Hotel Fun.

The time was July 2010, so by now I was well used to having sex outside of marriage and was making my first steps in S & M experiences. Which then leads me onto the visit to Dublin with David my husband. We had gone over there on a Thursday morning, I was there to help David with a contract that was going badly for him and I was actually between jobs and able to take a couple of days away.

I was under no illusion that I was there to add some glamour and I got the impression that if needed I’d be ‘offered up for sex’ that for me it was exciting to be possibly used in a sordid way. If you have read my other stuff, you will know that by this time, David’s boss (and a couple of his colleagues) had used me sexually a few times since the Christmas party in late 2009. I’ve always had the impression that David’s boss may well have set this situation up for us.



That afternoon, we had gone to the meeting from out hotel in Dublin, with me wearing one of my special business suits (bought and paid for by my former Boss) just as I would have done, had I been at working in the Insurance company — Jacket with the mid thigh skirt, no blouse and no underwear, hold up stockings with high heeled shoes. Pretty standard attire for me to work at that time, although I would have usually worn a blouse with this suit as it was wide cut and low cut across the breasts.

When we met the two guys for the meeting, I was introduced as an associate and by my maiden name, rather than David’s wife. I knew enough about David’s business to hold my own in the conversations these guys were easy, especially as their eyes were all over me. Our business was completed within an hour, with them accepting all the discrepancies down to their company. However, they insisted that we join them for dinner that evening.

We were taken initially and at quite an early time to a small bar in town where we were the only ones in a small snug, which appeared to have been opened up for us, We then moved back to our hotel which had a restaurant in the basement. Apparently this hotel had a reputation for excellent food and wine.

So by the time we sat at our table, we’d all had quite a few drinks inside us on empty stomachs. At the time I’m writing this I cannot recall the names of our two hosts, so I’ll say Pat and Mick (good Irish names) they were both in their mid/late 40’s. David and I had by now planted the impression that we were office colleagues and although I was married, David and I were sharing a room that night. David had also planted the seed in their minds that I was as horny as a jack rabbit (I suppose that was true).

At the restaurant I did something that I had avoided so well before, as I sat down I instinctively undid the one and only button on the jacket and I didn’t realise I had done so. As I was opposite Mick and Pat they both had noticed, not that I was flashing my boob or anything, just that there was now a gap of flesh all the way down, proving their suspicions that there was no bra, blouse or any other underwear beneath my jacket. I only become aware of my gap after about our dinner as we sat drink a coffee and I decided I needed to use the ladies, as I stood up I felt my jacket was undone.