Roger couldn't remember the last time he saw Emily have more than two drinks over the course of an evening. Yet there she was, perched at the bar halfway through her third Mojito.
"Pace yourself Emily, I don't want you getting too tipsy and falling asleep on me."
She shot him a knowing look and took another sip. "Oh don't worry – sleep is the last thing on my mind tonight."
"I damn well hope so – do you have any idea how much I'm shelling out for that suite upstairs?"
Emily set her glass down and pushed away from the bar. "Well, I suppose we better head on up there and get our money's worth. But first, let me pop into the ladies room and freshen up."
"Okay then, I'll settle the tab." Roger tossed his Visa card on the bar and signaled for the bartender. Emily gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she brushed by.
She had barely left his side when Roger noticed a couple of middle-aged men in rumpled business suits, at the far end of the bar, checking her out. Both were pretty well lubricated, and not what you would call discrete. They leered at Emily as she obliviously worked her way through the crowded cocktail lounge.
Sorry fellas,
Roger thought as he finished off the last of his gin and tonic,
but I'll be the only one tapping that ass tonight.
For whatever reason Roger always got a charge out of seeing other guys ogle his wife.
Granted, as a suburban mom in her late thirties, she didn't turn as many heads as she did years ago. But by any objective standard, Emily was still a piece of ass. Recently she'd gotten into yoga and her short black cocktail dress showed just what four mornings a week spent stretching, exhaling, and squatting could do to a 38 year-old woman's legs and butt. A slim petite woman, her breasts were on the small side – yet perky, even after two kids. With her fair skin, shoulder-length light-brown hair, big blue eyes and warm smile, Emily was often described as wholesomely pretty.
They were in the city for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary. Renting a suite at the Hilton was Emily's idea. Roger didn't mind, although her request did come as a bit of a surprise. Usually she was content with dinner at what passed for an upscale restaurant in their quiet suburban township. After that, it was back home for a spirited fuck in their own bed – once they got the kids to sleep, of course.
I really think we need to recapture some of the old excitement,
she'd told him a few weeks back over breakfast..
After seventeen years of marriage, Roger reluctantly admitted that things had indeed become somewhat routine. What he didn't tell her was that although sex was more frequent during those early years, even then she was never really the adventurous type – at least not by his definition.
Emily grew up in a small town in rural Indiana where her father was the pastor of the local Methodist church. Needless to say, she was a virgin when they met, and it took nearly a year of dating before she gave up her cherry to Roger. That fateful event took place in a motel in Myrtle Beach during Spring Break. He vividly remembered her as nervous and trembling as he climbed on top of her. She seemed more concerned with getting it over with than anything else. For Roger however, that evening was a fond memory. He was so eager, so thrilled to finally be inside her tight, little, virgin twat.
In time, Emily shed some inhibitions and would come around to seeing the benefits of a good fuck. They went at it like rabbits during those early years, but then the kids came along. With most of her energy going into being a Mom and his channeled into climbing the corporate ladder, passion took a backseat to responsibility.
A few years into the marriage, they were down to having sex about three times a month – and that was a in a good month. Emily busied herself with raising their two boys, volunteering at their church and other community activities while Roger found a less wholesome outlet in Internet porn.
That was the state their marriage until that fateful day a couple of months ago when Emily's best friend Heather announced that her husband had left her for another woman. Shortly after that, Emily began asking Roger odd questions out of the blue, such as –
do you still find me attractive? Are you bored?
He tried his best to reassure her that he was nothing like Heather's asshole husband, and was most definitely
not
shopping around for another woman. Although, it was true, he sensed there remained a tiny shred of doubt in Emily's mind. It was around then that she suggested they celebrate their anniversary with a romantic weekend in the city.
As Roger stood at the bar waiting for Emily to return, he wondered what her idea
recapturing the old excitement
meant. When he saw her emerge from the ladies room, he knew he'd find out soon enough.
"Shall we retire to our suite?" Emily smirked.
"Of course," Roger replied. After signing for the bar tab, he took her by the hand and escorted her out of the bustling lounge to the relative quiet of the lobby.
"I don't know if I can wait until we get to the room," Roger teased as they ducked into an elevator. "How about we stop this thing and have a go of it right here?"
"
Mmmmm...
that might be fun!" Emily purred as she nuzzled up to him. "We'd certainly give the guy monitoring the security camera a show he wouldn't soon forget."
She tossed her head back and closed her eyes. Roger eagerly plunged his tongue into her waiting mouth. They smooched and grappled like a pair of randy teenagers until the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Seconds later, they were down the hall and in their suite.
"Alright – let's get ourselves out of these clothes," Roger said as he slammed the door shut behind them.
"Me first!" Emily said coyly. She put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him down on the couch. "I wanna give you a little show."
She shoved the coffee table to the side and stood over him. There was a wanton look in her eyes as she reached behind and undid the zipper on the snug cocktail dress.
The garment slowly slid down her body to reveal the goods from a recent trip to Victoria's Secret – a lacy black bra and panties. The material was so sheer that Roger could see the outline of her nipples. As his eyes moved downward, he made out the familiar dark triangle of her bush through the panties.
"Just sit back babe – and enjoy the show!"
Roger's eyes were drawn to Emily's right hand as it slowly moved down her tummy and into her panties.
"It's okay baby...just relax...
relax
..." she whispered.
Roger's cock hardened as he watched Emily rub her twat without inhibition. He'd never seen her masturbate before. He assumed she did, like all women, but he'd never even heard her so much as joke about it.
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Ooooh
