Strictly Business

Our second time together was much different. Slower. Softer. We showered together, Beth working through her plan for me to watch her and Chase have sex. As we soaped up the conversation had us both getting excited. We slowly brought ourselves along, cumming together. It was, quite honestly, rather romantic.

The plan set and both of us sexually satisfied - at least for now - we dressed and went to dinner. So much had happened in the last 90 minutes. So much had changed between us. Still, this dinner felt familiar. We picked at our food, joked about other people in the restaurant (seriously, I don't know how some people go out wearing the clothes they do), and enjoyed each other's company, just as we'd done time and time before.

On the ride back up the elevator to our rooms, though, I tensed up. Zero hour was drawing closer. Was I actually going to watch Beth and her husband fuck? Be in the same room? And then "do what comes natural," as Beth put it? Could I go through with this? Could any of us?

Beth must have sensed my uncertainty as we got to our rooms. She walked over, gave me a hug, and looked into my eyes. "Listen, Gwen, if you're having second thoughts, I get it. I'd be lying if I wasn't questioning this whole thing myself."

I closed my eyes and nodded, feeling a sense of relief as an out presented itself.

"We'll follow the plan for now. I'll text you when he gets back. The door is already set. All you need to do is listen and then it's your choice what to do next. I promise I'll be happy with you no matter what you decide."

I smiled back at my friend. "And if I don't, what then?"

Beth chewed on that a moment. "If you don't, I still have to tell Chase what happened between us. I can't keep that kind of secret from him. And then we'll just see where it goes."

She smiled and tears formed in her eyes. We hugged again.

"Alright," she said. "I'm going to finish getting myself ready. We're good?"

"We're good."

"Good," Beth said, adding with a wink, "I hope to see you soon."

We entered our rooms, doors closing behind us, as the clock ticked closer to 9.

--

The *ding* from my phone came about 15 minutes later. "He's back and in the shower," Beth's message read. "Almost time!" She followed that with a series of heart and eggplant emojis, making me laugh and, for a moment, settling the butterflies in my stomach.

I didn't have anything sexy to wear, since I hadn't intended on doing anything sexy (at least with other people) on this trip. Beth assured me that was OK earlier. "I didn't pack any lingerie," she'd said. "I'll just be waiting for him naked. That usually does the trick." I'd changed out of my dinner clothes and into some sleep attire. A pink, sleeveless shirt with thin straps over my shoulders up top. Soft, gray, very short shorts that hardly covered my ass down below. This would have to do.

I opened my side of our adjoining rooms, sat back on my bed, and waited.

The "plan" really wasn't much of a plan, at least beyond the first few minutes of how this would work. The text alerting me to Chase's arrival was first. My entryway had already been prepared, too, before dinner, when Beth put tape over the latch of their door. That, combined with her leaving the deadbolt undone, would leave nothing apparent to the eye, but also leave nothing to stop me from opening it quietly.

I was to wait until I heard them. "I'll be extra loud, just in case," Beth had said with a smirk. "I'll make him shower when he gets back, so he'll already be undressed. Then I'll wait for him in bed."

It was this talk that got us both going again and led to our shower fun earlier.

"I'll be aggressive with him...he likes that," she said with a little laugh. "Then I'll start sucking him off. When you hear him talking about me blowing him, that's your cue."

I was supposed to enter and sit near the bottom of their bed, by where Beth would be, and that's when she told me to just "do what comes natural." We hadn't set any parameters for what that meant, but Beth's reasoning was Chase's mind would be so set on sex at that point he wouldn't freak out with my arrival. "Then, whenever we're done, we'll tell him about earlier today."

If that sounds like a bad plan with a lot of holes in it, you're not wrong. It was definitely a very bad plan with a whole lot of holes in it. Deep down, we both knew that. This was more of a Hail Mary play than anything else. When we came clean, I knew I would be in deep shit for listening in on Chase and Beth multiple times. Beth knew she would be in deep shit because, even though we agreed it was every guy's fantasy, she'd technically cheated on her husband and then secretly plotted to bring his subordinate into their bed.

The real chances of Chase saying "fuck it" and just going along, no questions asked, were somewhere between slim and none. But we didn't say that part out loud. We didn't want to go there. It was too terrifying.

