I told him which drawers I had already claimed, and that he could have any of the others. I told him I had left a few hangers in the armoire and that I had taken one of the shelves in the bathroom for my stuff.
He thanked me, then excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned, I was lying on the bed, resting my eyes. I heard him open his bag and start to pull his clothes out. I was still very horny, and I could feel my damp panties sticking to my pussy. I wondered how I would be able to get a fresh pair out without him noticing. This will be much more difficult than I thought.
I started drifting off to sleep. When I woke up, Bobbie was gone. Somehow my skirt had risen up and my panties were exposed. I quickly fixed that and looked at the clock. I hadn’t overslept, but now I was wondering where Bobbie had gone and what he had seen, and dammit if I wasn’t still horny.
I decided I needed to change and get ready for dinner. I went into the bathroom, fixed my makeup, then went into the room and grabbed my dress and my lingerie. I didn’t know when he would come back into the room so I decided the safest place to get ready was in the bathroom. I also decided I should get up a little earlier than usual so I could get in and get ready before he woke up so I set my alarm for 30 minutes before I would have normally gotten up.
I quickly disrobed, then cleaned myself up. I sat down on the cold toilet seat and started slipping on my shear silk stockings. Once they were in place I put on my nude garter belt and fastened the stockings to them. Next came my nude thong panties and matching push-up bra. Fortunately, my husband never balked at how much I spent on lingerie. He loved it just as much as I did, and I always brought him home a surprise.
I then walked over and pulled the dress off the hanger and slipped it on. It had a zipper in the back, which I hate because I can never get it fully raised. Luckily I heard the door open and Bobbie come in. I opened the door and stepped out into the room. He was a little taken back by my outfit, and I saw him look me up from head to toe. I heard him breath out deeply.
“Would you mind zipping me up?” I asked as I turned around and pulled my hair to the side. I knew the zipper was just barely above my ass, and I wondered if he would get a peak at my garter belt or even the jewel on the back of my thong.
Again, I heard a quiet gasp leave his lips as he pulled the dress away from my body and zipped the zipper up.
I relished in the power I had over men. It really dumbfounded me how easily they got turned on and what turned them on, but I loved the attention they gave me. I knew I was going to be the star of the show and that’s what I lived for.
I headed back into the bathroom, quickly snapped a selfie and sent it to my husband. I then sent him that I had a roommate, but that it was a guy named Bobbie and that there had been a mix-up. The hotel was full and there was no other rooms for him for the next few nights.
I slipped on my 4″ nude sling backs and opened the door. The sight in front of me almost took my breath away. Bobbie had removed his shirt and tie, and was pulling his pants down when I walked in. His back had more muscles on it than I had ever seen, and his arms and shoulders were huge. He was wearing white boxer briefs that really clung to his tight, muscular ass.
“Why are you punishing me?” I said in my head as I spun around and walked right back into the bathroom.
“Sorry about that.” I heard him say through the door. “I’m dressed, you can come back out.”
I slowly opened the door and walked out. He had pulled his pants back up and put on a tight white wife beater. He was facing me this time and I could see his pecks and make out a decent 6 pack under the tight white shirt. I glanced over his body and thought to myself, “This may not be anywhere near as bad as I imagined.” I felt my pussy moisten as I looked him over like a piece of meat.
“Are you headed down? I was hoping I could escort you this evening?” He said like a gentleman.
“I was just getting ready to, but that would be nice,” I said. I walked over and picked up my clutch, making sure everything was in there that I would need tonight. I then turned around and watched him put his shirt on, then tuck it into his trousers and zip them up.
“I wouldn’t mind watching that over and over,” I thought. I watched him buckle his belt, then walk into the bathroom. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”
“Ok, take your time.” I said. A few minutes later he emerged. “What is that you’re wearing?” I asked.
“Armani.” He said.
“Oh, I might have to find that for my husband,” I responded.
“You’re married?”
“Yes, didn’t you notice the ring?”
“Sorry, not something I really pay attention to.”
“Are you married?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why don’t you wear a ring?”
“I did, but then I had a job that I couldn’t wear one at, and I got comfortable not wearing it. I still wear it around the house. Makes my wife happy.”
“What does she think of your traveling?”
“I don’t travel that much. I usually stay in the office.”
“Oh, nice. So you are usually home?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind the travel though. She is alright with it.”
“What does she think of you sharing your room with a woman?”
“I haven’t told her that part. Probably best. She might get upset.”
“Oh, so she wouldn’t like it?”
“No, would your husband?”
“I don’t think he will mind. I already texted him. I told him we at least have separate beds.”
“That is true. I will think about that. Maybe my wife won’t be too upset.”
“I can tell you that most women would not be too happy with their husband not telling them.”
“Would you be?”
“No, not really. I think I’d be more upset if he didn’t tell me.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I will let her know later. Shall we head downstairs?”
“Absolutely.” I said as I grabbed his arm and walked out of the room.
That evening went exactly as I had planned it. All the women were jealous and every man in there couldn’t take their eyes off me. I ended up sitting with Bobbie and his group of friends, a mix of men and women. We ended up talking most of the night. At one point I even saw him text his wife and let her know about the mix-up. I thought she handled it pretty well, they said goodnight and we continued to drink and talk.