In the weeks following the conference that my wife worked at in our home town, our sex life moved up another notch. It was pretty high before, with fantasies woven around my Cousin Karl in our early marriage. We later moved this on to the thought of my wife picking up a hung guy to have sex with when I wasn't there. I could not resist turning up to watch my wife at work at her first conference. I met a guy called Dick, suitably named. Posing as Cousin Karl, Dick and I took turns on my wife in her room until the small hours. Dick thought I was Cousin Karl.
My wife and I worked close enough to each other in the city to meet for lunch, although we had not since she started work at her new job. The one where she worked at conferences. A week after the conference finished, I decided to meet her for lunch and texted her that I would pick her up in her reception, but as Cousin Karl. It turned out at her work that Karl already had a reputation. In the hotel, the rooms on both sides were occupied by male colleagues, and they were kept up until three am by her loud orgasms.
My wife and I knew that it was Dick who had made her scream out so much, but Cousin Karl was seen with her, and he got all the credit. As I arrived at the reception, the girl behind the desk started to flirt with me as soon as Karl's name was mentioned. It was pretty enjoyable to spend ten minutes waiting for my wife to be told I could look her up if I had some spare time. On the one hand, I was tempted, but I was also aware that I could not provide the sexual satisfaction that Dick or the real Cousin Karl would, and it was better to be mysterious.
If you are both very horny, it is pretty easy, even in a busy city, to find somewhere for a quickie. Her office block had a disabled toilet on each floor by the lifts, easy to slip into without notice. We had a quick sandwich and a coffee in a place nearby. One where a number of her colleagues went as well. I was introduced to several of them as Cousin Karl, making sure they knew that my wife was open to an affair but was taken at the moment. On our return, we slipped into the toilet and with her grabbing hold of the sink, I slipped my cock into her soaking pussy for a nice mutual orgasm.
We made it a regular Wednesday thing on the weeks when there was no conference. Lots of her fellow male and female workers recognised me as Karl, so if I ever went to another conference, it would not be a problem to join her. Spouses, apart from the big boss, were not welcome at conferences because of the open sexual nature of their interaction with the buyers and customers they were servicing. I even managed to get invited to their staff Christmas party as pretty much the only non-employee.
That was in the future, though. Next week, another conference was only a hundred miles away, and we decided I would attend it again. I generally worked from home on Fridays, and my wife arranged for us to stay in the room for one night longer. The hotel often did this as a freebie. So, after work on Thursday night, I got in the car and drove quickly up to the hotel. I brought along my tuxedo and went to the room to change. I had arranged with Dick on my burner phone to save me a spare space at the dinner.
However, as I got into the conference area just as they were going into dinner, the receptionist I had flirted with was there and invited me over. Raising a hand to Dick, she told me that a buyer had dropped out so Cousin Karl could sit on 'my cousin's' table as long as I made sure that I did not speak to 'my cousin' until the buyers were taken care of. I quickly texted Dick to tell him that we were in room 423 and that he should join us after we left the dinner. He assured me that he was pleased to do so. He was looking forward to more sexual adventures.
The table was for sixteen, eight company employees with eight buyers. We sat employee, buyer, employee, buyer all around. Only the sponsor, his wife and the two hostesses moved. So I had a technical guy to my left, and the sponsor was to my right, talking to the buyer beyond him. He didn't waste any time on me. My wife was to the left of the next buyer round. The buyer seemed more interested in my wife, so the techie turned. I had a light conversation with him as I watched beyond, where my wife was flirting heavily. I saw hands start to wander.
'My cousin', as the table thought she was, was wearing a dress that was floor length, with a long slit on her left thigh that went up to her waist. As she sat down, she twisted so that the slit widened and fell away from her crutch, exposing the whole area. It was apparent she had no underwear on. On the top, two strips of cloth crossed both under and over her breasts and looped around her neck, halter style. Her nipples were covered, certainly, but not much else. As she pulled back her right shoulder to the buyer, the inside of her left breast was almost entirely exposed.
I would think that usually, she would have shuffled under the table when the buyer used his hand to expose more of her pussy, her legs went wider, and his fingers slipped inside her dress. From conversations in bed, this was the entire purpose of her presence at the dinner. Check to see if the buyer was susceptible to sexual favours, and an escort provided by her company would dance with the guy and fuck his brains out. The job with this guy was effectively done. No reason she should not have a little fun.
It was incredibly horny to watch his hands in plain sight explore my wife. I could see her face, and the telltale signs of an impending orgasm were visible to me. A slight shudder in the left shoulder. The opening of her mouth, her teeth biting her bottom lip, and finally, her whole body shuddering and closing her eyes. Her right hand was resting in his lap, moving gently to make him hard. I might have missed the technical explanation of their products, but the guy did the same chat during the speeches later.
After the first course, my wife got up and moved around the table. On the other side, looking directly at me. I was surprised that the big boss's wife was sitting beside me and interested in a conversation. The buyer to my right had been talking to her husband, who didn't need her charms. It was the technical guy boring him for the moment. The wife was only five years older than me, probably fifteen years younger than her husband. She was dressy and sexy with it but was conservative compared to my wife.
She knew me as Cousin Karl and was also fully aware of my ability to get 'my cousin' to scream out orgasm after orgasm for hours. She explained that ten years ago, she was doing the same job as my wife, except that she also had to sleep with the buyer, not hand him off to an escort. She had snagged her husband one drunken evening, and now she watched the proceedings getting hornier and hornier as the night progressed. Her husband was still sexually active, but she still remembered working the room. The hotel had a spa; I should be in the hot tub midday.
I was a bit shocked, but I wanted to see where this would lead. Her message was delivered, and she focused on the buyer to my right. Another swap was around for the dessert and speeches. My wife sat to my right. I think she would have initially chatted with the buyer in my seat, moving on to the buyer to her right for the speeches. However, with only one buyer to flirt with, she spent the whole time with him. If it was horny watching her work three seats away, watching her work to my side was terrific.