The bar swam as I stood up. My body tingled. I was drunk and surprised by my drunkenness. Two hours of sitting and drinking always did that to me. I steadied myself on the table. No one noticed. I laughed to myself, took a moment to balance, and worked my way to the restroom on wooden legs.

The conference had wrapped up early and a group of guys in my section suggested we grab a drink at the hotel bar, I figured why not. My wife, Danielle, wasn't due back for another few hours so I decided a few drinks couldn't hurt. As I relieved myself on shaky legs, I laughed out loud at myself. I hadn't been this drunk in a long while. Laughing felt good.

My phone buzzed.

"I'M ALMOST THERE". DANIELLE

I put the phone away after reading the text, almost sad that my time with the guys was coming to an end. After ten years of marriage, I'd forgotten how fun it could be hanging out "with the guys." Three days ago, we were strangers. Now, at the conclusion of the conference and the introduction of booze (more the latter than the former), we were all pals"temporary pals, but pals nonetheless.

At first, when we were in that awkward stage, nursing our beers and searching for things in common, we concentrated primarily on the convention: what each of us thought of it, why each of us was there. The booze flowed, our group splintered into smaller conversations. Talk ranged from sports to stocks to women. Somehow, I ended up with a bunch of single guys, talking primarily about women.

The reflection in the expansive bathroom mirror was smiling back at me. I splashed cold water on my face. Some of the guys had the craziest stories. Johnny, a self-professed lifetime bachelor, had finished regaling us with a story of his "first" threesome. Part of me envied all the guys for being able to go out and do those crazy things, but I could hardly complain. Not with Danielle by my side.

I loosened my tie and popped the top button of my white shirt before drying my face and running my hands through my dark hair. As usual, I silently criticized my Roman nose and the gray that was forming in my hair,and only 33 years old!

Feeling a surge of drink-fueled playfulness, I retrieved my phone and sent a text back.

"HEY THERE STRANGER".

It was a stupid little game I'd read about somewhere and we had been playing recently to keep the spark alive. She'd pretend to be a lonely single woman away on business; I'd be the stranger picking her up. I always got the feeling that I was more into the roleplaying than her, but our evenings always lasted deep into the night.

Feeling much steadier and a tiny bit aroused, I returned to the bar. It had filled up a little bit as the dinner hour came on. Those at the bar began to either filter down into the dining tables, or wander off to their rooms in search of other things to do besides drinking. I checked my watch: 6:30.

The hotel bar doubled as a fairly highly regarded steakhouse and the restaurant side, which I had to navigate to get back to the bar, was resplendent with deep booths and high dividers. As I rounded the bend and emerged from the labyrinth of booths, I found that everyone had dissipated to just Johnny and Michael, who were both concentrated on something just out of my sight. I wondered how hot this one was...

I caught my first glimpse of her just as I reached our cocktail table, and she was very hot. Her long blond hair looked fresh from some high priced salon: teased into loose ringlets and clipped back with gold and ivory combs, which pulled her locks from her face and slender neck. I was so glad for those combs. I didn't want anything to obstruct my view of something so beautiful.

Her nose was long and slender, her eyes blue and expressive"even from across the bar. Delicate gold tangled from her ears, leading my gaze down her bare neck. Her skin looked tanned and soft, even and unblemished as it disappeared into the d�colletage of her little black dress.

My eyes didn't stop there. The dress was truly little. Spaghetti straps left her shoulders nearly bare and the bodice hugged a pair of high breasts that were perfectly proportionate to her long frame. It was tight across her slender waist and even tighter across her hips and butt, due to the way she was sitting in the stool. The hem of the dress was loose but ended high enough on her toned thighs to flirt the line between provocative and scandalous, and her legs were long and encased in black stockings which shimmered and enticed.

This couldn't be the woman I'd married ten years ago, could it? This wasn't the sweet thing I'd kissed goodbye this morning...

"Check out the blond. She's fucking incredible," Johnny practically leered.

Danielle was chatting with the bartender, her face awash with a smile that couldn't be anything but genuine. When she talks to you, she gives 100% of herself. I loved that generous spirit, her tender personality matching her physical beauty.

"She is very pretty," I said, unable to wipe the shit-eating grin off my face. I knew it was wrong, but it felt like I was showing off a new car, or unveiling a new plasma television. If half the stories that Johnny had told were true, then the fact that he was stumbling for words over the mere sight of my wife was a true testament to her beauty. How could I not smile?

"Pretty? She's far more than that," Michael added, his refined British accent speaking the truth. I liked Michael. We'd been sharing secret laughs all evening at the machismo that simply dripped off most of the single guys at this bar. When he spoke, it felt genuine, as opposed to the verbal flexing of muscles that seemed to be all Johnny was capable of.

