They met in the lounge in his hotel in Tampa. "Paul" was in the back, wearing the blue blazer with the red carnation in the lapel he told her to look for. They had met online several weeks before.
She came in wearing her tight silk shift and high heels, walked up to his table, and introduced herself. By this time, they had talked on the phone, so he recognized her voice. Nice voice. Nice legs, too, under the thin silk. She was that middle shade, either a light brunette or dark blond, about five feet four, shapely, with 36C breasts. Very pretty.
He was standing, of course, having stood up when she came to the table. He invited her to sit, and asked if she would like something to drink. She sat down beside him, and, remembering that her husband was in the bar watching, she slid over in the booth closer to him.
He ordered her a cold white wine. She noticed that he had a whiskey on the rocks that he had been nursing. She took a closer look at him, and saw that, just as he had told her, he was a nice looking 46 year-old white man, with a full head of medium length brown hair and green eyes. She could tell when he was standing that he was about six feet tall. His shoulders almost looked too broad for his size 44 jacket.
She saw he was wearing a watch and no other jewelry. His nails were clean, cut short, and he smelled faintly of Royal Copenhagen cologne. He hadn't been drinking much; he said he didn't, and besides, he wanted his head clear for what was to come.
They made small talk--the weather, vacations, etc. She noticed that his hand had found her leg and was gently rubbing her thigh through her dress.
It felt nice, and she began to wonder what it would feel like to have him lying over her, kissing her, with his hard, seven inch cock in her fully.
Her wine had arrived, and she took her mind off this pleasant subject while she took a sip. She looked up to catch her husband's eyes watching them.
He was intrigued, half-smiling, and she could tell he was aroused. She saw him touch himself under his table.
Paul's hand had played higher, almost to her crotch, but not quite. She felt herself growing wet with thoughts of what would come. Will he eat me?
And, is he as good at it as he says? Will my husband really join in, sucking my breasts with him. What will it feel like to have two mouths on my breasts at once? Or, one mouth on a breast, and another mouth expertly licking my clit?
He leaned forward slowly. Their faces closed the gap, their eyes just closed. Their lips met...gently...barely. Slowly she felt his tongue playing on her lips and opened them to invite him in. Their tongues met softly, and his hand moved up to brush her mound under the table.
Reluctantly, they broke the kiss. They were breathing harder now, and not all of it was from controlling their breath. Her hand had found the hard bulge in his wool-blend trousers, and was squeezing it rhythmically.