I was running very late. Flight delays, slow baggage handlers, it took forever to get away from the airport. I was supposed to meet you at the hotel at 5:00, and it was already 6:00. This was our weekend away. Away from jobs, phones, computers. Just for us. And already I was screwing it up.
Finally arriving at the hotel, I left the car with the valet and headed for the desk. I asked the clerk if you had already checked in. He checked my ID and handed me a key card along with an envelope. "Your wife left this for you", he said.
Once in the elevator, I opened the envelope. Inside was your note, telling me to shower, shave, and dress in what you had laid out for me on the bed. Once dressed, I was to come downstairs and find you in the hotel lounge.
After refreshing shower and shave, I headed to the bed to see what you had selected for me. I found my black double-breasted suit, with a blue dress shirt and your favorite tie. I was puzzled a bit though when I found a pair a bright red thong panties included with the ensemble. You knew how I loved the feel of your panties as you rubbed them against my body. Apparently tonight I was to experience it first hand.
As I pulled them up my legs, I began to get excited. "This could be some evening", I thought.
As I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, I checked my watch. It was after 6:30. I knew I was in trouble. How much, I could never have anticipated. Hearing music coming from the lounge, I walked to the doorway, and stood there surveying the scene before me. There was a bar at one end of the room, with a dance floor in the middle, surrounded by booths. The lighting was fairly dim, the music sensual, and based on the number of people there, a pretty slow night.
I saw you sitting on a stool at the bar, and what a vision you were. You'd gotten your hair done today. It was cut much shorter, and much sexier. Your makeup a little more severe than usual, but then we weren't here for a PTA meeting. You wore a white, long sleeved, silk blouse, with several of the top buttons undone. Your beautiful breasts were displaying more cleavage than I thought possible. You must have paid a visit to Victoria's Secret today as well. The blouse was tucked nicely into a very short, very tight black skirt. Dark, seamed stockings encased your legs leading down to a very sexy pair of black patent leather pumps with four inch stiletto heels. A wet dream sitting right there on a stool in front of me. And, it was my wife.
It was then that I noticed, you weren't sitting there alone. You were face to face, in an animated conversation with a man I didn't recognize. You sat close enough that your knees were in between his legs. At times, during your conversation, you would occasionally rest your hand on his leg. What was going on?
I walked up to the bar, and taking the stool next to yours, ordered a Crown on the rocks. I thought you would turn and welcome me. But that didn't happen. You remained in your conversation and ignored me. I sat there alone with my drink, which disappeared quickly.
