I woke slowly after my wife dressed and went to work at the conference. She had slept less than four hours and had a full day ahead of her. I had a leisurely breakfast and did a few hours of work in the room before getting ready for that midday meeting with the wife of my wife's boss in the spa centre attached to the hotel. She made the date over dinner, believing me to be my wife's Cousin Karl and not her husband. I created the Cousin Karl story a month ago to watch her at close quarters at another conference.
Karl was an actual person and was my cousin, not my wife's. Our dads were brothers, and we grew up within a mile of each other. We went to the same school year and had the same surname. We looked enough alike that people confused us. From age ten, we tried to pass ourselves off as twins. It worked very well when we started to date. Karl was the lady's man; he could charm his way into anyone's knickers. I was on hand to interfere at a double date if she needed to be separated from her best friend. It worked okay for me, as I got plenty.
Karl got bored after about a month and moved on, so I became pretty adept at dealing with the jilted girl. Either providing a close alternative, a shoulder to cry on or, best of all, a revenge fuck with his twin. Ultimately, I didn't even bother scouting for myself; Karl's cast-off was enough. After college (we went to the same one), we drifted apart as I started work. Karl's parents split up: his dad soon married another woman. Karl and I were ushers, and matching us were two bridesmaids. The grown-up daughter of the bride and her best friend from college.
Karl charmed both of them into joining us after the party. We had the suite he and his dad had stayed in the previous night, along with a couple of bottles of champagne. The friend was the better-looking, and Karl paired off with her while I bedded the daughter. Since college, Karl had worked on his sexual technique; I lasted for about twenty minutes, but Karl and the college friend were at it for hours. She screamed out a large number of orgasms at high volume. She kept repeating, 'Oh my god, you are so big'. Probably twenty or more times.
Watching Karl and the bridesmaid having sex opened up a new world for me. The sex I had was pretty vanilla, and when someone else was in the room, I stayed under the covers and kept quiet. This pair did not care if anyone saw or heard them; it was mind-blowing. I also understood that a woman could get more out of sex than a guy. I was smitten with the friend. I had to have her. I'm not sure if I was turned on more by watching her with Karl or the thought of fucking her with the same intensity. I watched and got hard for a second round with the daughter.
The good news was that Karl would tire of her soon, and I was an expert in sliding in his place. What I wasn't capable of was giving her that sort of sexual experience. So I took lessons, trawling the internet for tips. Fortunately, I saw the benchmark that night. In the end, I hired some hookers to give me lessons. They were surprisingly keen to help me out. It worked a treat, and a year later, the bridesmaid and I married. She kept up her friendship with the daughter, so there were many family visits, and Karl was sometimes there at his dad's house.
He became part of our fantasy chats and dirty talk around sex. If we had a barbeque, my wife would drive so that I would drink a fair bit. She would ensure I was deep in conversation outside before dragging Karl inside for a long chat. When she returned, she would ostentatiously put on more lipstick. In bed that night, she would ask me if she was a bit loose. Implying that she and Karl had slipped away for a fuck. I was never really sure if she had or not, which added to the sex that night and for the rest of the week. As a real story, it was spicy enough.
I made two minor changes when I told it, as Karl in the hot tub. Firstly, my wife was the bride's niece, not her daughter's best friend. This made my wife Karl's step-cousin. The second was Karl's Dad told him to stop dating her, as it was taboo. Karl palmed her off to her now husband, his mate, to keep her around. That was me, in case you hadn't worked it out. That way, he could still keep fucking her, like we had last month and last night. This enhanced my wife's sexual reputation at work as a cheating slut who might just sleep with you if Cousin Karl wasn't around.
The boss's wife was already in the spa, wearing a robe. We sauntered over to the jacuzzi, and she took it off to reveal possibly the sexiest one-piece I had ever seen, even on the internet. She smiled as I did a double take, and we both got into the tub. We were alone, and she talked about the company and how they still used sex to sell. She explained that the young women often became a little sex-crazed, and it was good I was banging my cousin. Her poor husband would never be able to satisfy her. I would find she needed me more often.
I then told the story I had prepared, and she loved it. Her hand moved to my thigh and rubbed it up and down. To excite her, I added a few more post-marriage exploits. I was having a great time but needed to return to work. She cut to the chase, explaining that all the women who worked for their company ended up in bed with her and her husband. Did I want to join them tonight, as we all stayed the extra night? It seemed a sensible option. She had already cleared it with 'my cousin'. She needed to know if I wanted to join in or just 'my cousin' and them.
I was a bit shocked, as my wife had not mentioned it. It seems they agreed on it last week. I certainly wasn't going to miss out, especially as the boss's wife had shared stories of her days as a hostess. It made me realise why my wife had demanded so much sex since she had changed jobs. We arranged to join them for a private dinner at their suite around eight. There was plenty of time for 'my cousin' to change into one of the work dresses she had in her bag. I was learning some secrets here. I hadn't realised my wife changed when she got to work.
I struggled to keep my mind on work that afternoon. I imagined her dress and whether she ever wore underwear in the office. Quite what she got up to and why she changed clothes to take me to lunch. The hot tub answer was shared with her via her boss whilst she was still working the stall. She apologised for not informing me of tonight's dinner, as she was instructed not to do so. She distracted me by offering a choice of dresses. One was made entirely of mesh with a solid red Y at the front covering nipples and pussy.