"Think she's a hooker?" Johnny asked, finishing up his drink. My heart skipped a beat. How mortified would Danielle be if she knew she'd just been mistaken for a prostitute! The first time I'd suggested she even try on a dress like this, she accused me of wanting her to be my "little whore." Deep down, was that what I wanted?

"I don't think so," I said unsteadily, unsure of how to back that up.

"Me either. She's too... innocent. Look at that face. That's not the face of a hardened escort."

"But look at those bright red lips. I bet they look good wrapped around a cock."

My heart raced. It had been racing. I'd never been privy to the secret things that other men said about my wife. I felt like an imposter but this was a party I didn't want to spoil. Johnny was as crass as ever as he drooled over my wife, but even Michael couldn't resist commenting on her obvious charms. For the most part I kept quiet, nursing my beers to cover up the flush that burned across my face.

"I bet you she's shaved," Johnny commented after taking a pull at his beer. "A girl like that definitely takes care of herself."

I thought about Danielle's golden bush. She definitely kept it trimmed neatly, but the wife I knew would never go further. Looking up at the vixen at the bar, though, I couldn't help but fantasize.

I was surprised to see a man talking to her. He was about ten years her senior, tall and handsome. In his suit and tie, he looked like a guy here on business, but I didn't recognize him from the conference.

"Here they come, the vultures," Michael said under his breath. The three of us watched as the man tried his best to pick up the "lonely" blond. I had never seen it before. Usually, on our nights out like this, I was quick to swoop in before anyone else had the chance. Now I was forced to watch as he chatted her up. It was incredible.

She didn't immediately turn him away but gave him a chance to go through his routine before shaking her head politely. She looked around and spotted us. I'm not sure if it was the first time she'd noticed us, but she did her best to scan by as though she didn't know me. When she looked back, the guy was walking away.

"Well, that guy wasn't right for her, anyway. Too old. A hot girl like that needs someone who can keep her going all night long," Johnny explained.

"And I suppose you can do better?" Michael asked.

"Of course," Johnny said, missing the sarcasm in the Brit's voice. "I'm young, good looking, and I have a cock that a woman like that would salivate over." As we started to laugh, Johnny laughed right along with us"although he didn't seem to understand that we were laughing at him, not with him.

"Is it really that large, Johnny?" Michael asked him.

"You better believe it. One time..." And off he went, spinning a tale that probably once had some truth behind it, although what that was, even Johnny probably didn't know. I kept an eye on Danielle, wanting to go and join her but unable to get out of the situation in any plausible way. After all, I was married. How suspicious would that look?!

She'd gone back to talking with the bartender, but I knew it wouldn't be long before another guy was along. She reached into her purse, pulling out her cell phone while seemingly absent-mindedly reaching down to scratch her thigh. The hem of her short dress rode up enough to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings and the strap of her garter belt. I gasped. I'd never known her to wear stockings, much less a garter belt.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed. "I can't sit here watching anymore," Johnny said, picking up his drink and sliding off his stool. "Wish me luck!"

My phone buzzed.

"ENJOYING THE SHOW?"

I kept the phone hidden from Michael's view as I texted her back.

"WE ALL ARE..."

I didn't know what I meant by it. Just seemed like a witty comeback. I watched her eyebrows rise as she read it off her screen. Johnny reached her just after that.

"I say he lasts no more than five minutes," Michael said, watching as Johnny started to flirt with my wife. Johnny was definitely a braggart, but he was more than just talk. We were both surprised when he seemed to hit it off with her, getting her to laugh, getting her to be a bit more receptive than she was with the last.

What really made me feel fire along my scalp was that she seemed to flirt back with him. She'd lean forward, offering a healthy glimpse of her cleavage to his wandering eyes. She was toying with him. I'd never seen her wield her sexuality like this. It was fascinating. It also started to make me feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"Well, looks like he's having more success than I would have thought. Maybe he is as good and he says," Michael commented, snapping me out of my daze.

"Think he's... think he's going to get lucky?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"I'd say his odds are 50-50. A girl like that in an outfit like that is clearly here to have a good time. But that doesn't mean she's necessarily easy. I think she's a tease, but we'll see how this plays out."

The man seemed to know my wife better than I did. I remembered back when I'd first met her and how she's played hard to get for the longest time. I watched her coy dance with Johnny and wondered if she'd done this with me?

My breath froze as I watched her play with his hair. He leaned closer to her, she traced her fingers along his ears, along his jaw. She leaned closer to him, sliding her hand along the back of his neck, pulling his head in. Their faces were inches apart. My heart practically seized up. Johnny licked his lips.

Her lips nearly brushed his before turning aside and whispering something into his ear. He seemed to pause, blink, then unexpectedly turned back toward us and made his way awkwardly back.

