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Kyle's work booked the most impressive business suite available for the various meetings and other functions they held during the conference. Naturally, Mr. Sewell took up residence there. Its central hub contained a large meeting room and salon with views of the Main from large windows. The evening's catering was handled by a local company, but there were a dozen other small tasks that needed to be finished before guests arrived. As usual, Kyle took the lead, setting out informational packets and corporate giveaways and mirroring his laptop with the large television to run his group's corporate culture and outlook slideshow. As much as he tried, Kyle didn't quite fit the typical Wallstreet finance framework, and he attempted to make up for this perceived shortcoming by taking the lead in whatever extra work was available.
The event was uninteresting, a collection of clients and institutional affiliates who relished special attention at these types of conventions. Most of them were older gentlemen who were past the prime of their careers. For the most part, they spent their years collecting stipends from the midsized companies on which they were board members. The younger segment of the gathering was primarily the relatives of other invitees, arch-nepotists making the most of their opportunity to network with Mr. Sewell and his peers during the conference. Kyle was considering how long he'd have to stay before the evening was turned on its head. As another group of unimportant guests left the mixer, Kyle noticed them stop and nod deferentially to a new arrival. Harper arrived.
Kyle didn’t even indulge a moment's consideration that his wife might be there to see him. She immediately caught Mr. Sewell’s eye and went his way. Harper wore a satiny white blouse and belted chevron skirt. The outfit wasn't wild, but the details mattered. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and the top button of her shirt was left undone. Her breasts hung free, and with each step, they shifted slightly beneath the fine flow of the blouse’s fabric. For Kyle, the most important detail was her shoes. The strappy black three-inch heels already had a reputation between the young couple. They were her "fuck me" shoes.
Harper felt Kyle's eyes on her as she crossed the room and hoped what she was doing had the desired effect on him. Mr. Sewell seamlessly extracted himself from his conversation to greet the lovely young woman. Harper and Mathias embraced in a manner too friendly for mere acquaintances. Kyle was dumbstruck as he watched his wife with his boss. Her emphatic smile was framed by a shocking red shade of lipstick which she almost never wore. She wanted to be noticed. Mathias guided her through the room, his hand resting gently on her waist. Harper's addition energized the languorous atmosphere in the suite. For the first time, she was introduced to some of Kyle's peers from work, but it happened by way of Mr. Sewell, and the nature of her relationship with the boss seemed apparent to everyone. She and Mathias joined a group of his employees on the sofas.
There was Callum, he came from money and had a short, stocky build and didn’t lack confidence, Joan, one of the few women in the group and the only one attending the conference, and Fede, American-born but raised overseas, he was particularly popular at this conference for his personality and knack with languages.
As the night progressed, the outside visitors began to leave, and the group of Kyle’s coworkers grew rowdier. Fede had the idea to open a few bottles of champagne, and the professional character of the mixer completely evaporated. Harper kept herself camped at the edge of a sofa cushion right alongside Mathias. Her legs looked fantastic. From the fine curved lines of her calves to her delicate toes accented with red polish, she knew what she was offering and deliberately held them in an appealing position. Kyle made his way to the ring of furniture to listen in.
"Hey roomie!” said Harper to Kyle. “Unlike the rest of you, Kyle's actually been working. We need to get him a drink." She stood and walked to the bar. Several sets of eyes watched her as she crossed the room. Harper came trotting back to the couches with a pair of drinks. She handed one to Kyle before cozying back up next to Mathias. His arm rested casually on the couch behind her, the two of them the picture of a couple. This time there was no room misinterpretation from Kyle about what she was doing.
"You move fast in those heels." said Mathias
"I do." replied Harper, chuckling and taking a sip of her fresh drink.
After finishing his drink, Mathias had to excuse himself and take a call, giving Harper a better chance at familiarizing herself with the others. Her mood was playful, animated, and it wasn’t just the champagne, she was only one glass in. Harper was the life of the party – arguing like old friends with people she just met, laughing heartily at the behind-the-scenes antics of their office, and not shying away when the topic of conversation became inappropriate.