Now, though, I was there. Terrified. This wasn't going to work. In fact, it had a chance of making things even worse, if that were somehow possible. In my mind, Chase and Beth would, eventually, be OK. In time, they'd come to terms with what had happened, and he'll probably end up begging Beth to tell him about her encounter with me over and over. His wife with another woman is a thought that probably crossed his mind a time or two before.

But me and Chase? We were finished, right? I'd have to resign and find a new job. There wouldn't be any way I could look him in the eye again, and I doubt he'd be able to look at me, either. I'd betrayed his trust when I listened to them having phone sex, again when I very deliberately listened to them actually having sex, and then I seduced and fucked his wife. OK, maybe I didn't actually seduce her, but I'm far from the hero of this story.

"Hey there, stud. I've been waiting here for you all day long."

Beth's voice broke me from my doom spiral. It was almost time. Almost time for me to make my grand entrance, to finish off our ridiculous plan. I stood and walked to the door.

I can't do this.

I closed my eyes tight, took a deep breath, and let it out through my mouth. I reached out to my door to close it.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, Beth. You drive me wild. So fucking sexy, baby. Your mouth, your hands, you're incredible." She'd started. Just a few inches of whatever shitty material these doors were made of separated me from the sight of Beth with Chase's cock in her mouth. I pictured them on their bed, a corner of it open, waiting for me.

Was Beth looking at the door out of the corner of her eye? She had to be doubting me by now. Shit! What am I going to do?

This is your fantasy, Gwen, isn't it? This is a chance for your fantasy to become reality. Sure, it will probably explode and totally ruin your life, but if this is ever going to happen, no matter how unlikely, this is it. And Beth! God, that was so hot today, so good. If I don't go through this door now that's over, for sure, forever.

I steadied myself on the doorframe. "Ohhh, Beth. Suck my cock. Suck it so good, so deep. Fuuuuuck."

My right hand let go of my door. My left hand reached toward theirs. I pushed it softly. It opened quietly. And I stepped through.

--

Neither of them saw me, at least at first. Positioned between his legs, Beth's head was bobbing up and down, her right hand stroking Chase's cock as she sucked him.

Chase was laid out on the bed, one hand pinned behind his head, the other placed on his chest. His eyes were closed, enjoying his wife's oral skills.

For a moment I just stood there. Beth looked so fucking sexy. Her heavy breasts swung below her chest as she worked Chase's cock, moaning softly. I noticed now her left hand was between her thighs.

And then there was Chase. Yup, that's my boss, totally naked, just a few feet in front of me, having his dick sucked. Nothing about this was normal and so much of my brain was screaming at me to turn and run.

Instead, I took another step forward toward the bed. Sensing my presence, Beth's eyes connected with mine. She smiled. Well, her eyes smiled. Her mouth was presently occupied. I took another step. Then another. Finally, I sat down on the bed.

The slight shift in weight caused Chase to move his head and open his eyes. "Fucking hell, Beth," he said, smiling as he gazed down at his wife. "God, your mouth feels so fucking good."

He glanced in my direction and smiled. It was a smile I'd seen many times before. Not a sexy smile by any means. Just a warm smile. A "hello" kind of smile. I smiled back, and then he returned his eyes to the top of Beth's head.

Holy shit! Gwen was right. This is going to be OK!

And that's when a look of confusion swept across Chase's face, quickly followed by outright panic. "Gwen!?! What the fuck? Gwen!?!" His legs kicked out, nearly knocking Beth off the bed, as he scrambled for some covers. "What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing in here?!?"

The smile was long gone from my face, too. I started to get up and this time it was Beth reaching blindly for me. "Wait! Stay, Gwen. Don't you move a fucking muscle. Chase, calm down."

Chase was now standing next to the bed, a thin sheet wrapped around his waste that was, frankly, not doing much to conceal him. In fact, I had a better view of his cock than before, when it was obscured by Beth's mouth and hand.

"Calm down? What the hell are you talking about, Beth? Gwen, get out of here!"

"Chase," Beth said, steadily. "I love you. Calm down. Sit down. Shut up. Let me talk for a minute, OK, sweetie?"

Chase's eyes kept darting between his naked wife and clothed colleague, his brain misfiring as it tried to make sense of the situation. One of these people belonged here, and one certainly did not.

