16-12-2022, 04:47 PM
That night, my shift ended at 10 PM and Apara relieved me. She had a magazine with her, as was usually the case when she was at the desk.
"Dinner is spinach shaak and dal." she said as she got behind the desk.
I looked at my wife. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was modest, but her big tits stretched its fabric. A voice in my head said, notice how she always wears sweat pants for night shifts. Maybe it is for comfort but maybe also because they are easy to slide on and off.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Nothing. You.....look very pretty." I said, covering for my unusual staring.
"Thank you." she said, with a polite smile, sounding a little surprised. Maybe because I never really complimented her. Maybe I should do that more often.
Back in our apartment, I had dinner, while going over the night's plan. I would go to bed and turn the lights off, in case she decided to check on me before doing anything. Then, I would let some time pass. It's not like she could do anything immediately. And then after a couple of hours, I would sneak out and check on her. What if I caught her in the act? It would lead to an inevitable confrontation. Well, I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it.
That night, the plan failed spectacularly. I had thought I would stay awake with the lights off. But it had been am exhausting day, so I fell asleep soon. The next thing I knew the morning alarm was going off at 5:30 and I had to go help set up the breakfast. I kept looking at Apara to see if there were any telltale signs that anything had happened. But nothing seemed amiss. I took my place at the desk while she went to bed.
Whenever there was a lull at the front desk, I would quickly sneak over to our apartment to see if she was still there. The first time, she was asleep. The next time when I opened the door, that woke her up.
"What?" she said in an annoyed sleepy voice.
"Sorry, just came to get......some juice." I gave a random excuse.
I went back to the front desk and sat there. I looked at the hotel schedule. I could see that the plumber was supposed to visit soon to fix issues in a few rooms. I remembered the guy. Lean, muscular, quite good looking. And always talked to her a lot. She also giggled and chatted with him enthusiastically in Spanish. He seemed like a great candidate for her to fool around with unbeknownst to me. She would be the one accompanying him to all the rooms, explaining the problems, and supervising him. It would be easy for them to just lock the door and....I couldn't even think about it.
"Dinner is spinach shaak and dal." she said as she got behind the desk.
I looked at my wife. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was modest, but her big tits stretched its fabric. A voice in my head said, notice how she always wears sweat pants for night shifts. Maybe it is for comfort but maybe also because they are easy to slide on and off.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Nothing. You.....look very pretty." I said, covering for my unusual staring.
"Thank you." she said, with a polite smile, sounding a little surprised. Maybe because I never really complimented her. Maybe I should do that more often.
Back in our apartment, I had dinner, while going over the night's plan. I would go to bed and turn the lights off, in case she decided to check on me before doing anything. Then, I would let some time pass. It's not like she could do anything immediately. And then after a couple of hours, I would sneak out and check on her. What if I caught her in the act? It would lead to an inevitable confrontation. Well, I decided to cross that bridge when I came to it.
That night, the plan failed spectacularly. I had thought I would stay awake with the lights off. But it had been am exhausting day, so I fell asleep soon. The next thing I knew the morning alarm was going off at 5:30 and I had to go help set up the breakfast. I kept looking at Apara to see if there were any telltale signs that anything had happened. But nothing seemed amiss. I took my place at the desk while she went to bed.
Whenever there was a lull at the front desk, I would quickly sneak over to our apartment to see if she was still there. The first time, she was asleep. The next time when I opened the door, that woke her up.
"What?" she said in an annoyed sleepy voice.
"Sorry, just came to get......some juice." I gave a random excuse.
I went back to the front desk and sat there. I looked at the hotel schedule. I could see that the plumber was supposed to visit soon to fix issues in a few rooms. I remembered the guy. Lean, muscular, quite good looking. And always talked to her a lot. She also giggled and chatted with him enthusiastically in Spanish. He seemed like a great candidate for her to fool around with unbeknownst to me. She would be the one accompanying him to all the rooms, explaining the problems, and supervising him. It would be easy for them to just lock the door and....I couldn't even think about it.