Go it alone

I tried my best to convince my husband that I should just stay with him, but he was determined to have a presence at the reception. Reluctantly, I readied myself. I looked at the clothes I had brought … they were all chosen specifically to arouse Paul. Without him, I thought I would feel more like a high priced call girl than the doting wife I was trying to be. I chose a dark blue bareback mini dress that was probably more appropriate for a swingers’ club than a professional reception. I set about doing my makeup and hair. After I was done, I marveled at the sight in the mirror. I really did look like a whore, and I loved the way it made me feel. I walked out of the bathroom, hoping to get a reaction from Paul. Unfortunately, he was already fast asleep. I sighed, frustrated with the situation, but still feeling sexy.

Then, I thought of Harry. I went from feeling sexy to feeling sleazy. I couldn’t handle the thought of being on his arm all night looking like this; I knew he’d take full advantage, groping me at every opportunity. I shuddered at the thought, and looked at Paul, sleeping fitfully. I figured he just wanted me to mention his name to people. I didn’t need to go with Harry for that. In fact, it would be easier without being stuck to that slob, I rationalized. Having decided to go it on my own, I walked into the hall and toward the elevator. I passed a few people and drew lustful glances from the men. Their wives, on the other hand, shot daggers with their eyes. When I reached the elevator, my face was flush. I couldn’t tell if it was out of shame or excitement.

When the doors open for me to enter, there were already six or seven people in the elevator car. I slid in, finding a space near the front, facing the buttons. When we stopped on the next floor, I was already feeling a bit claustrophobic as two more people entered. It was a big resort, and we had fifty more floors before the lobby. Luckily, this elevator only serviced the top thirty floors, but I still had awhile in the crowded quarters before escape. As everyone jostled to accommodate the new passengers, I felt myself pressed forward involuntarily. My skin erupted into goose bumps as I felt someone’s arm brush against my bare back. I knew the contact was only incidental, but even this small touch was enough to get me thinking about sex. Without realizing it, I pushed slightly backward, closing my eyes and letting my ass rub against a strange man’s thigh. I felt him go rigid, trying not to do anything that could be misinterpreted as forward. I felt my nipples poke sharply at the front of my tight dress as I imagined him being overcome by lust.

The slight jarring sensation of the elevator stopping and the doors opening drew me out of my semi-conscious state. As the man brushed past me, I felt his erect cock against my hip. Out of curiosity, I tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but only managed to catch a brief image of the nametag on his jacket. The logo was a clear indicator that he was going to be at the reception. I wasn’t able to make out his name, but was certain that he would be able to recognize me from anywhere in the room. “What a brilliant start to the evening,” I groaned to myself, knowing how foolish I must have looked to him.

Despite the elevator episode, I took a breath and followed the signs to the reception. Walking in, I noticed how many people were there. All of them were in business suits or conservative and elegant dresses. Immediately, I felt self-conscious, recognizing immediately that my nipples were still hard and visible to anyone who looked my way. Quickly, I made my way to the bar, smiling demurely and trying to ignore the leers of salesmen and women until I had at least a few drinks in me.

I sat and ordered a champagne, again blushing for one of many possible reasons. For a few minutes I sat alone, gathering the courage to mingle, sipping my drink. I almost didn’t notice as someone took the seat beside me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He was tall and attractive, in an expensive suit and wore an expensive watch. He smiled down at me lecherously, but somehow I wasn’t threatened. I was, however, caught off guard.

“I think the drinks are free,” was all I could muster as a response.

“Well, then, I’ll buy you two.” I couldn’t help but giggle. I knew he was hitting on me, and I knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere, but it felt good to be wanted, so I indulged myself.

I showed him my now empty glass and answered, “Well let’s start with just the one,” smiling.

He motioned to the bartender and turned back to me, pointing to the nametag on his chest. “I’m Robert,” he took my hand in his, gently. “And you are?”

I continued smiling, but pulled my hand back, slowly enough not to offend him. “Irene” The drinks came and I immediately put mine to my lips - I was still nervous and self conscious.

“And who do you work for, Irene?”

“Oh, I don’t work,” I stammered, without thinking, but caught myself, “it’s my husband. He’s in sales.”

Robert raised a curious eyebrow, “And he left you all alone to fend for yourself? Doesn’t he realize a pretty girl like you could attract all sorts of trouble?” I giggled again, though I knew I needed to put an end to this sooner rather than later.

“I can take care of myself,”

“I can take care of you better,” he responded, no sooner than I had let the last word escape my lips. “I think you need another drink,” he continued, indicating my second empty champagne flute. I didn’t realize how quickly I had been sipping. He ordered another for me.

“I do, thanks.” I took my new drink and tried to think of a way to steer the conversation away from the obvious direction it had taken. Fortunately for me, fate intervened on my behalf. Unfortunately for me, it intervened in the guise of Harry, who had just ambled up to the bar and noticed us.

