As Steve and I sat in the room in awkward silence my mind was racing and trying to decide just what to do with the situation that had presented itself. I could always just ask him to leave very politely of course. It was very obvious that Steve didn't plan on leaving our hotel room any time soon as he seemed to be making himself even more comfortable in the meantime.
We both could hear my wife moving and fumbling around in the adjacent bathroom through the open door just out of our line of sight. He must have become very aware that my cute little wife was probably naked so close to us just through the open door.
As we sat there and quietly chatted for the first time, I started to notice more detail about Steve. Even though he was only slightly older than my 37-year-old wife, it was clear that he had experienced some wear and tear and somewhat of a hard life. Noticing his hands, it was plain to see that he worked hard for a living. Not only did he have some dirt or grease under his fingernails but his hands showed a number of small cuts as well as calluses on the sides of his fingers.
Then without any prior warning my little wife appeared in the doorway to the room walking slowly and carefully, pausing to steady herself. She was wearing the white terry cloth robe that had been provided by the hotel.
It took several moments for her to fully realize that Steve was actually sitting in our room. A look of surprise and confusion spread across her face as she paused to gather her thoughts. It was plain to see that she had been completely unaware that her admirer had come to visit. Steve immediately picked up the vase and flowers handing them to her as he greeted her with a big smile. My surprise little wife remained speechless as he went on to tell her how much he had appreciated her dancing with him and that he just couldn't help himself but bring her some sort of gift.
True to her nature, she smiled wide-eyed and thanked him for being so thoughtful. She seemed to relax and warm up to the situation and continued expressing her gratitude for Steve's kindness. Her speech was somewhat slurred and her eyes a bit glassy, as she attempted to maintain her balance and some semblance of sobriety. She looked cute standing there barefooted in her white robe that was tied tightly with a sash around her waist.
As she continued to speak with Steve, she without thought reached to close the opening at her neck closing the lapels with her fingers. I thought it somewhat funny that if she had realized, he only a few minutes before, had been staring at her naked tits she would have realized that it was a little late for such modesty.
It was evident she was still quite unsteady on her feet so Steve guided her over to the chair and helped her sit down. As my wife sat holding the vase in her lap Steve leaned close and playfully asked her if she would like to give him a little kiss on the cheek for bringing her flowers. Steve leaned his face close to hers turning slightly tapping his cheek with his finger as if requesting a little kiss from my wife. She didn't hesitate to comply and as she placed her lips to his cheek he of course quickly turned making their lips meet in a quick hard kiss. My wife pulled away abruptly somewhat surprised and confused without commenting on his little trick.
My wife had neglected to turn off the tub Jacuzzi jets so I went into the bathroom to turn off the pump. As I gazed around the bathroom I noticed that her underwear and nylons were still strewn on the countertop by the sink. The realization hit me that my modest little wife was in the next room stark naked under her robe with a complete stranger. That was certainly out of character for her and something she would never do normally under any circumstances.
I took a deep breath and walked back into the main room noticing that Steve was now sitting in the chair with my wife perched on his lap laughing and giggling as he joked with her. He was doing his best still trying to coax her into letting him give her a massage. However, he had changed his tactics and was now suggesting that he simply give instructions to me, her husband, showing me how to give her a very relaxing muscle soothing massage.
It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced but she continued to laugh as she sat wiggling around on his lap. Looking at the two of them, it struck me that my wife's petite little body sitting on his big lap was further evidence of her submissive nature. I don't ever recall seeing her sit on another guy's lap before.
Steve continued to coax her rubbing her shoulders and arms telling her that he simply wanted to show her husband the best techniques to use. He made it clear he had been an accomplished sports medicine therapist in the past. It sounded like a "crock" to me but who knows for sure. Now I don't know whether or not the fact that he said he was an expert in sports medicine made any difference, but my naΓ―ve wife seemed to buy his story. She had always respected authority figures.
As I watched her continue to relax and seemingly get more comfortable with Steve, it was clear she was way out of her league when it came to recognizing a seduction. Even though she was saying "no" and "probably not" she was still smiling and giggling giving off a completely different answer to the street smart guy holding her on his lap. Her soft white robe that normally covered her just below the knees was now riding up just above her knees.
It wasn't long before my wife gave in and finally agreed to let Steve show me how to give her a massage but "just for a few minutes," as she put it. I noticed a small grin on his face as he gave me a quick wink.
Leaving her sitting in the chair, he quickly went to our king size bed and pulled all the covers down completely off the bottom of the bed. The stark white hotel sheets somehow blended with her robe as he guided her over to the bed pushing her gently down to lay on her stomach. I'll have to say it was somewhat exciting to see my drunken little wife lying stretched out on our bed knowing she had nothing on under her robe. Her trim shapely legs from the knees down were in contrast to the white sheets.