Many years ago
My wife and I were on vacation many miles from where the chance of running into anyone we knew was next to none. Well, that turned out to not be the case. While in the club at our hotel, we grabbed a couple of drinks, found a table in a darker part of the room with a good view of the dance floor and settled in for a bit of fun and people watching. Rita was looking great in a white wrap skirt with a thin red blouse. Underneath she was wearing a completely transparent bra and panty set with matching garter belt and dark stockings. When we were out of town, she would transform from the conservative young mom she normally was to what she called her husband's hot slut.
We danced a few songs, had a couple of more drinks and settled in to people watch. It wasn't long before a man approached and said hello. Wouldn't you know it. An old fraternity brother (I really didn't care for) was standing there grinning like a possum. He had seen us on the dance floor and followed us over. After inviting himself to sit down, he made a little small talk and then asked if he could dance with Rita. I said he would have to ask her. Rita looked at me a bit funny, shrugged her shoulders and said sure.
Now to this point, Rita's idea of being her husband's hot slut, was to dress sexy, flirt enough to feel that way, then leave it at that. She had never really had a man in this situation that was as aggressive as what I had known Bob to be back at school. Normally she would fast dance a couple of times, making a few sexy moves and then return to me, not dancing with the same partner more than that couple of dances. This turned out to be different.
We danced a few songs, had a couple of more drinks and settled in to people watch. It wasn't long before a man approached and said hello. Wouldn't you know it. An old fraternity brother (I really didn't care for) was standing there grinning like a possum. He had seen us on the dance floor and followed us over. After inviting himself to sit down, he made a little small talk and then asked if he could dance with Rita. I said he would have to ask her. Rita looked at me a bit funny, shrugged her shoulders and said sure.
Now to this point, Rita's idea of being her husband's hot slut, was to dress sexy, flirt enough to feel that way, then leave it at that. She had never really had a man in this situation that was as aggressive as what I had known Bob to be back at school. Normally she would fast dance a couple of times, making a few sexy moves and then return to me, not dancing with the same partner more than that couple of dances. This turned out to be different.
