Halfway through her meal, and after she had finished her first drink, Emily looked back at the bored waiter and winked at him. He raised an eyebrow, and she waggled both of hers as she hiked up her dress to seemingly scratch the outside of her leg. His smile was replaced by something hungrier, and when she excused herself to use the ladies room, he understood her invitation perfectly.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, pushing her chair in.
“Sure, whatever,” Tom said, taking another sip of his coffee before burying his head once more.
Without a spoken word between them, Emily kissed the waiter against the wall of the restroom. His hands slid under her dress to find her bare, and she quickly undid his black pants at the same time. They were frantic in their attack, and less than thirty seconds after entering the room, he had her pinned to the wall with his arm under one leg and his mostly hard cock inside her.
Less than thirty seconds. It was practically a record.
They kissed as they fucked, and she once again began to recite her litany in her head: I’m fucking a stranger without a condom on, I’m fucking a stranger, I’m fucking a stranger, and Tom doesn’t know….
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
Emily cut him off as he set her down, his cock no longer as hard as it was a moment ago. Without pause, she knelt on the cold tile floor and took him into her mouth instead, tasting herself on him. He braced himself above her as she began to take him deeper into her throat, her hand moving up and down him vigorously. On the floor of the bathroom, Emily felt ever dirtier, if that were possible, and she continued to suck him and tease him until it was clear from his moans that he was close to finishing.
Instead of attempting anything more, Emily continued her work, taking all of him now as he thrust into her mouth. With one hand on his ass and the other wrapped around his shaft, she squeezed, sucked, and licked in such a perfect combination that he began to come, first in her mouth and then onto her chin and neck as she looked up at him with a smile. He staggered back for a moment, looking down with a grin, and she put a finger to her lips. Emily stood, licked her lips, cleaned herself up just enough as to be presentable, and then left the waiter in the bathroom to decide his own fate.
Tom did not look up when she sat down, and even as she continued to lick her lips, tasting the waiter still, he ignored her. She sighed as she leaned back in her chair, and then took a long sip of her second drink. When she looked down again, she discovered she had missed some of the man’s mess, and it sat on her cleavage glistening in the sun like a badge of honor. Just as she was about to reach down and clean herself up, she made a snap decision to ignore it. Tom was not one to pay close attention, but maybe this time she might get a rise out of him.
“Are you all finished? I’d rather be out on the dock fishing than sitting in this shitty bar nursing a bad cup of coffee.”
“Of course dear,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. He turned as if to brush her away and then focused in on her cleavage as if for the first time. With a slight tilt of his head, he stared at her for a moment, and Emily found her heart beating fast in her chest. He picked up a napkin, leaned forward, and then awkwardly brushed the come off her breast.
“You had something on you. Gravy maybe. You are a mess sometimes, do you know that? I don’t see how you can eat that much anyway. Especially as a woman. I’m surprised you’re not fat already.”
“Thank you, dear,” she said, shaking her head as she stood. “I’ll be more careful in the future.”
And then she followed him out into the sun without once looking back at the fawning face of the young man she left standing at the edge of the bar looking like someone had just stolen his bicycle.
(From my book, Behind His Back. It’s less of a hotwife story and more about a woman with a controlling husband who is doing her best to find her own pleasure however she can. It’s complicated and not especially pretty I suppose. But I like it all the same. Maybe because of all that.)