Some chain name two star businessman hotel; the kind of place that's jammed packed Monday through Thursday but on the weekend it's empty.
The bar. You, your wife, maybe two of the regulars. The poor bar guy drew the short straw that night, he has to be there even though no money is going to be made.
Hell, the F&B manager doesn't even show any more.
I stuff a $50 in the bartenders glass and his eyes pop open. "No questions, and he picks up everyone's tab." I point to you.
Your wife. I push her against the bar, pull the hem of her dress up, her panties down. Ask one of the regulars if he wants them... he nods excitedly. I tell the bartender "Pour her a shot" and he does. It sits right in front of her, between her hands. Those hands of hers grasping the edge of the bar.
She picks up the shot and I unzip my pants. She brings it to her lips as I rest my glans against those glorious globes of her tight ass. As she downs it I thrust into her and...
Wow! That would be sooooo hot!