If things went well, the next few hours would herald my overdue, short-lived and highly improbable return to the life of a Hot Wife.And the fulfilment...of Pete’s deepest sexual fantasies.*Eventually, the tall, grand, if ageing buildings of the city centre surrounded us and we pulled into our hotel’s car park. Pete killed the engine and we sat back in our seats in silence.“Well, we’re here,” he said quietly. “Are you okay... Alice?”I didn’t reply. Instead, I took a deep breath and slowly climbed. I'll be gone most of the day. I'll stop on my way home to pick up some groceries. What do you want for dinner tonight?" How about you?"She almost smiled. "I am not on the menu. Pick something else." Okay, I'll have chicken then."Dee picked up her car keys and started for the door and then stopped."What are you going to do today?" she asked."I don't know. I hadn't planned anything yet. I was thinking about going to some garage sales but I think I got up too late. Why?" I just thought that today. She was woken up again with some giggling and laughter and Dionne tryig to shush Raymond who was already horny and ready for some more action of the athletic bump and grind, 'My god doesn't that bloke ever stop?' Miranda thought to herself then as she looked up at her alarm clock again "OH SHIT!" it was 8.55. Miranda jumped out of bed quickly and made for the , shared, bathroom. Dionne must have heard her in the middle of her sexual encounter with Raymond "You o.K babe? , you better get a move. After I put the car in neutral I rolled down the window and actually had a look at the girl as she approached the car. She was about 5’7, 125 Lbs., with C cup tits. If that wasn’t eye-catching enough, she was dressed in black high-top sneakers, a pair of dark blue skin tight yoga pants, a mini skirt, a vintage “Frankie says relax” t-shirt and sleeveless fur lined denim jacket. As she bent down to get her head in view, I saw the trademark hipster thick-framed glasses with fake lenses and hair.