Part seven

My wife and I were due to go to a black tie dinner, we had spent a day shopping on the Saturday before so that she had a new dress and lingerie for the big event and she looked amazing in her figure hugging low cut red dress.

On the day she showered and started getting ready, sat at her dressing table doing her makeup and hair in her stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties, I always loved that sight but knew that there was a high chance that I wouldn’t be the only one enjoying the view.

We drove to the hotel where the dinner was and checked into our room.  We were both dressed and ready so we agreed that she would head to the bar whilst I dropped the bags to the room. Ever hopeful, I took my time and to my delight, when I got back to the bar, she was chatting to a good looking younger guy who couldn’t raise his eyes from her big tits and impressive cleavage.

I went to other end of the bar and ordered a drink then sat and watched.  She was halfway down her second Prosecco which he had bought her when the call went out for dinner.  She took his arm and he lead her into the room, straight to his table.  I went to the table we were meant to be on and as nobody there had met us before, I explained that my wife couldn’t make it and that I was alone.  All through the meal I kept watching as he plied her with more drink and watched his had on her knee, slowly working higher.  After a while it went back to her knee but this time he was  inside her dress, in about 5 minutes his had was high enough that I imagined his fingers would be getting wet.  She made her excuses and headed for the ladies. I left my table and met her in the foyer.  She told me that he was hot and horny and that she would go back to his room and that she would catch me later.

The rest of the meal seemed to take an eternity but eventually people started to leave and I saw him lead her to the lift, his hands were all over her as they stepped into the lift and the doors closed.

I stayed in the bar and had a couple of drinks before heading up to the room, as I stepped into the lift my phone pinged with a message, a simple photo from chest height of a man looking down on top of my wife’s head obviously sucking his cock.

Moments later another photo and then another.  All taken on her phone by the time I got to the room I had received a few photos, I stripped and got on to the bed. The next photo to arrive was of his cock balls deep in her arse in doggy.  That didn’t  take him long at all. A few more photos showed that he was really making use of her ass and pussy and so the night went on, in total 50 photos arrived before it went quiet.

The following morning she text to say that he was leaving and to meet her for breakfast in the hotel restaurant. We sat having breakfast while she told me all about her night.