We set off around 9:00 AM for an overnight motorcycle trip. It's a warm sunny day. Not too hot, about 80 degrees, just right for a motorcycle ride. We travel scenic back roads, at times taking in the beauty of rolling hills and distance views, other times surrounded by dense forest. We make a couple of stops along the way to take in the sights of quaint small towns we pass through, finally stopping for a late afternoon lunch. We sit outside enjoying the warm sun, great food, and cold beer. After lunch we resume riding for a couple more hours arriving at our hotel around 6:00. On our way in we notice a bar and restaurant next door to the hotel. We agree to go there after settling in and freshening up.
We check in and make our way to the room. We unpack and put our clothes and motorcycle gear away. While you jump in the shower I relax, killing time checking email and scrolling through the TV channels.
You come out of the shower looking as beautiful as ever. Your body glistening from the hot water. I watch you put on a pair of your sexiest panties and matching bra. I think to myself "Somebody is getting lucky tonight". While you continue getting ready I go to take a shower.
As I shower you put on a bright mid-length sundress. After I finish showering and dressing we walk next door holding hands. We enter and find a spot at the bar.
The place is fairly crowded, with plenty of people sitting around the bar, most deeply involved in conversation, not really noticing as people come and go. As we sit down we're pleased to see a variety of local brews on tap. As usual, you order an IPA, me a Brown Ale. We choose to defer food for now due to the late lunch.
We sit at the bar reminiscing about the day's trip and enjoying the love we have for each other. After my second beer I push my glass to the bartender edge of the bar and head to the restroom.
While I'm gone a gentleman sits down next to you, opposite the side that I had been sitting. He looks to be in his early to mid thirties, about five ten with an athletic build. He immediately begins chatting with you, introducing himself as Scott. He's a great conversationalist. You're immediately attracted to his charm and humor, along with his good looks.
I come back into the bar area a few minutes later. As I approach the bar I can see the two of you enjoying each other's company. To your surprise I choose a seat around the other side of the bar. While Scott is momentarily distracted checking his phone you look across the bar at me with a confused look. I simply smile back at you and nod as the bartender comes around to take my drink order. You think to yourself, sure I'll play along.
As I sit there with my drink I watch the two of you as you continue talking and laughing. Scott finally makes a comment about your wedding ring and asks about your husband. Still just "playing along", you brush off the question, quickly fabricating a brief explanation as to being in town alone and noting that you're staying in the hotel next door. Seeing your beer almost empty, Scott offers to buy you a drink. You decide to add some adventure to this little game, you order your favorite hard liquor, a shot of tequila.
The bartender brings the shot along with salt and lime. You know that I'm watching your every move. You step things up a notch when you sprinkle salt on the backside of your hand between your thumb and index finger, and then seductively lick the salt while looking at Scott. You quickly down the shot and briefly suck on the lime. Without Scott noticing, you glance at me out of the corner of your eye to gauge my reaction. In an effort to avoid calling attention to myself I slightly raise my drink tipping it in your direction to show my approval.
After two beers and a shot you're feeling pretty good. The conversation between you and Scott continues to flow, now peppered with flirtatious remarks and sexual innuendos from both sides. You can feel moisture between your legs as sexual tension rises between the two of you. Finally you get up from your seat, grab Scott's hand, and start walking out of the bar, not really sure what you're doing. As you exit you look over your shoulder to see me still sitting at bar.
You and Scott step outside and start walking in the direction of our hotel. Your mind is racing. You're secretly questioning how you ended up in your current predicament. You're about ready to turn around and head back to the bar when your phone buzzes with a text message. You stop, pull out your phone, and discretely review the message. It's from me, it reads "Enjoy yourself. Text me when you're done. Love you". You look up from your phone and nonchalantly tell Scott it was just your husband wishing you a "good night".