"Come to room 308" she texted.
"I'm getting in the truck!" I replied.
It was 2:30 in the morning. I was getting in my truck to head over to the local Marriott. Once I arrived, a valet grabbed my key, "I'm in 308."
As I headed inside, I thought it strange I've never been in this hotel before. I've lived here my whole life. Forty eight years. Strange, the first time I get to see the inside, I am in a hurry to get to a room. I quickly move through the lobby to get to the elevator bank.
"Just remember 308." she had reiterated by text. Even more strange, the first time I am in this hotel, is to meet my wife who had just texted me to come to her. He had just left. It was time to hear about her night. Her first as a Hotwife.
A few months earlier we had started reading erotica to each other in a bid to spice things up in the bedroom. She actually did most of the reading as it was something she knew would get me really into our lovemaking. However we'd switch off who picked a story we'd browsed previously. One of her first was a story about a man who set up for his wife to dance on Amateur Night at a local strip club. His wife ends up being groped, fingered, and eventually fucked by men in the audience, in front of her husband, who set it all up.
This got me thinking about my wife with other guys. Guys we know, finding someone online, past boyfriends... I let my mind run wild.
A few years back she had confessed that a man whom we knew and she befriended, that she'd had a one night stand with him. After her reading the strip club story, I asked her to tell me about her night with him as we made love later that night. Just getting the words out of my mouth, dropping the shame the tryst had earlier caused, gave me a euphoric experience upon their release. The excitement died down post orgasm but a door had been opened.
A few weeks later, she told me she got a text from him. He wanted to go have drinks. My wife told him she couldn't for fake reasons, but she didn't think it would be okay with me. After another night with naughty stories and talk, I gave my wife of nearly twenty years the green light to make the plans for which I now approach room 308.
I text my wife when outside of her door and she opens the door. She has obviously had a few drinks tonight. Her hair is misplaced and she is looking pretty buzzed. I give her a big embrace and assure her I love her. We walk over to the bed and she begins to tell me about her night.
Charlie, my wife, left the house looking hot as hell. She wore designer jeans that hugged hes ass as though they were painted on. Her top was chosen to highlight her natural 36Ds. Her plan was to meet up with her friend Kate at her house and drive to the city in my wife's car. Kate thinks my wife told me they were going to a work dinner for Kate's job. Kate thinks that she is the cover to get my wife out for drinks. She's been told by Charlie that if she see's something happening, let it. They are going to meet up with Joe and some friends of his, in the city.
Once the ladies arrived at the bar, they walked up to a group already a few drinks in.. Introductions were made and drinks ordered.
Charlie is a good time when she's drinking. Soon she and Kate are gaining the attention of a Navy brat. That made Joe a bit jealous and they departed to another bar.
After a brief drink at a different place, the trio of Charlie, Kate, and Joe departed and headed home in my wife and I's car. They are headed back to the suburbs to visit bars closer to where the night may eventually lead. It was only 11:00PM.