She had been waiting at the hotel bar for her husband. She was in a smooth, green dress that had a low back, and was cut a few inches above her knee; it highlighted her fresh tan, strong legs, and her pert bubble butt. She sipped on a margarita, for all of a few moments, before she was approached by a man. She fended him off, pointing to her ring, ensuring he knew that she was married. Not that she blamed him, she was looking good. She knew it, her husband knew it and she liked knowing that others did, too.
Her husband was getting back from a meeting, then a jog to relieve stress and was showering. They'd then hit the city nightlife after a drink or two at the bar. They couldn't always escape from home but this was their long-weekend away.
He was maybe 45 minutes late, she was done with her first drink. Another was brought to her. The barkeep pointed towards a man across the room. She nodded and waived with her ring finger. The tall man came over, regardless, and was very direct.
"A man married to you should not allow you in public if he knew what was good for you."
She flushed, but she did drink the drink. His name was Ewing and he was in town for business. Maybe late forties, strong and salt and pepper. Her type if she admitted it to herself. They got on well enough. He complimented her continuously and told her he was curious of how ornate her panties are. He was betting on lacey white panties; maybe similar to her wedding night panties. He told her as much and she blushed, confirming that they were.
Time was moving by too fast. Her husband was 90 minutes late, hadn't responded to her texts. She was worried but thought maybe he needed an extra long jog.
The man looked at his watch, "I wouldn't leave you waiting, miss, I always come on time." He winked.
She laughed, but thought of what the man cumming might actually look like. Her cunt contracted and she could feel herself getting wet. He was touching her lower back and she was feeling loose after the drinks. No one knew she was waiting for her husband; but what if he saw? What if he came down from his shower and saw his wife getting groped or fondled by this stranger. Her brain sent more signals to her pussy. Her nipples got hard and the gentleman noticed, smiled, his plan working - almost all too well. He was enjoying himself but, the young woman, now noticing the time and getting more worried about her tardy husband, needed to depart.
