Once a year I go to our offices around the country. Head office wants me to meet the employees and find out if they are having any problems with their LAN network and workstations. On this trip I didn't book a hotel room but decided that after meeting everyone that I would call around after finding out the best place to stay. After the meeting I ask if anyone knows of a place and everyone laughed at me because of some big event in the city there will be no vacancies. Jim speaks up and says lets go to my office and make a couple of calls.
Jim calls a few friends to call in some favours, but nothing. I am panicking by now as I am in town for 2 nights. Jim smiles at me " let me call my wife and see if it is ok for you to stay. Are you here for one or two nights?"
I clear my throat " two, two nights"
Jim gets off the phone " not a problem she has lots for supper and you can stay in the spare room." He smiles and says, " You will love my wife! Where are your bags?"
"At the front desk"
We get to your place and Jim parks the car in the driveway. As we enter the house it smells wonderful. I was not prepared for how sexy you were. Jim is a little on the heavy side so I naturally thought. Well you know. You stand about 5'7" with heels on, shoulder length brunette hair, slim with the best pair of legs I have ever seen, your ass is to die for and when you turned to greet me I almost went to my knees. Jim say "honey this is Bob, Bob this is honey Ha Ha I mean Elaine." We say Hi
"I told you that you would love my wife" Jim says with a smile
I stand 5'8" thick blonde hair (not like most 45 year old men) a closely trimmed beard, slim and am physically fit.
I try to hide my cock with my bags as Jim shows me where I will sleep next to the master bedroom.
"Suppers ready." This sexy voice calls
During supper I try not to stare at your beauty. You smell amazing and your movements are so sensual. I am so turned on my cock is still stiff from when I came in the front door.
We finish eating and Jim and I are talking. I think he catches me watch you as you clear the table and load the dishwasher. Your skirt rides up each time you bend over to put something in the washer. Once your were trying to put something in the very back and I could see your skirt go even higher. Jim stops talking and there is silence, and I want to lay my head on the table to look up your skirt. The silence is broken