Eddie

Over the next days and weeks, we talked about what we would do next and what we would not do next. Although initially, Emma had said this had been a one-off, her revenge, we recognised this had changed things and we hoped it had changed things for the better. Over the past few months since her discovery of my fling, we both had marvelled at the change in Emma. It had been incredible, and we both loved it. So, deciding that we wanted to continue this path was an easy decision. But, how to do this was a much more difficult question.

We both quickly agreed that whatever we did, it would not involve our current circle. The days following the party had shown us why we should stay clear of friends. Simon was now riddled with guilt and called Emma several times about what had happened. Fortunately, Claire, his wife, knew nothing about the events of that night but Simon kept calling Emma, so she told him that I knew, in fact, she had told me it all, in detail. And it would not happen again. He was obviously upset but he got the hint.

We also agreed we would focus on single guys and started to look at some popular websites to see if we could find some suitable studs. That proved a complete failure. Several so-called studs turned out to be ghosts and when we did finally arrange a meet, and booked into our hotel, no one turned up. Eventually, after a month, we gave up on all that.

I was due to be in London the following week, just for a couple of days working with an overnight stay, and I suggested to Emma she came with me. It was the first time she would have come with me on my working trips, and she jumped at the chance. The hotels were always good quality and, I pointed out, there were always well-groomed, middle-aged men, and women, on business stays, so you never know.


We arrived in London early on a Wednesday morning, and I went off to my first meeting leaving Emma to do some shopping, having arranged to meet her at the hotel early evening. It was a dry but cold October day, and she was clearly excited and happily waved me goodbye as I ran for the tube.


My day had gone according to plan. Emma messaged me late afternoon to say she had booked into the hotel early, and everything was great, and she was going to have a shower and would meet me in the bar at about 5 pm.
My final meeting finished on time, and the guys suggested we had a couple of beers before heading off, but I politely declined, as I was meeting the wife and I got there just as Emma sat down with a glass of fizz.

The bar is a good spot, as everyone passed through it on the way to the rooms, and Emma had seated herself looking towards the main lobby. She looked gorgeous and she gave me a huge smile and a tender kiss as I sat down next to her. She looked stunning. Her long black hair almost shone, and her skin glowed. She was wearing a beautiful new black dress that was casual but classy, which showed off her smooth soft shoulders, and her lovely legs.

“And I have some new lingerie to show you later,” she added.

It wasn’t very busy yet, so I said I was going to have a quick swim. The hotel has a decent pool. I try to swim three to four times a week. In the summer months, I swim outdoors, but during the colder months, I keep up my fitness by pool swimming. Emma had expected me to swim, and she was very happy with her fizz.

 “You never know, I might have a date by the time you get back,” she smiled and gave me a wink and blew a kiss.


As I swam up and down my mind kept thinking, is she really going to try and pull a bloke? We had talked about it, true, and we had even tried to arrange a date, again true, but now here she was, looking like sex on legs, and on the hunt! It was a good hour before I jumped out and rushed up to our room to shower and dress.
I glanced at my phone, and I had a message.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’ve been invited to have a bite to eat, no rush, I’m great xxx.”

My stomach turned over and my heart began to rush. Had she pulled? Surely not. I saw it had been sent about thirty minutes earlier, so I quickly replied.

“You ok yes?”

There was a pause of a few minutes then the reply.

“Yep, very, his name is Andy, I’ll message you later xxxxx.” Holy shit!

I wandered down to the bar, perhaps hopeful she was winding me up and looked around. There were quite a few people sitting around drinking and chatting. No, she was not there. At first, I thought what an idiot I was to have left her alone, but then remembered this is what we had talked about. It was the reason she had come up to London with me. But I still didn’t feel too happy about it.

The next few hours were not my best. It was one thing to talk about this and to fantasise about her with another man, but the reality is quite another matter. What were they doing right now? Will she flirt with him, and touch his skin? Will she kiss him and let him feel her soft skin, and will she stroke his thigh? And would she go back to his room?
I felt physically sick.

I ordered a snack in the pub next door but didn’t eat it. I went to another bar close by and had a few more beers. There were lots of people out, relaxing after a working day, a scene I’d seen many times, but today it felt different. I looked to see if she was there, but I couldn’t see her and, to be honest, I didn’t know if I’d really want to spot her with this Andy bloke.
It was just after 10 pm when my phone pinged again.

“I’m back at the hotel, are you here?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” I replied.

“You’ll see me in the bar, I’ll be going to his room soon, hurry back x.” Holy shit! This is it.


I finished my drink, although I had trouble swallowing the couple of mouthfuls left, and walked back to the hotel. Part of me didn’t want to see what was going to happen next, but I realised I was also excited. So, taking some long deep breaths, I walked through the hotel to the bar.

It was very busy, and I walked straight to the bar and ordered a drink. My heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry. I don’t think I had ever been so nervous. Was she still here? I turned to my left and lifted my beer to my lips. And there she was, dead ahead looking towards me.

She was sitting on a low sofa with a man sitting next to her. His arm was on the back of the sofa behind her, and his hand was resting on her far shoulder. She was laughing and smiling and talking to a man facing her, who had his back to me. I walked towards them, and I caught her eye. She looked at me, but she didn’t seem to react, and I turned quickly left and sat on a seat a few tables away.

I had never felt like this before. It was a mixture of nerves and worry, and of excitement and of near panic. Do I stop this? I knew I could. I could simply walk up and say hello, and step in. We had agreed either of us could say stop. But look at her, I said to myself. God, she is beautiful. It was hardly surprising someone had asked her to have a drink with them and to share dinner. But I doubt if they had known then that they had picked a reawakened young lady, whose husband had agreed she could take a man of her choice to bed. My beautiful brown-eyed Emma, my gorgeous wife. And it was so fucking horny. And my cock was rock hard.


I pretended to be using my phone and looked more closely at the scene in front of me. The guy with his arm over her shoulder was in his mid to late thirties and appeared to be quite tall and, as I looked, Emma pressed her leg into his and unmistakably ran her hand down his thigh as she reached forward to pick up her glass. I then realised the guy facing her was also party to this fun. Holy shit, there are two of them!

The second guy was a little older, perhaps in his early forties, and he looked handsome and quite thick-set. He picked up a bottle of fizz and refilled her glass and as he put the bottle down, she briefly held his hand.


They carried on chatting and laughing. Emma looked stunning and she flicked her hair back to show her shoulders. And even from where I was sitting, I could see that her skirt was high up her thighs and she must have been giving the man sitting opposite a wonderful view of her stocking tops. It was close to unbearable but utterly horny.

Then suddenly I saw her open her handbag, and briefly use her phone. And my phone went ping. Even though it was in my hand I jumped and nervously looked around. No one had noticed.


“We are going up to Andy's room. See you later. Love you X.”


I have thought about this so many times since but cannot, even ten years later, describe how I felt as they stood up. Emma picked up her jacket and her glass as the two men picked up their glasses and the bottle of fizz, and they walked away towards the lifts. There they go, with my gorgeous wife, and soon they will be sticking their cocks in her mouth and fucking her senseless.

And just as they were about to leave the bar area, Emma glanced behind her towards where I sat, and smiled and blew me a kiss. Holy fucking shit!


I waited a few minutes and went up to my room, and slid into a cold bed, alone, with a rock-hard erection.

 Part 2 follows soon