So. I have this fantasy.

Sometimes, it starts with us going shopping. A light start to a dirty fantasy, I know. You and I laughing together at whatever during the trip to whatever little boutique you felt like going to. Talking about how this and that look on you. You focusing on how it legitimately looks and I focus on how desirable (slutty) it makes you look. We decide, together, on something that both you think looks good and I think will attract men at a bar, lol.

Now we are at home, you just stepped out of the shower and are standing in front of the mirror, naked so I can stare at you ass, while you are putting on your makeup, heavy around the eyes and noticeably red lipstick. You occasionally make eye contact with me in the mirror, sometimes giving me a little smirk, sometimes blushing from embarrassment, but doing either knowing what I am hoping for this evening and that you are preparing to try to do it.

Sometimes you’ll discuss with me your underwear options. None? For easy access. Normal/Everyday? To not appear desperate. Crotchless? To appear desperate, lol. New & Sexy? So you could tease any guy who may flirt with you by finding a way to slip them off and give them to him before during or after whatever may happen.

You and I then drive to a hotel adjacent bar in some business heavy town. Far enough away that there’s no chance anyone can recognize us, but close enough to be comfortable. The ride is basically silent due to the butterflies we are both feeling, but there isn’t a need for discussions now because we’ve already had them hundreds of times at home, both in and out of the bedroom, about what we desire, hope, expect, etc. from this.

We enter separately, you first so you can pick a place at the bar, alone.

I enter 10-15 minutes later and sit away from the bar, but at some location where I can still observe everything that is happening with you, both to make sure you are safe and to make sure it appears you are alone, hopefully putting off a “I’m looking to hook up” vibe.

After I get seated, I notice you already have a man talking to you, engaged in what appears to be a very casual conversation. Not a man like we’ve talked about in our (my) fantasies, not a young strapping college baseball player, not a 6’2” black gentlemen with his BBC showing and outlined in his ‘tighter than they should be’ business slacks, not the former army guy with a stacked body that looks sexy as fuck in his gray sweatpants. Just a normal looking guy here in town on some ‘who-cares’ business trip.

I can’t hear the conversation, of course, but I can see its currently only light-hearted banter. Nothing of note….yet. I can only imagine how the conversation builds, but I am excited when I sense it turn. Maybe it’s in the conversation itself. Something along the lines of you indicating that you are single, divorced, unhappy and looking outside for some fun, just horny and it doesn’t matter why, etc. Or maybe you even tell him the truth, lol. Maybe it’s physical. You or him touching the other’s arm, leg, crotch. Rubbing a hand through the other’s hair. Maybe it’s proximity. One of you moving closer to the other. Regardless, he gets the hint and does not leave, but, rather, engages more. I maybe see him rub your leg, go in for a kiss or whisper something into your ear.

Sometime later, it doesn’t matter if it’s 3 or 30 minutes, I watch you both get up and head for the door. I know (hope?) that you are heading to our car, because of our pre discussed plans about what is allowed and more importantly safe. Thankfully, after I step outside 5 minutes later to “get some air”, I notice movement in our car, but don’t get closer and stay by the bar’s entrance allowing whatever is unfolding in the car to happen, but ensuring that if anything seems off, I can move in at a moment’s notice. My mind is swimming, though, with thoughts about what you could be doing, knowing that I’ve given you free reign to take it however far you want, but also knowing you prefer to stop at a blowjob, since this is our first time and you want to take it slow. But did this man turn you on more than you anticipated? Did his flirtatious advances convince you to go further than you initially thought you may have wanted, turn you on more that you were prepared for?

After what seems like forever in my mind, but in reality is probably less than 10 minutes, you both leave the car and head back inside. You glance at me devilishly as you walk past, trailing the man who just did god-knows-what with you in our car, but don’t acknowledge me beyond that glance.

I head back in as well and notice you both sitting in the same spot, he leans in and says something to you, asks the bartender for a pen and then scribbles something on a napkin and slips it to you before leaving back towards the hotel, obvious now that he has a room there.

You then get up to leave, taking your phone out to text me while walking. You ask me to meet you at our car. I follow, resisting the urge to run after you and immediately kiss you, tell you I love you and demand the details.

Once together, we get in the back, the same place where 10 minutes prior, you had been with this man you just met at a bar. You tell me how you blew him in the back of our car. You tell me he said that he’s never had a blowjob even half that good before. You tell me his dick was about the same size as mine, but it tasted different, he reacted differently, his cum tasted different. You tell me he said he wanted to fuck you right then and there in the parking lot, but you told him no. Then you show me the note he gave you. It had his room number and phone number. You told me he said he wanted to eat your pussy out and fuck you all night long. Satisfy your need for dick, with his dick. You told him you’d think about it but probably wouldn’t be up tonite. So he left and said that the invitation was open for the next couple of days and for you to text if you wanted.

You lean and kiss me. HARD. I can taste and smell remnants of his cum, his dick, on your breath still and I like it. No. If I am being honest, I LOVE it. Then, in a tone unlike any I’ve ever heard from you before, you tell me to eat your pussy and make you cum, right then, right there in the back seat of our car in the parking lot of this hotel bar. Your pussy is the wettest I’ve ever felt in our thirty years together and you cum unbelievably quickly and violently. Your body reacts in a way I’ve never felt it react. Coming down from that high, I am also now acutely aware of how wet our back seat is, not sure if it is from his cum, the sloppy blowjob you gave him, you squirting (which you only do when you are massively turned on) or a combination of the three.

You tell me to drive us home, leaving me with a throbbing hard on and boxers soaked in precum, but not before asking me to drop a pin at this hotel and bar just in case you change your mind about going to his room later this week.