It was the later part of October 2016. We were in Arizona attending a funeral for a good friend of ours who had moved to Wickenburg five years before. He was killed by a drunk driver in a head on collision on Highway 93 not real far north of town. I have heard it is a notoriously dangerous stretch of road. He and his wife were older than us and their kids were grown and out of the home.
I am Brian and my wife is Julie. We were both 43 at the time. My lovely wife is 5'3" with fantastic legs and small (34A) breasts. Our three children were at home under the supervision of the next door neighbors.
My wife is a certified public accountant just finished with the last of her extended income tax returns. So, in planning for the sad trip, we decided we could take some extra time and booked our flights six days apart. We had been to the Grand Canyon and other northern Arizona places before so we decided to explore the southern part of the state.
We went down to Yuma to see the famous Territorial Prison. We saw the ruins at Casa Grande which was fascinating. Then we went to the Pima Air and Space Museum. I admit, I enjoyed it more than she did. We took our time with everything and finished with Kartchner Caverns and Tombstone. It was all great for a history buff like me. It was also fun to have the time to ourselves at restaurants and motels. I loved the fact that the warm Arizona weather meant she wore a dress every day.
With all the driving, we had plenty of time to just talk. While my wife is certainly no model she pleases me just fine. She thinks her breasts are too small, but I like them just the way they are. After three children she still keeps her tummy flat. Julie gets the idea she is not attractive. I have told her for years she is very attractive to me and other men have made comments.
Somehow, after we left Tombstone, she got on the subject again. I finally told her, "Julie, if you were sitting alone at a bar you would get hit on for sure."
Julie told me it would not happen and brought up being a wallflower at high school dances. I told her older men see more in a woman than just a pretty face and big boobs. Then I told her I bet her she would get hit on at a bar tonight if she was alone.
We ate a very nice dinner at The Keg Steakhouse in Chandler then checked into the Marriott. There is a bar there, so we planned to take advantage of that. Since there was a pool we went swimming. After getting back to our room Julie went to take a shower. I sat down to confirm our flight the next afternoon and catch up with emails and events on my laptop. When she came out with her towel wrapped around her she picked out a very nice light blue panty and bra set she knows I like and got out her blue plaid button front dress. The dress is not super short, if it was she would not wear it, but it is a few inches above her knees. When she dropped her towel I told her she was beautiful. I loved the fact she had trimmed her pubic hair so everything was visible there. I enjoyed watching her dressing, she looked very delectable brushing her hair wearing just the panties and bra. She has a perfume called Paris Hilton that I really like and she put some of that in the proper places.
When she was done dressing and putting on a little makeup Julie asked me if I was going to shower. I told her I would right away. I also told her she looked wonderful. Then I suggested she go down to the bar before me and see what happens. Julie resisted at first but I pushed and told her to go on down, relax and enjoy herself. She told me she was not taking off her wedding rings. I told her I did not want her to take them off. I suggested if anyone should ask she could say she is in Chandler on business and is flying home to Washington and family tomorrow.
Julie finally consented to go down while I showered and got dressed. I assured her I would be down in half an hour to rescue her. She sat on the bed and put on black low heel sandals that set off everything to perfection while I watched and enjoyed the view up her dress. As she went out the door Julie said, "Nothing is going to happen so don't take too long."
I enjoyed a shower, shaved and got dressed in casual, but nice, clothes. Then I headed on down to the bar.
I was not sure what to expect. As I entered I noticed the bar was not crowded and saw Julie sitting close to the far end of the bar with a glass of wine in front of her and a nice looking man sitting to her right. Julie's back was to me so she did not see me enter. I took a seat at the bar five seats over from her and ordered a beer from the pretty bartender.
Julie looked like she was flirting. I sent her a text asking if she needed to be rescued. It took a minute, but she pulled her phone out, said something to the man she was sitting with and texted back, "No, I am fine right now." A few minutes later they got up and moved to a table around the corner where I could not see them.
This was certainly an interesting development. I sent Julie a text suggesting she go to the ladies room so I could talk to her. Then I headed to the restroom area to wait for her. It was a few minutes before she joined me. I asked her how long it was before her friend joined her and does he have a name. She told me his name was Keith, he saw her come in and moved over next to her before she could order and asked if he could get her something. He was friendly, smelled good, polite, and by the ring on his left hand, married, so she accepted his company. I asked if I should come over and join them and Julie told me she had told him she was traveling alone so it would be embarrassing. Besides, she was enjoying herself for now.
Julie disappeared into the ladies room. I thought of the possibilities and found myself getting turned on. When Julie came back out I gave her a kiss and told her she lost her bet. She looked confused for a moment and then said, "Okay, you were right."
She asked if I was upset with her. I told Julie to enjoy herself as much as she wanted. She said, "Thank you. How much is as much as I want?" I told her I did not know and she headed back to her friend.
I went back into the bar and sat where they had been so I could see them without being obvious about it. I ordered another beer and chatted with the bartended. Julie and Keith were now sitting in the one of the couches along the wall with a short table in front of them. I noticed Julie's leg was touching Keith's leg. They were talking and laughing and she was doing that thing flirting women do where they touch the man's arm as they talk. He put an arm around her shoulders and leaned in and kissed her. Soon, I saw his hand on her leg as he leaned in and kissed her some more. She was clearly kissing him back and his hand was drifting up her leg. Keith did not move his hand too far up her leg, but it was far enough to push the hem of her dress up some. Julie clearly was not objecting.