He stared daggers at Beth and looked like he was about to shout again when he stopped. He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and sat as far away as possible from the two other women in his bed.

"Talk. Fast."

"I'll try," Beth said, taking a deep breath of her own. "You know how we've talked about inviting another lover to our bed, baby? Well, we finally found one. It's Gwen!" She put her hands out in my direction, as if to say "tah-dah" and present me.

I offered a hesitant smile, silently cursing Beth. Probably not the best time for funny stuff, friend!

Chase did not seem amused and sat silently.

"OK, OK, OK, no more jokes," Beth said. "I'm sorry, honey, and I'm sorry for the surprise. A lot happened today and I have a lot to tell you, but this IS our fantasy, right? It's what we've talked about so many times."

She moved closer to him on the bed, but Chase stiffened and she stopped a few inches from him. He closed his eyes and began to speak.

"You and I, in our private, personal time, have talked about this, and you not only shared that information with Gwen, my colleague, but INVITED HER INTO OUR BED?"

"You're getting caught up in a lot of the details I think we should skip for the time being," Beth said.

"Beth, stop. I just, I can't, just...give me a minute here," Chase said, rubbing his temples.

Beth looked over to me, a bit of fear in her eyes. I offered what I hoped was a reassuring smile, but it surely betrayed my own rising panic. This is what I had feared. It's what we both had feared, right? And it's exactly what we knew would happen.

"Gwen," Chase finally said. "If you would like, I'll arrange a call with HR in the morning. If you want to leave me out of your conversation with them, I'll understand that, too. I'm very sorry about all of this."

"I'm not."

Oh, boy. That was my voice. Out loud. I said that.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not sorry, Chase. I'm not sorry about being here. I'm not sorry about this," I said. "I wanted to see this. I've wanted to see this for a while now."

Somehow, those words seemed to help Chase relax a bit. Trust me, it was only a small bit, but it was noticeable across his broad, bare shoulders.

Focus, Gwen!

"Explain," he said.

"A few months ago, during our last trip here, I heard you," I said. "Well, more accurately, I listened to you. I listened when you and Beth had phone sex."

Chase's eyes went wide. "Wait a second, you listened to us where? There," he pointed, "at that doorway?"

"Yes."

He smiled and shook his head. "I knew I heard something. I fucking knew it! Did you kick the door or something?"

"I dropped my phone when I came."

"Your phone! Fuck! I told myself I'd imagined it, or that it was something a floor above, or below, but I knew it sounded too close," he said proudly, like he'd solved a case. Then his brain caught up to the rest of my sentence and his smile disappeared. 'When you...when you..."

"When she came, dear," Beth said, helping the conversation along. "She caught us having phone sex and played with herself until she came so hard, she dropped her phone."

Chase nodded slowly. "OK..."

"And then again last night," I continued. "I opened my side of the door, I sat, and I listened to you guys having sex in here."

Chase's face was hard to read. He didn't look angry anymore. He had looked worried for a while before, too, and now that was gone as well.

"OK, so you listened to us, last night," Chase said, trying to work it out, "you listened - "

"To us fuck, Chase. She listened to us fucking," Beth said, somewhat impatiently. Was her hand moving between her legs? Now, Beth? Really?

Chase shot his wife a glare before returning to me. "But that doesn't explain why you're here right now. What am I missing?"

Oh boy. Time for the coup de gras. The sliver of hope I was clinging to rested precariously on the next few moments. I looked back at Beth and she looked at me. I wasn't saying a word. I'd given my confession. This was between wife and husband.

Beth smiled at me and reached out, taking my hand, before she turned back to her husband. It could have been taken as a sign of affection, but I read it more as a plea for support. I grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly.

"This afternoon, after we'd gone to the pool, Gwen and I had sex in her room," Beth said matter-of-factly. "We shouldn't have - I shouldn't have, honey. My God, I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you."

She was crying now. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her naked breasts.

"I am so, so sorry. Things just got out of hand and one thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening, Chase," Beth was talking quickly now, bordering on rambling. "Fuck! How could I have done that? And twice!"

Could've left that part out for now, Beth.

"Shit. Shit. Shit! Oh my God, babe. I love you so much, I am so sorry, I just-"

"Beth, honey, calm down," Chase said. I caught the "honey" in there and my heart leaped in my chest. I still didn't know how our fucked up situation was going to play out, but that one word, said with love, told me they were going to be alright. He continued.

