Back at the room...

It wasn't a long walk to get back to the hotel room. Even having just 20 minutes not sipping on a drink is enough for you to realize more that you're more tipsy that you had anticipated. Amy at this point is 3 sheets to the wind. You reach the door and Amy spins around facing you, a sultry look in her eye. She leans in and you kiss her. Slow and steady at first, but passionately as her hands find their way up your back.

A cough echoes through the hall and Amy breaks from the kiss looking away in that direction. You let your gaze linger on her for a moment. She really is a beautiful woman, your wife. Then you follow her gaze and see Katarina, holding a wine bottle and three glasses. Katarina looks stunning as well. In a slinky black dress with a slit up to almost the top of her left thigh.

"Hello again John! This beautiful woman I saw you sitting next to earlier must be the wife you told me about?" Katarina says.

Amy smiling, disentangles herself from my arms and extends a hand to Katarina. "Yes I am, it's Amy." she says.

"Katarina, but you can call me Kat, my friends always do." Katarina says. "So, I have some wine, and I hate to drink alone, but I wanted to have a few glasses. Would you two be willing to join me?"

Kat looks at both of you expectantly.

You look to Amy who answers first.