I watched my wife get dressed the following day before showering leisurely. I knew this was probably the most important day of her new working life. She had joined a new company, helping with sales, particularly around the conferences her firm hosted. They were a big deal to the company, and much of their turnover was based on the deals they made today. There was the networking dinner tonight. She ensured their big-ticket customers had a great time, especially for next week's follow-up calls.
It was a little odd that she was staying in the hotel despite the fact we lived close by. I did not mind, as I had pretended to be a random guest; she picked me up in the bar, and we followed up with a night of high-octane sex. Part of this was fueled by her dressing in the extremely slutty dress the company had provided for her to wear tonight. It was blatantly sexual; she was advertising her body to all those at the table specifically, and potentially anyone in the hall. I wanted to give her space, but I also wanted to see it.
I worked just around the corner, so dressed in the spare shirt and underwear I had packed in my laptop bag, I went down for a complimentary breakfast. I hit the sweet spot between the working staff, who had been and gone and those attending who were in no hurry to start. I started to chat to the waiter, who had clocked that I was in a room paid for by the sponsor. He was due to work the dinner and breakfast this morning, a long day for him. He mentioned that this conference was their best in the hotel.
Advertising was still old school, so the guests were looked after, especially for the dinner. He seemed happy to give me the dirt, so I didn't stop him from rambling. Ordinary conferences were poorly funded and finished straight after the speeches. Since guests paid their drink bills, the attendees didn't even hit the bar afterwards but went to cheaper places around the block. Tonight, though, money would be spent. If you had a sponsor room, like I had, they picked up everything that went to the room.
His conversation made me more desperate to attend, so I asked if the dinner was fully booked. I hadn't put my name down for it. The waiter seemed confused but told me it would not be a problem as long as I was in Black Tie. There were always spaces, and nobody checked you against the list as long as you looked the part. So I left work at lunchtime, picked up my dinner suit from work and created myself a role. I couldn't go as myself, so I got some cards printed under another name as a consultant copywriter looking for work.
I rang my wife up shortly after the conference and before cocktails. My wife was happy to hear from me because she wanted to wind me up about the dress and that she would probably bring someone back to the room tonight. The potential of this happening was the reason that our sex life was so good since she got this job. I don't know if she had cheated on me already, but both of us knew the potential made us both hornier. After she teased me unmercifully, I told her that her step-cousin Karl might be at the dinner tonight.
Karl was her cousin, and his stepmom was her aunt, but of course, they were not blood relations. Karl came to our wedding, got a little drunk and hit on my wife. He was part of fantasy sex games before she took this job. I was able to raise her sexual level a bit more than it already was by suggesting that if she was struggling to find someone to take to bed, I could text Karl and get him to share her bed that night. My wife was already highly sexed, and the merging of an old sex fantasy with a new one had her bringing herself off with her hand.
So, after work, I hung around until I knew my wife had left the room. There were cocktails at seven, which she would have to be at. I still had the keycard, so I let myself in, showered and changed. I noticed the room was messy; my wife's clothes and damp underwear were draped on the floor. I tidied up for her idly to kill the time. Eventually, I left the room and arrived as the crowd approached the tables. As I watched her from afar, a guy on his own came over to chat. Dick would have sat with his mate, but he was out with a woman, so Dick was bored.
Dick worked perfectly, I sat next to him at dinner, and he gave me the low-down on what was happening. He also enabled me to remain hidden from my wife. I introduced myself as Karl, gave him a card and pointed out my 'cousin', whom I hoped to hook up with after dinner. Dick was suitably impressed with my 'cousin' in her barely-there dress and looked forward to an introduction. He explained that he went to all the conferences as a low-level buyer. He could show my 'cousin' around when they were in another city.
So for the next few hours, Dick and I helped ourselves to the wine, and he explained how it worked. There were big fish and little fish. My 'cousin' was part of the sponsorship on a big fish table. There were eight in the team and eight buyers on the table. The sponsor and his wife, two sales guys, two technical guys and two that Dick described as hostesses. It was my 'cousin's' job to work out whether any of the eight big buyers were open to a sexual favour. Dick said it was all a dance with the new regulations.
In the old days, the sales guys would ask if the buyer wanted an escort. Because asking such a question could offend the buyer, you lose their business forever; that doesn't happen now. So for one of the courses, starter, main, dessert or speeches, my 'cousin' would sit next to each of her four buyers and casually flirt. Of course, skin was on show, and drinks were consumed to lessen the inhibitions. During that forty minutes, would the buyer put his hand on her leg or be bolder and slip his fingers into her wet pussy?
Of course, Dick wasn't aware that we were watching my wife, that my cock was erect from start to finish and that we had used this very conversation as a sexual fantasy for months. So, I didn't attract her attention. Dick blatantly stared at her and gave me a running commentary, and told me when it was safe to look. The cousin story was holding up well. All the guys at our table knew she was my cousin by the end of the dinner, and most of them were looking for an introduction, but I knew I would only take Dick.
After the desserts, we went to the gents on the way to the bar. It was casual, but as we stood next to each other in the urinals, I could not help but notice that Dick had the biggest, well, dick I had seen in a lifetime of casual observations in toilets and shower rooms. As we stood at the bar, I noticed several women in dresses that were not part of the conference. Dick explained that these were escorts or hookers. Any of the buyers who showed the inclination for a sexual favour would remain in their seats after the speeches.