Late Night Visitations

While I had moved past my desire to find out who the other late-night visitors had been I got a partial answer to that question at the reception.

At the reception Cheryl and Paula (two of the sultry wives I discussed in the fourth paragraph of this tale) were feeling no pain, as a result of alcohol consumption. They were dancing up a storm, and being very friendly. At the venue where the reception was held the main men's and women's bathrooms were right next to each other, and there apparently was a duct between them. While alone in the men's room I heard Cheryl's and Paula's distinctive, and inebriated, voices coming through the duct from the women's bathroom. With slurs removed, this is what I heard:

Cheryl: "I guess there's no hope that Stephanie will ever ask us to visit Jeff late at night again, is there?

Paula: "Too bad; it was exciting and after I saw what a good fuck he was I liked him more, and I wore that pearl necklace he gave me all of the time."

Cheryl: "Maybe we can invest in another company with Stephanie and she can not only make us some big bucks but also a deal for late-night visitations with someone else."

Paula: "Unlikely...with her money now she..."

They were walking away from the duct so I couldn't hear the rest.

Nine months ago that conversation would have gotten me hard. I guess that I really, really did like Stephanie because it no affect on my cock. It did make me smile, however, that two sultry wives enjoyed their time with me.

My last thought after I washed my hands and returned to the reception was "I wonder if Cheryl's and Paula's husbands know what they'll do for financial independence?"