“– You two are horrible! Does your company even have HR?” said Harper in mock reprimand to Fede and Joan.
“Oh, HR’s the worst of the lot. Besides, reciprocity has multiple meanings. What must it say about you jumping to that conclusion. Perhaps the problem is your own filthy mind.” said Fede.
“Oh, you have no idea.” said Harper.
“Speaking of reciprocity, Harper, how long have you and Mr. Sewell been – umm –” Joan didn’t quite know how to finish the question.
“–Friendly?” Harper offered as good euphemism to end Joan’s sentence. “Well, that depends on your definition of friendly, but I met ‘Mr. Sewell’ six months ago. I think.” She smiled and flared her eyebrows in a frisky expression.
Harper could see Kyle squirm as she led people to believe his boss was having sex with her. She couldn’t understand why this fantasy was fun for him, but she was enjoying it. It felt like power, the idea that everyone believed, when the night came to an end and they all left, Mathias would drag her back to the bedroom and fuck her. Maybe they wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom. It might happen on the couch or nowhere in particular, the two of them simply rolling around naked on the floor. There was a possibility that she relished the fantasy a small bit more than the power.
"Kyle. You really live with her?" asked Callum in a low voice.
"Yeah." said Kyle.
"God, I think I’m in love. Too bad the boss got there first."
Kyle wasn't sure if Harper’s arrival was too much or just what he wanted. He felt a swelling agitation while he watched his wife. It was incredibly arousing but perilous. Harper was in rare form, charged and liberated and particularly agreeable. Mathias reclined next to her, and she allowed the lolling foot of her crossed leg to play along the side of his leg.
Harper's evening hadn't started so interestingly. After listening to the conference's Keynote on a livestream from her room, she had dinner with a couple of the Paisley Group's European executives and some clients/friends of theirs. Everyone at the table, aside from Harper, was fluent in German and, even though the dinner started in English, it soon shifted into a group of friends enjoying one another's company in their native language. Harper was losing her mind with boredom and probably only catching every eighth word of the conversation. But eventually, there was something that roused her.
"I'm sorry, were you talking about *****?" asked Harper, her interest piqued by mention of Kyle’s company.
"Yes, we're trying to build a relationship with them for a possible joint venture." said one of the executives.
"I actually have an invite to a get-together they’re hosting tonight." offered Harper, thinking it might be an excuse for her to leave early.
"Who invited you?" asked the other executive.
"His name is Mathias Sewell. I believe he's a VP."
"I'm supposing you weren't offered a plus one?" There were a couple of shared looks before this was asked.
"No." she replied.
They reverted to German as they discussed Mathias’ invitation in front of Harper, agreeing that the invitation was worth her quitting dinner early, she just needed to put in a good word for them. Harper had no interest in pitching some unlikely joint venture but was happy for the excuse. As she left the restaurant, she contemplated whether there was even a need to go to the mixer. The fact that Mathias and Kyle would be there seemed, at first, complicating. But then she considered her last conversation with her husband and chose to go.
Working up the courage to go up to the mixer, Harper stood in the lobby of Mathias and Kyle’s hotel and stared at her reflection in the mirror doors of the elevator. Her appearance was too stiff, too appropriate. After accepting that Kyle really wanted this sort of thing, Harper started to listen to the indecent little voice inside that she typically ignored. She darted into the lobby bathroom to see what could be improved. Her hair and nails were nice, and she was glad she grabbed the "fuck me" heels from her room, but she could do more. Harper changed her lipstick, but it wasn't enough. If she was going through with this, why do it halfway? After removing her bra, she doublechecked her reflection, making sure her top wasn’t too translucent. There was nowhere to put her bra after removing it. So, she did what was practical and threw it in the trash on the way out of the bathroom. This time, her reflection in the elevator doors was pleasing. She texted Kyle "Tell me if I need to stop." on her way up.
