“What? I'm ready! Let's go!”She slinked past him and trotted down the stairs, unable to stop herself smiling as she heard him exhale moodily behin... her. They walked out into the sunny evening, towards the car. “Is that what you're wearing?”She shot him an angry look. “What's wrong with what I'm wearing?”“Gonna be freezing, aren't you.” He gestured his head towards her high-waisted skirt that exposed her whole leg, and her tight vest, which fastened around her neck and left her back bare, her. I was scared but when we shook hands the warmth went right to my groin. We sat and talked for about fifty minutes and all I could think about was hoping he was going to ask if I wanted to go back to his hotel.When he asked what I was doing later that evening, I blurted out, "I was kind of hoping to hang out with you for a while." His grin told me all I needed to know.When we got inside his room, I asked him if it was alright if I had a shower. He just nodded toward the bathroom and gave me. After about 30 mins the wife come down in just her dressing gown, I asked her "is that better baby" she nodded and said "thank you sweetie I loved my bath" I said to her "it is not over go and strip and lay on the floor on your stomach" she did as I asked and I got some massaging oil and I started to massage her shoulders and back hearing her moan made me happy as I knew she liked it, I added more oil and moved down her back over her sexy arse rubbing the oil in to her cheeks and then between. I didn't want to be, strange as it sounds. I already felt guilty just by my willingness to play along and I felt that if anything really happened I'd have a hard time rationalizing it later. This was Richard's fantasy, not mine, so why was I excited? Why had I let him talk me into it in the first place?And then I understood that this had been my idea too. Coming here, not Club Notorious per se, but just going to a club and finding a white man to have sex with me. I'd suggested it and my earlier.