Chapter 11: A Business Trip

Mary travels for work and meets with a colleague of Matthew.

During the following week, we went on with our usual lives, until on Wednesday, the director of our department told us that our company was going to take part in a publishing fair that would take place in the capital. It was necessary to travel there to prepare all the details of our participation, and, as Mary was the one who had sold the most in the last few years, the director had thought that she would be the one on our company’s stand.

He told Mary that they would arrange for her to travel on Friday morning, work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and return on Sunday afternoon. During those days, she would talk to the organising association and check the location and preparation of the stand, possible contacts, material, etc. Of course, the company would cover the travel and accommodation expenses, as well as additional subsistence allowances.

That evening, when we returned home, we talked about the trip while preparing dinner.

I said to her, “Well, the travel thing, I think will be an interesting experience for you, and also professionally it’s good. Not only because the director sends you for being the best seller, but also because you can make more professional contacts.”

“Yes, of course, although it will be a bit tiresome. It’ll be long hours talking to potential clients.”

“Yes. Well, I’m sure you can ask our boss for a day off afterwards as compensation.”

“I’ll ask him. For now, this week will be about preparing for our participation. I’ll see what the pavilion is like, how much room we’ll have for the stand, etc. The pity is that I won’t be here this weekend with you. And, now that I think about it, we won’t be able to meet Matthew. And that also means you won’t get your weekly release.”

“That’s what I was thinking. It’s going to be two weeks without an orgasm, and what’s worse, having a body as gorgeous as yours next to me,” I said, grabbing her ass with my hand, which caused her to drop the potato she was peeling as she tried to pull away laughing. “I don’t know how I could resist,” I continued.

“I don’t think you have any choice. Matthew has the key,” Mary said mockingly.

“We should contact him to let him know we won’t be seeing him this Friday. And we can also ask him if he can give us the code for the box that has the emergency key. It’s certainly an ‘emergency’ for me.”

“I don’t think you’ll convince him. An emergency is supposed to be an injury or a medical emergency. But we can try.”

That same night, we sent a message to Matthew via the app telling him that, for work reasons, Mary had to travel to the capital and would not be there on Friday, so we were cancelling the appointment.

Matthew replied that he was sorry he couldn’t see Mary, but of course work had priority.

Mary asked him if he could give us the code to the box with the emergency key, but Matthew, as Mary expected, said no. He argued that he wouldn’t see Mary either and would have to wait 2 weeks, and, besides, if he gave us the code, we could use the key at any time, and the agreement was supposed to be to have a release only on Fridays when we met.

That night, lying spooned up next to Mary, hugging her warm, soft body, I began to think that I wouldn’t be able to make love to her for another two Fridays, and I began to get excited thinking about it, worrying that I wouldn’t be able to cum inside Mary’s wet vagina and release my tension and my desire. I began to caress her gently, rubbing her shoulders and inhaling the scent of her skin. Slowly, I became aroused until my cock was hard and tight against the bars of my cock cage. Without realising it, I began to move my hips, rubbing my caged member against her buttocks and fondling her breasts.

Mary turned, caressed my face, and said, “Poor Charley, you’re going to get desperate. You’d better stop. The more you get excited, the worse it will get. You’ll have to wait until next Friday.”

I, after letting out a groan of despair, replied, “You’re right, but your body is too exciting for me. I’ll try to sleep.” I turned to the other side of the bed to avoid being aroused by her body and tried to sleep.

Friday morning, I drove her to the airport before heading to work.

Mid-morning, I received a call from Mary: “Hi Charley. I’ve been contacted by Matthew. He says that the captain of his swim team is in the capital today to prepare for a competition in a few weeks and that he asked if Matthew knows any women to meet up with.”

I replied, “Hi Mary. Wait a minute, I’m moving.”

I went to the coffee room to talk in greater privacy. There I replied, “Now we can talk quietly about these matters without James or Michel hearing me from the next tables.”

Mary continued, “It seems that the captain was asking about a friend as well as a prostitute. Matthew told me that, when I told him about fantasies to explain why we contacted him, in addition to the fantasy of seeing a stranger, I told him about the fantasy of playing a prostitute. I’m thinking that it could be an opportunity. Just like when we met in a hotel and pretended we were two strangers, it wasn’t totally satisfying because I knew it was you. When I played prostitute with you, it was the same. In both cases, I enjoyed our encounters, but really, until I fucked Matthew, I didn’t know what it was like to be with a man other than you.”