"What happened?" I asked, doing my best to keep my eyes off my wife.

He shrugged, reaching into his back pocket and retrieving his wallet. "She said she was sorry for sending me the wrong message, but that I wasn't her type." He rolled his eyes at what he thought of that, and pulled out several bills. "On a bright note for one of you, she said she had her eye on this table all night long." He threw the bills down. "Have fun." I'd never seen anyone leave a bar so fast. We were laughing before he was out of sight.

"He lasted longer than I thought he would," Michael said, signaling the waitress over.

"Yeah, but she did get a free drink out of him."

"Hello, could you please get another of whatever the pretty young lady is having over there? Put it on my tab," Michael said to the waitress. He turned back to me. "And now she'd getting one from me."

"What are you doing?"

"You heard our friend John. I'm finding out whether she had her eye on me or not."

Despite the fact that I knew she didn't, I couldn't help feel that confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal. We watched as the young redhead placed the order and the bartender mixed up yet another cosmopolitan. She laughed as she received her drink"third of the evening"holding it up to our table. We help up ours, then Michael turned back to me, ignoring her.

"Aren't you going to go over there?" I asked, battling the uneasy feeling that swam through my gut.

"That's what she's expecting. Maybe that's even what she thinks she wants. But going over there now will get me no where. So, Noah, tell me about what you really thought of the conference..."

I tried to hold up my end of the conversation but it was like trying to run underwater. Johnny didn't scare me. The guy who came onto Danielle first didn't make me really nervous. But Michael was different. He wore his confidence so well that you barely realized it was there until he decided to exercise it. I watched my wife cross the room, headed for the restrooms, and wondered whether I should call it a night and take her out of there.

My phone buzzed. I was afraid of receiving a chastisement in phone text form. Instead, I practically choked.

"I'M SO HORNY"

"Your wife?" Michael asked, noticing me checking my phone.

I nodded. I didn't dare try and speak. I didn't even know how to respond to that and was still thinking when she returned. Rather than settle back into her seat, though, she took her pink martini and came over to join us.

The soft light of the bar cast a satiny sheen across her smooth skin and bare arms, catching on her glossy lips and bright blue eyes. Her nipples were hard, making visible little bumps high on her tight black dress. My groin twitched; even Michael sucked in his breath.

"So which one of you handsome gentlemen should I thank for this?" she asked, holding up her cosmo.

She seemed to be a little surprised when Michael answered. "I requested a drink for the lovely lady, but please don't feel obliged to thank me," his English accent making the already smooth statement even smoother.

"Well, you have it anyway," her smile lighting up her face. "May I join you?" she asked Michael, flashing me an inquisitive look.

"We'd be delighted," Michael welcomed her, making room next to himself, directly across the cocktail round from me.

"We were discussing what a beautiful creature such as yourself was doing alone at a hotel bar on a Friday night," Michael flirted, keeping his eyes on her face even as she leaned against the table.

Danielle raised a carefully manicured eyebrow at the young Brit. "Is that so?" she asked, looking at me directly for the first time. Her eyes flickered down to my ring"our ring"and a mischievous smile formed on her lips. "And what would your wife think if she heard you were discussing strange women in hotel bars?"

Michael kept quiet, watching our exchange. "We have our secrets. What she doesn't know couldn't kill her."

Danielle laughed quietly, blinking her eyes slowly. "And do you think she has any secrets she keeps from you?" She leaned deeper onto the counter and even I, her husband of ten years, couldn't resist looking down the front of her tight black dress. I didn't detect a bra. I felt my mouth water. Who was this woman?

"I'm sure she has a few, yes. Don't all women?" I took a sip of my beer. "I'm sure you have a few."

The mischief never left her face. She was toying me, just as she'd toyed with Johnny. And I was just as helpless.

"A few," she nodded, turning back to Michael. "You?"

Michael took a moment to answer. "Me? No, I don't keep secrets. I'm what they call an open book."

"So if I asked you a question, you'd answer it honestly?" Danielle's lips were glossy red. I watched them as they moved, mesmerized by the way the corners of her mouth turned up. Did she do that for me anymore?

"I would."

"Okay then," she said, drawing her drink to her lips and stalling it. She peered across the pink liquid with her vivid blue eyes. "Do you want to sleep with me?" she asked before taking her sip.

My jaw dropped open in disbelief and even Michael blanched for a moment at Danielle's forwardness. Quickly recovered, he answered, "From the moment you walked in. And that's without even knowing your name. Imagine what I'd want to do if I did..."

"Dani," she replied, setting the drink down and holding out her hand. He took brought it to his lips, kissing her wrists and introducing himself. "And this married fellow here is Noah."

"Noah..." she said, letting my name roll across her wet lips. "What do you think, Noah, should I sleep with him?"

