Sinful Hotwife Urges

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

“Look around at the men,” Ethan said in a low voice.

The bar was dimly lit, and most of the men were business-types in groups. Some talked in loud voices while others, their business concluded, were sitting back. There were only a few couples with the women dressed for a special evening out. A few single men sat or stood at the bar.

“Okay, why should I?” I asked him.

“Tell me who you would sleep with?” Ethan asked. I looked at him in surprise. “It’s a game. Let’s say you were a married woman who was allowed to break her vows and with any man here as long as her husband could watch. Which man would it be?”

I smiled at Ethan and played the game that would change my life. After carefully surveying the darkened lounge, I pointed at a man sitting alone at the end of the bar near us. “Him.”

“Why?”

“He looks rich, strong, a little dangerous, and lonely,” I said.

“Go talk to him.”

“No, I wouldn’t know what to say,” I protested, pretending to be shy.

"Tell him you're a married woman, and your husband said you could sleep with any man you wanted as long as he could watch you do it."

"But it’s not true," I protested. Inside, I felt my excitement building. What if it were true? What if I were married to Ethan, and he wanted me to sleep with another man? I was throbbing with excitement when I stood and walked to the bar.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” the bartender asked.

“No, thank you. I’m here to talk to this gentleman,” I answered.

The gentleman had light brown skin and a full head of jet black hair. His face looked craggy, as if from living a rough life. He was tall and seemed incredibly strong, even through his custom-made suit. He looked at me without showing surprise. “Do I know you?”

I stuck my hand out, “Scarlett.”

He looked down before carefully setting his drink on the bar and taking my hand with icy fingers. "Rocko."

“Are you married, Rocko with-no-last-name?” I asked.

“No, ma’am,” he smiled at me, then waited to hear what game I was playing. His smile wasn’t warm and friendly; it looked like the grin a movie villain might have right before he lowers the hero into a boiling vat of oil.

“Well, I am. In fact, I’m married to the handsome man sitting over there.” Rocko turned slightly and looked over at Ethan. “Tonight’s very special for us. Wouldn’t you like to know why?”

"Yes." I played with the top of my dress and exposed even more of my breasts.

"Tonight, I can sleep with any man I want, as long as my husband watches." I kept my eyes locked on Rocko’s.