At The Conference part 2

At The Conference
part 2

Lucy Bannan






I woke with a start and lay in bed disoriented. Then it all came rushing back; Christ what have we done. What have I done?
I had an urgent need to go to the toilet so I got up and relieved myself. While in the bathroom, I got myself ready for the second day of the conference and returned to the bedroom to get dressed.
Angie was still sleeping she was lying on her side. Her black hair tumbling over the pillow made her look sexy. I had this thing in my mind that I didn’t really want to face her just then so I went down to breakfast.
In the restaurant, I sat and pondered on last night’s events. I have never had any real strong fantasies about sharing my wife with another man or even a threesome; yes, I’ve read the stories but never really wanted to do it or take part. In any case, I always thought the stories were just that, stories, written by people for titillation.

However, last night was a complete revelation. How and why did it happen? What possessed me to allow a complete stranger use my wife and do nothing to prevent it?
Having said that why, did Angie allow it?
I felt disgusted with myself and really thought I’d let Angie down and at sometime today our marriage will disintegrate. However, a picture remained in my head, which wouldn’t go away the scene of Angie and the way she had come, the way her body responded to HIS taking of her. The scene was electrifying and printed forever in my brain.
It then occurred to me I might bump into Sid. He could be in the restaurant. In a panic, I stood up and looked about the room, but he wasn’t there. I had this sudden dread of having to face him with the knowledge that he’d had my wife, the thought of saying, “how did you like my wife last night” made a sickening feeling in my gut.
I finished my full English breakfast and gulped down my coffee. I returned to our room, butterflies dancing in my stomach, I was so apprehensive when I entered; not knowing what Angie’s response was going to be.
I looked at my watch to discover it was time to go down and meet the taxi provided to take me to and from the conference venue.

Angie was up and sitting on the bed. I closed the door.
“Morning,” I said trying to sound up beat. We looked at each other, I smile saying, “You okay?”
Angie was wearing her dressing gown, “Yes, I’m fine,” she replied meekly, “I wanted to see you before you went off to the conference.”
“Oh, you were still sleeping and as we were late last night I thought you’d like to lie in, sorry.”
Angie went to the mirror and started to comb her hair.
“Well I’d better be off the taxi will be waiting. Are you going shopping today?”
“Yes, that’s what you want isn’t it.”
“I want you to look good, like you used too.”
“What time will you be back?” I could feel the atmosphere building between us.
“About five, why don’t you look for a nice dress for the ball tomorrow night?”
“Okay.”
I was angry. Angry with myself mostly, last night had put even more strain on our marriage whether intentionally or not. I was also angry with Sid for his part in putting us in this position.
The conference as with all conferences was a complete bore. How do these speakers manage to waffle on about nothing for hours on end and then go on to justify what they’ve said?
On and off throughout the day I thought about Angie and what we allowed to happen last night. Reminiscing soon gave me a mild erection, which stayed with me for the rest of the day. Also, as the day went on, I slowly warmed to the idea of what happened last night finding it truly exciting; the effect on me was more than I ever thought possible.

In the taxi back to the hotel, I decided I’d take Angie to a show or a film to get her away from possibly meeting with Sid again. However, he had mentioned this was his last night in London.
I really didn’t think it was a good idea to allow it to happen again.
I entered our room to find Angie rummaging through the shopping bags that were scattered across the bed; some had even fallen to the floor. Angie was dressed in some of her new clothes and she looked amazing.
“Hi, Angie looks like you’ve done a fair amount of shopping today, that credit card must be nearly to its limit?”
“Hi, Peter have you had a nice day?” she asked still rummaging through the bags.
“Look it’s just after five thirty shall we have an early dinner and then go off and see a film or a show?”
Angie stopped what she was doing and looked at me aghast, then she smiled, “That would be great.”
“Come on then let’s get a move on. I’ll just go and have a shower.”
Fifteen minutes later I was out of the shower, shaved and part dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Angie was standing beside the bed; she’d just stepped into a black dress and was pulling it up her legs when I saw her underwear. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders with black short style panties. As she stood up pulling the dress up over her thighs, I saw her small breasts supported on a platform bra her nipples part erected

