Jacques was sitting in the easy chair watching Elise dress. It was evening on a Saturday night and they were in their hotel bedroom in the fabulous Lisboa Hotel, Macao.
Jacques was taking it easy as he had not been feeling too well of late, and so they had booked a break and taken the morning jet-foil from HK to Macao. They had spent the afternoon exploring the fabulous hotel and had noted a small bar with a small circular dance floor and a quartet booked to play starting at 8 p.m. Elise had insisted they go back for some fun in the evening. Fun? Jacques did not bother to ask what kind of fun. He had lived with his cocketish wife long enough, and had actively stoked the raging fire in her that was her life, and of course usually his too.
Elise was getting dressed, and Jacques was inwardly amused. Elise was not normally one for dressing-up and usually kept things real simple, but tonight was different. He had watched with growing interest as she had pulled on those sheer, black nylons, and then hooked them to a lacy black suspender belt. Over the suspender belt, a tiny pair of matching black, lacy panties, fitting snugly to outline her prominent Mons Pubis with the classical vertical camel-toe. Next came the complementary lacy black bra to manage those 36D orbitals, with the 3 hooks at the back and over-the-shoulder straps to boot. Next came the white blouse with frilly cuffs and a frill down the centre, unbuttoned down to the top of the lacy black bra, leaving her awesome cleavage in no doubt. A black pencil skirt with a six-inch slit at the rear showed off her wide hips and flat tummy. She had pulled her long, shiny black hair back into a pony tail held by a shiny black elastic grip. Finally, she was putting on her black stilettos with 4-inch silver heels and clean, pink under-soles.
There was no discussion needed about the why of this outfit: Elise is a graduate carniwhore, a meat-eater, your meat, my meat, in fact, ANY meat that meets her needs and criteria, which means BIG. You got a Frankfurter or Chipolata then forget it. Jacques had been off-colour over a week, and furthermore, had brought home no stray business guests for her to fish for some time, and so her hormones had to be screaming for a fuck. So was she on the pull? Elise had no need to pull. Do you turn on a magnet? Any red-blooded male within 20 yards of her was in her carni-energyfield, a moth to the flame, and wanted to fuck her, which often they did, with Jacques' full approval and usual participation. Her dressing-up tonight was simply putting a little chain round her ankle and declaring to the World her awesome whoredom a tad further.
Half-an-hour later found them seated comfortably at a table for two in the piano-bar they had chosen, set well back from the dance floor. The band had already arrived and were playing ad lib waiting for someone to call for a particular number.
Jacques became aware that across the room, somewhat behind Elise, was a table with a single guy and a large lit candle. She would have had to turn to her left to see him, but Jacques, across the table, could watch him without being obvious. The guy had a side view of Elise, but he was clearly watching every move of hers, especially when she moved her long, black-stockinged legs. Clearly she had fished a fish without even putting her hook in the water. He seemed European, albeit a shade dark, and clearly very hairy. with thick hair on his wrists. Heavily-built and aged in his early 40s, Jacques assumed.
A couple of numbers followed with gradually several couples taking the floor. A waiter came over to The Guy's table with a bottle of bubbly and two glasses, so where was his partner? That question would need to wait as the next move, as expected, bypassed it. Here he was, alongside Elise, but looking at Jacques. "Excuse me," he started, "I see you are not dancing with your beautiful partner, may I possibly request a dance with her?"
For Jacques, the request from The Guy came as no surprise, but for Elise, turning her head to the left, she found herself looking directly at the crotch of a Big Guy, and the Big referred to his meat which was clearly living a life of its own from the movements that were occurring as he shifted his stance.
Jacques looked across at Elise, "Up to you, sweetie," said Jacques. "Are you up to it?" he continued, with a twinkle in his eye.
Elise stifled a laugh and smiled at Jacques, then turning to The Guy, said, "Of course, I shall be delighted."