“Well sonovabitch! Globby Robbie!” The already sloppily drunk Harry nearly spilled his vodka tonic on me as he shouted and embraced Robert. He hadn’t taken the time to notice me above my chest, so he hadn’t recognized me yet. I prayed in vain it would stay that way. “And who’s your sexy little catch tonight?” He still only acknowledged my chest.

I sighed, “Hi, Harry.”

Finally recognizing me, Harry laughed. “Well, I should have known. Finally dressing kinky for me?” he teased, “That’s my little anal champion.”

I nearly choked on my champagne. “Harry!” I wanted to slap him, but knew better than to make a scene.

He ignored me and continued, “Now what are you doing hanging out with this traitor. Don’t you know Robbie here used to work for us? But now he’s a manager over at Shitfuck Incorporated.” I doubted Robert worked for Shitfuck Incorporated. Harry looked back up at Robert, “You know who she is, right? This is Paulie’s wife! Can you fucking believe it?”

Robert shook his head, “I didn’t think that rat had it in him.”

Harry laughed again, “HA! He doesn’t, does he, Irene?”

I was fuming. I pushed away from the bar and left the two of them to laugh at my husband’s expense. I grabbed another drink from a busboy, and **** myself to mingle, putting the two of them out of my head.

Unfortunately, I was no good at this. I spent most of the night listening to stories and jokes I didn’t understand, trying not to make a fool of myself. The men appreciated me as long as I kept quiet and the women appreciated me as long as I stayed away from their men. I found myself drinking plenty of champagne alone. Hours passed, I finally decided that it was time to go back up to the room after a complete failure of a night. I wondered how Paul would take the news.

As I started to make my way to the exit, my night got slightly worse as Harry intercepted me. Slurring heavily, he pointed to Robert, who was also making his way to the exit with a fat man who had a stunningly beautiful girl clutching him. “You’ve gotta go with them.”

I reviled. He stunk of **** and sweat. “What are you talking about? I’m going to bed; leave me alone, Harry.”

“NO! You can’t. You see that fatty with Robbie?” he pointed in their direction, “He’s the biggest sale of the conference. You have to go with them. Just keep us in the game.”

“Why can’t you do it?” Although, looking at Harry, I knew the answer. He wasn’t in any shape to impress anyone.

“Just go up there, crash that little fuck’s party, and I promise this’ll pay off big for you and Paul.” he pleaded, “That guy’s bigger than half of Paul’s clients combined. If you keep him interested, I’ll give Paul the account.”

I perked up. This night didn’t have to be a failure after all. I looked over at the trio. They weren’t too far to catch. I looked back at Harry, who seemed to have trouble focusing. “All right, Harry, I’ll do what I can.”

“Excellent,” Harry hiccupped. “His name is Rostov; he’s Russian or something.” I pulled away from Harry’s unsteady clutches and hurried to meet them before they made it onto the elevator. They were getting on as I reached. I followed. I really didn’t know how I was going to get them to invite me to come with them.

“Calling it a night, Irene?” Robert asked as I entered. I smiled, trying to play up my drunkenness.

“Mmhmm. Little too much to drink,” I laughed.

Robert smiled, already suspecting my ulterior motive. “What floor?”

“Floor?” I asked innocently. “Uh-oh. I’m … I’m not sure.” I looked at the girl. She was about 2 inches taller than me and slim with blonde hair. Even through her dress, I could tell her boobs were much bigger than mine and as perky. “You’re very pretty.”

She smiled, “Thank you,” she had a slight accent.

Mr. Rostov had been studying me intently, clearly taken with my beauty. “You forget room? No matter, you come with us for night drink.”

“Oh, well, that would be lovely!” I exclaimed excitedly, giddy that my ploy had worked. I turned to Robert, who was not so thrilled, “I mean, as long as I’m not imposing …” I had an innocent look on my face, knowing he couldn’t refuse.

“Of course not. I’ve been trying to get you to my room since the moment I saw you,” he answered, looking unconcerned. I smiled and introduced myself to Rostov. Robert put is arm around my waist and pulled me close, whispering, “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

I looked up at him with the same innocence, “It’s just a drink Robert.”

We went up to one of the topmost floors and entered Robert’s room. It was much nicer than mine and Paul’s. It was a suite with a balcony. Robert showed us around, and when we walked outside into the cool night air, he pointed out the Jacuzzi. “Anyone up for a dip?” he offered.

