Night at the Breakers

It was the night of a friend’s 40th birthday party and I was getting dressed to go out with her and twelve of her closest friends. Her husband had rented a mini-bus to take us out to dinner, followed by a trip to a dance club for some dancing and drinks. We were headed to the Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach to start the evening, so I was a little excited about what the night might bring.I had borrowed a hot little dress from my friend and tried it on for my husband.

“Hot, totally fuckable, but not too slutty,” he comment and gave me a wink.

I knew what that wink meant. We had been kind of been flirting with the idea of hot wifing for a while now. I still wasn’t quite sure if this was just a fantasy of his or he was considering it and wanted me to think about it as well. The idea of hot wifing, when the Wife is allowed to play alone with the consent of the husband, was a new idea and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet. We had been in the ‘life-style’ since we had met eight years ago and enjoyed ‘playing’ once or twice a month as our scheduled allowed.

“I got you something to wear for your big night out,” he said, handing me a little box.

He had always been a little lame on giving me gifts, not that he wasn’t generous, I think he just worked under the belief that if someone wanted or needed something, they would simply buy it for themselves. I opened the tiny box and saw the cute little anklet inside. “Was this for real?” I thought, does he really want me to do this?

He had told me the significance of a woman wearing an anklet; it meant she was a hot wife and was available to ‘play’ with other men. Basically, anklets are worn by married woman who are allowed to indulge in extra-marital sex.

“Are you sure you want me to wear this while I’m wearing this dress.” I said, suggesting to him that I would have no problem hooking up with some hot guy if the mood struck me.

“No, I not sure, but I want you to wear it anyway. I think it will be a turn on for you, wondering if the guy you’re talking to saw it and knows what it means.”

He had a point there and I decided to give it a try and see what came of it.

We would sometimes use this scenario during sex, telling each other hot stories about me being out alone and hooking up with a random stranger. This was the context he had used to say that ‘if we ever were to consider it, there would have to be rules’, or guidelines as he called them. He mentioned three rules he would want us to follow:

1. Who ever I played with had to be a total stranger.

2. No personal information was to be exchanged and there would be no future contact with him.

3. I would take pictures and videos for him to see.

If ever there would be a night to test our interest in the hot wifing world, tonight would surely be it. I was beginning to get a little excited thinking about the possibilities. I started getting sexually aroused and was looking forward to the evening out even more than I had been before this exchange. What if I met a hot guy, could I do it? I wasn’t sure what the answer was but just thinking about it was turning me on.

After dinner, we all went to the lobby bar for a few drinks before we were to head to the dance club. My friends were finishing the two bottles of champagne Michelle’s husband had purchased as part of his gift. I decided to go up to the bar and order a cocktail. There was an open seat and I grabbed it, ending up next to an attractive middle-aged guy. As the bartender was walking towards me, I looked over at the drink sitting in front of him.

“What’s that,” I asked.

“Grey Goose martini.”

“Good choice,” I said to him. Then “I’ll have what he’s having” I said to the bartender. I had learned from my time in NYC how to get guys to buy you a drink and this one had worked 100% of the time. Not only are you complimenting their good taste, but no guy in the world could hear those words and not think about what Meg Ryan was doing in When Harry Met Sally. With that said, I would have ordered a Grey Goose martini even if I were paying for it myself, had a wanted to spend the $35.

“Bobby,” he said as the bartender turned away to mix my cocktail.

“Allie,” I replied.

“Bachelorette party?” he asked, motioning towards my pack of friends.

“No, 40th Birthday.”

“Not yours, I’m sure,”.

“No, no, I have a few more years until that awful day,” I said jokingly.

“Ah, it’s not that bad,” he said with a warm smile. “But let me know in ten years.”

“Five,” I smiled back.

He was handsome in a gentlemanly way. He was sitting down, so it was hard to tell how tall he was but he had a decent body from what I could see.

“Are you a guest of the hotel, Mam?” said the bartender when she returned with the martini.

“No,” I said, pretending to look for my purse.

“You can put it on my tab,” Bobby said to the bartender.

“Thanks,” I said as I turned back towards the bar. I raised my glass towards his and said “Cheers”.

When I was walking up to the bar, I had noticed him talking to two guys next to him and I had assumed that they were together.

“Boys night out?” I asked.

“Yeah, these two are old friends of mine and we came down for the weekend to play some golf.”

“Nice,” was all I could think to reply.

We continued to make small talk and somehow ended up talking about smoking some pot.

“I have some nice stuff up in my room, clean mellow buzz. Wanna sneak up for a few hits?”

I suddenly felt a little flush and could feel a sight tingling between my legs. I knew where this was going. He might as well have asked me if I wanted to suck his cock, which, judging by my reaction, I did.

“Sounds like fun, but I’m married and I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

“I don’t blame him, I’d be very protective of you too if you were my wife,” he said as he very obviously took a very slow visual walk down my long legs and looked directly at my new anklet.

My heart was pounding out of my chest and I had a million thoughts running through my brain.