Her eyes sparkled. She knew what this was doing to me; she knew how wild she was driving me. She seemed to be getting a kick out of it, too.

"Depends. Can I watch?" I answered nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, sir, I'm not normally that kind of girl," she winked at Michael.

"Normally?" Michael asked it but my mind was screaming it.

My wife actually blushed, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. "Well, back before I was... back when I was in college, I shared in a few wild experiences." I had to force myself to regulate my breathing in calm, even intakes. I knew little of her experience in school and she'd never mentioned any "wild experiences."

"Go on," Michael prompted.

Danielle took a deep breath and another sip of her cocktail. "I think I've had one too many of these." She laughed nervously and for a moment, I saw the shier, more conservative woman I'd married. "Well, in my junior year of school, I moved out of the dorms and into my own apartment off campus. It was in a cute little three story complex with large windows and plenty of trees to provide privacy. Or so I thought. When the leaves started to fall in the winter, I soon discovered that the houses in the neighborhood behind mine weren't as far off as I thought. In fact, one house had a direct view into my bedroom and I wasn't the only one who'd made this observation."

I'd never heard this story before and I felt tingly. "Turns out the bedroom in the back of the house belonged to a high school senior named Ryan who had, shall we say, voyeuristic tendencies."

"He watched you?"

Danielle shrugged nonchalantly. "I'd tease him a little. Walk by in my bra and panties; maybe show him getting ready for an evening out. But I always remembered to keep the shades drawn when I was... entertaining. That all changed one Friday night when I got back after having too much to drink. I'd been teasing this guy mercilessly, which usually gets me... well, anyway, we get back to my place and immediately start going at it, hot and heavy. I'd left the blinds open from earlier in the evening and happen to notice Ryan out of the corner of my eye. I don't know what came over me. I felt the guy I was with slip his hand under my skirt and just sort of went with it."

"You gave the kid a show..."

"Probably of his life. He even took me from behind, with my hands braced on the windowsill. Our eyes met as I climaxed. It was... one of the hottest nights of my life."

"That's some story," Michael said after a long pause. "So you like being watched?"

She was flushed, her cheeks red from the retelling. "Truthfully, in the light of the morning, I couldn't believe what I'd done. I stopped teasing Ryan after that night and I avoided him if I saw him walking around the neighborhood. But it was definitely something else."

We were quiet as the waitress approached and we ordered another round of drinks. Michael excused himself to the bathroom, giving my wife and I time alone for the first time that evening.

"Oh God, Noah, we need to get out of here. I'm so horny right now that soon I can't be held accountable for my actions!" she whisper-yelled in my ear.

"You never told me that story," I said, still buzzing from her encounter.

"You didn't tell me there were going to be other guys here," she whispered right back. "If I'd have known there were co-workers around, I never would have dressed like this!"

"Michael's not my co-worker. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's happy you did."

Something changed in her expression. "This is getting you excited, isn't it?" I opened my mouth to say something but felt her hands brush across my erection before I could. "It is!"

"Well, your story was pretty hot..." I said weakly.

"Yeah, but that's not why you're hard." I couldn't tell if she was angry or not. "Do you want me to fuck Michael?"

"Do you want to fuck him?" Truthfully, I don't think I wanted to hear her answer. Yes or no, it would tear me up inside. I think I liked the ambiguity of not knowing; of pretending that she'd say yes and feeling safe that she'd say no.

I could barely meet her eyes and had to tear my gaze away from my glass. Danielle was biting her lip, her own blue eyes downcast and thoughtful. She looked so beautiful. "If I answer truthfully, can we get out of here?"

I was silent as the waitress swept in and delivered our drinks. I didn't want to answer because I didn't want an answer. But I couldn't leave her hanging, either. With a mix of excitement and dread, I whispered, "Yes."

She opened her full, glossy lips to give her answer when suddenly she smiled, changing her demeanor back into the seductress. "Welcome back," she smiled over my shoulder.

"Why thank you," Michael said, taking his position next to Danielle and running his hand along her shoulder. She shivered at his strange touch. "So where were we?"

"I was asking you questions to keep you honest." He laughed, remembering the earlier conversation. "So, Michael, ever had a one night stand?" She brushed her blond hair from her face, raising an eyebrow in the Brit's direction.

"Never with someone as beautiful as you," he said cheekily.

She laughed, bobbing her head. "Okay, okay... how about, when was the last time you had a one night stand?"

He tapped his lips, seemingly in disbelief, and said with a grin, "Last night."

This surprised both Danielle and myself, my wife's eyebrows shooting up. "Really? With someone at the convention?"

He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Dani, I'm having trouble being the truthful man I said I was and a gentleman. If I tell you, I want you to answer a few of my own questions."

