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Chapter Thirteen The Wife

I decided to go to the bar. I needed something to ease my nerves. Even though I kept telling myself I wasn't nervous, a big part of me was. I made sure my coat was closed tight, walked up to the bar and took a seat on a stool. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked me. "A vodka tonic please, with a splash of orange." "Oh!" he said. "Most people ask for lime." "I'm not like most people." I said confidently. "I can see that." He said with a wink. For some reason, and maybe it was the shoes, but I had five drinks sent my way. I drank two of them which made three including the one I bought for myself. I didn't want to be drunk so I politely declined the others.

I went to the front desk and asked for the key card to room 193. I took the elevator up to the room. I stood outside for a few minutes trying to listen to see if they had started without me. It was quiet. I opened the door. Catalina was sitting on the chaise looking like a hot Latina. I had to admit she looked beautiful. Her hair was up in a bun. She was wearing big diamond studded earrings that I was sure doubled the cost of mine. Her lips were as red as mine. Her golden brown skin was glowing. Her eyes were big and brown and beautiful. If I had to have sex with a woman she was a great choice. She was wearing a black mini strapless dress and gold high heels. Suddenly I got nervous. I nodded to her and whispered a soft hello. She smiled at me and said hello in almost the same tone. I started to feel like a paid night woman. She picked up a glass from the table beside her and took a sip. "You smell delicious." she said. "What are you wearing?" "Halle Berry, Closer." 

"Yum." she said. "Good choice."

"This is a beautiful room." I said sitting my bag down trying to act natural. "This is the honeymoon suite." she told me. We both giggled at that. I walked over to the huge window. There was a beautiful view of downtown and the beach.

"You can take your coat off. Stay for a while." she smiled at me. "Uh, where's Chris?" I asked her feeling a little dumb. "Oh, he's on his way. He had a last minute thing to take care of." "Oh." I said. "Okay." Screw it I thought, here goes. I looked her directly in her eyes remembering that this was my show with or without Chris. I slowly began unbuttoning my coat. She watched as if she was fascinated. I slid it off one shoulder at a time and let the coat hit the floor. "Wow." she breathed into her drink. "You came prepared."

She stood up and walked over to me. "We don't need to wait for Chris." she whispered in my ear. I can handle you all by myself." "Oh really?" I asked her. She was still standing close to me and I could smell the Hennessy on her breath. "Really." she said so close to my lips she could have kissed me. So I took the initiative. I kissed her first. She seemed ready for that. We stood there French kissing which soon turned to heavy panting and groping. She put her hand between my legs. "Have you ever made love to a woman before?" I wanted to lie to her so I could seem experienced. But I didn't. "No." I admitted. "I'm your first?" she sounded surprised. "I'm honored." she said kissing me again. I could feel her fingers moving around outside my panties. She was breathing heavily. "Have you?" I asked her. I was curious now. She stopped for a second and looked at me but never answered. "You, miss paralegal, are turning me on."

Just then the door opened. It was Chris. "Well hello girls." he said. "Couldn't wait for me? I thought I was supposed to be in on this too." "Of course you are baby." she said playfully as she took my hand and put my finger in her mouth as she simulated sucking it. For her to be a newbie, she was really good at this. He took his coat off and started walking toward us. "You both look so sexy." he said. "Stop." she said holding her hand up. "Wait your turn." "Cat?" he looked confused. "Don't Cat me! You had her all to yourself before, didn't you? Well now it's my turn and you can watch us for a while. I at least allowed you that much." she sounded angry and spoke quickly her Spanish accent was heavy and sexy. He sat down like a scolded child. She turned back to me and we continued to kiss. This time was more sensual as if she was trying to prove a point. Either way I liked it.