Tom couldn't get enough of what had happened in the hotel. He asked a ton of questions. How big was he? I wasn't about to tell him he was larger than my husband. Did he want your phone number? No, and I'm not going to give it out to anyone I play with. Did he want anal? No, and I'm not going give my ass to a stranger. On and on.
The only question I would answer that seemed to keep his fire lit was when he asked if I would do it again. Smiling, I answered as much as he wanted me to. The problem would be if we were fortunate to find the right situations.
We had a commitment the next weekend but still make plans to return to the Holiday Inn in the Derby City as soon as possible.
Tom and I went shopping for more revealing clothing and another pair of 4" heels. I chose red. I always felt naughty when I wore red. Thongs, and tops that either were revealing or could be opened to expose. A short denim skirt which snaps in front up to the waist and a couple of pair of leggings.
As soon as Tom got off work Friday, I had our necessities packed and within an hour we were on the road.
Let me explain a few things. Our sex life had not been mundane before or since we got married. I had admitted multiple sex partners to him and I don't think he had any qualms about me being, well, let's say, experienced.
Before we married, we use to enjoy traveling the interstates around our area, with me showing my breasts and sometimes by trimmed pubes. We had a handheld cb, and discreetly we could over hear the truckers talking about to 'check out the white Camargo and the seat covers '. We both would get so hot by the time we got back to our apartment he had usually creamed his pants or shorts. I had masturbated to a climax as I heard the truckers talking about my breasts and boldness.
I had never been shy about showing my ample breasts or legs when we were out. The last Fourth of July I thought I had gone too far as I had the husband of a friend constantly trying to get me alone. He actually followed me to the bathroom and tried to grope me as I came out.
When we got to the hotel we got a room on the second floor. Tom had told me he could see me from almost waist up and he had loved seeing me practically bouncing off the window when I was being fucked.
We went out to dinner, and returned around 9 p.m.. He wanted to see what the situation was in the lounge as I went up to get ready.
Knowing I was going back down was such a turn on I couldn't get my thoughts together. I was tingling with anticipation of seducing someone.
I was applying my makeup when he came back. I asked if it looked good for the lounge.
He said it was full and a lot of couples and men.
Standing in only my red thong, I asked if I should try to play it the way I had a couple of weeks ago, or did he want me to bring someone back to the room. He glanced around the room and other than him trying to hide in the bathroom, there wasn't anywhere else he could. He said he wasn't ready for that yet, I understood. I didn't know if it might be right just yet and I didn't think either of us wanted to mess with our one successful attempt.
He watched me intently as I put on a white teddy and my denim skirt. I buttoned four of the eight snaps on the skirt. It covered to a few inches below my thong. I put on my new red heels. The teddy was revealing enough to show my breasts clearly so I put on a black jacket I had brought for just the possibility I wore the sheer garment.
I was ready. I kissed my mate and told him to wish me luck. Smiling, he said to make him proud.
I didn't button the jacket and was stared at as I stepped off the elevator. A couple was waiting to get on and when she saw me I got the a look of distain. He thoroughly approved!
I made my way to the bar and slide in between a lady and an male. The woman was with a guy and paid no attention to me. The guy had his back but turned to see who had arrived.
I ordered wine and looked in the mirror to see the others. Another couple was a few seats away but the rest were men of various ages.
It seems the man to my side was alerted to me by the guy he was talking with. He turned and smiled. Actually I think the smile was as he looked at my top. I had his attention.
He spoke and asked me if I was alone. I told him I wasn't as my husband was on a late flight from Houston and we were going to stay in the hotel. He again returned to his conversation with his friend. I watched in them in the mirror and noticed smiles on both their faces. I believed I had made an impression.
After a few minutes the couple to my right got up. The man to my left turned and said I was too attractive to be alone. As almost scripted his friend moved to the open seat on my right.
We introduced ourselves and I was surprised they were in town for a cattle exposition. They said their company sold medical supplies. Hell, I didn't know what they were talking about but I listened anyway.
They asked if I worked outside the home and I couldn't have had a better opening. I told them I worked in a large department store in the lingerie department.
Johnny, the gentleman on my right, commented on the teddy. Ah, the perfect lead in for me. I opened my jacket slightly and said I was wearing something I had purchased recently.
Both men looked, a very extended look ,at my teddy and what it contained. I explained I had worn it to get a response from my husband.
Wilson, to my left, laughed and said I had got his attention.
As we talked the subject of sex came up frequently. I had to listen to how their wives had lost interest in pleasing each of them, how blow jobs meant a hurricane was predicted, and they had given up on them ever getting sex again.
Wilson, the man on my left, casually placed his hand on my thigh, and I chose not to remove it. I told them I didn't have their problem in my marriage and my mate had told me I might have to find 'it' elsewhere or he was going to be worn out before 40.