"Remember, Bea, you're not being unfaithful if your husband knows, never mind approves." Roger told her with a wink.
They'd been together for 25 years and although she had fantasized about other guys, she knew that fantasies were normal and she never would have cheated on him. Roger had been adamant that he wouldn't have felt jealousy, only joy that she could be experiencing such pleasure; regardless of who with. It was actually exciting to play these games and the teasing and discussions has led to some pretty wild sex on plenty of occasions.
So how had she ended up here? Was it the confession to Roger, in their discussion about looks, that she'd found Travis attractive and that she'd flirted with him? Or maybe it was that she hadn't confessed that he'd have definitely been on her bucket list if she wasn't married. But here she was...
Beatrice was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a strange hotel room, wearing nothing but lingerie and her blouse. Her mind flashed for a moment with an image of her husband standing before her, staring into her eyes and smiling, saying those words, she almost felt at ease.
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She'd met Travis through a work networking event, these things didn't bring in a lot of business but they were always fun, lots of opportunities to chat with new people. He was tall, taller than Roger, and definitely younger than her thought Beatrice as she looked up at his muscular frame which hinted at regular workouts; his charming personality made her laugh and they chatted easily. Despite more than 2 decades with her husband, Beatrice had never lost her ability to casually flirt with whomever she was talking to and however intentionally or unintentionally Travis was flirting back.
Next time around had led to a coffee together and more easy flirting until a fast forward to his dinner invitation. Beatrice had asked Roger if he objected to her staying out for dinner:
"Of course not" Roger had replied. "You know that I wouldn't object. Or are you asking because he's handsome and single and you think I might be jealous?" he teased.
"Well he is handsome so it's better to check!" Beatrice had laughed back. "Are you going to offer me a Hall Pass also then?" she followed up to tease Roger about a scenario they sometimes role-played.
"You can have a Hall Pass with Travis." he'd replied, smiling at her. "Just so long as you tell me about it afterwards."
Travis had chosen a hotel restaurant (deliberately?) and they had laughed and chatted through the meal; the accompanying wine had relaxed her and Beatrice felt good. Business discussions had long since finished and after the plates were cleared Travis turned the conversation back to more flirting:
"So your husband is OK letting his beautiful wife go to dinner with a strange man?" he asked.
"You're hardly 'strange' but you are flattering me!" Bea answered, and they laughed together. "Roger trusts me, besides he gave me a Hall Pass for the evening."
Still laughing, Travis reached across the table touching Beatrice's hand "So, I'm here in a hotel with a beautiful, sexy woman who tells me she's got a Hall Pass from her husband? What am I going to do?"
"Get a room?" Beatrice had joked patting his hand, then laughing as Travis almost spat his mouthful of wine.
"Easily done, give me a minute and let's get the check!" Travis upped the ante in their flirting game as he stood and headed towards the reception area.
Beatrice had a brief moment of fluttering in her stomach as she wondered whether he was serious, but quickly convinced herself that Travis had just gone in the general direction of the restroom. She laughed to herself, although the thought intrigued her and she was feeling turned on enough to know that she was going to make sure Roger was still awake when she got home.
Travis's voice broke through Bea's sexual daydreams. "All set. Restaurant's taken care of." he held out a hand which she took, standing up. Walking towards the reception area, Beatrice hadn't noticed that Travis was still holding her hand until he guided her towards the elevators.
"Where are we going?" she laughed, thinking this was still part of the flirting.
"Our room." Travis replied, as they stepped into the elevator and he hit the 4th floor button.
More flutters as Beatrice wondered if she had been ridiculously naive, but at the same time she was intensely curious as to whether Travis had really got a room and feeling very flattered that he was playing the game this far.
Then the elevator doors closed.
Travis turned to Beatrice, lifted her chin with his free hand and leaned down to kiss her. His lips were warm and spicy from the wine. Beatrice felt giddy, she could feel her body reacting and she wanted more; letting go his hand she wrapped both arms around his body and tilted her head, opening her lips for a deeper kiss. Travis's huge arms encircled her, letting Beatrice feel safe.
Time blurred for Beatrice, the quivering of her body, the adrenaline from the passionate elevator kisses, the thoughts about what might come next.
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Travis reached out touching her face. Beatrice jumped for a second, startled, but she smiled back at him; she couldn't help it, he was charming and handsome in a totally different way to Roger and that made this exciting. Roger! He had joked so many times about Beatrice being his hot wife, giving her a Hall Pass, telling her his fantasy of watching her having sex, getting fucked. did he mean it? He must have, right?
Travis knelt, parting her knees slightly and leaned forward to gently kiss her, one hand resting on her knee the other stroking her neck.
"We're really doing this, aren't we?" Beatrice said. Her nerves weren't yet totally at ease as another small burst of adrenaline raced through her. She took a deep, heady breath, deciding whether to jump into this particular pool.
He said, "Only if you want to."
Bea's lips curled into a smile before she could stop herself. Of course she wanted to. She really wanted to. What woman faced with an attractive, well built man and a Hall Pass from her loving husband wouldn't want to? She wasn't doing this just because Roger wanted her to. She wasn't just entertaining his fantasy. At some point along this improbable journey, his fantasy had become hers as well.
"I want to," she nodded.
Travis saw the smile and laughed with her, he knew. Beatrice had a brief look of hunger, of want, in that smile that passed across her face and it had sent a pang of excitement stirring in Travis's gut. Bea looked him in the eyes and working from the top slowly and deliberately undid the buttons to her blouse one at a time.
Watching her, Travis sat back on his haunches and undid his shirt as Bea undid her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders. She reached out and stroked her hand across his muscled chest. The room was warm, but goosebumps formed across her bare arms anyway. Her nipples pressed hard against the lace of her bra; the lingerie signaling that even if she hadn't planned this, Beatrice had subconciously wanted to feel sexy tonight.
"Man, you're gorgeous!" Travis's baritone voice penetrating the silence as his hands ran up Beatrice's arms and slipped the bra straps off her shoulders. She leaned forward indulging in a deep passionate kiss, their tongues entwining, as Travis reached around behind her to unclip her bra. Bea shimmied her arms out as he pulled her bra away and dipped down to kiss first one breast and then the other; she pulled his head tight into her chest as she felt herself moisten and a shiver of pleasure run up her spine.
