After the weekend in late September, when my wife and I spent the night with her boss and his wife, my wife seemed to change a little. I remember being told that sex with only her husband would never satisfy her. I was convinced I could, but as time went by, her constant demands for sex and, more significantly, intense orgasms were beginning to take a toll. What I did find interesting was that her sexual needs were more focused during the week than at weekends. Not that we didn't have sex then; there were just fewer insistent demands.
Tuesday night, for example, my wife got home about an hour after I did. I prepared some food for her, but she was not interested. I learned that my wife had a work wardrobe, which she changed into once she got to the office. In the first few months, she worked just in the office and changed back before coming home, so I was unaware. I think the evening with her boss was an audition, and after that, she visited clients' offices or hotel meeting rooms. She came home later than usual and was still in her work clothes, not what she had left in.
She wore a long knee-length coat that covered up the clothes she was wearing underneath. She mostly wore office attire: a white blouse, black skirt, stockings, and stiletto, but different from what you usually see. The white blouse was entirely sheer; you could see everything except the two pockets over the breasts, which just had enough material to hide her nipples. The skirt was short enough to expose substantial white flesh above her stocking tops. The skirt might have mesh panels, slits to the waist, or a cross-panel front that opens up.
The whole point of the meeting was to put the buyer or the client on edge. They would stare at her and focus on what might happen rather than the salesman. She would flirt outrageously, and when the sales guy who accompanied her left the room to go to the toilet, the client or buyer would be encouraged to use his hands. Once the hands were on her legs, she would open them wide, and if he wanted to make out, then she would. The regulations did not allow my wife to have sex. After they left, a hooker would be knocking on the door half an hour later.
The effect on my wife, though, was to turn her on so much that she needed to be fucked as soon as she came through our door. In the past, I was told the hooker was not used. My wife would have stayed in the hotel room as long as the buyer wanted and did whatever he wanted. The regulations didn't allow it now, or the sales guy to care for her needs either. She didn't just make one visit a day, more like four or five. She had to dry herself in the ladies as she left because she never wore any underwear to keep her wet pussy under control.
After three visits, she was on edge; the last visit would sometimes lead to an accidental orgasm, as she was so erotically charged. It was not supposed to happen with a client on a visit; it was supposed to be business. She had to wait until she got home for me to do it. She didn't need just one orgasm, more like four or five. Any dinner I had prepared was either cold or ruined. In the end, we purchased a whole range of toys. I could get her partially satisfied in half an hour. I could then prepare the dinner whilst a wand or dildo finished her off.
Weekends were much more straightforward because we would have a long sex session on Friday night and another the following morning. By Saturday lunchtime, my wife would be sated for forty-eight hours. The weeks of the conference were more straightforward because she had a lot of sex most nights. This was so intense that it would keep her satisfied until the middle of the following week. Each Wednesday, I still visited her in the office as Cousin Karl, took her to lunch and fucked her somewhere on the way back.
There was a conference booked for late October. It was a fair way away, too far to drive, and I could not get an evening flight. I had already checked that Dick would be going, so Thursday night, he would keep my wife happy. I wanted to share in the action, but being at home, I suggested a Bluetooth camera. I found one on the internet. Most TVs have a USB port in the back, so the camera clipped on the top looks like part of the TV. Then, a Zoom meeting, mute and no video on my end. She would start it when she left the room and keep it playing until she turned it off the following day.
Not only that, I could also record it. Everyone is a winner. That's how it played out, although Wednesday night was a bonus for me. I had expected my wife to return to the room after her day's work, get changed and go for dinner with the team, followed by an early night. So she fired the call up as she left for dinner but returned with another of the hostesses after no more than an hour. It seems to work as she stands before the TV, and they make out. They slowly move towards the bed, shedding clothes as they go.
I was a little surprised when after a while of licking and sucking, my wife broke off and pulled out a bag from within the wardrobe. There are several sex toys in it, and she pulls out two dildoes for further fun. Later, I found out that the box came with the show stand. There was a box for each hostess as they were known to get frustrated. I watched a pleasant couple of hours of girl-on-girl fun before the hostess left to get an early night. My wife asked me, "Did you enjoy the show, Karl?" She reminded me that the video link was not for her unknowing husband but for her lover (also me).
The following evening, I enjoyed seeing my wife get dressed for dinner. I rushed from work as she put on the dress just before seven. At first appearance, it was pretty conservative. There was a nod to the conference being in the south. The dress could have been in Gone with the Wind. It had a fitted bit around the bust, a ribbon on the underside of the bust, and puffy short sleeves. There was significant decolletage. Her aureoles were almost but not entirely on display. Under the ribbon, the material went straight down to the floor.
I knew underneath, she had white stockings, a white suspender belt, and relatively flat shoes. It was only as she twirled. The bottom had four panels that overlapped slightly. They were not connected, and my wife demonstrated that to the inside of both breasts, a hand could go inside one panel and cup her breast from the inside. She was not wearing a bra or panties. She gave me a demonstration of her dancing, a wiggle of her hips, and the panels parted, showing lots of flesh and stocking. She intended to dance with a few guys before she came back with Dick.
Dick didn't have her room number. We had agreed I would give it to him after 'my cousin' had returned to the room. He knew this and kept me up to date. How many buyers fingered her at the table, and how long she danced? According to Dick, she was having a whale of a time, at one point, surrounded on the very dark dancefloor by four guys. They were fingering her, and she had more than one cock in her hand. Dick was pretty sure he wasn't getting sex tonight. My wife had disappeared, was his final text. Had she gone with someone else?
Almost as the text arrived, my wife returned to the room. She quickly asked me to send Dick her room number as she was feeling extremely horny. I told her I would do so, but she must not tell Dick about the camera. She agreed and then told me how much she enjoyed dancing tonight. It was the first conference she had danced more than one song and understood why it was popular.
'Was your slutty wife too naughty?' she wanted to know. 'I was dancing with four guys for ages. They made me come. I felt their cocks, and none were bigger than yours, so Dick, it is.'
At that point, there was a knock on the door, and my wife let Dick in. She had left her white stockings and suspenders on and somehow looked sluttier than usual. She pulled Dick in, and they made out, standing at the end of the bed. My wife told Dick she needed him inside her straight away because she was so horny. He broke away and started to get undressed. My wife lay back on the bed and was playing with herself. The television was at an angle to the bed, with the camera on top of it, so I could see better than expected.
