Apparently, her best friend, Ruth, found churches sexually arousing. For Emma herself, it was hotels. More specifically, hotels whilst staying away on business.
Her current husband (her second, as it happens), had started as an affair. They had worked for the same law practice and spent many nights away on business. It was only a matter of time, and a few bottles of wine one night in particular, before they put aside any feelings of guilt they may have had towards their respective spouses and fallen into bed together. After which, every night away was a smörgåsbord of passionate and erotic discoveries. They had made the mistake of allowing the affair to become more, and so ten years of marriage and two kids had dulled their sex life down to the occasional, unfulfilling quickie.
Having rekindled her career she was back in that environment, and all those feelings of illicit excitement flooded back. The thrill of having sex with a man she knew she shouldn't. Indulging her own desires whilst her husband was stuck at home looking after the mundane things of life. Driving another man wild, pleasuring him more than his own wife ever could. Maybe... It was tempting.
Her favoured hotel was the Falcon Court. It was one that she and her husband had stayed at often in their day and, if she were honest with herself, the thought of being enjoyed by another man in the same hotel, the same bed/garden/gym/lift as he had enjoyed her added another layer of icing to the cake.
She had stayed there for a couple of nights a week for nearly three months now. Initially, she had addressed these reborn stirrings by buying a little vibrator that she kept hidden in her overnight bag. But as the weeks passed, they grew stronger as, firstly, she realised the opportunity to live them for real once again was there to be taken and, secondly, there were a number of rather hot men who also seemed to be regular guests. She decided life was too short not to. The specific moment she made the decision was actually one Sunday morning as she was laying on her back, faking orgasm in the hope her husband would get on and come so that she could get on with the washing whilst the sun was out.
In that moment she finally let loose the inner temptress within her. She wasn't leaving it to chance though. She was taking control. She would decide what she wanted... and she would have it.
That Monday, she had her PA make a regular three-night booking at the Falcon and spent her lunchtime in town acquiring new lingerie and a somewhat skimpier gym kit. She'd need the latter for Tuesday's man.
You see, she had noticed other specific regular business guests at the hotel. Three with particular appeal. And they stayed on different nights, meaning she could work on them all in the hope of getting one to bite, maybe two, but hopefully all three. Well, a varied diet is always healthier. Oh, and they all wore wedding rings. Yum!
Tonight was Tuesday. Gym guy night. He was younger than her, probably by about ten years she reckoned. But she still looked good and kept herself fit. She didn't plan to play the long game, getting to know him over a few weeks, slowly reeling him into her bed. She desired him tonight.
