It was around nine Saturday morning when I began to slowly wake up. Stretching, I aloud said to myself, "What a dream." Sitting up on the bed, I realized that I wasn't in my own bed, but that of a hotel room. Last night's events started to come back to me. I again started talking out loud to myself. "Let's see, I confronted George about the lipstick, he admitted to sleeping with other women, I came to the hotel, went to eat, and then..." Smiling, I paused as the thought of the surly biker, John, came into focus. I then outloud finished my thought, smiling as I did, "and then I had the best sex ever with him in the men's bathroom." I laid there a few minutes, replaying "the bathroom scene" over in my mind. "Damn he was big," I thought. I touched my clit in remembrance of him. It was sore to the touch, but damn did it feel good. I just knew that I would have to see him again tonight.

After a quick shower, I phone the front desk. After placing my order for room service, the clerk told me that I had several messages. "Actually, Mrs. Warner," she said, "it's the same message, from the same, just repeated about a dozen times." "Damn," I thought to myself, "how did John find me here?" "What's the message," I asked. "Your husband is requesting that you call him. The first one was at 7:00 pm last night and the latest one was just a few minutes ago. I saw that you had requested us to hold all your calls, especially from him. I told him that you had gotten up early this morning and had went shopping." Smiling, I thank her and told her to keep telling him that if he called back.

I was still in my robe when room service arrived. After eating, I decided to actually do a little shopping. All day my thoughts went from George cheating on me to my cheating on him with John. Around one, I went to one of my favorite stores to do a little shopping. I had just picked out a sexy teddy for tonight when I saw George and one of his bimbo's walk in. I watched from behind a clothes rack as she shopped for clothes. Excusing himself, he walked towards me. I quickly turned so he wouldn't recognize me. He mumbled to himself as he dialed his cell phone. I listen intently to his conversation.

"Yes, Mrs. Warner's room please. What do you mean she not there. Shopping. Did you tell her that I've been trying to reach her? I see. I see. No. Just tell her that I called."

I heard his phone snap shut. "That little cunt," he said to himself. "I've got to keep her from divorcing me. I need her money." Just then his bimbo came over. "George, darling," she said, "who are you talking too?" "Oh," replied, "no one." Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he kissed her. She looked to be barely twenty. As they walked away I heard him ask her, "Shall we continue shopping for a sexy outfit for you, darling?"

"So he needs my money," I thought to myself. "Well, he's not going to get a dime of it." I paid for the teddy before slipping slipped out of the store. I headed for my favorite resturant, the one I had ate at last night. Again I had to drive past Biker's Haven. To my dismay, the bar was closed.

All during lunch, I thought about what I saw, and heard, in the department store. On my cell, I quickly called my lawyer at his home and told him that I wanted to divorce George. I then told him what he had confessed to me and what had happened this morning. He said that he could get it started right away.

I was just getting ready to leave when my cell rang. I saw from the caller i.d. that it was my lawyer. He said that everything was started. He then reminded me of the pre-nup's that George and I had signed before marrying.

"It states," he said, "that you each leave with what you came into the marriage with and that neither of you will be able to touch the others money if a divorce should occur before the death of either of you. I also check into his financial records, Mrs. Warner. He almost spent his inheritance."

"So that's why the little bastard has kept me around," I said. "He wants me to sign my inheritance over to him so that he can spend it too."

I spent a few more minutes on the phone before hanging up. Now that I knew what George's game was, I was more determined than ever to see John that night. Just the thought of having his big cock in me again was turning me on.

It was nearly three in the afternoon when I reached the hotel. The new clerk on duty handed me my messages, all from George. I told the new clerk to tell him that I recieved his messages and I would be out all night. Once in my room, I quickly shower. Instead of wearing a sexy dress to the bar, I decided on wearing a pair of blue jeans with a low collar, button up, sleeveless, white shirt, and my pair of clear high heels. I would leave my long, brown hair down again. It was going on six when I left the hotel.

More to follow.

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