Flirtations and propositions.

Monica cleared her throat and glanced down, her nipples were standing quite visibly against her tank top, and Ammina’s kilt had a rise between his knees. “So, what do you do for a living?” she asked, quickly changing topics.

Ammina squeezed her knee before removing his hand, “I am here as a social educator, teaching humans about Mythfolk,” he said.

“Oh, that must be so interesting, teaching people about your world and culture,” she said in genuine interest.

“Oh much, it is interesting to learn more about the differences between our cultures, it is why I could recognise you were married by your rings. We do not do such things. But, if I may be bold, I thought it was not common for married women to be out on their own like this and, wearing that,” he looked her over.

Monica licked her lips, “Well, maybe not, but,” she leant over to whisper to him, “I’m a hotwife.”

Ammina nodded, “You are attractive,” he said.

Monica blushed and leaned in towards him again, “A hotwife is a wife who has sex with others, whose husband enjoys her having sex with others,” she whispered again.

As she moved to turn back, Ammina pressed his lips to hers, and without thinking, she pushed her tongue into his mouth. When she pulled back, Ammina smiled, “So, you may tell me what those words meant later?” He asked, taking her hand and gently laying it on top of the kilt between his legs.

Monica squeezed and felt his cock, thick and long. She moaned, “Well, you do seem very nice,” she said, “maybe I will; maybe I will be asking you later.”

“Ahh, so it was a question,” he said, “I do not know the exact meaning, but I am sure I would be happy to say yes.” There was a moment’s pause before he added, “Shall we get extra drinks and head to one of the booths so we can sit more closely and talk more freely?”

Monica nodded, “I will meet you there; I just want to tell my husband that I think I am going to be late home.”

As Ammina ordered two more drinks and pointed to a booth, Monica pulled out her phone and sent Mitch a message. ‘I think I will be late.’

His reply came quickly, ‘How late?’

‘Oh, I hope very late,’ she replied before putting her phone back in her handbag and following Ammina to the booth.

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