Then I got the shock of my life when I saw the two hickeys on her right breast. Angie then put her arms through the narrow straps and palmed her dress down and making little adjustments to it before reaching back and pulled the zip up that made the dress pull mildly tight across her breasts. This made the material form round the contours of her upper body in a rather sexy delicate manner.
“Wow, you look gorgeous, Angie.” I blurted out.
“Thank you. I got the dress this afternoon plus all of this,” she said waving her arm over the bed.
“Did you get something for tomorrow night?”
“No not yet, I’ve seen something though I will pick it up in the morning.” She moved away from the bed with her makeup bag heading for the bathroom when I had another shock. As she passed me, I saw she had another two hickeys on the neck very low down.
As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock grow as I realised that Sid had truly enjoyed fucking my wife.
Ten minutes later, we were walking through the hotel. I was on cloud nine as I could see men staring at my wife – I was on an ego trip that went through the sound barrier.
In the restaurant, we met the same waitress as last night. She showed us to the same table and I watched her looking at my wife. She smiled saying, “Looks like you’ve been shopping again?”
Angie showed off her new dress, “What do you think?” She did twirl and faced us with a childish smile. Angie had capped off her outfit with a silk pink scarf round her neck – an addition to hide the obvious marks.
“Wow you look good, so sexy.”

“Thanks, I got it this afternoon, haven’t a clue where I was though so don’t ask. All I know was I got off the tube at Oxford Street.”
“It looks expensive?” the waitress asked glancing at me.
“It was, very.” They both laughed and the waitress took our order.
After a minute or two of silence I said, “Look, Angie I’m sorry about last night.” Angie looked at her drink and remained quiet, “I don’t know what else to say.”
Angie looked at me, “I feel dirty and I’ve badly let you down.”
“How,” I asked genuinely, “I don’t think you have?”
“I’ve let you down because I did nothing to stop him.”
“Nor did I come to that.”
“Yes I know but you did at least challenge him. I did nothing but lay there and let him have me,” she added rather timidly.
“That’s true I suppose,” I conceded, “We both could’ve stopped it at any time but we didn’t did we.” I hesitated; the one question that had been plaguing me all day suddenly came to the fore. My throat became dry and I blurted out, “Did you enjoy it?”
Angie blushed scarlet. The look on her face was total embarrassment. She didn’t know where to put her face.
“Be honest with me, Angie,” I added prompting her.

“I don’t know my feelings are all mixed up,” her voice was subdued and she looked down at her meal.
We fell silent. I didn’t know what else to say to her. We ate our meal in that silence and it wasn’t until she pushed her plate away practically empty that she spoke.
“Now that I’m a slut you won’t want me anymore?” She spoke quietly the words full of anxiety. I watched her eyes tear up.
That hurt.
I’d never looked at it like that and I went on the defensive. “That’s not true, Angie. I’ve been thinking about it all day. You’re my wife; I love you just the same as I did before last night. As far as I’m concerned, it’ll be an episode in our lives never to happen again.
“That’s right, never to be repeated,” Angie forced home. Then she asked, “But what about you, what are your feelings about it all you were there you saw everything?”
“Yes I did. To be brutally honest it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I watched my wife being taken.” Angie looked at me astonished, mouth open in shock. “I know it sounds weird but I did, and the feeling of having you straight after was just incredible.”

Angie’s shot back, “But that’s perverted, you enjoyed watching your wife being taken?”
“Yes, no it wasn’t like that. The enjoyment comes from your pleasure. Knowing that the person was bringing you off, watching your expressions – you were beautiful.”
“I was a slut!”
“If that’s what you want to call it, but you’re my slut.” I paused taking a sip of my wine, “Angie it doesn’t matter what we did last night or what you think you are, I still love you and always will.”
“Really,” Angie looked surprised at that.
“We’ve done something a lot of couples could never do. It proves our love and trust for each other can take this kind of trauma. If one of us had cheated on the other then obviously, it would mean a breakdown of that trust. Last night we did it together and managed to come out of it with our relationship intact.”
With our meal finished and the table cleared, Angie broke the mini silence that had fallen between us, “It doesn’t change a thing, Peter I’ve committed adultery whether you were there or not and that makes me a slut.”

“Well let me repeat the question, did you enjoy it?”
“He took me and made me climax if that’s what you mean.”
“Partly, but did you enjoy him fucking you?”
“He had a slightly different technique than you that made it exciting.”
“You’re not answering the question, Angie,” I said finishing the last of my wine, “Did you enjoy it?”
Sheepishly she looked over at me, her face blushing, “I suppose if you put it altogether the whole experience was very pleasurable,” she looked down into her hands, “Yes I did.” Those last words were in a whisper.
“Come on, drink up let’s go to the bar,” I suggested.
Angie finished her drink and we both went into the bar to find an old guy playing the piano.