The Client's Wife in My Hot Tub

People who don’t know I run a big-sized marketing agency and a few months ago had a little experience I need to get off my chest.

One of my best clients came onboard a little over two years ago, and from day one, they were a dream. Clear vision, fast decisions, always paid on time. Easily one of the accounts that kept my company steady.

Most of my communication was with him. But over time, I got to know his wife too. She handled parts of their brand’s personal social presence, collaborations, and aesthetics. Smart, composed, always prepared.

Conversations drifted from campaigns to life. They started inviting me to dinners. Networking, technically but relaxed wine, laughter, familiarity. I noticed how she listened when I spoke, how her eyes lingered just a second longer than necessary. I told myself it was nothing. Professional admiration. Chemistry I imagined, we hang out, things like that.

Until the night it wasn’t.

I invited them for dinner at my house but her husband was running late. She arrived first. We started talking casually and at one point, the conversation stopped being about work altogether. She admitted she felt invisible lately. That she missed being seen as more than “the client’s wife.” I always found her really hot and attractive.

I should’ve shut it down right there.

Instead, I leaned in.

After few drinks, I jokingly suggested a dip in the hot tub. As a joke, she protested because she didn’t have a swimsuit with her obviously but surprisingly she agreed to take off the dress and get down to her bra and thong.

She helped me take off my shirt and left me in my black chinos only, we hold hands and started walking towards the tub. As she was getting into the hot tub I was super hard. She noticed my bulge and started rubbing it through my pants. I didn’t lose the second and grabbed her waist and began kissing her. I instantly grabbed her butt and started squeezing it. She took off her ring and put it on the vanity counter. I carried her up legs locked in my waist and pinned her to the wall. After making out for a good 10 minutes she jumped down on her feet and bent over against the vanity mirror and told me to fuck her raw. I did the same. I ripped her black thongs and pushed straight into her married pussy. Her hair was in my one hand and her throat was in another, I matched the rhythm. It felt so good, she started moaning loud and I started gasping. Pulling out was not the option then. I dumped my thick load in her and she collapsed in my arms. And we later took a shower very quickly because her husband is almost there and by the time we got dressed bell rang and we behaved as if nothing happened.

Ironically we didn’t use the hot tub after all lmao.

What messes with me is how normal everything stayed afterwards.

He still trusts me.

She still acts as if nothing happened.

The business never suffered.

Till today everything with my client continues to go on as if nothing happened