Confessions of a Hotwife - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Hotwife

... seams on my stockings.

Make-up was next: just the right amount of blush, a lovely shade of pink on my eyelids, and as close a match for my lip gloss.

I could have spent hours primping my hair, but honestly, in the dimly lit lounge, knowing James would be lacing his fingers into my hair. I didn't think the effect was worth the effort. I just brushed my hair and teased it a little over my forehead.

"I wanna be there before James arrives," Mark said as he finished buttoning his shirt.

"I agree. When are we meeting him?" I asked.

"Eight O'clock," he answered and then added, "We should leave here shortly."

We arrived at the Plaza a little before seven-thirty. Mark checked in, and as we walked toward the lounge, he handed me a key card. "What room are we in?" I asked."

"Room 1239," he replied. From the room number, I assumed we'd be on the twelfth floor, high above the hustle and bustle of the street far below. I'd be able to seduce James without the worry of someone outside watching.

"This place is packed," I remarked as we entered the lounge. It seemed like every available table was taken, which the young girl collecting the cover charge confirmed when she said, "You can sit at the bar, but you'll have to wait for a table to open up."

Mark instantly replied, "We'll wait."

With the brighter light in the hall behind, I knew my shapely legs were silhouetted through the sheer fabric of my peasant skirt, and many of the men glancing toward us were in ...

... appreciation of that sexy view.

Mark leaned close to me and remarked, "If James doesn't show, we'd be able to find a suitable replacement, judging by the looks you're getting Pen."

"Do you think he might be a no-show?" I asked.

From behind, an unfamiliar voice said, "Not a chance."

Mark turned and immediately said, "James, it's good to see you."

As they shook hands, James kept eye contact with me. "You remember Penny?” Mark asked.

James reached for my hand and replied, "I certainly do."

As we shook hands, James leaned closer to me and quietly said, "I love your stockings and stilettos." A lustful grin appeared on his lips.

James isn't overly handsome; his wavy dark hair appeared disheveled, and he sported a light five o'clock shadow. But his bright smile and blue eyes told me I'd have something sexy to stare into later as I pleasured him with my mouth.

"I have a table available," the youthful employee finally said.

"Great," Mark replied.

Our table was against the back wall in a darker corner of the lounge. I sat with the wall behind me and let my two lovers take seats beside me.

At first, I took a very ladylike approach to our meeting, keeping my legs together and hands daintily folded on the table. Once our first round of drinks had been served, I changed my approach, crossing my legs to touch James with my high heel and dropping one hand to my lap.

"What do you remember from our first time together?" I asked.

James grinned at me, "I ...