The meeting

She sat at the bar nursing on her Jameson and ginger ale.   The club itself really wasn’t all that crowded tonight but it wasn’t empty either. She wore this fitting contour red dress that showcased her ass and breasts.  She sat alone and could feel a lot of eyes on her.  She was there however, for only one of those sets of eyes.  They had chatted for a few days before tonight.  The usual banter before she set the hook for what promised to be a very hot night.

              She scanned the club to see if he had arrived yet but her search fell short as he had not.  Her phone lit up with a notification.

“I’m running a little late.  Be there in a few.”, the text read.

She was getting anxious. Usually when she went out like this she didn’t want to be the one waiting at the bar.  Not that she didn’t like the attention that the other patrons were giving her but she was on a mission
She had set up this date on her husband’s urging.  They had talked about how hot it would be if she connected with someone off of one of those aps, flirted, maybe even some naughty texts and then meet for a one night stand.  When she was done her husband wanted to hear all about it.  It started out as his fantasy.  Hotwife is what he called it.