Sealing the Deal: HotWife Wins Business Deal For Cuckold Husband (The HotWife Path of Discovery Book 2) by Meredith Lamarr

Author:Meredith Lamarr
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-02-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Both of them walked like lovers down the boulevard. The streets were thinning and I had to maintain a safe distance behind to avoid being seen. The distance was too large for the audio transmitter to reach, but words weren’t needed. My wife had her hands in the nook of his arm, his head resting on his powerful shoulder. His hands were on her waist, moving low and feeling the curve of her ass. Soon they stopped in front of an all night bar.

I managed to pick up bit of the audio transmission.

“We are not going in here,” my wife said, with laughter in her voice. “I am not giving another hand job for booze.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, and then to my surprise, out of his pocket he extracted his wallet.

My wife gasped, “So you had it with you all along?”

“Yes my dear. It was a test to see how well you would perform. Congratulations you passed with flying colors.”

My wife gave him a playful slap on his arm and they walked in. Thankfully it was a crowded bar and I was able to slip in without being seen. I ordered a beer and sat sipping it in a corner, while the two of them sat at a table. Hard liquor was their order of the night; he was chugging Bourbon on the rocks, while Sandra had Vodka tonics, almost matching his speed. With open abandon, they played the role of lovers now –– the alcohol having removed the last of their inhibitions. They no longer cared about the crowd, no longer cared who saw them. Ketteridge had my wife’s hands in his as he talked about his sexual escapades, about the ladies he kept in Africa and in Asia. About his divorces and his lovers. She told him about past boyfriends, some of whom I knew, some I didn’t. As she spoke I noticed his leg creep in between hers, brushing first against her thighs. And then slowly he began inching toward deeper, closer towards her, such that his knees were rubbing against her crotch. She gasped and blushed when she felt him, realized where he was going. And as he began rubbing his knee sideways on her pussy, she gripped her table tight. She was growing wetter by the second, and seeing the cunning smile on Ketteridge’s face, he knew. He could feel her delicious juice soaking up his pants.

“Remove your suit,” he ordered. She complied with meek obedience. As her transparent blouse and lacy bra came into view, a few of the men around them began to take notice. They laughed and passed comments. A woman on a table beside mine said, “What a slutty dress. She must be a hired whore.” How could I tell her no…that was my wife.

Meanwhile Ketteridge had begun snuck his arms closer to Sandra, closer to her breast and were groping them, pinching her nipples through her bra. I could hear her breathing getting deeper, but she didn’t protest. She was enjoying this.

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