It was only a short walk to the apartment. We walked through the reception and went in the lift. Everyone was quite and I put this down to collective nervous anticipation.
The accommodation was lovely. Largely open plan with a huge corner sofa and a large screen tv with s modern kitchen and dining area. Four closed doors presumably led to the bedrooms and bathroom.
Sam prepared some drinks while I asked to be excused while I used the toilet. In there I called my husband and spoke with him quietly enough for no one else to hear. "Hi sweetie. I'm going to get fucked soon so I'll leave the phone on so you can listen."
My guy gave his approval. After all we had a bet on this and he did ask for proof! I imagined him beating his cock while he heard me moaning with a dick inside me.
Coming out of the toilet I saw Belinda and Craig on the sofa. He was already on top of her and had his hand up her skirt. Sam was sat at the opposite end watching them. I considered mounting him there and then but instead I held out my hand and said "Take me to bed."
I placed the phone behind my handbag on the bedside table checking that my husband was still connected. I told Sam that I loved a guy to talk dirty to me and treat me like a whore. He got it immediately and said, "Strip infront of me you filthy slut."
Sam had undressed and was already laid on the bed with cock in hand. I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. "That's right baby, stroke your cock for me." I teased him by slipping my fingers in and out of my panties - "My pussy is wet through sweetie." I bent over and showed him my ass - "Would you like to taste my arse?" I slowly revealed my tits - "My nipples are very hard aren't they?"
All the time I imagined my husband wanking hard while I acted like a dirty slag for a guy I'd only just met.