Night at the Breakers by Juventas

It was the night of a friend’s 40th birthday party and I was getting dressed to go out with her and twelve of her closest friends. Her husband had rented a mini-bus to take us out to dinner, followed by a trip to a dance club for some dancing and drinks. We were headed to the Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach to start the evening, so I was a little excited about what the night might bring.I had borrowed a hot little dress from my friend and tried it on for my husband.“Hot, totally fuckable, but not too slutty,” he comment and gave me a wink.

I knew what that wink meant. We had been kind of been flirting with the idea of hot wifing for a while now. I still wasn’t quite sure if this was just a fantasy of his or he was considering it and wanted me to think about it as well. The idea of hot wifing, when the wife is allowed to play alone with the consent of the husband, was a new idea and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet. We had been in the ‘life-style’ since we had met eight years ago and enjoyed ‘playing’ once or twice a month as our scheduled allowed.

“I got you something to wear for your big night out,” he said, handing me a little box.

He had always been a little lame on giving me gifts, not that he wasn’t generous, I think he just worked under the belief that if someone wanted or needed something, they would simply buy it for themselves. I opened the tiny box and saw the cute little anklet inside. “Was this for real?” I thought, does he really want me to do this?

He had told me the significance of a woman wearing an anklet; it meant she was a hot wife and was available to ‘play’ with other men. Basically, anklets are worn by married woman who are allowed to indulge in extra-marital sex.

“Are you sure you want me to wear this while I’m wearing this dress.” I said, suggesting to him that I would have no problem hooking up with some hot guy if the mood struck me.

“No, I not sure, but I want you to wear it anyway. I think it will be a turn on for you, wondering if the guy you’re talking to saw it and knows what it means.”

He had a point there and I decided to give it a try and see what came of it.

We would sometimes use this scenario during sex, telling each other hot stories about me being out alone and hooking up with a random stranger. This was the context he had used to say that ‘if we ever were to consider it, there would have to be rules’, or guidelines as he called them. He mentioned three rules he would want us to follow:

1. Who ever I played with had to be a total stranger.

2. No personal information was to be exchanged and there would be no future contact with him.

3. I would take pictures and videos for him to see.

If ever there would be a night to test our interest in the hot wifing world, tonight would surely be it. I was beginning to get a little excited thinking about the possibilities. I started getting sexually aroused and was looking forward to the evening out even more than I had been before this exchange. What if I met a hot guy, could I do it? I wasn’t sure what the answer was but just thinking about it was turning me on.

After dinner, we all went to the lobby bar for a few drinks before we were to head to the dance club. My friends were finishing the two bottles of champagne Michelle’s husband had purchased as part of his gift. I decided to go up to the bar and order a cocktail. There was an open seat and I grabbed it, ending up next to an attractive middle-aged guy. As the bartender was walking towards me, I looked over at the drink sitting in front of him.

“What’s that,” I asked.

“Grey Goose martini.”

“Good choice,” I said to him. Then “I’ll have what he’s having” I said to the bartender. I had learned from my time in NYC how to get guys to buy you a drink and this one had worked 100% of the time. Not only are you complimenting their good taste, but no guy in the world could hear those words and not think about what Meg Ryan was doing in When Harry Met Sally. With that said, I would have ordered a Grey Goose martini even if I were paying for it myself, had a wanted to spend the $35.

“Bobby,” he said as the bartender turned away to mix my cocktail.

“Allie,” I replied.

“Bachelorette party?” he asked, motioning towards my pack of friends.

“No, 40th Birthday.”

“Not yours, I’m sure,”.

“No, no, I have a few more years until that awful day,” I said jokingly.

“Ah, it’s not that bad,” he said with a warm smile. “But let me know in ten years.”

“Five,” I smiled back.

He was handsome in a gentlemanly way. He was sitting down, so it was hard to tell how tall he was but he had a decent body from what I could see.

“Are you a guest of the hotel, Mam?” said the bartender when she returned with the martini.

“No,” I said, pretending to look for my purse.

“You can put it on my tab,” Bobby said to the bartender.

“Thanks,” I said as I turned back towards the bar. I raised my glass towards his and said “Cheers”.

