[This was written with some conceptual collaboration/inspiration from risquereads.]
You've always been a good, faithful wife; haven't you? Never cheated. Hell, you barely even acknowledge men who aren't your husband. And you've certainly never flirted with a married man. You have too much respect for your darling husband, and would never help some guy cheat on his wife.
Then what's happening right now?
Because I know you've noticed the ring on my finger. And you've mentioned your family during our conversation. Yet here we are, having a drink together in the bar at our hotel.
I know you never intended to flirt with a married man while away on business. It's not like you've fantasized about this. It just happened, right? Or maybe you packed a sexy top to wear after the convention is over, hoping some cute stranger might notice you. Maybe you touched yourself while lying next to your sleeping husband, imagining a handsome stranger taking you back to his room and fucking you. You had to bite your lip, didn't you, to keep from crying out as you came.
But of course, that was just a fantasy, right? You never really intended it to go past a bit of flirtatiousness. A wink and hands that got a little too close, and then you'd go back to your hotel room and slip a hand in your panties imagining what might have happened.
However... we both know it's not going to end that way tonight. We both know that, when I ask if you want another drink back at my room, you're going to accept. I can tell by the gleam in your eyes, the way you bit your lip when i "innocently" touched your shoulder.
And we both know that, once you're in my room, you won't be able to resist dropping to your knees to serve me. You remind me of many women I've been with in the past, and every one was deliciously submissive. I can tell that you've been aching to serve a man's sexual needs for a very long time.
We also both know that you're yearning to be fucked hard -- to be taken roughly and greedily. I can tell that just from the way you talk about your husband -- he's not a man who takes control and grabs you the way you secretly crave.
Your husband isn't doing his job, is he?
And so here you are, stealing glances at the outline of my cock through my dress pants. Imagining what it looks like, what it smells like... exactly how much it might stretch you open when I push it inside you. You know that you only have to agree to go upstairs with me, and you'll be able to see it... touch it... put it in your mouth... even have it filling your needy cunt.
I love little sluts like you. A woman who's been denying her needs for years, faithful to a man who's kind to them but clueless as to how to satisfy their physical needs. When a woman like that lets out her inner slut -- when she gives in to her desires -- god, she's insatiable.
So let's go back to my room. I'll pour you a drink from the minibar. And you can get on your knees and worship my cock. Something you and your dear husband would never take time for -- something he would never even think to desire.
That's my little slut, get on your knees and pull down the fly of my dress pants. Oh, you're an eager little thing, aren't you? Hungry. Needy. Your cunt is already dripping, isn't it? That's fucking perfect.
Yes, just pull my pants and boxers completely off and then take my cock in your hand. I love the way you look at it, needy but reverent. Aroused. The perfect horny girl to give me what we both want. Run your hands over it, feel how stiff and swollen I am.