"We can talk more about it another time," he said. "You two were at the pool, you were drinking, wearing your sexy little bikinis - no offense," he looked at me for approval.

"None taken," I replied with a smile.

He smiled back. "And something happened. Something I'm going to have trouble keeping out of my head."

We all laughed.

"Beth, I love you."

"You forgive me?

He laughed again. "I forgive you." He embraced his wife, then kissed her, lovingly. His eyes traced her outstretched arm, which was still holding my hand.

"But this, well, I don't know about this, honey. I mean, yes, we've talked about a threesome, but no matter what happened between the two of you, Gwen and I still work together. I'm still her boss. I don't see how this could possibly work."

He looked at me. Beth was quiet, her head resting on his chest. Everything he'd said was spot on. How could this possibly work? And then I thought back to last night, and the night before, and the many nights before that. I'd gotten myself off so many times to the fantasies of Chase, Beth, and me, and still managed to function, right?

"May I ask a question, Chase?"

He chuckled at my formality. "Shoot."

"Have I been a good employee for the last few months?"

"As always."

"Have things been awkward between us?"

"No," he said, now looking puzzled.

Well, here we go, Gwen. Time to show your cards. I took a deep breath, let it out, and started.

"Almost every night since I first heard you two, I've been dreaming about this. My fantasies have been about nothing other than seeing you two have sex, and even," I hesitated for a moment, "and even thinking about you having sex with me."

Chase's eyes went wide at my admission. Before he could interrupt, I pressed on, suddenly feeling unburdened. The truth sets you free, right?

"Yes, I've thought a lot about you fucking me. I've laid in my bed at home, playing with myself, fucking myself with my vibrator, thinking about you making love to me, thinking about watching you make love to your wife. I brought that same vibrator with me on this trip, and last night, while you two had sex in here, I was sitting right on the other side of that door, fucking myself with it until I came right along with you both."

Beth had turned her head to face me now. She held my hand as I continued.

"Our meetings today were great, like always. My work - our work - has gone off without a hitch. I've been able to keep things professional at work, just like always. This," I said, motioning to the three of us, "doesn't need to change that. Heck, I don't even know if I can or want to actually fuck you, I just-"

"Gwen, OK," Chase said, laughing. "Point made. I get it. But that's totally different. Those are fantasies. This is reality. This would be real. This IS real. And real things change things."

We all sat silently for a moment, thinking that over. Beth spoke first.

"Gwen, you weren't sure if you would go through with coming over here tonight, were you?" I nodded. "What were you afraid of? Not the part about Chase being upset. The part about the future?"

"I suppose I was afraid of how he'd look at me, about how we'd be able to work together. About whether he'd still respect me as a colleague."

"And Chase, honey, what are you afraid of?"

"A giant fucking lawsuit."

We all laughed again before Chase continued. "But seriously, I guess I'd be most afraid of anyone finding out. Gwen, I'll always respect you no matter what, but if other people find out you're screwing your boss, even if we don't get into a shit ton of trouble and lose our jobs, people would look at you, they'd look at us, very differently."

"So, that settles it," Beth said. "Work is work and play is play. What happens in the bedroom, or the shower," she said, flashing me a smile, "doesn't go beyond those walls. Your professional lives go on as they always have, just now with a few...benefits after hours."

"It's not that simple, honey," Chase replied.

"Of course it's not. Sex is never simple. But you can't tell me you don't want this. I can feel your cock, you know. It's still pretty hard for someone so worried about work shit." Chase shifted his body in an attempt to regain some modesty. "But so long as you two go into this with the best intentions, intentions to not let it affect your careers, why not trust that? You two have built an awful lot of trust over the years, right? Whether you realize it or not, you care a lot about each other already, about your successes, and wouldn't ever do anything to hurt each other."

"But Beth, still-"

"Chase," she said, cutting him off, "answer me one question, honestly, OK? If you can honestly tell me no, I'll shut up and if you want to end this before it starts, Gwen can go, we can lock the door, and we can deal with this tomorrow."

"Ummmm, OK," Chase said.

"Have you ever, even once in your life, had any sexual thoughts about Gwen?"