Danielle seemed to think this was fair, but I gulped silently. Michael leaned close to my wife and whispered something that I couldn't hear. Her blue eyes smiled, searching the room and focusing on the waitress, widening just a notch. "Really?"

Michael shrugged. "Now. Measurements please."

Danielle batted her eyelashes coyly. "Well, I'm 5'5"..." She giggled like a teenager as the Brit studied her with his dark eyes. "34B, 23, 34."

He nodded in appreciation. "Are you a natural blond?" Again, the giggle and another shy nod. "You're adorable..." He was gazing into her eyes, which she met with bashfulness, looking from Michael to her martini to Michael. "Now, the number one question I've been wondering all evening..."

Do you want fuck me? The question didn't need to be asked. It hung in the air like a flash of lightning. How would she answer it? Why did I suddenly feel like an imposter at this table?


"Do you..." He paused for dramatic effect. "...like British men?"

We all laughed with a touch of hysteria. I saw relief in Danielle's face as she nodded and replied, "Yes." She took a large swallow at her drink and laughed softly.

Something changed after that. It was subtle. So subtle that I barely picked up on it"especially with my alcohol buzzing brain. Danielle began to reciprocate Michael's flirting. Her secretive glances in my direction came less and less often, and more than once I caught her getting lost in his dark gray eyes. She'd realize what she was doing, shake her head to break out of it, and blush with embarrassment.

He began touching her bare arms to emphasize a point, or brushing her blond locks as she enthusiastically retold a story. Jealousy crawled out of the dark recesses where it normally hid. My stomach flipped and fluttered. My head prickled. And yet, I had never been so turned on in my life. Part of me reasoned that Danielle could never fall for someone else"she loved me too much. The other part of me wanted it to happen. Ever so slowly, that second part took over.

"You like this dress, do you?" she asked Michael, snapping me out of my torrid thoughts. "You should see the outfit I bought for dancing..." She played with her wavy bangs, giggling softly.

It was time to stop this charade. Time to take my wife and ravage her. I was so horny I felt like I was about to explode. "I'm sorry to interrupt," I broke in, "but I just realized the time." The two looked at me as though remembering that I was there. Now was the time to make up some excuse to take Danielle away from the young Brit. Now was the time to end the fantasy. "I'm heading up to my room. My wife's probably wondering where I am."

"Well," Michael said, turning to Danielle, "now's my chance. If I take you dancing, do I have a chance to see that other outfit?"

Danielle's eye slid from the smooth young man to eye me. Her expression smoldered. I thought of her text. I knew that look. I knew what pleasures it promised. Those rare blowjobs were always preceded by eyes like that. Eyes on me, she said, "If you're lucky, you'll see a whole lot more." Registering my arousal, she looked back at Michael, who was smiling confidently.

I looked from Michael to Danielle. I knew that she'd be playing with me as much as Michael all night long, but I'd enjoyed the tease very much. But now she was taking things a little too far. She was painting herself into a corner and I wanted to watch her squirm.

I pulled out my wallet and removed a couple of twenties. "That should cover me," I said, stepping back. Panic washed over Danielle's face for the first time that evening as she realized that I was really leaving. "You kids have fun."

It was an impulsive decision for an impulsive moment. One I'd come to regret later? My heart fluttered, my cock blocked all rational thought.

I was a robot walking out of that bar. A slow-moving automaton. I felt like I had bungee cords strapped to my arms and legs, tightening with each step, pulling me back. I was playing with fire. I knew it. I paused before the elevator, watching the doors open and close. I almost turned around. I almost walked back into that bar. Then the elevator opened again and I stepped in.

Nausea crashed over me as I closed my hotel door. I panicked. For a split second, I panicked big time. Oh God, oh God, what had I done? My breathing came short. My heartbeat went erratic.

I thought of the two of them, alone, lips clashing against one another. His hand worked its way beneath her skirt. Her back arched, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry that I knew so well. My skin tingled as my imagination went wild. My cock stiffened. I was so turned on. I couldn't help it. I didn't ask for this.

My hands shook as I splashed cold water on my face; this time to clear the fever of sexual confusion. My phone buzzed once. A text. I went to it.

"TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION FROM EARLIER: YES"

My stomach bottomed out. My hair felt on fire. My breathing came in short, uneven breaths and I felt stars form behind my eyes. I felt bile rise. I heard the question being asked. "Do you want to fuck him?" I saw the two of them cross the room, mouths together, clothes plucked at and torn open.

Naked and on all fours, she arched her back as he entered her from behind. Her skin shimmered with sweat. Her coral lips parted as she cried out. "Yes. Fuck me!" Sweat beaded on my own forehead. I couldn't shake the image. It tore at me like a wild beast desperately trying to escape my chest.

I grabbed my phone. Enough was enough.

