It was late morning when Roger slowly stirred to life. He rolled over to grab Emily for a cuddle but quickly discovered her side of the bed empty. He glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a note propped up on the nightstand. Even through bleary eyes, he recognized his wife's elegant, feminine handwriting.
Good Morning Babe!
I'm sorry I'm not around to say that to you in person but I needed to dash out and pick up a few things. I'm really looking forward to another adventurous evening with my man!
Love,
Emily
PS: I probably won't be back until the afternoon so keep yourself busy until then.
He crawled back into bed, closed his eyes and replayed the events of last night. The memory of Emily's smiling up at him from between his legs, her face glazed and sticky with cum inspired a massive hard-on.
He couldn't remember the last time his own wife was the star of one of his masturbation fantasies, but it wasn't any time recently. He imagined her as prostitute - not a high-end call girl type but a cheap, slutty streetwalker putting her newfound enthusiasm for cocksucking up for sale to any man with a fistful of bills. After blowing a blowing a generous load into the hotel sheets, he got up and stumbled to the bathroom.
After a shower and shave, he headed around the block to tan Applebee's for breakfast where he worked his way through an omelet and lingered over several cups of coffee. Eventually he migrated to the bar and distracted himself with a few beers and college football game. Before he knew it, it was mid-afternoon. He settled up with the bartender and headed back to the hotel for a nap.
A couple of hours later, he awoke to the sight of Emily coming through the door hauling an assortment of shopping bags.
"Good afternoon - you've been gone quite a while," Roger said through a yawn. "So, what did you buy?"
Emily dropped the bags by the door and dashed over to the bed. "That's a surprise," she with a wink. "Don't worry - it'll be a
nice
surprise!
"I can't wait!" Roger grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. She giggled as they groped, smooched and rolled around the bed. But when his hand up strayed up under her skirt, she abruptly pulled away.
"Not yet - I want you to save your energy for later."
"But I'm horny now!"
"I'm sorry babe - but good things come to those who wait!"
"Cocktease," he shouted as she bolted off the bed. The next thing he knew she was across the room digging through her purse.
"I'm gonna call the boys," she said as she pulled her phone from the bag. "I haven't talked to them since we left. I'm sure if anything was wrong, my sister would have rang us, but it doesn't hurt to check."
Roger nodded. Nothing killed a hard-on quicker than thinking about the kids. He slumped back on the bed as Emily yammered away into the phone.
Half an hour later, they ordered a light dinner from room service and channel surfed for what seemed like ages. At around 8:30, Emily switched off the TV and giddily retrieved her shopping bags.
"First, let me show you what I bought for you!" She dug into a shopping bag with an unfamiliar logo printed on the side.
"Me?" A curious Roger raised an eyebrow.
He was disappointed to see Emily holding up an expensive looking black silk shirt. He didn't know what to say. It wasn't the type of thing he'd ever buy for himself.
"Emily, hon...you really didn't have to do that - I have plenty of nice shirts."
"Maybe so, but you don't have anything like this. It was made in Italy and it's a damn site nicer than any of those golf shirts you usually wear when we go out."
Roger sighed. "Alright, if you want me to wear it, I won't argue. Now let's see what you got for yourself."
Emily playfully swatted at his hand as he reached for the bags.
"Just sit right there and I'll get dressed." She snatched up the bags and strutted off to the bathroom.
Knowing it would probably take a while for her to get ready, Roger clicked the TV back on. After cycling through the through the channels three times, he tossed the remote aside and picked up the shirt.
I suppose I better have this on by the time she comes out of that bathroom,
he thought.
He pulled off his golf shirt and slipped it on. The expensive material felt pleasant against his bare skin. Sensing it wasn't the type of thing you'd wear with jeans, he put on a pair of black dress pants. With the ensemble complete, he checked himself out in the mirror. He didn't think the new looks suited him very well. He felt like a suburban douchebag pretending to be a Mafiosi.
As he slipped on his loafers, the bathroom door opened. He was rendered speechless when he turned to look. Emily had transformed herself to the point where he barely recognized her.
She was decked-out in a tight black dress with a slit up the thigh, a snug-fitting red silk button-down blouse - the top few buttons undone. A pair of stiletto heels added about three inches to her height. She'd gone heavy on the eye makeup too, thick eyeliner, mascara - the works!
"So what do you think?" She gave a slow twirl.
"Wow...just wow!"
"Have you got someplace exciting picked out for us to go tonight?"