Elise rose, turning towards The Guy as she stood up. Taking her right hand in his left, he walked her to the dance floor, and soon they were spinning around in a quickstep. "Please come back to my table for a few minutes," said The Guy to Elise as the music stopped. "I have something I need you to hear," he continued.
As the music finished, Jacques was a little surprised to see Elise and the Guy head straight for His table, and as he watched ,The Guy undid the wire and opened the bubbly, filling the two glasses. The Guy and Elise raised the glasses and emptied the contents, toasting each other.
Elise and The Guy then were engaged in a rapid discussion for several minutes, until finally, The Guy rose and conducted Elise back to her table.
"What was all THAT about?" queried Jacques.
Elise was flushed and clearly very excited. "Well," she started, "His name is Romeo. He is from Italy, and this is his 10th wedding anniversary, but his wife is back home in Italy, so he just asked me to stand in for her to toast the event."
Jacques smiled, "Cute one. Very clever, real or otherwise. Have to hand it to him he has a great game plan. We are fully aware where this is leading. How do you feel about it?"
"Well, honestly," commenced Elise, "I am already wet with anticipation. You know full well that I have been sex-starved of late, and I am in need of a hard fuck. I know he has a package down there as it kept bumping into me as we danced."
"Elise." said Jacques, "We both know what you want and need and I have no issue with that as you well know, but we are in a new city, in a new hotel with a new guy. I have concerns for your safety, so do not make it too easy so we can see more of his character." Elise nodded.
A few more dances went by , and then there was Romeo back beaming at Jacques.
"Your lady is enjoying her night dancing, please can I continue to assist?" asked Romeo.
"Best ask the lady," replied Jacques, "She knows better than me what she wants to do."
Elise beamed at Jacques and rose. She and Romeo walked back to the dance floor, but this time Romeo had his arm around Elise's waist, and Jacques could see Romeo's hand moving up and down as Elise's broad J.Lo ass moved as she walked.
Jacques was taking a great interest in the dancing pair, and he felt a welcoming twitch in his cock which had been very quiet of late. The pair were doing a rumba, and Elise had turned her back to Romeo, who was holding her tight and clearly dry-humping her. His tent-pole was quite obvious, and had it not been for the material, his cock would have been inside her. Romeo put his head over Elise's shoulder and she turned and kissed him, not a peck but a long one and Jacques was sure they were tonguing each other.
Once again they went back to his table, and Romeo poured two more glasses of bubbly which they drank while having another long conversation.
Eventually, Romeo returned Elise to her table, and, now even more flushed and excited, Elise launched into her story without being asked. "Romeo told me about his wife. Apparently they have a very open relationship, and he says she would probably be celebrating with someone else herself right now. He says that she would be honoured to have me celebrate with him for her in bed and he asked me what my dad would say. He thinks you are my dad! I said I would think about it and see if I could talk you into it."
"OK. Tell him that I am your husband and I say no. Let's see what he will do. You are sure you are going ahead?"
"Yes, I am sure," replied Elise. "There is no going back now. I am dripping wet and I intend to get fucked senseless tonight."
Several more dances went by, and Romeo clearly did not know what to do, since there was no signal from Elise. The band were going to close, and announced the Last Waltz, dimming the lights. He made a decision and moved quickly over to Elise. Ignoring Jacques, he said to Elise, "Will you join me in the Last Waltz?"
Elise, without looking at Jacques, rose and rushed hand in hand with Romeo to the dance floor. The lights were dim, and the pair moved to the back of the dance floor where there were no tables. Jacques watched carefully as he saw a flash of white skin from Elise's leg, and her suspender strap was clearly visible. Jacques realised Romeo must have slid her skirt up and back over the top of her stockings, and was now probably massaging her erect clit through the soaked fabric of her tight, little panties, as he could see rapid movement from the left hand of Romeo. There was clearly no rebuttal from Elise. There is more, Elise's left hand was moving slowly down the front of Romeo's pants, clearly doing a quality check on his meat. Jacques could not believe that no-one noticed or cared that this beautiful woman was being jacked off in public. Jacques cock took another massive leap.