"GAMES OVER. YOU WIN."

Despite hitting send, I felt antsy. I paced. I turned the TV on without even checking to see what was on. I checked my phone again and again. The minutes crept by. Why wasn't she responding? Was I too late?

My phone buzzed. I suddenly didn't want to check it. I wished my heart would slow down, long enough to let me catch my breath. I turned the phone over in my hand, pressed read.

"TOO LATE. WISH YOU TOLD ME THAT BEFORE YOU LEFT..."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I swooned, stumbling to the bathroom. I pushed things too far. Fuck! That was an understatement. I'd pushed my beautiful wife into the arms of another man.

Dazed, sitting hard on the toilet, the images returned. Danielle on her back, legs spread and welcoming. I looked to the shower, only to be met with a vision of her wet body pinned against the shower wall, ankles locked around Michael's back.

I felt sick to my stomach at yet somehow, inexplicably, my brain was fiery with lust. I hated myself for feeling that way, but could no longer deny it. I knew that fantasies were best left as fantasies, but this night still felt abstract"still a fantasy"and for the moment, my imagination cruised on that.

I stood up suddenly. Too suddenly. My head rushed with stars. I fought my way across the room, to the door. I was determined to do... something... Get Michael's room number"somehow. Break down his door"someway. I wasn't going to let this fantasy ruin ten years of marriage.

And just as I reached the door, it opened inward. Jolted, I froze. Danielle was there, hip cocked to one side, head inclined, mischievous blue eyes cutting up at me. Her breathing was heavy. Her nipples were pinpoints high on her dress. Her half smile said it all: busted.

I swallowed as she swept across the room, grabbing my head in her sweaty palms and pulling my lips to hers. Hard. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as my wife's tongue slipped into my mouth.

We stumbled back, hitting the bed. I fell back, Danielle followed, her body hot against mine. "I've done something naughty," she said between kisses, her fingers going to my belt. Before my brain could catch up, I was pants-less, reclining against the mountainous pillows of the hotel bed. "I don't know if you'll forgive me."

"what?" I asked. My mouth went dry. I felt the queasiness return to my gut. My wife rolled her tight body along my cock, the silk of her stockings teasing my thighs. Her short dress rode up, revealing her lacy garter belt and her creamy upper thighs.

She stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, which danced with amusement. "You've never asked me to do it, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time."

I gasped as I felt the heat of her pussy run along my naked shaft. Her slick touch was like warm butter. Her blue eyes sparkled, never wavering as realization slowly dawned. She stroked the underside of my shaft with her silky smooth folds. She wasn't wearing panties, I thought as I gasped at the incredible sensations. It took two more strokes to realize that I hadn't felt the presence of her familiar, soft curls.

"Mmmm, that feels incredible," she moaned. I felt the soft bump of her clitoris with each pass along her slippery lips, my body shuddering as the ridge of my cock head slipped out of her valley and across the smooth plain of her mons. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip with a soft coo.

"God, I need it in me," she moaned as she continued to tease me. "I've needed it all day long..."

"Ah God," I groaned as she rubbed my erection along her softness. Reaching between her legs, she guided my cock into her snug womanhood with a shared gasp. She was so wet. She easily lowered herself onto me until I was buried tightly into her depths.

Slowly, she grinded on top of me. I looked her body over. She was still wearing her tight dress, but one of the spaghetti straps had slipped. The swell of her breast teased me. I was done being teased. Reaching up, I slipped the top of Danielle's dress off her shoulders, over her magnificent bust.

We kissed again, our embrace raw and visceral. I pulled off my shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin, to feel her small pink nipples scratch across my bare chest. Her skin was sticky with excitement, burning to the touch. She chewed on my lip as her hips rose and fell with greater and greater ardor.

"I've wanted this all day," she said, tearing her mouth from mine. "Oh God, yes... mmm yes..." I dipped my head, running my tongue along her neck. It tasted salty with excitement. Planting her hands on my shoulders, she pushed herself up and I reveled in the full glory of her nudity. Her round breasts rippled as her body rolled against me and her deep blue eyes locked into mine.

Unable to help myself, I scanned the bare skin of her upper torso. The lamplight of the room was warm yellow, the satiny sheen of her sweat giving her Playboy model-like sensuality. Her breasts were swollen with excitement, her pink nubs like hard cherries perched atop her buoyant swells. I cast my hungry gaze down along the tucked undercarriage of each breast, along her slim waist, abruptly ending in the crumbled fabric of her small dress.

Glancing up at her, I saw her watching me with amusement. "Take it off, please," I said hoarsely.

She teased me for just a moment as she took hold of the hem, realizing that my patience with her games was running out. Fluidly, she yanked the dress off. It caught for a brief moment on her breasts. I gasped. So sexy.

