Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: It’s Not Cheating if My Wife Wants To Join — Part 10

“I just thought I could come down here, get a little drunk, and get uninhibited with my husband. Who knows? Maybe we end up trying something we’ve never done before.”

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Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

The following morning, I ate breakfast alone. I still don’t know for sure if Sasha was exhausted from last night’s festivities, or if she just didn’t want to talk about it. The few words we exchanged that morning were focused on sales and marketing strategies, and once we hit the conference, we didn’t see each other until the end of the day.

It wasn’t until we were back at the hotel bar, enjoying a cocktail, that we were able to discuss what had happened.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sasha broke the ice.

“I suppose it’s best that we do.”

“I had a good time. Did you?”

“Well, yeah, it was unexpected. At least, it was for me. I’m not sure how much you two had planned before I got there.”

“No, it was a surprise for me, too. If she had told me beforehand, I probably would have chickened out.”

We didn’t make it to the end of our conversation and my wife, Maria, entered the bar. She looked stunning, dressed in a little black dress that stopped just above her knees, and relatively low cut, showing off several inches of cleavage. Her blond hair cascaded over her left shoulder and down toward her breasts, ending near a pendant necklace I had purchased for her on our tenth anniversary. Black stiletto shoes completed the look.

She found me through the crowd and smiled broadly, clearly excited to see me. As she moved through the tables, it seemed like every guy in the bar followed her with their eyes. Sasha noticed me staring past her and turned to see Maria making her way to us. I felt Sasha slink as she saw my wife approach. No matter how sexy I think Sasha is, in her pantsuit, she was no match for my wife’s appearance.

Maria skipped past Sasha like she wasn’t even there and kissed me flush on the lips.

“H, honey!” she happily greeted me.

“Hi, babe!” I tried to match her enthusiasm.

I took her hand and turned her around to face Sasha.

“Honey, this is my friend and coworker, Sasha. We’re the only ones attending the conference.”

“Hi Sasha, it’s so nice to meet you! I hope I’m not disrupting anything by being here.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Maria. Brett talks a lot about you. And no, you’re not interrupting anything. Would you like a drink?”

“Actually, I’m famished. Do you think we could grab a table and eat something?” Maria replied, shifting her attention from Sasha to me.

“Uh, yeah, if there’s a free one in here. Or, we could go somewhere else?”

Maria quickly scanned the room and found a table near the corner.

“Got one,” she said. “Sasha, it was so nice to meet you. I promise he’s all yours tomorrow.”

Sasha bid Maria goodbye with a wave and a smile, and my wife took my hand and led me to the only free table in the room.

“She seems nice!” Maria said. “I don’t remember you mentioning a Sasha at work.”

“Truth is, we almost never work together. We just happened to get randomly assigned to the same work trip. But it’s been nice getting to know her. She just got married last month,” I offered, deterring any suspicion.

“That’s no surprise. She’s absolutely adorable.”

“Yeah,” I said, noticing a well-dressed man occupy the seat I had just abandoned, next to Sasha.

“Looks like you’re not the only one who thinks so.”

Maria turned over her shoulder to better understand what I meant. The guy was trying to chat with Sasha, but she wasn’t reciprocating.

“Ok, enough about work. What did you have in mind for tonight?”

“Oh, I didn’t have anything specific in mind. Just thought it would be nice to have a night alone. No chance of the kids interfering. No need to drive home. Have a couple of cocktails, get a little wild, maybe…”

“Well, now you have me curious.”

“Like I said, I don’t have a plan. Get a little tipsy, let’s see what happens.”

“Ok, I’m down for that.”

As Maria lowered her head, my eyes drifted beyond her to Sasha. The guy who had occupied my seat was still there, unable to take a hint. My wife caught my stare and for a minute I thought I was in trouble. She turned to see what I was looking at.

“Do you want to go over there and save her?” she asked me.

“No, Sasha can take care of herself,” I lied.

“She’s clearly annoyed. I should go over and rescue her.

Before I could even react, Maria made her way to Sasha, tapped her on the shoulder and when Sasha turned, she grabbed her hand and led her to our table. Maria pulled a chair from a neighboring table and squeezed Sasha between us at the table built for two. Her ample cleavage jiggled a bit as she plopped back down in her chair.

“Thanks for the save, Maria. But really, I don’t want to intrude on your night. Brett said he was really looking forward to a night away from the kids.”

Maria looked at me with wide, almost teary eyes, and smiled.

“Really, he said that?”

“Yes, I did. Sorry, I hope you don’t mind that I mentioned it to Sasha,” I intervened.

“Of course, I don’t mind! It’s not like it’s some secret why a wife would be spending a night with her husband away from their kids.”

Maria took another sip from her glass, and looked around us, before continuing.

“Besides,” she said, “I hope he is excited. I said we might get a little bit wild tonight.”

I froze but Sasha smiled and seemed to appreciate my wife’s loose tongue.

“Oh really?” she pried. “Care to elaborate?”

Maria chuckled, then turned to me.

“I like her,” she said.

Well, how about that? Me, too.

I called the waiter and ordered another round of drinks. As we waited for him to return, the conversation drifted to Maria and Sasha’s jobs. What the fuck was happening? How did we get here? They were giggling like they’d known each other for years. Maria even put her hand on Sasha’s wrist, and she seemed totally at ease with it.

