The evening has a lot to offer

The ballroom around got drowned out from my attention as I watched mesmerized my lovely wife tenderly massaging her beautiful bosses naked feet in her lap. The scene continued for some time and when I looked up at Gloria's face, her mouth and eyes where turned over to Brooke with an expression of lust and relaxation. I was kind of jealous but also aroused and the champagne in my blood didn't help to sort out my thoughts on that matter. Brooke on the other hand had her head bent down and only focused on working her fingers up and down Gloria's soles.

After who knows how long Gloria glanced at her phone and sighed, slipping her feet out from my wife's hand and back into her red high heels. "Brooke I think it is time that I need to prepare for the donation speech!" Turning to me with a lustful glint in her eyes and a smooth seductive voice Gloria added "I hope that you can share your wife for a brief moment Carl. We still have some work to do this evening."

She got up before I could formulate an answer and with a blushed face and her eyes still diverted to the floor Brooke got up as well and followed Gloria out of the room. The first thought that came to my mind was that Brooke had already warned me and therefore everything was fine. But then the scene right now made me very suspicious and I thought about all the other strange things that happened in the weeks before. The remarks Brooke made. The way how quickly and intimately she had become friends with Gloria. A spark of jealousy sparked in my stomach and bubbled to the surface but was quickly overwhelmed by my own horniness flooding my system and by my inner voice telling me that everything was fine, that my wife was happy and healthy and successful and that I got my fair share of her so I shouldn't ruin it by some stupid little jealous act. So what if her boss was more than a friend to her on some level? I wouldn't view a lesbian relationship as cheating as I told Brooke when we were younger still, only the fact that she kept it a secret. But isn't that the definition of cheating?

The minutes alone at our table felt like hours and my head buzzed from all the champagne. I had emptied the current bottle which got quickly replaced by one of the waitresses bustling about. I felt my blood pumping in my ears and in my still semihard cock and the room began to feel stifling so I got up and left for the lobby where Gloria and Brooke went just moments before. Walking out of the loud ballroom made my head spin even more as I now felt clearly quite drunk. I wanted my wife. I wanted her here. I couldn't bear it any longer. At least I wanted to know the truth. Where have they gone. I stumbled about the lobby, sweat forming on my forehead. I must have looked like a confused drunk idiot because the receptionist of the hotel stepped up to me asking "Sir!? Is everything alright? Can I help you?"

I gulped and tried to gather myself thinking I am a pathetic little cry baby of a man. Brooke said she would have to work and I couldn't even wait for ten damn minutes? I felt terrible. Partly because my suspicions about Gloria got stronger and partly because I felt ridiculous not granting my wife a little adventure with her best female friend while I still got everything from her that I wanted even more so than for years before.

I closed my eyes and breathed for a second, shaking my head.

"No everything is fine. Just needed to stretch my legs..." I mumbled looking down at the helpful smiling lady in front of me. "You haven't seen the host of this gala anywhere right? I heard that the donation speech is soon and I wanted a quick word with her before that."

While I composed myself again I tried to sound important and businesslike finding out where the two women went. I was still on the fence if I should make a fool of myself or not but the lady in front of me didn't know who I was so there was little harm in trying to find out where they went.

"You mean Mrs. Wanderfelt? I haven't seen her just now but apart from the ballroom they have also booked some of the smaller seminar rooms on the third floor. I can try and call up to see if she is there...." She was pointing back to the reception desk to indicate that she was going to call but I quickly stopped her and said.

"No, no, it is fine! Not that important. Maybe I take a look myself..."

The receptionists face grew serious: "I am afraid I can't let you up to the third floor. Mrs. Wanderfelt was very specific that only F.U.T.A. members are allowed to this section!"

I pulled in my lips making a defeated face and shrugged.

"Well I guess then I will wait here for her." That seemed to satisfy her as she smiled at me and left for her station at the reception desk again.

I continued to wander around the lobby looking briefly at magazines and folders of various attractions. The staircase was right next to the reception desk so I wouldn't be able to slip past her. Damn! Again I felt this insecure pain in my chest about not knowing what Gloria and Brooke were up to right now. I tried to calm myself again by saying that it has probably been just five minutes since they left and that rehearsing a speech would take longer than that. Still the urge to investigate continued.

I watched hotel guests and gala guests enter and leave the lobby. The stairs were definitely no option for me but one half from the two sets of elevators were out of sight from the reception desk. I shuffled closer to them and then the receptionist had to take a call and look something up at her computer while at the same time a group of hotel guests made their way to the elevators. Now was my chance.

I took a few fast strides to get closer to the group of guests and with an air of somehow belonging to them I followed them to the elevators. I didn't dare glance back at the reception desk and entered into one of the elevators together with the whole group holding my breath until the doors were closed. The other guests held their keycards to the number pad and pushed the floor that they wanted to get off. Damn! It seemed that you need a card from a room to go up the elevator. What now. One of the guests made room for me to also enter my floor and I hesitated but then tried anyway to push a button.

No light went on. How embarrassing. The guest who had made room for me said in a heavy Swedish accent. "You have to use your key-card!"

I smiled at him patting the pockets of my tux. "Ah. I am afraid my wife already went to the room and took my card with her..."

The guest just smiled and nodded, holding his own keycard to the reader and gesturing me to enter my floor.

