The following story is true.
Every summer the three of us leave my husband alone at home for a month or so when we travel to see my parents in Georgia. He gets to play golf everyday and our children, a boy 11 and a girl 14, and I enjoy some southern hospitality at my parents stately home just outside Savannah.
We usually spend the first night in Richmond, Virginia, this trip at the Omni downtown. While I checked us in they went across the street for some dreadful fast food. It was just before 10:00 PM when we were settled in the suite. I was hungry so I decided to get a bite to eat. Looking like hell, I took a quick shower, put on clean underwear, and slipped on a little black dress that travels well in my overnight bag. I dried my hair in a flash and put on some makeup. After a quick look in the mirror I kissed the two sleepy heads and told them to use their cell phones if they needed anything. It was 10:15 when the elevator door opened.
Once in the lobby I noticed a few tables at the restaurant were still occupied so I went over and was greeted by a pretty hostess. She apologized for the dining room being closed and suggested I have dinner in the bar. There were a few seats open and the bartender had a cocktail napkin and menu before I set my purse on the bar. I ordered a Margarita and perused the limited offerings of the late-night menu.
I ordered a small salad and crab cakes, and a second margarita after the first one magically disappeared. I had a third with dinner and was a bit loopy by this point. I had also struck up a conversation with a quite handsome older gentleman. He was having a nightcap after traveling with his son-in-law north from Florida. He was very charming and appeared quite harmless so I allowed him to buy me an after-dinner drink. I ordered a cup of coffee and a Grand Marnier. He suggested I try the 150 year old version they had behind the bar. I'm not sure how much it cost but it was utterly smooth and delicious . He ordered me another, but I refused saying it had become much too late and that I wanted to get an early start in the morning. He graciously relented and offered to escort me to the elevator. Although the sexual tension had become pretty high by this point, I was confident I would be safe in my room within the next few minutes.
We arrived at the elevator doors and as he reached for the button his other hand slid gently into the small of my hip. His touch was electric and I could feel my panties moisten. Thankfully the elevator arrived quickly, I said goodnight and stepped in. Just as I thought I was home free he slid into the elevator with me as the doors squeezed closed. He pressed the button for the 17th floor and gently took my hand into his. I was powerless to do anything. My inhibitions were fully suppressed and for the first time in my marriage I knew that another man would be fucking me. And I wanted him to. Badly.