"Jim, I owe you one. Am I going to have a story for you later!" the voice whispered in my ear as I was walking back from the bathroom. As she walked past me I realized it was my wife and she slipped something into my waistband. I reached back and pulled out her wet panties.
Rather than walk back immediately to my stool at the bar, I leaned against the wall and pretended to read my phone, so I could see her as she got back to her stool with her friend. Like a gentleman, he pulled her stool out and she rested her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him as she took her seat.
My wife, Melissa, is a psychologist and we go to two or three conferences per year. We usually tack on a day's vacation, explore the host city and get a holiday from our 15 and 16 year old boys. I am self employed and have SAAS clients all over the country so I setup meetings in the same area to coincide. This year was Dallas.
We live in a mid-sized city in the mid-west. Nothing changes; nothing happens. We use these conferences to spice up our marriage as well. On occasion we have messed up a few hotel rooms with our sexual play and have often talked about fantasies. Mel is a bit of an exhibitionist due to the fact that she, despite being in her early 40s, has a smoking hot, tight body. She exercises 3 or 4 times a week and walks about a mile to work every day. It pays off. Many guys comment and so do a lot of our women friends.
At this conference Mel was presenting in the late morning of the last day. I had a client to see so we arranged to meet in the hotel bar at 5pm and go to dinner. About 1pm, I got a text from her saying that she wasn't going to the last plenary. She had some notes to do so just meet her in the bar when I was done. My client meeting ran until 3pm so I pulled into the parking lot at 3:30. I went to the room to clean up then down to the bar.
When I entered, I looked down the bar and there was Mel facing me and a guy sitting with her, with his back to me. She winked at me as if to say "Don't interrupt, I'll join you in a minute." If she has clients, I know the routine so I pulled up a stool around the corner of the bar so I could see her and be ready when she finished. I knew just to occupy myself for a bit, so I pulled out my phone and got busy with answering emails.
About a 1/2 hour passed and I ordered another scotch on the rocks. Mel and her colleague were obviously getting along pretty well judging by the laughter and the body language. She is very tactile. She loves to touch and be touched. I noticed that she touched his bare forearm as she conversed with him and his hidden hand seemed to be on his lap but may have been on hers as well. I did notice she ordered another glass of wine.
I didn't think that much about it and went back to my notes. The bartender came with my drink and smiled "Someone is going to get lucky tonight," with a nod of his head down the bar. I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him nonchalantly. I took a sip and got back to work.
It was now 4:30 and the bar was starting to fill up for pre-dinner drinks. I had already had two so I was ready for a pee break. Mel is a pretty cheap drunk and I noticed she was on her second wine (that I had seen). I got up and went across the room down a slim hallway to the bathroom.
As I came out and proceeded back to the bar, Mel came out of the women's room and came up from behind me. She whispered "I'll meet you here at 6:30 and will have a story." in my ear and tucked something in my waistband. I reached behind and pulled out her nice wet panties. I was caught completely off guard. What was she doing? I leaned against the wall, pulled out my phone and pretended to read.
As she got back to her seat, he pulled her chair back and she slid onto the stool. Her skirt slipped up to above mid-thigh. It wouldn't have taken much of an angle for him to see she wasn't wearing any panties. She used his shoulder to help stabilize as she slid into place. Immediately she leaned forward, whipped her ponytail to the front and whispered something in his ear. She does this with me because I once told her that the feel and smell of her hair drove me crazy. It also meant I could look at her athletic cleavage. Sure enough as she talked, his head went down to give her access to his ear and give him a view.
WTF was going on?!
As I went back to my seat at the bar, this guy received the bill from the bartender. He put down his card and he and Mel stood up to leave. She stepped in front of him, reached her right hand back and grabbed his hand to escort him out of the bar. I noticed how her shirt was two-buttons open and caught her eye briefly. Again she just winked at me.
I was going nuts inside. Where were they going? Who was this guy? Why was she doing it without telling me? I needed another drink. Just then I received a text that she must've sent as he was paying the bill. All it said was "See you at 6:30. ;-)"
You know that feeling of excitement, jealousy, curiosity, and anxiety; ya that one. The best and worse feeling ever! That was going through my whole body at this point.
As the bartender came with my scotch, he said "I told you, they were having a lot of fun down there. He's a lucky guy." I thanked him for the scotch and pulled out my phone to pretend I was busy. It was getting on to 5:30 and I knew I had an hour to ruminate; to think of this stranger's hands all over my wife's body; to think of her smiling at me as she left.
I nursed another scotch until 6:45. The door of the bar opened and in walked Mel. Her face seemed flushed and her hair was no longer up in the ponytail. It was down, draped over her shoulders. She came immediately up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell another man's cologne.
The bartender came down to our end of the bar and rather sheepishly asked her if she wanted a drink. I told him transfer the tab over to our dinner table, "if it's ready." He agreed, turned around, and went down to the other end of the bar. I know what he was thinking.
