Been a while, but I've been busy, and I can recommend a visit to India to everyone.
It was just a normal trip for me; four days away from home and three nights in a hotel, just like always.
And just like always I found myself down at the bar of the hotel I was staying in, and surveying the talent that just might make itself available a little later on.
Single or married, it didn't bother me. A fellow traveller or some local woman out for an evening's entertainment that I could provide her with. I had a gorgeous wife back home who I loved like no other, but once you've got the taste for a bit a strange, and the opportunity to exploit it, then it had simply become a habit.
Didn't hurt her a bit, did it?
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And there she was, my target for the night, more leg exposed than most women had in total, and a dress that barely performed its allotted purpose. Nice height, slender in a shapely sort of way, with a pretty face framed by her tumbling mass of dark brown hair.
My God, someone up there was looking after me and was offering me my perfect woman.
Send the barman over with a drink, even though I'd seen her reject two guys already, but one had to try anyway.
She accepted it!
A smile passed between us and trying not to look too eager, I casually wandered over and took the stool conveniently vacant alongside her.
"Michael," I introduced myself.
"Stephanie," she responded, giving me that knowing look.
"Care to join me on the dance floor?" I asked, knowing how my dancing skills could seduce many a woman into acts of indiscretion that they hadn't planned.
"No thanks Michael," she surprised me with, and left me a bit speechless.
"We both know why we are here Michael," she went on, grinning at my discomfort. "Why waste time on the dace floor?"
"You seem my sort of girl Steph," I grinned back.
"It's Stephanie," she corrected me, collecting up her handbag. "Let's go."
"Your room or mine Stephanie?"
"Yours," she answered firmly for good reason. "I'm not staying here."
With that I guided her out of the bar, my hand on her waist slowly sliding down lower with no complaint forthcoming, and jealous stares from half the bar that we were leaving behind us. My success rate was pretty high, but rarely had I seen such a beauty as this one, and never one so willing.
There was a catch of course and I should have seen it coming. But come it did as soon as the lift doors closed behind us.
"Hang on Michael," she said, removing my hand from her breast where I'd just placed it. "There's a few little conditions that we have to agree to first."
"How much?" I shot back, disappointed that I'd obviously picked up a working girl, rather than a woman there just for the fun of it. I'd been caught before and had paid before, but had never felt so willing to do so before.
"Wrong assumption," Stephanie giggled. "I'm not a professional, just a very happily married woman."
"I don't understand," I spluttered, feeling confused.
"My husband's fantasy Michael," she explained. "He likes to see me get fucked by another man, the silly sod. I think he's crazy, but I love him enough to give him what he wants, and so much the better if I have some fun pleasing him."
"I'm not sure about this," I answered warily, looking round the corridor that we'd arrived at by then, to see if we'd been followed. "I don't like the idea of an audience."
"Don't worry, he's not here."
"Where the hell is he then?
"Not here. Maybe at home or down at the pub perhaps," Stephanie teased me, grinning widely at my confusion.
"I still don't understand," I mumbled beginning to worry that perhaps I'd picked up a nutter of some sort.
"With this little thing I can grant my husband all that he desires Michael," she declared, dipping into her fairly large handbag.
"But that's an i-pad," I stated the obvious. "How is a bloody computor going to help?"
"A computor with a camera and a video facility Michael," she pointed out. "My husband can enjoy it to his heart's content, long after we've had our fun."
Bloody hell!
Weird! Kinky!
Never heard of anything like this before, and not at all sure that I could cope with it.
But by then we'd reached the door to my room and more important Stephanie had already started to undo the first few buttons of her dress.
"Key card," she demanded, holding out her hand, and I dumbly handed it over to her, any resistance blunted, following her into my room a few moments later.
"Nice room," she commented, setting up the i-pad on its stand, and aiming it into the room, and more specifically towards the bed. "Let's get this show on the road. Hubby likes to see the guys undressing me, so if I stand here and you stand this side of me like this, then you can take my clothes off. But do it slowly."
So I did!
She actually put her bra back on after I snatched it off too quickly and told me to take it off more slowly, which puzzling though it was, I was happy to do.
