It was quite late on a midweek evening and the hotel bar was fairly empty. That's why I was surprised when she took the stool next to me. I tried not to be too obvious, pretending to check messages on my phone, but even a blind man would have noticed her as soon as she walked in the room. The devil on my shoulder told me she was hot for some action. The calmer voice on the other shoulder told me not to objectify this woman - this tall, curvy woman with dark curls cascading over her shoulders to midway down her tanned back, firm breasts held in place beneath the tight patterned fabric of her dress which clung to her waist and hips, her shapely legs finishing in nude high heels. My angel is worse than my devil, I thought. I was so engrossed in checking my phone that when she actually spoke to me I swear I looked behind me to check someone else hadn't walked up. I composed myself as quickly as I could, but when I looked up she was laughing at me - bright green eyes flashing in the dim light of the bar. "I'm sorry", I said, trying my hardest to not appear completely flustered. "Work are riding me really hard at the moment. Expect me to be on call 24/7. But you know, it's not important. I'm Chris", I mustered as I offered my hand in greeting. "Nichole. Pleased to meet you." She held my hand and gaze for just a little too long for this to be another bored business traveller breaking the tedium of being away from home. She was still smiling, and I swear I saw a flush of colour on her neck and cheeks. Finally she let go of my hand and returned it to the drink on the bar. "What brings you down here tonight, Nichole?", I asked, trying my best to avoid sounding like a pick up artist. She paused to take a sip of her drink, looked down at the bar and said "Listen, Chris. I'm just going to be honest with you because I don't really know how else to do this." Her voice was suddenly nervous and the tension in her raised my heart rate. What was wrong? What was going on? "My husband is away on business. In fact he travels a lot. And he has always wanted to me to take his absence as an opportunity to sleep with other men." She lifted her eyes towards me to measure the impact her words had had. All feeling had gone from my face. I had no idea how my expression was coming across. I had no idea what expression I had. I just knew I couldn't break eye contact to check in the mirror behind the bar. I felt a bit lost. Was this a scam? Was she going to rob me somehow? Was someone trying to set me up? Whatever my face was doing, my rising panic must have been obvious. She laughed again and swung her head down so her hair obscured her face. "Oh God! I just heard that myself just now and it must have sounded totally weird to you. Oh, what am I doing?" She looked up at me again. Even if this was a scam I was going to let myself go along with it for now. How many times does a beautiful woman approach you, I thought. Just let this play out. It could be fun. "Hey, it's fine. I'm pretty unshockable". I tried to hold her gaze as calmly as possible. "Tell me about it". She perked up. "Ok. Rob, my husband, has his own company and spends a lot of time on the road drumming up business. Sometimes he can be away for a week - even ten days. It's hard for us, but he's doing so well and he loves his work. So, you know, we do our best to make it all work". She had turned her stool towards me while she was telling me this. Her breasts and body were so tantalising I totally failed to keep looking her in the eye. Inwardly I told myself to try harder - she was telling me some pretty revealing stuff here. I should make it as easy for her as possible. I looked her in the eye and nodded for her to go on. "So when he gets back from his trips and we're together again we get to talking about stuff and how we can make it work better, you know?" "Of course!" I nodded eagerly, telling myself that I was looking more Mr Bean than Mr Bond and to calm down. Keep it together. "Well, one of the things we keep coming back to is how he would like me to have sex with other men while he's away." Her eyes broke away from man and circled upwards in an embarrassed way. She was definitely blushing this time. "He says the idea really turns him on and he will be so happy to know that I'm happy, too". Our eyes locked again. "OK", I said, as cooly and calmly as possible. "Is that... Is that really all you're going to say? I mean, is it? I'm telling you this that's all you can say? OK? I mean..." "Look", I jumped in holding a placatory hand. "Look. This is all new to me and it's completely taken me by surprise. And I suppose I'm a bit shocked. Hotel bars are normally stiflingly dull. Beautiful women don't normally approach me. Well, not even normally. They just don't." "Alright, look. I'm sorry", she said. "I'm sorry. I came here because Rob has lots of meetings and stuff here and he knows the place and he knows that I'll be safe here. It's his idea that I'm here at all. He says the guys who stay here are usually independent and successful and probably intelligent. And that all of them are horny all the time." We both laughed at that. "Well, Rob's got that right!" She reached into her purse for her phone. She pressed it eight or ten times and then showed me a map with two dots on it. Both were blinking. Both were on different sides of the country. "Look. This is where I am. Where we are, I mean. And this is Rob all the way over there." She zoomed in to her dot showing it blinking away in the hotel. "Rob knows where I am. He knows why I'm here." She reached into the phone case and pulled out a business card and gave it to me. It had Rob's name on it and a number. "Have you got a card? I'll get him to text you so you know it's ok with him." I fumbled through my jacket pockets, almost giving her one of my colleague's cards instead. My hands were shaking as I handed it to her. "Thanks", she said, and reached out to take the keycard from the little cardboard wallet that lay on the bar next to my untouched whiskey. "Finish your drink. Rob will text you. I'll be in your room when you're ready". She