Hotel bars are just naturally places where things can happen. My wife and I were on a long car trip in the Northwest, I was having a tough time with a pinched nerve in my neck, I couldn't wait to get to a hotel where I could lay down with a heating pad. We pulled earlier than usual, just to get off the road, I rested a bit before we went out to get a bite. It was a Friday night, the restaurant and bar were packed, we had a couple of drinks before dinner, hopefully to relax me.
There was a band playing already, so after dinner my wife said she'd like to listen to the band instead of being sequestered to a hotel room. I couldn't blame her, after riding 10 hours in a car, the room sounded like prison. So we went in the bar, but after a while my wife suggested I go rest she would finish her drink and listen to the band for a while. No problem.
Between the drinks and a mild muscle relaxer, as soon as I got in bed I went to sleep. The next thing I knew, my was coming in the room, I looked at my watch and it was 3 hours later. My wife had a big smile, "I was just a little naughty, do you want to hear about it now or in the morning"?
She said some tall cute cowboy asked her to dance, which she loves to do, but my knees limit me to short bursts. They danced a lot, but when the band took a break he tried to coax her out to his truck. She was in a strange town, she didn'y know him, so she went under the table and felt his cock. She got his pants unzipped and since it was pretty dark, even gave him a little head, but he ended up unloading on the front of her skirt. He fingered her pussy, she enjoyed it but it was hard to relax.
He asked her to meet him the next night, but we were hundreds of miles away by then.
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