His Eyes Searched Mine, Seemingly Questioning, Wanting Permission. I Nodded, Whispering, “Yes, Do It.”
Knowing my husband was listening only heightened the thrill, making me crave more.
It was my first night at the business conference, and the excitement of a new city had been overshadowed by the naughty thrill that came from meeting a stranger — a sexy, dirty-blond stranger who’d been flirting with me.
The hotel lounge buzzed with the murmur of friendly conversations as I perched on the edge of the plush velvet bar chair, my heart beating faster than the jazz tune playing softly over the speakers.
My husband, Mike, had been surprisingly receptive to my idea of inviting the flirty businessman, Tom, to my room. As I told Mike over the phone about Tom, I could still feel the heat of our conversation from earlier that day.
“Mike, I can’t believe this is happening, that I’m doing this,” I whispered, my voice a mix of excitement and nerves. “But it’s just a little bit of harmless fun, right?”
“Rachel, just remember, keep the line open,” Mike told me with caution. “I want to hear, but make sure you’re okay. If things get too wild, just tell him to leave.”
