I wanted to walk out and have myhusbands jaw drop. My short black skirt and pink haltertop seemed to accomplish my goal. I suddenly grew nervous when ... came out and saw myhusband wearing very casual shorts and shirt. I feltvery foolishly over dressed still not knowing what hehad planned for the night. Not allowing me to change helaughed at my nervousness and walked us to the car.Silence filled the car when he pulled up to a motelabout 20 minutes outside of town. I honestly didn’tknow what. And he savors the slow reveal of her ample breasts. He is so excited to have taken this step and pretend to stalk her. He is hard beyond compare, so hard that he isn’t certain that he will able to control himself.He pulls the blouse off her shoulders and she is standing in the front of him in just her panties. He can smell her skin—a wonderful mixture of flowery scents. There is maybe even a hint of something else there ... something like vanilla bean. Her scent is intoxicating to him. He picks. A smile on his mouth.I like Alison really I do but when I got dressed for her party, it hadn't been for her. I had slipped on my favorite dress that hugged my curves and worn my lacy thong for Duke. I knew he liked the color red because Alison had told me that.I watched them now talking by the swimming pool while I looked out the attic window and then I sighed sitting on a bed that had been stored up there. My dress rode up my legs as I lay there looking at the ceiling, the beams of wood. ” How did he guess it’s new? I bought it the day before. I couldn’t resist getting something sexier to show to my stranger. I spend the day reading, swimming and walking around, almost posing against trees and in the sand. I receive no more emails and head home around 5pm. That night I check my emails.“Hi sexy, I hope you like...” I open the attachments and he’s right, the bikini does look sexy. I really did pose for some of those shots. Feeling aroused again my hand disappears inside my.