It felt good to be the center of attention, and it wasn't just from Mathias. With Harper's newly calibrated perspective, it was easy to tell which of Kyle's coworkers noticed her. They were her personal audience with their eyes glancing at her body any chance they thought they could get away with it, but Harper had her intentions fixed. Even when one of the boys had something to say to her and she turned to talk to them, Harper would take the opportunity to lean over her chosen chaperone and rest her hand on his leg or his chest and became better acquainted with his body. She liked what she found. Mathias was happy to play her game and each time she got up and then nestled back into position next to him, she found his hand in a different place, settling on her lower back or hip or butt.
After a few more drinks and the remainder of Mathias’ group left, the expansive suite got quiet. Only Harper and Mathias and Kyle stayed. Kyle hadn't spoken much that night. He kept to his tasks, packing up the unused media from the mixer and watching his wife and boss out of the corner of his eye. Harper still sat on the couch with Mathias, but now that they were alone, they used hushed voices for their intimate conversation.
"I'm telling you, he keeps peeking over here. The rest of my employees are gone. Hell, the caterers are gone. He definitely has a thing for you. I could make him leave." said Mathias. He and Harper were hours past pretending to talk about anything business related.
"No, he's harmless. Besides, I have to live with him." said Harper.
"I still don't get how that arrangement came about."
"We've been friends since the start of college, and I needed a roommate. He's never bothered me."
"That's how some guys are. My guess is he'd like to bother you."
"Maybe I should go for it. He's not bad looking."
"I wouldn't peg him as your type."
"What do you think my type is? And try not to be too ingratiating towards yourself."
She kept checking her phone, waiting for Kyle's reply to her text. As much as she was enjoying herself, she expected a message from her husband putting a stop to things at any moment. Harper truly didn't think he'd let it go this far, but if he was comfortable, she was comfortable. Kyle had, of course, seen the text, but found it hard to make a choice. He already survived watching his coworkers ogling his wife, and the embarrassment of his boss acting so familiar with her in front of everyone. Now it was just the two of them sitting alone and talking.
"Why would I ingratiate myself? I have no skin in the game. We have an agreement, after all. Unless you wanted to renegotiate?" Mathias said.
The time was starting to get late. Kyle was packing the last brochures back into boxes, and Harper could tell he was running out of excuses to stay.
"I suppose you have an offer." she said.
"I hadn't even considered it." He gave her a wry smile. "But, since you're twisting my arm, I can come up with something. You could stay here tonight, I'm sure you're tired. No reason for you to go all the way back to your hotel, and we could consider our previous agreement expired."
"Too far. I might have considered it if you didn't overplay your hand." she said smiling.
"Early negotiations my dear. We just need to get better aligned. Is there anything I could do to sweeten the pot?"
"You did have a point about it getting late and I want to get back safe. We could call the agreement voided if you make your employee escort me back to my hotel. But, if you’re right about him, he might bring me to his room instead, and that would probably make you too jealous."
Harper knew she was playing with fire, and maybe that made it more fun, but she liked her exit strategy. If she hooked-up with her “roommate” during the conference, she could largely end the issue of their secret relationship and scratch an itch that had pestered her most of the night.
"You're certainly worthy of being jealous over, but the who matters. My guess is, if he brought you to his room, he wouldn't be up to the task." said Mathias.
"Wow! So full of yourself." replied Harper.
"I'm not ashamed of my confidence, but that’s not why I said it. What you're failing to account for is you."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at you, you’re all-sex tonight. A nymph pulled out of a damn fantasy. If he had a chance with you, I'm sure he'd try his best, but you'd burn him up. Two minutes at the top end. Who knows? Your hand might be enough. So no, no jealousy. I'm happy to agree with your terms."
"We have a deal. And now I'm tempted to test your theory." said Harper, sitting up. She was buzzing from their encounter but felt like she was getting the best of Mr. Sewell.
"Your choice, but if you walk away unsatisfied, feel free to come back and we can confirm that our previous agreement has been voided, multiple times if necessary."
"We'll see about that." She was very amused, indulging in his attention. Mathias still maintained his signature nonchalance, but Harper could tell he was disappointed to see her slipping away.