When I was walking up to the bar, I had noticed him talking to two guys next to him and I had assumed that they were together.

“Boys night out?” I asked.

“Yeah, these two are old friends of mine and we came down for the weekend to play some golf.”

“Nice,” was all I could think to reply.

We continued to make small talk and somehow ended up talking about smoking some pot.

“I have some nice stuff up in my room, clean mellow buzz. Wanna sneak up for a few hits?”

I suddenly felt a little flush and could feel a sight tingling between my legs. I knew where this was going. He might as well have asked me if I wanted to suck his cock, which, judging by my reaction, I did.

“Sounds like fun, but I’m married and I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

“I don’t blame him, I’d be very protective of you too if you were my wife,” he said as he very obviously took a very slow visual walk down my long legs and looked directly at my new anklet.

My heart was pounding out of my chest and I had a million thoughts running through my brain. Did Mike give me the anklet as a way of telling me he wanted me to do this? Did I have his approval and consent to follow through on it? I was hoping both were true. I took a deep breath to compose myself, because this fantasy of ours was about to become a reality.

“Well,” I said with a gleam in my eye, “he might not mind. We’re pretty open sexually,” giving my anklet a little shake for him to see.

Then I took my own walk down his body and looked right at his crotch. It took all my courage to do it and I was a little embarrassed but Bobby just smiled.

“Let’s go up, a few quick hits and we’ll be back before your friends know you’re gone.”

“Ok, but I need this to be very discreet. I’ll meet you at the elevators in a few minutes.” He just smiled as I picked up my drink and headed back to tell the girls I needed to call home to check on the kids.

His room was actually a beautiful suite with a living area and separate bedroom. I sat on the couch while he went into the bedroom. My heels were so high; they pushed my knees up above my waist on the low couch. If I moved an inch, I think he would be getting an eyeful. I sat motionless, feeling very naughty about being in a strange man’s hotel room.

He came out of the bedroom with a lit joint and handed it to me. It was very sweet tasting and I could feel it going right to my head as I held it in my lungs. I handed it back, he took a small hit and lowered his hand back towards me. As I reached up to take it from his hand, he gently pushed my hand away and moved it closer to my lips, gesturing that he wanted me to take a hit while he held onto it. As I moved my lips closer to his hand, I was looking straight at his crotch again and his very noticeable bulge. I licked my lips to make sure they were good and wet as I put them to his fingers and sucked on the joint, leaving them there just a bit longer than was needed and kissing his finger ever so gently as I moved away.

“This stuff can sneak up on you if your not careful”, he said, seeming to move a bit closer.

“I think it already has,” I said.

“Stoned already?” he asked with a grin.

I’ve read that there are new strains of weed on the market with some of them designed to increase libido. Well this guy must have found some. Call it increased libido or call unbelievably horny, but I was suddenly ready to go.

I looked up at him as he moved another step closer. “You want to know how I can tell I’m stoned?” I said.

“Sure,” he responded, “how?”

“I get this irresistible urge to suck cock,” I said as I reached up and tucked my fingers into the waist of his jeans.

“Funny”, he smirked, “I can tell I’m stoned when I get this urge to have my cock sucked.”

I reached up and began to rub his cock through his jeans and watched as it grew further down his leg. Closer still, he pushed one of his legs between mine. As my legs spread open, my super short dress rode up to reveal my thong, which I was hoping was not visibly wet already. His crotch was now right in front of my face. I playfully bit his cock through his jeans as I reached up to unbutton them. Just as I popped the button on his jeans, and as if the two events were somehow connected, there was a loud knock on the door. He looked down at me and shrugged his shoulders with a quizzical look on his face. I gave him a knowing smirk as I stood up to pull my dress down. He buttoned his jeans as he walked towards the door. I knew who was at the door and it sure as hell wasn’t room service

Bobby opened the door and tried to act surprised to see Rich and Scott walk in.

“Though you might be up smoking without us”, said Rich with no surprise on his face as he saw me put the last adjustment on my dress.

They both looked at me like fresh meat thrown in front of timid lions and nodded sheepishly in my general direction.

“Hi guys, Allie,” I said as I shook each of their hands.