At last, my eyes feasted on the glory of our union. I jerked inside her as her bald sex was exposed. No hair at all. Not even a whisker. Her bare lips were stretched tightly around my shaft, her clit pink and hard just above.

She giggled. "I guess you're not mad at my little secret."

I laughed. Hardly, I thought, looking back at her. Watching her watching me. I could watch her like that forever. I could get lost in the swirl of emotion. Passion, adoration, intelligence, love, it was all there, seeing the same things reflected back in my eyes. Only now, there was something else. Confusion, maybe?

Her hips slowed, our caress becoming a gentle act of love. "I can't believe you left me alone with Michael," she whispered, leaning down as though to kiss me, stopping just two inches from my mouth.

"You know, after you left, he suggested we skip dancing and go back to his room?" My breath caught. She continued to grind against me, ducking her head as though to kiss me and then pulling back just before our lips touched. I felt her nipples tickle my chest.

"I knew you wouldn't go," I said, hearing my voice croak and groan.

Her eyes shifted from right to left, studying me. "But I almost did." Her voice was barely audible, even this close. She bit her lip, as though ready for me to lash out in jealousy. She was so beautiful. She shifted her hips. I groaned. Her silky embrace felt so good.

"Do you wish you had?" I asked after a long silence, our bodies never stopping the ebb and flow against one another.

She didn't give the quick answer. The obvious one. She actually took time to think about it, to give an honest answer. "No, I don't," she answered softly. I knew this was the truth. Years of marriage helped. "There's no where I'd rather be than here, my husband." She squeezed me with her thighs. "But I'd also be lying if I didn't tell you I was tempted. I love you too much not to tell you."

"Oh God, I love you, too, Dani," I whispered back to her, kissing her hard. Her ass was smooth in the palm of my hands, tight and round. "You are so fucking hot." She giggled, tossing her golden hair self-consciously. We fucked quietly for a few more minutes. "How did you get away from Michael?"

"Yeah, that was tricky..." She settled back into me, the entrance of her pussy gripping the base of my cock like a ring of fire. "After you left... mmm... I was a little shocked. At first, I just wanted to run out of there... follow you back to the room, but... ohhh..." She sighed languorously, her sweaty hands once again finding perch on my shoulders. For a moment my eyes left her blue gaze to watch her breasts swing and bounce.

"But then... I got a little upset... at you... I wanted to teach you a lesson. So I let Michael do his thing." She closed her eyes and rocked against me for a few moments. "Before I knew it..." She stopped, biting her lip and regarding me with real concern. "You sure you want to hear this?"

I wasn't, but I nodded anyway as my mind began to freak out.

She nodded back. "Before I knew it, I found myself becoming very attracted to him. He was intelligent, funny, polite, and very confident. If I wasn't married..." I felt her squeeze me with her pussy and shuddered. "When I texted you, I wasn't really lying... but I was also just trying to get back at you. When you texted me back, it was a real reality check. Time to go. But not without one last barb." She winked, referring to her "too late" text. "I told him that an emergency came up and that a relative I was visiting was sick. He wasn't happy, but he bought it."

"And then you came back?"

She rolled her eyes away in embarrassment. "Well, there was one other thing..." I held my breath. "We kind of kissed. It was just as I was leaving. It seemed... the right thing to do at the time..."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't gather my thoughts. "Tongue?" I blurted.

Worriedly, she nodded. "I'm sorry, honey, but I wanted you to know everything. I didn't mean to" I silenced her, pulling her head to mine in a fierce kiss. I was angry, confused, aroused. No more thinking tonight. It could wait until morning. No more talk.

I rolled the two of us over swiftly, maintaining our union, taking her from above. I felt the familiar sensation of her legs wrapping around my hips. I slowly withdrew until just my head was encased in her warmth. "You're incredible," I groaned, thrusting into her. Withdraw, Thrust. Harder. Intensity. Her slim hips met mine. Our bodies slapped together.

"Fuck me," Danielle hissed through clenched teeth. "Harder," she said, ferociously quiet. The sounds of our coupling assaulted me. The sounds my wife was making. The things she was saying. Things had gone dreamlike. She rarely cursed. Rarely spoke as we made love. Was she thinking of him? I'll show her who she should think of...

My arms burned, holding me aloft her undulating body. Long strokes. My entire length in and out. Vicious. "Yes! YES! YES! OH! OHHH!" Her heels dug into my back. She pulled me to her. Her skin was like fire, her breasts slick, her nipples like glowing embers. Our lips tore at one another until we could kiss no more.

She tipped her head back, gritting her teeth. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. "Shit, I'm coming! GOD, BABY, COME!! COME!!!"

It was all too much. The feeling of her pussy as it danced along my pumping cock was too much. My balls tightened and the single moment of clarity washed over me just before I released deep inside her.

