Our waitress was still standing at the table. Still holding your soaked panties to her nose, and staring lustfully at you. It would have been clear to anyone that the two of you were fantasizing about each other. I told our waitress it would only be fair for her to give you her panties. She apparently agreed, and put down her tray. She reached up under her short skirt and pulled them down her long legs. Bending over to pull them over each shoe, she stood up and handed them to you. Still in an orgasmic trance, you took them, and without thinking, handed them to me. They were already soaked with her pussy juices.
"Excellent" I told you. "They should come to your master first, shouldn't they?" You simply nodded and waited to see what I would do.
"It's time to go" I said.
After sliding out of the booth, I handed our waitress a card and whispered her ear, "We'll be across the street at the Marriott in Room 1245. It's 10:00 now, be there at midnight."
She nodded her head enthusiastically. I handed our new friend's panties to you and said, "Put these on. They're as wet as yours were."
I think our waitress had a small orgasm just watching you pull her wet panties up your legs and against your pussy. As we walked away, she stood there watching as the three of us left the lounge. When I got to the exit, I turned to look back at her. She still stood there, your panties in her hand, watching us walk out.
You and I walked across the street to my hotel. Your husband went to retrieve your car from the valet and drive it across the street. Entering the lobby, we headed directly for the elevators, where an empty car conveniently awaited us.
I chuckled softly as I inserted my keycard into the slot. "Without this," I explained, "your husband is not going to be able to come up to my room. That's too bad. Perhaps when our new friend shows up, he can tag along with her."
"You mean we'll be alone for almost two hours" you asked.
At which point, you dropped to your knees and started clawing at the zipper on my slacks. Very quickly you had my cock free, and stuffed into your mouth. Luckily, or maybe not, this was an express elevator that went directly to the twelfth floor.
As we arrived at my floor, I pulled you to your feet, and quickly put myself back together. Grabbing the tie that held your dress together, I untied it and removed your dress. Folding it over your arm, we walked down the hall to my suite. I thought it was unfortunate that no one had chosen that moment to enter the hall. As we entered the suite, I noticed that housekeeping had been in and turned down the bed. Candies in gold foil were on the pillow along with a fresh red rose. The lights were dimmed, and soft music was playing from the stereo in the parlor room.
As I went over to the bar to fix us a drink, you came up behind me and circled me with your arms. Your body was soft and warm against mine. Your hands were once again busy trying to expose my cock for your pleasure. When I had managed to pour two drinks, I pulled away from you and led us into the bedroom. Just as we entered, the phone began to ring.
I laughed and announced, "Your husband has arrived. Shall we ignore him?"
You walked purposefully to the phone, and picking up the handset announced, "We're too busy to come let you up right now. When the girl arrives, if she arrives, you can come up with her." You then slammed the phone down.
You turned towards me while unfastening your front closure bra. You slowing pulled the cups away from your breasts to give me my first unobstructed view of your chest. As it slipped to the ground, you walked toward me holding your grapefruit sized breasts up as an offering. I took in your whole body, now clothed in nothing but your borrowed panties, stockings and high heels. I noticed with satisfaction that your juices were flowing so steadily from your pussy that the tops of your stockings were becoming stained.
"You said in the lounge that you were mine. That you would do anything I wanted. Do you still mean that?" I asked.