We readied ourselves for a rare date night; I waited on the hotel bed as my wife finished getting ready. She rolled her pantyhose up her legs and stepped into her high heels. She looked spectacular, and tonight was ours. As we jumped in the lift, the doors closed, and we did what we did when got into a lift alone, we made out. As she kissed me, I ran my hand down the small of the back, and she rubbed my cock through my trousers.She knew full well this meant I had to walk through reception trying to hide my erection, but that was the fun part, right?Suddenly, the doors opened. We snapped back, and a woman stepped inside. We stepped back, smirking.“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, grinning.“Um, date night, it’s my wife’s birthday” I replied.“Lucky you,” she added, to me directly.“Thanks” I responded.“Your wife is gorgeous.”“She certainly is,” I replied.“Well, then,” she added as the lift opened at reception, “have a good night, and a happy birthday”.She then paused for a moment and glanced at my wife’s breasts, then face, then smiled and strode away.“She was nice,” I mentioned to my wife.“Pretty positive she was being a bit of a flirt,” she added.“I’m not sure to who though,” I responded.We laughed and strolled to our dinner.We entered the bar and started our https://escortium.org dinner. We shared everything and anything as cocktail after cocktail appeared. I rested my hand on my wife’s thigh, running my hands along her pantyhose, enjoying the texture as we got flirty drunk.“That lift thing was weird, right?” I suggested.“Not really, it was somewhat flattering,” she replied.“I kind of think she was flirting with you,” I suggested.My wife giggled. “She might have been,”.“That’s an interesting thought,” I added.“I bet it is, for you,” she snickered back.“Well, just entertain for a second. If you were a single woman, would you have flirted back?” I proposed.“Probably, but it doesn’t mean I would do anything. I mean, did you think she was gorgeous?” She inquired.“If I’m being honest, she was. What did you think?”“Oh yeah. She was, but I’m pretty drunk. I can still appreciate a beautiful woman without it being sexual,” she replied.“What was beautiful about her?” I sought.“Well, she was confident and had wonderful eyes. What did you like?”“Well,” I mused, “she has the same body as you, but looked different.”My wife laughed. “You do have a type don’t you?” she answered.“I do, and it’s you,” I answered as I kissed her.“Come on,” she declared, “let go back to our room, I’m drunk, horny, and I want to fuck”.I laughed, and we left. We walked back to the hotel, giggling and being flirty. When we arrived at the hotel, I kissed her.“Want to wait downstairs and have another drink? I’m just going to head to the room and get everything ready”.My plan was simple. I was going to light some aromatic candles, lay out some scented massage oil, and lay out some toys. I wanted our date night to be special and romantic for her birthday.I headed back to the hotel bar and looked around. At a booth table, my wife was sitting with someone. As I got closer I realised it was the woman from the lift.”Hello,” I said as I approached the table.”I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to buy your wife a birthday drink,” she said.”Not a problem,” I said as I sat down.She introduced herself, and we started talking; it was genuinely lovely. We shared jokes, and discussions around work frustrations, and, before we knew it, it was almost midnight, and we were five more cocktails in.It might have been the cocktails, but, as we shared, jokes she became increasingly flirty and we were shamelessly flirty back.”I’m keeping you away from what you want to be doing,” she said.”Oh, what is it you think we want to be doing?” My wife asked.”Well, you and your husband are drunk, at a hotel, and I can tell by how you are dressed, you are a short lift ride away from a hot night”We all laughed.”Well, the room is set up for that actually,” I said.”Oh, is it?” She said. “What’s in the room?””Well, massage oil, candles, some toys, and some music” I replied.”I’d love to see the candlelight dance across your wife’s body, it’s amazing,” she said.My wife blushed and we both awkwardly laughed.”You have no idea; it’s amazing” I awkwardly responded.”I’d like to have an idea,” she said.We both paused for a moment, she could see we were processing.”So, here is the thing,” she said, “I think your wife is hot, and I can tell she feels the same about me, so, if you are interested, I can come up with you. She can have a special birthday present; you can watch, and then I’ll leave”.Before we could process, she placed her hand on my wife’s thigh and ran it up her thigh, whispered something in her ear, and stood up.”I’m going to get one more drink. When I come back, if you are still here, then, maybe we go upstairs”.She then started walking away to the bar.”What’s happening here?” I asked.”I don’t know, I’m pretty drunk, but it’s kinda hot,” she said.”It’s very hot” I responded. “But is this something you would want?””When she touched me I wanted her to keep going,” she responded, meekly, “but how do you feel about this?”