I look at the bar while my husband talks with the stranger next to him. We come here every weekend for the last three months, and we always do the same thing.
The stranger glances at me when Ben points to me. I wave at them, smiling.
The two of them approach me, Ben holding a drink for me too.
They take a seat at each side of me. The stranger leans into me, and I take him in. Ben knows how to choose them. The stranger is attractive. He looks like someone I would pick myself.
But that’s not the deal.
Ben chooses them. I fuck them.
A different man every weekend.
That’s why we chose this place. The bar belongs to a hotel, and between the conferences and people always coming and going, it’s easy for us to find someone to entertain me.
Sometimes Ben likes to join us in the room and watch, but most of the time he just waits down here for me, and when we go home I tell him all about what happened. By the time we get home he’s so horny that we barely make it into the house before he’s inside me.