***I’m sure there are typos and it’s not formatted properly for dialogue, just look past all that, or edit it for me, if it bothers you so much***
I was sitting in the bar at the Westin Hotel having a Whiskey on the rocks when I heard the sound of high heels clicking across the tile floor behind me. Seconds later a beautiful pale skinned brunette slammed her clutch on the counter and ordered a gin and tonic. She sighed heavily and dug through her purse. She was dressed in a form fitting black evening dress that left little to hide. Her firm ass and amazing tits had every man’s attention. The black stilettos and printed black hose screamed “Fuck me” and she certainly knew she looked great. But her demeanor was frantic.
The bartender returned with her drink and she cussed, “God damnit, I’m sorry, I left my wallet in the room with my ASSHOLE boyfriend.” The bartender started to take the drink away and I spoke up, “It’s okay, I got her drink.”
She turned in relief as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her, “Oh my god, thank you so much,” as she sucked down the drink in one giant sip from the straw.
“Would you like another one?” I asked, “You seem stressed.”
She dropped her shoulders and looked at me doe eyed, “You have no idea.” And then she launched into her story, “We’re at the wedding reception and I can’t find my boyfriend so I’m looking around everywhere and I finally go into the kitchen and BAM! There’s Mike with his dick out and Bethany is on her knees sucking his cock! What a piece of shit, right?”
I chuckled, and said, “My name is Andrew, it’s nice to meet you.” She laughed as she took a swig of her second drink and sat down beside me. “I’m Hope. Thank you for the drinks, I’m sorry to unload on you.”
“You know, you shouldn’t be mad at your boyfriend Hope. He was just getting pleasure from a woman, it isn’t as tragic as you think.” I calmly offered my advice.
Hope looked at me in horror, and I laughed again. “Hope, don’t be upset, I’m not taking his side. He shouldn’t have done that without your approval, but we are all animals who crave satisfaction, and sexual satisfaction is pretty amazing.”
Hope looked at me quizzically, and put down her drink. “Okay, I’m not ready to agree with you just yet, but I’m curious where you are going with this.”
“Hope, let me tell you a story about me and my wife.” I begain, “a few years ago, my wife, for some reason, went through a phase where she simply didn’t want sex. I don’t know why or for what reason, but no matter what I did, she simply refused.” Hope leaned in closer with her lips on the straw of her cocktail. “After about 6 months without sex, I went to my wife and I simply told her, look, if you don’t want to have sex, that’s fine. I understand, but you shouldn’t DENY me the right or privilege. I still want sex. I still need sex. So, I’m going to go out and get laid.” Hope was enthralled, “You just told her you were going to cheat on her?” I laughed and ordered another Whiskey. “Yeah, basically. See, it wasn’t that see didn’t love me or I didn’t love her, she just didn’t want sex. And you can’t just deny your partner sex simply because you don’t want it, right? So, I went to a bar, took off my wedding ring and picked up a cute little girl. We went to my house and I fucked her in the guest room while my wife slept.”
Hope had finished her second drink and was totally engrossed in the story. She ordered a third drink.
“ Hope, like i said, we are all animals. It’s not that your boyfriend doesn’t love you, he simply wanted his dick sucked. That’s’ all. And although you see it as a betrayal of trust, he simply views it as getting a drink of water because he was thirsty. The anger you feel is made up. It’s not real. Humans are not meant to be monogamous creatures. We are animals. When a gorilla gets an erection, he doesn’t worry if the other females are angry or jealous.”
It was like a light went off in Hope’s head. “Where is your wife now Andrew?”
I replied, “Oh she’s upstairs in our room, she thought our waiter was cute, so I asked him if he wanted to fuck her.” Hope went stiff. “Your wife is upstairs right now fucking the waiter!”
I laughed, “yeah.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Hope replied.
“Yea, I am, I’m sitting here talking to a beautiful young girl, what’s wrong with that?” Hope blushed as I leaned in closer to her and put my fingers on her chin. I smiled and whispered, “Hope, I’m going to kiss you.”
She blinked in stunned silence as I leaned in to her face and gently kissed her lips. The gin tasted amazing and I parted the red lipstick with my tongue and I heard her gasp for breath.
Hope then spoke, “That was so hot.” I smiled and looked down at my hand rubbing her knee, she was so mesmerized by my story she didn’t even notice my hand gently caressing her inner thigh and moving up her skirt. “Hope?” I said softly. “Yes Andrew.” She barely whispered back. “Your pussy is getting wet… isn’t it?”
She paused momentarily and looked up before returning her mouth to mine, “yes….dripping.” I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the barstool. “Let’s go to my suite.” She scooted off the seat and we walked holding hands to the elevator. Her eyes were on me and I could see the lust and confusion in her eyes. What was about to happen she was wondering? The elevator doors opened and I pushed the button for the 14th floor.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8dmq7a/hope_fm_married_teen_poly