"Thanks I sighed with more relief than he could imagine and pushed the number 3 on the keypad."

As I got off the elevator I found that the third floor was pretty deserted and dimly lit. There were no hotel rooms on that floor only some larger and smaller conference rooms. Soft jazz music rose up from the more brightly lit staircase from the ballroom below. I breathed deeply to calm my beating heart and listened but apart from the music there was nobody around. What now? How should I find them? And even if I stumbled into them what should I say to not look like an utter fool?

Sneaking through the corridor one door looked like the other and I felt very nervous that one of them would burst open and Brooke and Gloria would see me standing there with no good answer what I was doing up here.

Next to the staircase there was an open seating area with a big glass front overlooking the boulevard the hotel was located on. I tried the door to a balcony leading out of that glass front and it opened so I took a step outside into the cool night air thinking about what to do next. It felt safer here than in the corridor.

I noticed that the balcony extended to the side of the hotel continuing on in front of the separate seminar rooms which each had a door to the shared balcony. Perfect! I could sneak along the balcony and take a glance into each of the rooms on this side of the building. Even when I would get caught I could still pretend that I was just needing some fresh air and that the view of the city was so great here. Not the best explanation but miles better than being trapped in the corridor. As I started to walk down the balcony I noticed that about three rooms ahead of me there was light shining out from the windows and the sliding door to that room was slightly open.

Being cautious to check the dark rooms between, which were all empty by the way, I got closer and closer to the one with the lights. As I almost reached the corner of it, I heard female voices coming from the room and quickly recognized them as belonging to Brooke and Gloria.

I held my breath at the corner of the first lighted window not daring to look in yet and strained to listen.

"....and then as I put my feet up your husband cleary checked them out very closely." giggled Gloria "He was almost bending over to get a better view."

Brooke spoke in softer almost moaning tones as she replied. "Well he does have a thing for feet and yours are gorgeous. Everything about you is!"

Again Gloria giggled. "Oh thanks Sweety! But the way your hands worked on me I think you have a thing for them too."

"Well I have a thing for a lot of things lately. Must be the side effects. I just can't help it. I barely made it out of the ballroom without anyone noticing my bulge." Brooke almost whined.

"I know, I felt the same when your warm soft hands touched me." Gloria's voice was now becoming softer and calmer too.

I took a few shallow breaths to calm my heart. I knew it. I knew those two were more than just best friends. I wanted to feel angry for being right but mixed in with all my confusion all I could sense right now was my cock getting hard again.

"B...but you seemed so calm and relaxed when we went out. I have noticed nothing underneath your dress and it sits even closer than mine? How do you hide your....you know....." Brooke got a bit louder seeming surprised.

Gloria laughed out loud her voice echoing through the night outside. "Brooke sweety, you have so much to learn. Here take a look!"

There was a brief silence and then a quiet "Ohhhh!" from my wife.

I wanted to know what was going on, gathered my courage and slowly moved my head to the corner of the window peeking in.

The room was a typical white meeting room with desks and chairs most of which were turned upside down on the tables. Gloria was leaning on one of the desks facing in my direction but not looking at the window. I was also quite secure because of the darkness surrounding me and a large plant in the corner of the room. Brooke was opposite of her sitting on a chair relaxed with her legs crossed and a half empty glass in one hand.

Brooke was also holding a glass but with her other hand she had pulled her dress to the side revealing the front of her red lace thong. What the thong couldn't conceal or restrain was her several inches thick hard long shaft that reached out the side of the thong and down the side of her leg with the tip almost at the height of her knees. It was held down because it was secured by a red lace garter to her right leg. The veins on the shaft pulsated and it strained to get into a horizontal position but the garter held it in place.

"I should have thought of that!" Brooke mumbled staring at Gloria's enormous member as did I from outside.

She then looked down at her own lap and I noticed that she too was visibly hard as her cock stretched her dress up at the front.

Gloria too looked at my wife's lap and took a sip. "Yeah if you take that to the dancefloor everybody will know!" she teased her and let her tongue glide over her full red lips.

"But what kind of friend would I be to not help you out in times of need." She continued putting down her glass and pulling down her garter and stepping out of it. Her cock immediately slapped up into a horizontal position throbbing and dripping a huge drop of precum on the floor as Gloria handed over the garter to Brooke who stood up and lifted her dress to put it on.

She adjusted it on her left leg and shoved her hard cock down into it to secure it which was more difficult since the cock of my wife was not quite so long as the one of her boss.

As she finally got it in and dropped her dress which now was laying flat against her belly again she sighed "Perfect!" And looked at Gloria again who was just staring at her cock out in the open with a big grin on her face.

"Of course sweety you will have to take care of this now" she said pointing down at her dripping log.

"Of course boss!" Brooke said with a soft giggle and got to her knees in front of Gloria putting her hands to Gloria's shaft as she had done before to her feet.

My heart sank into my stomach while at the same time my dick strained so hard against my pants that I thought it would break off.

I got restless trying to think what I should do. Should I bust in through the balcony door? Should I confront them right here and now and make a scene? Should I just watch and get horny like a cuck? Would I even be considered a cuck since they were both women, in some sense? Again my future seemed on the fence and all the positives and negatives balanced themselves out in a confusing mess that I couldn't untangle in my drunk state right now. I just didn't know what to do.