"Kyle! You're going to escort this young woman to — wherever she's going." said Mr. Sewell.
Kyle was only pretending to be busy at that point and was ready to make a fast exit, but his wife wasn’t quite ready, not wanting to leave without acknowledging her host.
“Thanks for tonight.” she said to Mathias, looking up into his eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was still but long and when their lips finally uncoupled, there was a pregnant moment with their faces very close to one another. Harper finally came to her senses and she and Kyle left in haste.
"You're taking me to your room. By the way, how was your night, because mine was strange? I think I just gave your boss blue-balls." said Harper, holding tightly to Kyle's arm.
Kyle let Harper’s enthusiasm take the lead but felt a mix of wretchedness and arousal as he remembered watching her kiss his boss. She'd been teasing him for hours, but they'd finally get to be alone. Kyle’s room was several floors down, and he tried to make a move on the elevator, but she shut him down. He could wait a little longer.
"Sit on the bed." said Harper, directing Kyle when they entered his modest accommodation. "There's something I want to try." She helped him take down his pants and underwear then he sat as ordered. His penis sprang to full attention, and she pursed her lips and nodded in appreciation. "Looks like you're ready to go."
"Yeah. Not a lot of action the past few days. What's that for?" asked Kyle.
Harper knelt in front of him and took out her phone. She had an idea for continuing their game and wasn't going to ruin it by consulting Kyle about the details ahead of time. Harper undid just one more button of her blouse and took Kyle's dick in her hand. He watched how her breasts hung against the thin fabric of her top while she set her phone's timer for two minutes and started it. Kyle was putty in her hands and sat at the edge of the bed while Harper took the lead.
"So, Mathias, your boss, knows we're together right now. Or, at least, he highly suspects it." said Harper.
"What did you tell him?" said Kyle
"Well, a lot of things. He doesn't know we're married, but you made it obvious how obsessed you are with me. Loser."
She stroked him slowly with one hand, in a simple, dispassionate motion.
"Mathias was laying it on thick tonight. He even asked if he and I could have a little sleepover, but I told him that was too far. When he mentioned your apparent interest in me we made a little agreement, or rather, changed an agreement we had."
"What kind of agreement?"
"Where do I start? When he drove me home from the hockey game, we made a deal. We agreed that we wouldn't have sex, but I had to admit the truth. He knew I wanted to have sex with him." Kyle felt a surge of excitement as his wife disclosed new details of her first night out with his boss, but he kept quiet, so she'd continue. "Mathias didn't ask for anything directly tonight, but he told me he was very interested in renegotiating our previous agreement. You know, so we’d no longer be bound by the pesky restriction keeping us from fucking. I told him I'd hear him out, but his first offer was too one-sided. I countered, suggesting he make you escort me back to my room, or your room if that’s where night took us, and we ended up here. The main point, and I want to make this crystal clear, is that you probably want to keep me away from your boss in the future.
Oh! And the timer. I suggested that Mathias might be a little jealous to see me leave with you. He claimed you weren't up to pleasing me, that you wouldn't last two minutes, but you're doing great. We're almost done." She lowered her face near Kyle’s erection but continued to touch him exclusively with her hand. Harper looked at him with a suggestive grin, cocking one eyebrow. "You know, Mathias told me, if you can't hold out and leave me unsatisfied, I should meet him in his room. You can probably guess what we’d do once I got there. Do you need me to stop?"
That was the main question, but Kyle let the moment continue. His body began to stiffen as Harper proceeded to work his erection with her right hand. She maintained an uninspired pace, but her words tantalized him, and she looked in his eyes with a hungry, seductive expression. Harper started to tell Kyle about another dirty moment between her and his boss when it happened. She could tell by his face and had him lean back to angle his penis away from her. She held it daintily at the base, massaging the base with a couple of fingers while her husband ejaculated on his stomach and shirt. As he laid there, feeling satisfied and pathetic, his dick shriveling before his unsatisfied wife, the timer on her phone began to ring.
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