Lana swirled her wine in her glass and looked around the restaurant. It was mostly empty, and she could understand why. Thursday nights weren't all that popular. Most people were at home relaxing, not out having dinner and drinks with a potential investor for their husband's firm.
She caught little snippets of their conversation and tried to play the role of a trophy wife, nodding and smiling in all the right places. But in truth, she couldn't be more bored. She didn't need to be there. She could've stayed home while her husband shmoosed this man over. So far, the only good thing about tonight was the wine and all of the looks she garnered in her fitted crimson dress and heels.
The waiter came by, and his smile cleaved through her thoughts like a warm knife through butter. He was a younger man, with creamy chocolate skin and caramel eyes. Lana couldn't help but return the smile as he topped off her glass of wine.
"How is everything?" He asked in a warm tone.
Lana's smile deepened as she devoured him in her mind. She couldn't' stop herself from thinking about all the different way she could have him. She imagined him picking her up with his big arms and fucking her while standing. She imagined their hips crashing into each other, and their bodies clapping together as she sucked his tongue. She imagined moaning sweet and filthy things in his ear as his cock reached parts of her husband couldn't get to.
"Yes." Her husband said and waved a dismissive hand. "We're fine."
His curt tone made Lana want to pour her drink over his head. She turned and offered a sympathetic smile to the waiter before mouthing the word "sorry."
