EddieOver the next days and weeks, we talked about what we would do next and what we would not do next. Although initially, Emma had said this had been a one-off, her revenge, we recognised this had changed things and we hoped it had changed things for the better. Over the past few months since her discovery of my fling, we both had marvelled at the change in Emma. It had been incredible, and we both loved it. So, deciding that we wanted to continue this path was an easy decision. But, how to do this was a much more difficult question.We both quickly agreed that whatever we did, it would not involve our current circle. The days following the party had shown us why we should stay clear of friends. Simon was now riddled with guilt and called Emma several times about what had happened. Fortunately, Claire, his wife, knew nothing about the events of that night but Simon kept calling Emma, so she told him that I knew, in fact, she had told me it all, in detail. And it would not happen again. He was obviously upset but he got the hint.We also agreed we would focus on single guys and started to look at some popular websites to see if we Malatya Escort could find some suitable studs. That proved a complete failure. Several so-called studs turned out to be ghosts and when we did finally arrange a meet, and booked into our hotel, no one turned up. Eventually, after a month, we gave up on all that.I was due to be in London the following week, just for a couple of days working with an overnight stay, and I suggested to Emma she came with me. It was the first time she would have come with me on my working trips, and she jumped at the chance. The hotels were always good quality and, I pointed out, there were always well-groomed, middle-aged men, and women, on business stays, so you never know. We arrived in London early on a Wednesday morning, and I went off to my first meeting leaving Emma to do some shopping, having arranged to meet her at the hotel early evening. It was a dry but cold October day, and she was clearly excited and happily waved me goodbye as I ran for the tube. My day had gone according to plan. Emma messaged me late afternoon to say she had booked into the hotel Malatya Escort Bayan early, and everything was great, and she was going to have a shower and would meet me in the bar at about 5 pm. My final meeting finished on time, and the guys suggested we had a couple of beers before heading off, but I politely declined, as I was meeting the wife and I got there just as Emma sat down with a glass of fizz.The bar is a good spot, as everyone passed through it on the way to the rooms, and Emma had seated herself looking towards the main lobby. She looked gorgeous and she gave me a huge smile and a tender kiss as I sat down next to her. She looked stunning. Her long black hair almost shone, and her skin glowed. She was wearing a beautiful new black dress that was casual but classy, which showed off her smooth soft shoulders, and her lovely legs.“And I have some new lingerie to show you later,” she added.It wasn’t very busy yet, so I said I was going to have a quick swim. The hotel has a decent pool. I try to swim three to four times a week. In the summer months, I swim outdoors, but during the colder Escort Malatya months, I keep up my fitness by pool swimming. Emma had expected me to swim, and she was very happy with her fizz. “You never know, I might have a date by the time you get back,” she smiled and gave me a wink and blew a kiss. As I swam up and down my mind kept thinking, is she really going to try and pull a bloke? We had talked about it, true, and we had even tried to arrange a date, again true, but now here she was, looking like sex on legs, and on the hunt! It was a good hour before I jumped out and rushed up to our room to shower and dress. I glanced at my phone, and I had a message.“Hope you don’t mind, I’ve been invited to have a bite to eat, no rush, I’m great xxx.”My stomach turned over and my heart began to rush. Had she pulled? Surely not. I saw it had been sent about thirty minutes earlier, so I quickly replied.“You ok yes?”There was a pause of a few minutes then the reply.“Yep, very, his name is Andy, I’ll message you later xxxxx.” Holy shit!I wandered down to the bar, perhaps hopeful she was winding me up and looked around. There were quite a few people sitting around drinking and chatting. No, she was not there. At first, I thought what an idiot I was to have left her alone, but then remembered this is what we had talked about. It was the reason she had come up to London with me. But I still didn’t feel too happy about it.