Married Strangers (MF Married)

Married Strangers

My fantasy involves some role play. We are going to get a hotel room at a fancy hotel, where they have a bar. We go up to our room and get dressed all nice. Maybe I’ll wear a polo shirt that shows off my forearms. You’ll wear a sexy top that shows off your cleavage, and that black bra with the flowers on it. You can wear those black business pants. But do not wear panties.

I’ll go down to the bar by myself. When I get there I’ll order a whiskey ginger, and go sit at one end of the bar. I’ll sit for about fifteen minutes thinking about how hot you are and how wet you’re going to be. After a while you come down to the bar and sit at the other end of the bar and order a glass of wine.

For about ten minutes as you’re sitting looking at your phone, I’m staring at you and eye fucking you. You notice me staring at you and give me a flirty smile and continue looking at your phone. As you’re finishing your wine I get the attention of the bartender and say “I’d like another drink, and can I buy the pretty girl over there another glass of wine?”

Bartender says sure, mixes me another drink and pours a glass of wine for you. I watch as the bartender says something to you and points over to me. You smile at me and after a few minutes I come and sit next to you.
I’m a little nervous at first but I introduce myself. We are both conscious of the bartender and maybe other people at the bar looking at us, thinking we are just two random strangers. Our body language says that we are both a little nervous and we have definitely never met. We have that first-date vibe going where we are a little uncomfortable but still excited.

We talk a little bit. I tell you about my job as an Uber driver, you tell me you’re a marketing consultant. I ask where you’re from, what’s your favorite movie/music/are you married? You just respond with a quick “Yes” without elaborating. You ask me what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen as an Uber driver? I tell you a story about picking up a couple from the airport.

The woman is slim, attractive and young, mid-20s maybe. The guy is obviously a little older, probably early 40s. They put their luggage in the trunk and get in the car. They’re visibly distressed.

They are fighting with each other about god knows what. After arguing for a while the guy puts his hand on the woman’s face and turns her face to kiss her. They start kissing for a while, and I’m kind of watching in the rear view while driving. They start to move closer to each other and I can see her hand on his thigh, slowly going up.

As I’m telling you this, you place your hand on my knee, but not too sexual, just kind of in a flirty way like “oh that’s funny.” You take your hand off and nervously twirl your wedding ring around.

I keep telling you this story about the couple, who after a while have no regard for me watching them heavily making out in the back seat of my car.

You’re moving your bar stool closer to me. You’re sitting to my right. I am facing you and I put my right hand behind your back and casually rest it on the back of your chair. I start rubbing your knee but the look on my face gives no indication of what I’m thinking. You’re like, “So what happens with the couple?”

I tell you that they are starting to get more intense and their hands are all over each other. I watch the woman try discreetly to unzip her pants. The guy glances at me in the mirror and my eyes dart forward at the road and I pretend like I’m not watching. He puts his hand between her thighs and I can see him stroking her with his middle finger.

As I’m telling you this, my hand starts to go slowly up the inside of your thigh. My fingers are grazing the bottom of your thigh. When I get to your pussy I am lightly touching you on the outside of your pants. You smile at me and ask me what happens next.

I tell you that he tries to discreetly unzip his pants even though he knows I can see what they’re doing. The woman faces him and sits on his lap. I can see them adjusting themselves until I’m pretty sure that he’s got his cock in her.

As I’m telling you this I can feel from the outside of your pants that you’re getting warmer and I can feel a little wetness. Your pussy is so soft and I start rubbing a little harder. You’re super horny and you put your hand over mine as if to shield from anybody watching, while silently letting me know that you like what I’m doing and to keep doing it.
In the story the woman is on top of him and slowly rocking back and forth. Now they don’t care that I’m watching, in fact I’m pretty sure they like me watching. My eyes go from the road to the mirror to the road back to the mirror.

While I’m talking and looking into your eyes my thumb and finger are quietly unzipping your pants and I’m slowly sliding my two fingers under your wet pussy. You’re getting wetter by the second as I’m telling you this story. My two fingers find your clit and start pushing on it and rubbing in circles. As the rubbing is getting more intense you do a quick nervous look around the bar to see if anybody else is watching.

You put your arm on the back of my bar stool and put your hand on my back as if to encourage me. I continue the story, telling you about the couple who are fucking in the back seat of my car. They’re pretty quick, maybe five minutes but probably less. I can see the guy leaning his head back. I can tell that he’s cumming, and as I’m telling you this I finally slide my middle finger inside of you.

I flick my finger inside of you a little bit and then slowly take it out. The euphoric smile on your face tells me that you want me so fucking bad.

In the story I pull up to the destination, a McMansion in the suburbs, as the woman is getting off of him. They’re trying to zip up and adjust their clothes to look like they weren’t just fucking.

You zip your pants back up and look around again to see if anybody was watching. We both look at each other and laugh. I ask the bartender for the check. He brings the check over with my card, I sign it as we are both getting out of our seats.

I nervously ask “Do you want to come to my room for a drink?” You put your hand on my chest and say “I’d love to.” We are both looking around as I notice there’s a little bit of attention on us but I can’t really tell from where.

I kiss you deeply for the first time. The bartender is standing there drying glasses and I can tell he feels the same way I felt in my Uber driver story. Some people look up at us and quickly look away. I take out my hotel key and say “Shall we?”

I start toward the elevator and you quickly follow behind.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3gscq/married_strangers_mf_married