“So, seriously, Maria… what do you mean by wild?” Sasha asked, and I almost spilled my drink.

My wife shrugged her shoulders and giggled, an indicator that she was starting to feel a little tipsy.

“I don’t have anything specific planned. I just thought I could come down here, get a little drunk, and get uninhibited with my husband. Who knows? Maybe we end up trying something we’ve never done before.”

There was an awkward pause, begging for someone to say something. The conversation could have gone in any direction at that point. Sasha could have bowed out and excused herself. Any one of us could have cracked a joke and changed the subject. I could have forced a change of subject by pointing out how uncomfortable this was making me, but… Sasha took things in a different direction.

“You mean, like…anal?”

It was a record-scratch moment; the music switched between songs, and every other conversation in the entire room hit a pause at the exact same time. It felt like all eyes were on our table, including mine.

“Well, no, not specifically. But also not…necessarily…not…?” my wife continued after a few seconds.

“Maria!” Sasha gasped in mock shock.

No doubt, all the men within earshot were fantasizing about flipping my wife’s skirt up and fucking her ass. Good job, Sasha!

“Wait!” Sasha nearly yelled, clearly feeling the effects of all that gin she gulped. She grabbed Maria’s wrist, then lowered her voice to continue.

“Is that why you invited me over here, Maria? To get me into a threesome?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My worlds were colliding, and Sasha was encouraging it. What happened to her rules?

Maria burst into laughter and Sasha followed her.

“No,” my wife said, “I was hoping to do something I’ve never done before.”

“Ohh. Maria! No! You?”

Fuck! This was spinning out of control.

“I mean, don’t we all experiment a little in college?” Maria said, looking over at me and winking.

This was news to me. I wasn’t aware that Maria had hooked up with girls in college… Why wouldn’t she tell me?

“But…” Maria paused, “this would classify as pretty wild, wouldn’t it?”

Sasha smiled but remained silent, waiting to hear my opinion before responding.

“Girls, wait a minute,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, this is every guy’s dream, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Maria asked. “I think she’s beautiful. Don’t you agree?”

Sasha flipped her hair over her right shoulder and turned to face me. Her eyebrows were raised as if to say, “Well, don’t you, you prick?”

“I…yes…of course I do. But we work together.”

My wife shrugged.

“Not really.”

I looked over to Sasha, almost begging her to back out. This was going too far. But perhaps my intoxicated begging looked like something else because Sasha was definitely on Maria’s side.

“I’m down. I don’t know what my husband would think, but I’ll trust you both to keep this between us.”

The expression in Maria’s eyes was one of hope. I believe that she didn’t come here with a plan, but three glasses of wine in, and this seemed to be exactly what she needed.

“Tell you what,” I said. “I feel like I’m not adding any value to this conversation. I’ll go pay the bill, then head up to my room. You two decide if this is really something you want to do. Deal?”

“Yes, boss!” Sasha said, mocking the severity of my speech.

Maria yelped at her response, reacting as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. She clenched Sasha’s hand tighter as they both laughed at me.

I paid the bill and then headed toward the elevators. I was a little dizzy but managed to make it to my room in one piece. I cracked the window as far as it would go, hoping the fresh air would bring me back to the present. Then I countered that by opening a bottle of beer from the minibar. I removed my jacket and tie and tossed them on the floor.

Sitting in the chair by the bed, I reflected on where I was. I decided that I had actually made a pretty good call, leaving it up to the two of them to determine the next steps. If Maria came back to the room, I’d fuck her senseless before she even took her dress off, and I’d be more than happy with that. If they both came back, it was their choice to do so. The only issue there was if Sasha and I showed a bit too much affection, but at this point, I’m not sure Maria would even recognize it.

Minutes passed and there was no knock on my door. This confused me further. Did they both go into Sasha’s room? If so, why? Did they decide not to do it? Are they still downstairs?

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and that was followed by a knocking on my door. I took a deep breath, finished off the bottle of beer, and opened the door. Maria was standing there alone, with an urgent look on her face.

“Honey, something’s wrong!”

“What is it?” I said, suddenly in a panic.

“The babysitter just called to say that she left and the kids are home alone!”

“No! That’s impossible. Where is she?”

Maria reached to her left, beyond the doorframe.

“She’s right here,” she said, pulling Sasha into view.

“What?” I said as confusion reigned.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was roleplaying. I couldn’t believe my wife, the mother of our kids, would resort to pretending our kids were in danger in order to make it seem so real. Sasha was wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top that revealed a bit of her abdomen. I guess this is what they were doing. They went to Sasha’s room to try and make her look like a babysitter.

I stepped backward, suggesting that whatever happened next probably shouldn’t happen in the hall. They both entered, and Sasha put her hand on my chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a pouty voice, trying to sound like a naughty teenager. “But I really need a hard cock between my legs, mister.”

Maria couldn’t stop laughing.

At this point, what was I supposed to do? My wife wanted me to enjoy it. They had been allowed plenty of opportunities to back out or change their mind. And yet here they were: my wife encouraging Sasha to fuck me. I allowed myself to join in.

“There’s only one way to do that,” I said, removing my belt.

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