stood up and walked out of the bar towards the elevators. I was so fucking horny watching her leave it took a couple of minutes to realise that this was the scam - she'd be up in my room with a gang of thugs now, ripping it apart, taking all my valuables and my laptop. But I had my wallet and passport here with me. And all that was in my room is my laptop. And that's work's anyway, so I don't give too much of a shit about that. But that was a horny experience. A great story to tell my friends after a few beers. I might change the ending, though. Just then my phone pinged. Nearly scared me to death. I looked at the screen. A number I didn't recognise and four words. Go have fun Rob. I checked the number with the card Nichole had given me. It matched. I gestured to the barman, signed for the drinks and headed upstairs. As I walked along the corridor from the elevator to my room I have to admit I was keeping an eye out for thugs. I got to my door and found it being held open on the latch. I pushed it open and instinctively called, "Hello". There was no immediate reply, but my laptop was still on the desk and the room hadn't been ransacked. Light seeped under the bathroom door and it sounded like a tap was running. Nichole called through from the bathroom, "Get undressed. I want you on the bed!" Dutifully, I complied, although years of travel compelled me to hang my suit neatly in the wardrobe. I was sitting on the bed taking off my socks when Nichole opened the bathroom door, her perfect frame silhouetted by the bright lights. "Wow - it's dark in here. We're going to need to get some lights on", she said, walking around the room turning on every light. She looked me up and down. I'm 6'3" and keep myself in pretty good shape. I leaned back on my elbows letting her see my stiff cock straining against my underwear, the fat head clearly visible through the fabric. She looked me up and down. "Mmmm - I like what I see. Mind if I call Rob?" I was a little surprised, but maybe this was just another safety check before we got down to things. "Of course not. Go ahead" She pressed her phone and gestured to my underwear. "Lose those. Sit on the bed and stroke for me. I love watching men pleasure themselves." I didn't need asking a second time. I dragged my black knit shorts over my knees and threw them into the corner of the room, then wrapped my right hand round the shaft of my cock and began slowly stroking. She smiled at me over the top of her phone, then I noticed she was wearing earphones. Tiny wireless earphones. "Hey Rob, I'm here", she said looking into the blue glare of her phone screen. She began to walk across the room towards me. "And look who I'm here with", she laughed. "Yes, he is, isn't he?" She looked at me and said "He says you're a big boy!" "Oh. Tell him thanks." She knelt in front of me, standing the phone upright on my stomach so I could only see the tip of my cock over the screen as I kept on stroking. "Can you see the delicious pre-cum, Rob? You can? See how shiny it is? You want me to lick it off?" I kept stroking, jerking the base of my cock and stroking my balls with my little finger as she ran her tongue over the tip of my cock. "Mmmm, Rob. It tastes so good. Much different than yours. And the head is so big. Like a lovely lollipop." She took the head of my cock in her mouth, running her tongue round it, green eyes staring deeply into the blue glare from her phone, making "mmhhmmm" noises in answer to Rob's questions. I kept stroking and she kept taking me deeper and deeper, answering Rob's questions with muffled replies until she was taking me all into her throat and I had to move my hand out of the way. I was on the verge of blowing a big, sticky load in her mouth when she stood up and layed on the bed next to me, pushing her tit towards my mouth. She lifted her knees and spread them wide and turned to look at me. "Rob says it's my turn now." I sucked her offered nipple and let my hands work down her torso to her pussy, It was already soaking wet and invitingly warm and open. It was so hot being Rob's proxy, fucking his beautiful wife. Nichole described in every detail what I was doing, all the while looking intently into her phone screen, holding it inches from her face. She told her husband how I was playing with her clit and how good it felt when I slid a finger easily into her. She told him the pleasure she got when I pushed in a second finger and screamed a little when I moved down to lick her clit as well. Eventually her descriptive powers waned and she just whimpered, with the occasional "yeess" or "mmmhhmmm" thrown in. By her second orgasm her clit was swollen and shiny with juice. She looked at me again and said "Rob wants you to fuck me". I knelt in front of her and eased the tip of my cock between her wet lips and into her inviting hole. "Oh, Rob. It feels so good. He feel's so big. Fucking other men is so hot. You were right. You were right. I love you, too." She didn't say much as we fucked, but she pulled me close to her and held her phone over my shoulder so Rob could see her face and the back of my head. With her body she encouraged me to fuck her harder and harder until she came again, soaking my cock and balls with her juices. As she lay there, yesss-ing and mmmhmmm-ing into her phone screen I took her by the hips and turned her over. "He's spreading my cheeks, Rob. He's teasing my ass with a finger - oh god this is so great. Yes. Mmm. Yes. Oooh! He's licking me, Rob. Mmm. Yes. He's licking my ass. Holy fuck that's amazing!" She writhed herself against me for a few minutes, then I moved my body behind her. "Oh, Rob, He's going to fuck my ass. I really need a cock in my ass, Rob. Oh, this is amazing. Thank you, Rob." I pressed the tip of my cock against her puckered hole and she lifted her hips against me to ease me in. Her head sank into the soft white cotton bedding but her phone was still raised in the air. For the first time all evening I saw Rob's face. He smiled at me and mouthed the words "Do it". The tip of my cock disappeared inside her and we both let out a moan.