A Special Trip of Three (Part 1)

A Special Trip for Three
(Part 1): A Hotel Rendezvous
Around early June this year, Brother Zhang, with whom I had previously engaged in a threesome, and his colleague came to our place on a business trip. Around 10 a.m., Brother Zhang sent me a message saying he was there on a business trip. I invited him to lunch, but he declined because he had work to do and a colleague was also there.
Around 6 p.m., Brother Zhang told me he had finished his work and returned to the hotel, sending me a photo of the hotel. The environment was excellent, arguably the best hotel in our area, and it even had a luxury suite. He suggested that after finishing his business that evening, the two of us come to his place. I then called my wife to ask for her opinion. Initially, my wife was a little hesitant, considering the potential safety concerns at the hotel, especially since a senior leader from her company was also staying at the same hotel that night. She expressed her concerns and then hung up because she had to get busy.
On the way home, I was still thinking about how to comfort her. As soon as I got home, my wife called: "They said they're hosting a dinner for people from head office. The manager wants everyone from her department to go, and she asked me to take the kids out to eat. She might be back late." She also mentioned that when she delivered meeting materials, fruit, and snacks to the guest rooms, she ran into Brother Zhang and his group as she was getting out of the elevator and even greeted them. Coincidentally, they were staying on the same floor. I casually said, "That's perfect! It's easy for you to run into colleagues or acquaintances when you're going in and out of the elevator, it's company business." She laughed and said, "You're so good at making arrangements. I'll get busy now, we'll talk later."
I felt my wife wasn't so worried anymore. Brother Zhang also told me about running into my wife at the hotel and said he'd contact me when he was done.
After dinner, my husband picked up the kids, and I lay on the sofa imagining the "feast" that evening. I waited and waited, and it was almost ten o'clock. I sent them messages, but neither of them replied. I was so anxious! Around 10:40, Brother Zhang replied, saying he was done on his end, but the team leader insisted on playing cards and it would probably take a while. He told me to wait for his message. I didn't say anything, feeling like my day was ruined. Around 11:30, my wife said she had drunk some red wine and couldn't drive, so she asked me to pick her up. When I got to the hotel, my wife came out, her cheeks flushed, and seemed fairly lucid in the car. I called Brother Zhang to ask about his situation, but no one answered. My wife teased me, saying, "The plan's ruined, isn't it? He's probably busy. I'm feeling a bit unwell too, let's go home." I hung up, feeling a little disappointed, and drove out of the hotel. Just as I was almost at my apartment complex, Brother Zhang called, saying he'd finally gotten the team leader away. My lust reignited, and I turned around and headed straight for the hotel. My wife said, "Look at you, acting like a lecher. Did you bring a condom?" I pretended not to hear and asked her what she meant. She glanced at me and muttered, "A condom, huh? Why are you pretending?" I joked, "I didn't bring any, let's go braless today, we're all healthy."
When we got to the hotel, my wife and I, like lightning, rushed into the elevator. She casually pressed the 11th floor. Before I could even speak, she said, "Any questions? Didn't I tell you we met briefly before?" I was so caught up in my lust that I'd completely forgotten.
We entered the hotel suite, and just as we were closing the door, the phone rang. A bolt from the blue! I was frantic!
Frantic! Frantic.
"Hello?"
"Mission accomplished ."
"Huh?"
"It's not my shift."
"Stop talking nonsense, everyone!"
"Oh my god, I have something to do."
"Get back here right now!"
A million curses ran through my head. Who can understand my feelings? I'd been waiting all night, and now this happens again! Who can save me? But it was my duty, so I stopped complaining. After I finished the call, my wife said, "Something happened? Let's go then." I glanced back at Brother Zhang with a slightly apologetic look. He, too, seemed a little disappointed and said, "If it really doesn't work out, let's get together another time." Looking at the room's lighting and the three innocent, eager souls, it was practically a scene from a erotic painting. Then, a phone call ended the conversation, and the scene seemed so incongruous. I broke the awkward silence, comforting my wife, "You two chat for a bit, I should be quick." My wife replied, "No, I can't drive later." Just as we
were about to drive out of the parking lot, my wife said, "I forgot my bag."
The phone rang.
She declined the call.
"Honey, why don't you go upstairs and get it yourself? Brother Zhang can drive you down later, or you can come upstairs and wait a bit, I should be quick too."
We sped out of the hotel.

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