The other girl, who had introduced herself as Anya, nodded enthusiastically. Rostov grunted his approval. Robert busied himself turning the jets on and warming up the tub. I, on the other hand, knew that Robert was trying to **** me out, knowing that I didn’t have a bathing suit and would have to go downstairs to a room I supposedly couldn’t find to get one. I watched as Rostov and Robert stripped to their boxers. They were a stark contrast to one another. Robert was neatly groomed with a lean, muscular body. Rostov was a ball of matted hair on flabby flesh. I looked at Anya intently, wondering what she would do. I was terribly surprised to watch her strip off her dress to reveal her fully naked body underneath. She was gorgeous, without a flaw on her body. Her tits weren’t natural, but it was hard to tell. Rostov grabbed at her playfully as the two entered the now warm water.

Her body bounced sexily as he pawed at her. Robert looked at me, “Do you mind helping me with the champagne before we get in?” I followed him numbly into the suite. Once we were away from the two Russians, he addressed me again, “Well, Irene, it’s your move. You can either strip and join us, or be on your way. I’m satisfied with either result.”

I thought about Paul. This could be very important for him, but was it worth the price? I looked out onto the balcony and saw Anya and Rostov kissing. I saw her hand under the water, stroking his cock, slowly. His mouth moved from her lips to tease her nipples, and his hand slid under the water. I watched as she arched her back in pleasure as Rostov’s fingers reached their destination. I looked up at Robert. I don’t know whether it was out of arousal, determination to salvage Paul’s job, or simply refusal to let Robert win, but I tugged off my dress and began sliding my panties down my legs all while staring defiantly into his eyes. Robert laughed, “I was hoping you’d choose that.”

We walked back out to the balcony without even bothering with the champagne. Rostov tore his attention away from Anya momentarily to devour me with his eyes and smiled. I smiled back and slid into the water. Robert took his position beside me. I wasn’t sure what would happen next.

In a moment, Anya had released herself of Rostov’s grip and waded the shallow water toward me. She was on top of me before I could react and pressed her lips against mine. I had kissed other girls on dares in high school, but never like this. And, never one as sexy as Anya. I felt myself giving in to the lust that had been eating at me for months, enjoying the feeling of her tongue against mine. Her lips were soft, her tongue moist, and she tasted wonderful. I smelled her perfume and whimpered happily into her mouth.

I felt Robert take my hand and wrap it around his shaft. I stroked it slowly, as I had seen Anya do for Rostov.

Anya broke the kiss, and I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she began rhythmically swaying on top of me. I pulled her down on top of me, her breasts crushing against mine and looked over her shoulder. I saw Rostov had taken position behind her and was fucking her as she lay on me. The sight itself nearly brought me to orgasm. I turned my head and kissed Anya’s neck as she grinded against me. I saw Robert with his head back, enjoying the hand job I was giving him. I reached down with my free hand and started playing with myself. Anya moved her head down and was lightly teasing my nipples with her tongue and teeth. I felt Robert move my hand away from his cock and boost himself up onto the ledge of the tub. He slid over until he had positioned himself directly above me and in front of Anya. She lifted her head from my chest and took him swiftly into her mouth. He lowered himself slightly, allowing my tongue to reach his balls. I graciously sucked at them while Anya’s mouth worked at his head and shaft. I could see her cherry red lipstick smear against his cock.

I felt her chin against my cheek and reached my free hand up to caress her face. Lower on my body, I felt Rostov push my hand away from my clit as he stopped fucking Anya. I could feel her disappointment in her face as I ran my finger across her lips and the bottom of Robert’s cock. I gasped in pleasure as Rostov plunged into my eager pussy and began pounding me against the wall of the Jacuzzi.

In moments I had my orgasm, releasing Robert and clenching Anya tightly to me. I felt Rostov quicken his pace and engorge inside me before he came, filling me in the process. I screamed in pleasure. All the while, Anya had picked up the pace on Robert. As I regained my senses, I looked up at him, I could tell he was close as well. I resumed my position beneath him and felt his balls constrict in my mouth. He held Anya tight against himself and released his load into her mouth. As she pulled away, I watched her smile at him. Unexpectedly, she pulled me up toward her and kissed me again. I felt her push Robert’s cum into my mouth with her tongue, and I accepted every drop hungrily. I hadn’t been so satisfied in years. Robert stood out of the water and gathered a few towels, while Anya and I kissed each other and licked stray droplets of cum from each other’s face. Rostov climbed out of the tub and joined Robert inside the suite. I heard laughter and a door shut.

Finally, Robert came back outside and knelt beside the tub. He ran his hands over my cheek and was smiling from ear to ear. “Thanks, Irene, I don’t think I could have closed that deal without you.” I was still too blissful from being fucked to fully appreciate what I had just inadvertently accomplished.

Anya broke our caressing momentarily, “Hey, what about me, baby?” she asked, hurt, but in a perfect American accent.

Robert laughed, “You were terrific, too.” He looked at his watch. “Now, I believe I still have another few hours on the clock - how about the three of us take this to the bed and make good use of my company’s money?”