It was a first time for both of them. He'd been on to her for a long time to fuck another guy. I met her clubbing when she was in a hen party, but her friends got hooked up or drifted to other rooms. We were chatting and dancing it was all nice together and when friends vanished I was careful to keep on past the slow dance. There was snogging in the corner. On the street. Anyway, after telling me about hubby's pushing her, she finally came back to my hotel room and stayed with me there until Sunday morning. Not always in the room. Room service breakfast but we went out for lunch dinner more clubbing. First night she lied to hubby saying she was staying with a friend. Next night she told him, then after the call she told me she had to take me home in the morning. Got there, it was a new experience. He looked upset, she gave him a kiss and I knew it had cock breath having sucked me earlier and he shook my hand(!) that I knew had been fingering his wet wife on the way there. "I wanted to be there" he said. "You're here now!" and she led me upstairs. Hubby was beside himself and was pulling off his clothes. She was kissing me and without looking at him she just pointed at a chair near the bed. "But I ..." and she kept pointing. His face was a strange mixture of excited and miserable. (He'd expected to join in.) I saw it but she just ignored him the whole time. He sat, and watched us perform in front of him but just for us. That's where he was when he shot over himself when I came in her. I asked her about it later in the shower and although she enjoyed the freedom she wanted him to feel the consequences of what he'd pushed her to do. She cut him off then for four months but relented because she didn't really want to wreck the marriage. I saw her again on a later trip and asked how it was going. How had she done? She held up a hand with all fingers spread.