She was my everything.

She tightened her leg lock on me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her. Our sweaty bodies compressed; our lips came together at the very height of our mutual orgasm, tongues flailing furiously like wild animals, her lips vibrating against mine as she fought to moan and kiss and fuck and come all at once.

At last... at last, we collapsed into one another, spent and exhausted. At last, if only for a moment, we were satisfied, the urges that had been growing all evening had come to a rest. We held one another and let our racing hearts return to normal. I let sleep take me.

***

I woke the next morning with a smile. Danielle was still sleeping, curled up in my arms. I hadn't felt this good since the early years of our marriage, when every morning was memorable. I stroked her soft blond hair until her eyes opened. "Morning," she said sleepily.

"Morning." We kissed, morning breath and all, and she blinked, clearing the sleep from her eyes.

"You were incredible last night," she said at last, kissing my neck and shifting against me. Her naked touch sparked my arousal. "You treat all your women that well?"

"Only the sexy ones."

She laughed. "So you're not upset about what happened last night?"

"No, not really. If anything, it's you who should be mad. I mean, I put you in a really awkward position."

"'Awkward' wouldn't exactly be the word I'd use..." Reaching beneath the sheets, her fingers brushed along my cock, erect from the morning and her touch. She purred at her discovery. "Besides, I knew how turned on it would make you, honey. I'd forgotten how fun it was to tease."

I gasped as her fingers formed a ring around my shaft and she slowly began to jerk me. "I love that you're such a tease, and happy that you're nothing more."

Her eye brows shot up in mock offence. "Nothing more than a tease? I'll show you nothing more than a tease." Her fingers tightened around my cock as she slipped under the covers. I only had a moment before her mouth enveloped me with a loud slurp. I groaned at the wonderful sensation. Silky hair on my thighs. Wet mouth and firm fingers around my shaft. She bobbed her head with a fury that I hadn't received from her in years.

Her tongue was a miracle as it darted and swirled. I felt my cock head slip into her throat and watched"my eyes droopy with lust"as the sheets bounced below me. I pulled them away, freeing my wife to cool fresh air. Our eyes met. Her brow was sweaty, her cheeks concave as she sucked.

I shuddered as I came, catching her by surprise. A stream of come leaked from the side of her mouth before she could get me under control, swallowing my excitement. She sucked and licked until I couldn't take it anymore, sitting back and wiping the mess from her face. "Yummy," she said, licking her fingers clean. "I feel all dirty. I think I'm going to take a shower... want to join me?"

As she slipped out of bed, I caught a glimpse of her bare sex, shocked all over again by its baldness. I lay in bed long enough to watch her athletic backside flex and sway on her way to the bathroom. Then I followed her in. I still hadn't forgotten the images that had haunted me the night before, particularly the one about Michael and Danielle in the bathroom, against the wall. It was time for me to exorcise those demons...

***

We had breakfast in the hotel restaurant a few hours before it was time to fly out. We had a lot of talking to do and not much was getting done when we were alone. We both agreed that while flirting with temptation was exciting, going too far would be destructive. Neither of wanted to lose the other.

On our way out, we ran into Michael. We were holding hands like a couple of teenagers going steady; there was little room for interpretation there.

"Morning... this is a rather odd sight..." Michael said, confused.

I froze, panicking. Shit, now we were in trouble, I thought.

"Good morning to you, Michael," my wife said, picking up my slack. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, but her voice didn't waver. "I'd like you to meet my husband, Noah. I believe you've met." She winked at him.

Michael looked at me, then at her, then back at me. Honestly, I have no idea what was going through his head. "Run" was about the only thing going through mine. But then the young Brit smiled, laughing.

I found my tongue. "I'm sorry, Michael. It just sort of happened. We didn't mean for the little game to go as far as it did""

Michael stopped me, needing no explanation. "I understand, mate. It's not every day a guy gets to be part of someone else's sexual fantasy." He said this looking at my wife; a tingle of jealousy rolled down mine spine.

Danielle blushed at his confident gaze but returned it with equal assurance. She had every right to be proud; she'd played him so well��"played both of us so well.

"Noah, you're a lucky devil. I don't suppose I could get a little kiss from your wife before we say goodbye, could I?"

I shook my head, knowing that he wasn't being serious. "I think you've already got that." I was only a tiny bit bitter. It felt good basically telling him to shove off, even though I liked the guy.

He seemed a little surprised that I knew that much, but nodded. "Fair enough." He nodded to the two of us. "Last time I'll ever try picking up a bird as good looking as you in a bar." He laughed. "Not really."

He went his way, we went ours. I felt flushed and judging from Danielle's palms, she was as well. We said nothing on the way up to the room. We didn't need to. We still had a few hours before we flew out...

The End