When we arrived, the exhibit hall was already pretty crowded. With Amy clinging to my arm, we strutted past the different booths.
The sheer presence of my hot little "wife" turned the head of every guy we passed. She seemed like a force of nature, no man could resist. She made a point of shaking her fine ass from side to side and press her hot body against the men she brushed up against due to the crowded corridors. I couldn't stop staring at her, her elegant movements were hypnotizing.
Amy looked around with a seductive smile and made eye-contact with almost every guy we passed. One guy even bumped into someone while he stared at Amy's shapely curves.
Walking closely to her, feeling her curvy hips pressing against my side, I had the perfect angle to admire her massive cleavage. Her tight gray shirt stretched noticeably every time she took a deep breath.
Amy gave the men a great show for a few minutes before we stopped at a booth. Her knowledge of my job was impressive. Within seconds she was deep in conversation with the guy behind the counter, who tried his damnedest not to drool over my sexy "wife".
I just stayed back and gave her the opportunity to shine. Standing a step or two behind my sexy "wife", I admired the view of Amy's shapely backside. She was leaning forward onto her elbows giving everyone passing the booth a great view of her fine ass. When she leaned forward even further, her short skirt rode up a bit, letting everyone see her garter belt holding up the dark nylons.
“Damn. I have to get another piece of that fine ass.” was all I could think of. The memory of her tight pussy made my cock twitch with anticipation.
Amy's enchanting laugh brought me back to reality. She obviously had the guy wrapped around her finger. When she said goodbye, he hastily told her that she could come back any time if she had any more questions.
Amy walked back to my side and took my hand. Holding hands, we continued our way through the exhibit hall. Every time I took a peek at the eye-candy clinging to me, Amy giggled. She liked my attention even more than the horny looks she got from every other guy she passed.
“You like what you see?” she asked me without warning and smiled.
“Oh yeah.” I answered promptly. There was no use in denying it. Every hour Amy had spent exercising had given her everything a man could pray for.
“I doubt I can take my hands off you when I have you back in our room.” I added honestly. There was no doubt in my mind that I would fuck the tight little body of hers if she gave me permission.
“Who said that isn't exactly what I want. After all, I don't get to spent a weekend with my husband in a nice hotel room very often.” Amy answered and giggled.
Apparently the guy in the booth wasn't the only one Amy had hooked. But in this instance I had no problem with being at her mercy. In my mind the ideas what to do with her tight holes already took shape.
As if we had known each other forever, she entwined her fingers with mine and looked deep into my eyes. For a second our little game felt so real. The guilt I had felt for sleeping with my wife's best friend was nothing but a distant memory.
“Matt! Just the man I was looking for.” a male voice interrupted our intimate moment. |