I noticed her give me a quick glance as I took the bill and signed it. I then reached over to my wallet on the table next to us and pulled a reasonabl... tip out and slid it into the folder with the bill. I smiled and handed it back to her.“Thank you, sir, please enjoy your meal”“I will thank you, see you tomorrow” I repliedUpon me saying that she made her way out of the room with a little cheeky smile on her face, with me following too close the door behind her.That night I couldn’t stop. )This was always the hardest part. What do I start to think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now... fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind... in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual 'indiscretions'... in detail... we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I. "Here, we'll put this on," he said and he gently helped her with it over her arms careful not to look at her breasts as she slipped it on."Thank you." She said.But then she became quite agitated and started crying."Where am I?"She felt panicky now and just wanted to jump off of the bed and run but her legs wouldn't move. She felt so confused. "Who are you?" She implored."Lie down. You're going to hurt yourself," he said. "How is the pain?" My head and my neck hurt so much," she moaned, "and my. Then she showed him the black one piece she had worn during their honeymoon in Fiji. She watched him carefully for his reaction.Jared hesitated longer than he probably should. He felt like he was treading on dangerous ground. He was thrilled that his wife was offering to don a skimpy bikini and walk the crowded beaches with him. It excited him on several levels. However, that familiar black one-piece was still featured in many of his best fantasies. It looked absolutely fantastic on Stacy.He.