I don’t think either of us quite believed it when we found the note which had been pushed under our hotel door. The evening had seemed to go well— or at least we thought it had. Our meeting with the team from our new prospective sponsor had been conducted over a private dinner; just my wife and I representing the company, and the three young executives. They were all in their thirties and I thought that were very sure of themselves; knowing precisely what they wanted from the deal. I also couldn’t help but notice how enamoured they appeared to be with my wife, Janet. They were charming and acted respectfully with her throughout; total gentlemen when speaking to her. It was obvious that she appreciated the attention— but it was not entirely a surprise to me. Janet looked fabulous; her lithe, sexy figure clad in a figure-hugging black dress with a low neckline. With her shock of red hair and perfectly coiffured make-up, she looked ten years younger than her real age of forty-five. A gorgeous milf if I had ever seen one.
“So what does the note say again?” my wife asked.
I turned it over between my fingers, my heart beginning to race.
“They’ve discussed the deal and have agreed to take it in principle, as long as a few loose ends can be tidied up.”
Janet bit her lip, a little habit she had developed when feeling slightly naughty or aroused.
“And they want to discuss it with us further… now? At this late hour?”
I swallowed hard, hardly believing what I was thinking.
“No. They want to discuss it with you specifically, in private, in one of their rooms.”
At first the silence had been deafening. Janet sat quietly on the end of the bed, still wearing the black dress she had worn throughout dinner. My own mind was racing— my beautiful and desirable wife, on her own in a hotel room with three younger handsome men; all of whom would no doubt like to fuck the brains out of her if they got the chance. I didn’t know what to say or do and just stood there, feeling slightly dumbfounded, but also having a sense of arousal as I imagined the scenario.
“So? Do you mind?” Janet asked me quietly after a short pause.
“Do you mind if I go on my own to their room?”
I could hardly believe my ears. Here, my faithful and loving wife of twelve years was talking about going to a hotel room containing three virile and handsome men. I didn’t know how to respond, or what to say to her. After a few seconds it was Janet herself who answered her own question.
“I don’t mind going alone. They acted like perfect gentlemen all night long. I’m sure they’ll be gallant and make sure they look after me appropriately.”
She got up from the bed and took her lipstick out of her bag, fixing her lips as she pouted delectably into a mirror. I watched in silence as she straightened her hair and her dress, preening herself to look her best as she walked into a strange hotel room at almost midnight. She had a half-smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye as she turned to face me.
“Will this do then? Do you think I will seal the deal looking like this?”
I looked her gorgeous body up and down; feeling incredibly turned on that she would even consider doing something like this. I had fantasised about us having similar encounters for years, but we had never spoken a word to each other about it. Her reactions now, her apparent eagerness to visit with the three guys; being so relaxed and potentially flirting with them and then heaven knows what more. The situation suddenly had me thinking that maybe she also had been having similar fantasies to my own.
“Are you sure about this… absolutely sure?” I asked slowly, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out if she wanted to. She rested her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.
“I am honey. Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just fine.”
She planted two fingertips against my lips and walked across to the door, opening it and confidently walking out into the corridor.
“I really don’t know how long this meeting might take,” she said calmly, turning to look at me as she walked up the corridor. “…I have the spare room key, so don’t wait up. And don’t worry… I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
My wife turned and walked away from me without saying another word.