Roger had initially planned an evening at a trendy Thai restaurant a few blocks from the hotel, but Emily's slutty ensemble inspired him to change his plans on the fly.
"Umm...there's a nice little jazz club across town, called
Mr. C's
."
It was a place Roger had been to once before during a pub-crawl with some out-of-town business associates. The joint wasn't exactly a dive, but it was dark and smoky and a little on the seedy side.
Emily threw on a coat for the walk through the hotel lobby and out to the parking lot. When they reached the car, she whipped it off and tossed it in the backseat.
"Let's go, baby! Good times await," she shouted as she climbed into the passenger seat.
They were both giddy with anticipation throughout the ten-minute ride. Emily found a Top 40 station on the radio and cranked it. The normally staid, conservative woman bopped and shimmied in her seat like a teenage girl.
"Hmm...so this is the place," Emily remarked upon seeing the neon
Mr. C's
sign as they cruised past. "Seems kind of dodgy to me - what kind of girl do you think I am?"
"Judging by your outfit - an easy lay." Roger pulled into a free parking spot at the end of the block.
"We'll have to see about that!" Emily grinned and touched up her lipstick.
"Oh - you're gonna make me work for it, are you?"
"That's an idea!" Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. "How about I go in first, take a seat at the bar, and you can come in and try and pick me up?"
Roger chuckled. "Oooh - a little role-playing game. Sounds like a plan!"
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it - see you in a few?"
She undid her seatbelt and winked at him as she exited the passenger side. A tingle ran up his spine as he watched her amble awkwardly down the street on the new heels.
Like a little baby girl taking her first steps
, he thought.
Roger felt a rush as he watched her enter the club.
He sat alone in the car for a while imagining what Emily might be going through inside all by herself. He knew her well enough to know she was far outside of her comfort zone. He wondered how she would react to being hit on by a complete stranger - it certainly wouldn't take very long in that place.
Roughly ten minutes after she left him, Roger made his way down the street. It wasn't a long time, just long enough to make Emily a little edgy. There were a handful of people milling around the entrance. A burly black bouncer eyed him curiously but let him through without a word.
The place wasn't much different than Roger remembered. A jazz trio played to a diverse but mostly disinterested audience. There were a quite a few couples in attendance but most of the clientele looked unattached and on the make. He surveyed the crowd - young professional types, some tourists, and a handful of hipsters scattered about. He noticed a few cougars on the make - but none of them could hold a candle to his lovely wife, who he spotted quickly.
She was perched at the end of the bar behind a big martini glass. To his surprise, she was being chatted up by a tall, athletic looking thirty-something in an expensive looking suit.
The place was busy but not so much that Roger couldn't easily find a free table. He slid into a cozy booth a few feet from the bar and ordered a gin and tonic from a waitress who looked as if she'd rather be somewhere else.
It was a prime seat to watch the action. Emily appeared aloof but polite. Her companion on the other hand looked like he was turning on the charm - smiling at her, leaning in when she spoke, and occasionally touching her hand.
As the waitress returned with his drink, Emily turned and saw him. They made eye contact. Her
admirer
saw him too. The guy didn't look too happy when Emily politely excused herself and made her way over to his table.
"You certainly took your time getting here," she said as she slid into the booth across from him. Her tone sounded less than pleased.
"I knew you'd make friends quickly."
"Oh - he was friendly alright." Emily rolled her eyes. "I thought
you
were supposed to be the charming stranger who tries to pick me up? So much for our little role-playing game!"
"Maybe we can play a different role-playing game?"
Emily leaned in across the table. "And what did you have in mind?"
"Well...when I saw you come out of the bathroom in that outfit, I thought..."
"You thought what?" She impatiently grabbed his arm. "Tell me!"
He leaned back and smiled. "I thought - you look good enough to pay for?"
Emily's eyes widened. "You thought I looked like a hooker?!"
"A high-class hooker...you know like an escort or a call girl?"
The look on her face signaled that she wasn't exactly thrilled with this opinion. "Hmmm...I suppose I should be flattered. But what would that make you - my client?"
"Well..." Roger drawled. "I thought I could be your
business manager?"
Emily rolled her eyes again. "And by business manager, you mean my pimp, right?"
"Well, I certainly feel like one in this shirt you made me wear."
Emily pursed her lips. "
Okaaaayyy
...so how's this gonna work?"
"I don't know - maybe we could go have a seat at the bar - play it by ear?"
Roger could see the wheels turning as he sat across from her. Her expression told him that she was not warming to the idea. The old familiar Emily seemed to be returning - cautious...guarded...uptight.