“So you’re thinking of meeting this man by pretending to be a prostitute?”

“I’m hesitating, but yes. My crazy ‘Molly side’ tells me that it might be an opportunity to realise the other fantasy I had. I’m in a city where no one knows me, and I might meet a totally unknown man who might think I’m a prostitute, but at the same time is known to Matthew, so that gives some security. Plus, he’s the team captain; I don’t think he’s crazy. Matthew has also told me that, like himself, they are given medical checks, including checking for the absence of sexually transmitted diseases, so in that sense, it is also safe.”

“But it could be dangerous.”

“I don’t think so, but in any case, like the first time I met Matthew, I can keep my mobile active. I can even activate the camera with the dating app so that both Matthew and you can see what’s going on. If there’s any problem, even if we’re in different cities, you can call the hotel reception and report an assault.”

“I don’t know; I don’t see it at all clearly.”

“But do you think it’s wrong because of jealousy, because I might have sex with another man? You know it would be like the relationship with Matthew—just sex, something physical, sort of gymnastic. Something Molly does, not Mary. Like fantasising while I masturbate with a vibrator, but more real. And, of course, just this one time. You know I love no one more than you. And madly. This would also be part of our games. And if I have the camera activated, in addition to the security it provides, it would be a way to share a fantasy with you. More real and exciting than telling you about it. Of course, if you don’t agree, I won’t go through with it.”

“Well, all right, I trust your judgement. I love you too much to say no. And besides, I’ve already found that our meetings with Matthew haven’t affected our relationship. It’s a game we both share.”

“Thank you. I love you. You’re fantastic. Don’t worry. I’ll ask Matthew for more information to see if this captain is reliable. But the more I think about it, the more I’m tempted. I’ll disguise myself as Molly, as usual. I think the contact lenses are in a little box in my bag, and I can buy the washable dye from a shop. I haven’t brought any clothes that I can wear as a prostitute, but I can buy some. Besides, I’ll tell Matthew to tell him I’m an ‘escort’, which always implies more status and respect than a ‘street’ prostitute.”

“You’ll let me know how it goes, okay? I love you.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I love you.”

After hanging up, I thought to myself: Was it normal for a husband to accept his wife having sex with another man? We had managed to separate our encounters with Matthew from our personal relationship, but sometimes I couldn’t help but think about it again.

The truth is that since we had started with our games and fantasies, our relationship had been rekindled, and the ‘spark’ that seemed almost extinguished was as strong as during our courtship. On the other hand, married couples sometimes had threesomes or went to swingers’ clubs, and there were no problems. One or both of the partners had sex with another person, and it didn’t have to be more than a game that could even strengthen the couple, unless there were already problems between them.

More or less calmed down after some thinking, I focused on work for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon, just before the end of the working day, I received a message from Mary telling me that she had exchanged more messages with Matthew. The team captain’s name was Thomas; like Matthew, he had another job since the swim team didn’t make enough money to live on. In his case, he was a freelance software programmer after having studied for a degree at a university. He was not married and was apparently even a bit shy.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of the usual image of a computer-focused nerd who is shy around women. I thought he didn’t seem dangerous.

Mary told me she was meeting him at 9 p.m. in his hotel room. She would connect with Matthew and me via the app just before she went in.

At 5 minutes to 9:00, I opened the computer, and with Mary’s account, I connected to the app. Immediately, Mary called, with the video camera activated. She was in the corridor of a hotel. She was dressed as Molly: green eyes, red hair, a different make-up than usual, a bit more intense. She was wearing an elegant black dress with a generous neckline that showed the curve of her breasts. The dress fitted her feminine hips and came down to her mid-thighs. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because, in addition to the depth of the neckline, which would have shown her bra, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Black stockings and elegant high-heeled shoes completed her outfit.

“I’m so nervous,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ve done it right.”

“If you want to, leave it. You don’t have to.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I’m attracted to doing it. You know Molly is my daring and uninhibited side. Well, like when the sea is cold, it’s best to just jump right in. I’m going to join Matthew and go in. Although I don’t think it’s necessary, I’ve sent you the hotel details in case there’s a problem.”

“OK. Enjoy your adventure.”

Shortly, Matthew appeared on the screen and greeted, “Hi, Molly, hi Buck.”

“Hi,” we both replied.

