You walk into your motel room with your husband and you discover you are not alone.
The room is dark except for a lamp glaring from the bedside. Just outside the glare of the lamp, the face of the unexpected guest is indistinct. The stranger is sitting in the easy chair next to the bed.
You feel your husband's hands on your upper arms as he guides you from behind toward the easy chair until you are standing directly in front of the stranger who has parted his knees to allow you to be moved even closer. You look down to try to see if the stranger is someone you know or not, but your husband's fingers on your chin firmly lift your head so you are looking straight ahead once again. You hear your husband's voice whispering in your left ear, "Eyes front, my pet."
Reaching around you from behind, your husband slowly unbuttons your blouse before drawing it off your shoulders and you hear it softly dropping on the floor behind you. Your husband's hands work on the clasp of your skirt next and it is quickly puddled around your feet. He opens the clasp of your bra and as your breasts fall free from constraint, you feel your nipples tighten from the chill in the air or from the stare you feel from the shadowy figure before you. Dropping to his knees behind you, your husband pulls your pantyhose and panties down and removes your shoes just as he pulls your pantyhose off each foot.
You are now naked before a stranger. At least you hope he is a stranger. Your husband may have enlisted the help of one of your coworkers. You again try to steal a glance at the shadowy face only to feel the corrective fingers of your husband lifting your chin. His hands roam your body freely now, raising goose bumps in their path. You are turned left and right so your visitor can see your profile views before turning you to face away from the stranger. Seeing the fear and uncertainty in your eyes, your husband takes a moment, "pet, do you trust me?"