MRS UK'S STORY
Every bit of my body tingled with nervous anticipation. After I'd sent my husband out of the room I was tempted to turn on my vibrator and slip it into my wet pussy I was so desperate to cum. Instead I had a vodka from the mini bar and squeezed into my little black dress. One last check in the full length mirror and I was ready to go. The bar was just across the road from our hotel. I looked around as I walked in but didn't acknowledge my husband as he raised his eyebrows, indicating he'd seen me. This was perfect - busy but not packed, a great atmosphere and some hot looking guys at the bar. I approached the bar and brushed a young fellas arm with mine. I was inches from him when i ordered a large glass of white wine. Now to cast the bait! "I'm so embarrassed", I said to the barman as I frantically searched my handbag, "I was convinced I'd brought my bank card." Immediate bite! "Let me pay for that". I was appropriately grateful and squeezed his hand. Let the flirting begin! Carl was 38 and was on a stag night with his friends. Most of them played rugby together. I told him he was the most handsome and he asked me what a sexy lady was doing out on her own. "I'm waiting for my husband. He's up here on business and we're stopping in the hotel across the road. He's running late so I've got a couple of hours to play with." "Let me buy you another drink", said Carl before I excused myself and went to the toilet. Time to text my husband - GO TO OUR ROOM AND HIDE IN THE WARDROBE AT THE END IF THE BED. LOVE FROM YOUR SLUT X
MR UK'S STORY
I opened the text with shaking hands. My wife never ceased to amaze me. It had taken her less than ***** minutes to pull a bloke around 20 years younger than her. As I sat watching her I was becoming increasingly turned on. She looked amazingly sexy to me but I was biased, it looked as though she had gained a new fan though with this guy. He responded to every touch of his arm, his smile seemed to signal a desire for her. He was desperate to please and flashed his white teeth in a broad grin at every opportunity. I had guessed that my girl would home in on him. He was tall, dark and muscular. White shirt, tight black trousers, all her boxes were ticked. I gave them a wide berth as I left the bar. Time for me to hide in the wardrobe.