“Here he comes. Okay, go for it, Blondie. You want to fuck him—spend the night with him? Go for it, hotpants. You make him sound like a player, not nearly as straight-laced as I’d thought.”
Blondie beamed at my approval and gave me a light kiss with a quick flick of warm tongue. As Beau joined us, she took his hand, flashed an absolutely radiant smile at him and said huskily,
“Everything’s cool, baby, let’s go up to your room and have us a little private party, okay?”
Beau raised an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly. Seeing him, Blondie said,
“Beau, it’s okay, baby—I told you it would be fine didn’t I? Rick is cool—he knew from the way we were dancin’ what’s goin’ on an’ he’s cool with goin’ to your room for a while an’ we’ll just see what happens from there.” She winked lewdly at Beau and stage whispered,
“It helped when I told Rick I brought a garterbelt—he’s always up for seein’ me wear one for another man. Now, c’mon, let’s go where I can put on a little show for my two big, handsome studs, okay, mes chéris (my darlings)?”
I looked at Blondie and Beau, innocently wide-eyed and said,
“Hey guys, if you want to fool around, I’m certainly not going to be the party pooper. Right this minute, I think we ought to fire up a doobie before we do anything else and we sure as hell can’t do that in here. Let’s burn one in the room and we’ll just see what comes up, how’s that?”
Blondie looked at Beau’s crotch, smiled at him wickedly and purred,
“Oh yeah, baby, let’s see what comes up and how long I can keep it up, hmmm?”
He looked intently at her and asked, “You sure?”
With her eyes burning into his, she licked those full luscious lips suggestively and cooed softly,
“Beau, darlin’ I think maybe you just need to quit askin’ all these questions an’ take me on up to your room right now, okay?”
She paused and then whispered, “An’ fuck me, baby, okay?”
There it was! No more beating around the bush; my horny wife had put it all on the table, right in front of her husband. Beau looked at me for confirmation and I just grinned. Blondie followed our exchanged looks and smirked,
“While ol’ Dickie boy here watches you do it, stud-muffin.”
Setting his drink on the bar, Beau signed the tab and we headed for the street. Back at the hotel, we had the elevator to ourselves, and as soon as the door closed on the lobby, Blondie slipped her arms around Beau’s waist and pushed her groin up against him. Extending her arms upward, she pulled his face down and kissed him lightly. Peering intently up into his face, she queried,
“You said you an’ your wife don’t have sex very often; when was the last time, baby?”
When he responded that it had been almost a month, she glanced over at me, smiling greedily and asked him, “Has any other lady gotten lucky lately, baby?”
Beau responded weakly, “No, unfortunately.” Blondie looked into his eyes and whispered,
“This is going to be good, baby; I’m going to make you feel real good, lover.”
Smiling confidently she whispered, “Cause I’m nice ‘n tight, sugar…no kids, you know…so I’m nice and tight for an ol’ married broad.”