Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story. This is my first attempt at the 'hot wife' genre so you can all be the judge of whether or not it's a good one. Enjoy. LC68
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"How do I look, babe?" Laura stepped out of the suite's small bedroom and did a slow turn Phil could get the full effect of her ensemble for the evening.
"Damn." He whistled as she strutted across the room, her black five inch stilettos leaving small temporary holes on the plush carpet, to stand in front of him.
"Like my new dress?"
"Dress?" He shook his head, "Looks more like a shirt, a real small one."
"It's a micro dress." She replied, "It's supposed to be short," She ran her hands down over her ample breasts which threatened to spill out of the plunging neckline, "And tight."
"It's both." He said with that familiar look of disapproval on his face, "Do you have to dress like that tonight?"
"Have to? No, want to, yes." She told him. "You don't have to like it."
"I don't." Now it was the sad puppy dog look and she sighed, "This is the first night of our getaway Phil, I want to go out and I want some attention."
"You'd get it, but,"
"No buts, we're going to that club downtown, the one I read about, it's supposed to be pretty wild."
"Listen, Laura, about that club."
"If you don't want to go you don't have to, but we both know you like watching the guys watch me." She gave him a sly smile, "Then watching them do a lot more, don't you?"
"That's what you think." He said with the put off tone that always made her laugh, Phil knew exactly what he was and what he liked, but still tried to deny it. Then again, wasn't that part of the game?
"It's what I know, sweetie." She leaned over, smiling sweetly at him. He went to kiss her and at the last second she turned her face, giving him her cheek, "You know better than that, Phil, my lipsticks only getting smeared on one thing tonight and it's not your lips."
She loved the look on his face, the look of frustration that she would do exactly what she wanted whether he liked it or not. Phil looked like he wanted to reply, but when her smile turned into a challenging smirk, he looked away from her.
Laura chuckled and sauntered over to the bar along the far wall and next to the dark drapes that covered the window overlooking the courtyard. There was a mirror over it and as she dropped a couple of ice cubes into a glass and poured some Johnny Walker from the bottle they'd brought with them, she admired her look for the night.
Her long, lustrous auburn hair normally worn in a conservative style for work was down and teased out; giving it a wild appearance and she had applied her makeup far more heavily than usual.
The thick mascara surrounding her stunning green eyes, combined with the blush and her favorite slut red lipstick, applied liberally over her full sensual mouth gave her a sluttish, dissolute appearance; So far from the professional persona she had to maintain at home.
But that's what this long anticipated week long get away was all about, leaving behind all responsibility and more importantly having to be careful with her nocturnal adventures. Nope, here, hours from home, Laura good cut loose and be the wild little slut wife she loved to be.
She was certainly dressed the part. The sultry black dress showed off most of the inner half of her breasts and the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. The tight, clingy material hugged her curves well; especially her ass and the hem didn't end much more than a few inches below her cheeks.
Between her high heels and short dress, Laura's long legs were on full display and still staring in the mirror she swayed back and forth while sipping her drink. She imagined being at the club, dancing provocatively and getting the attention of some good looking men around her.
Laura began to feel warm and not from the malt whiskey as she thought about what she was in the mood for tonight. Maybe a hot young stud half her age, or a good looking guy her age or even older. The former would be a good hard fuck where she would be calling the shots and the lucky young cub would be happy to give her anything she wanted.
The latter would be slower, more playful, but just as hot and perhaps she would even let him take the lead, treat her however he wanted. In either case, Phil would get a good show. One he would pretend appalled him, but she knew better, oh yes, she did.
Laura noticed Phil staring at her in the mirror and thought the two of them couldn't be more different. At forty five she felt sexier than ever and dressed and acted it every chance she could. Phil on the other hand acted like he was fifty going on seventy, always dressed in either a suit or like now in a polo shirt and a pair of dockers.
He always kept his salt and pepper hair short and neat and was never anything but clean shaven. Phil didn't make anywhere near the effort she did to keep in shape and although not heavy he was on the softer side, with a little paunch and not much real muscle.
More than a few people had mistaken him for a sugar daddy even though they were only five years apart and married for twenty years the entire duration of which she had been a hot wife as they referred to it these days.
Laura had never held herself to what society thought a good wife was and her sex life had always been amazing. Phil would insist only for her, but that seemed to be his way of telling himself he wasn't condoning her behavior.
"Not even a bra?" he cut into her thoughts.
She looked at him in the mirror and the warm feeling spread at that self righteous look on his face. They weren't even out yet and already the game had begun.
"No Bra?" She met his eyes in the mirror, "How about no anything?" She lifted the back of her dress to show off she wasn't wearing anything, not even a thong.
"Laura!" His tone made her giggle, "Have you that little shame?"
"I have nothing to be ashamed about, Phil." She turned and leaning back on the bar, pulled the front of the dress up giving him a quick peek at her bare pussy. "Except for you when you act like, you know, you."
She pushed her dress down and shuddered in anticipation at the idea of how many guys would get quick teasing looks at her when her dress lifted on the dance floor.
"At least I act proper." He frowned the second he spoke, realizing he'd set himself up for more derision.
"Acting is what you do," she scoffed. "You can dress and speak and act like a hot shot professor at work all you want, but proper men?" She shook her head and wagged her finger teasingly at him, "They don't like what you like, do they?"
"Maybe they don't let their wife tell them they like it."
"Okay, Phil, play your game and I'll play mine." She finished her drink in a long swallow, "Know why? Because I do play you're your way. I play proper little wifey at home. I dress up nice and act the sweet little hostess for your friends and look good on your arm at your precious faculty dinners."
"I curb my appetites and play it safe for your precious reputation. I don't take chances and miss out because of it. But when we're away? This is my game and don't you forget it."
"Well your game will be waiting." He told her, "You're not going to the club tonight."
