It's not surprising, perhaps, that the thought of your beautiful wife with a sexy – of course she'd be sexy – young woman is something you find at least a little erotic. Nor is it surprising that she notices, really. You've been together for all your adult lives. Longer, really.

Elizabeth might not've known that this would make you tick – how could she, when you hadn't even known yourself – but she can surely hear it now you are.

“Do you think that's sexy?” She asks, squirming sideways in her seat to face and smile at you. Her palm slides from the top of your leg to your inner thigh, and she can feel the answer of your hardening cock brushing her wrist. “You do!” Elizabeth exclaims. Its a little surprising for you too. “I'm so having girl tonight,” she murmurs amazedly. “Should we just go to a restaurant?” She asks suddenly.

“Or?” You question. You hadn't imagined that there'd be another option.

“Or we go to a hotel, maybe one where a conference is in town. Hang out at the bar, maybe pick up a guest. Maybe let a guest pick us up, take us back to her room...” Elizabeth whispers seductively, gently massaging your through your trousers.

“Liz,” you ask, “what unregistered woman is going to be stupid enough to take a vore who looks like you back to their room?”

She actually blushes, squeezing you more tightly than she'd perhaps intended, but fortunately not so hard you're damaged. It's even a little enjoyable. “These places have room-service,” she admits – and how does she know this, anyway? “The expectation is that she'll order in for you.”

“You've... done this before, then?” You probe gently.

“No!” She protests. “Not this. I don't cheat on you. If I let a woman take me to her room, or invite her to mine... it's not for sex,” she admits.

“And the room-service?”

“If the school sends me out on a conference, or a training-day, well,” she blushes a little, “it's a claimable expense, so...”

Of course it is. There's laws against vore creating a vacancies in a job they want, and at management levels its actually sometimes enforced. But there's always ways around such things, a friend of a friend or somesuch. And the loophole about interviewees is wide enough for a vore to swallow them whole.

“Besides, if we ditch the wedding rings, she'll certainly think that-” Elizabeth cuts off.

“That you've brought me along as take-out!” You blurt, surprised. “Have you seen... I mean...”

“Sorry,” she says, blushing again and leaning in to peck your cheek.

“So, hotel or restaurant?” She asks.