled and relished the sensation, loving his big cock before switching back to Thomas. Back and forth, stroking and sucking and worshipping their cocks and balls and power, her pussy leaking down her thighs, ass clenching in anticipation. Robes fell to the floor.
A hand reached down and she took it, pulling herself up and falling into Thomas, pressing her naked body to his, feeling his chest on her tits, nipples firm and aching.