Mary said, “I’m going to mute the speakerphone so Thomas can’t hear anything and find out I have a video call active. You won’t hear what either of you say. Now I’ll put it in my handbag, and as soon as I can, I’ll put it in a place where you can see into the room so you can keep an eye on it.”

She put the mobile in the handbag, and the screen showed only black blotches. There was a knock on the door, and a voice asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Molly,” Mary replied.

The door opened, and a deep voice said, “Hi, it’s Thomas. Come on in, Molly.”

I heard Mary’s voice, somewhere between surprised and hesitant, say, “You’re Thomas? From the swim team, where is Matthew?”

“Yes, the same one.”

I asked Matthew, “Matthew, what’s wrong? What does Thomas look like? Molly looks surprised.”

Matthew replied with a laugh, “Now you’ll see.”

I asked, “But is he dangerous? Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all. In fact, Molly is going to have a great time with him. You’ll see when the camera goes live,” Matthew replied. “She’ll have a really great time,” he emphasised.

Mary was heard talking to Thomas about paying in advance, then her hand was seen to take the wallet into the handbag, put it back, and place the handbag on some surface. She unzipped the clasp and placed the mobile phone so that the outside could be seen through the opening of the handbag. From the picture, the bag must have been on some chair at the side of the bed and showed most of the room, as well as the doorway to the bedroom and the bathroom.

As Mary moved away from the bag and out of the foreground, I could see more and more of the room, and suddenly I saw Thomas. I understood Mary’s surprise. I think that, for both of us, the description of ‘a shy, programmer university student’ had unconsciously brought to mind the image of a thin, pale, bespectacled young man, the stereotype of a ‘nerd’ or ‘geek’.

Thomas was huge; he must have been more than six feet tall, with a back even wider than Matthew’s, thick arms, very short black curly hair, a smiling face, a strong jaw, a flat nose, black eyes, and very black skin.

He was wearing jeans and a white shirt, which showed off his muscular body.

I heard Matthew laugh as he imagined my surprise at seeing Thomas. Then he commented, “No one asked me for a physical description of Thomas. As you can see, he’s the team’s captain for a reason. He can swim longer and faster than any of us. And on the other hand, I can assure you that his ENTIRE body is proportional. In the showers, we always make jokes about the size of his cock. Sometimes we jokingly call him ‘the tripod’. In his case, the myth about the large size of black men’s cocks is more than true.

I could see the figures of the two of them, and, in front of him, Mary looked small. I didn’t know if she would want to continue. I imagined his big black cock penetrating her vagina and thought it would not be pleasant for her.

Since her cell phone had the speakers turned off, I knew she couldn’t hear me, but it occurred to me that if I sent her a message, the vibration would get her attention.

Using the dating app I sent her a message: ‘Molly, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to. Thomas is very big, and Matthew told me that his cock is huge; tell him you are sick or that an emergency has arisen’.

The phone vibrated, but she didn’t seem to hear it, or maybe she was ignoring it. When she didn’t answer, I sent it several times until I saw her turn her head back to her handbag and pick up the phone.

She replied with another message: ‘Don’t worry, it’s OK. I imagine his cock is huge, but I’ll go slowly. Not knowing what the client will be like makes the role of a prostitute more real. And Molly wants to try what it feels like to fuck a black person with a huge cock—an unexpected but interesting experience. Also, Thomas seems to be shy and a good person. Relax. Kisses.’

She put her mobile back in her bag so that it was not visible from the outside but could still transmit the video of the room again. She turned to where Thomas was and said, ‘That was a colleague sending me a message. We do this to confirm that there are no problems with a client.”

“Yes, that’s reasonable; there can be dangerous people out there,” Thomas replied.

“Well, and now I’m going to make you enjoy this whole night you’ve paid for.”

Mary walked seductively towards Thomas, her steps slow and her hips swaying. She rested her hands on his chest and began to caress him, sliding her hands up and down his muscular torso.

“I can tell you train hard, tiger. You’ve got muscles as hard as steel.”

“Yes, we train a lot. Swimming is a very demanding sport. It makes up for the time I spend sitting in front of the computer working. And it also helps me to release tension.”

“I assure you that tonight I will make you release all the accumulated tension,” Mary replied seductively.

She threw her arms around his neck and tilted his head towards her. She lifted her own and kissed his lips with intensity. He, who up to this point had had his arms slumped across his body, wrapped his arms around her and began to caress Mary’s back and ass with growing ardour.

They continued to kiss with increasing passion as Mary slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and he grabbed her ass with both hands and fondled it.