As stated at the end of my previous story, I agreed to meet Carol at a medical conference in Chicago.
I was starting to have second thoughts as I was packing for the trip. I had never cheated on my wife in 30+ years of marriage and really didn't want to. I love my wife dearly, she just doesn't have any interest in sex anymore.
I decided I'd let fate decide whether or not I'd see Carol.
My wife was in the kitchen fixing lunch for us before I left. She never went with me to conferences, she doesn't care to shop and would just sit in the hotel room bored out of her mind. I figured I'd make one last attempt to have sex with her before leaving.
I stripped out of my clothes and crept down the stairs. I could hear her working at the sink, so I knew her back would be to me. I walked up behind her and patted her on the ass. She didn't say anything, just kept rinsing the lettuce she'd be making into a salad, so I reached around her and slid my hands up her shirt and cupped her tits. She just sighed and continued rinsing. I decided to go for broke. I let go of her tits and pulled down her sweatpants. She usually doesn't wear panties if we're not leaving the house, and today was no different. Before she could protest I stuck my stiff dick between her legs. Unfortunately I couldn't hit her pussy from this position, but she got the idea of what I was after.
What I got for my troubles was an elbow in the gut and a ten minute lecture about how we were too old for this and I should shop acting like some hyper-hormonal teenager.
I told her I was NOT too old to fuck her brains out as long as I could still get it up. She informed me I could stick it up my ass, because I sure as hell wasn't sticking it in her.
I finished packing and left without eating. I guess Carol was going to have some company after all.
I drove to Chicago, since it only took 6 hours. I like to drive anyway and it gave me some time to think and calm down.
The conference was in one of those huge hotels downtown. Damn place was over 40 floors. My room was on the 32nd floor with a nice view of LSD (Lakeshore Drive) and Lake Michigan.
I went downstairs to get something to eat (since lunch was a bust).
I was lost in my dinner when my phone chirped.
I figured it was the wife texting to give me hell for not letting her know I got here OK.
Nope. It was Carol.
She wanted to know if I was in town yet and if I wanted some company.
I texted her that I was indeed in town and I would very much like to see her. I wasn't making any promises, but a friendly face would be welcome. I told her where I was staying and gave her my room number.
I finished my dinner and went back to my room. I figured a quick shower was in order after the crappy day I'd had. It turned out to be a long, hot, relaxing shower. After about 45 minutes, I felt much better, so I got out, dried off and walked out to the bed to get some clothes.
It was about now I wished I'd kept my towel because Carol was sitting on my couch and I was stark naked.
She laughed when she saw my embarrassment.
I ducked back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist and went to get some clothes. I dressed quickly in the bathroom and came back out.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I inquired.
Carol, ever the minx, said "I knocked on the door and didn't get an answer so I pretended to be your wife." "I knew your name and room number and told the guy at the desk I'd left my keycard in the room and was now locked out." " He said I was the sixth or seventh wife who'd done that today."
She always was resourceful.
Now that the initial shock had worn off, I got a chance to look her over. The years had been kind. More than kind, really. She didn't look a day over 40. She'd put on a few pounds, but I like my women curvy. She still had the devilish twinkle in her eyes and the angelic smile I'd fallen for all those years ago.
I asked how her family was doing and her expression changed and not for the better.
She said her dad had died about 10 years ago, heart attack, and her mom was not doing well. The sibs were all well except for Marilyn. She was killed in a car crash 7 months ago. She said that was what finally drove her to leave her husband. Marilyn had always told her life was too short to be stuck in a bad marriage, and after she died, Carol finally knew she was right.
I told her I was sorry and didn't mean to upset her.
"Can't fault you for being curious, still hurts though." She mused.
"That about Robin?" I queried cautiously.
Again, the devilish smile.
"I wondered when you'd get around to her." She said. "She's a physical therapist at a hospital in Iowa, married with 2 kids, husband is an engineer, you know, living the dream." She laughed. "She sends her love."
"Just so you know, she told me everything you two did when you stayed at the house over Christmas all those years ago."
"Lets change the subject," I said, rather embarrassed. "What have you been up to since we last saw each other?"
"I'm a junior high English teacher." She says. "I like working with the kids, since I never had any of my own." "The dickless wonder had a low sperm count." "He was a CPA, good money, boring as hell." "We used to travel when we were first married, but as time went on, he never wanted to go anywhere and spent all his time watching sports on TV." "I kicked him to the curb a week after Marilyn's wake and now I'm sitting on your couch."
With that, she gave me the biggest grin I'd seen in awhile.
"Enough about me, how 'bout you?" she asked.
"Well, I was pre-med when we broke up." " Went on to med school, internships, specialization, private practice, etc.., you know the grind." "Got married my last year of med school." "Two boys, both grown ,married and gone." "No grandkids yet, I'm beginning to wonder if either one of them knows what to do with a pussy." "As for family, mom died 9 years ago from thyroid cancer, dad's remarried to a wonderful gal who treats him well, and he adores her." "Other that that, not much to report."
"What about your wife, tell me about her?" She asked cautiously.
I don't know why, but that hit me wrong, here we were planning to fuck the living daylights out of each other, and she wants to take about the woman I'll be cheating on.
"What do you want to know?" I said somewhat gruffly.
"Well, if you are here, things must not be great." Her eyes showed concern.
"To be honest, I really love her, we have a lot in common and she's a great wife and mother, she just wants nothing to do with sex anymore." "She never was able to keep up with me, but after menopause, she gave up completely."
"I'm so sorry." Carol consoled. "I know what you're capable of, so if you stayed with her despite this you must really love her." "I guess that brings me to the big question." "Do you really want to do this?" "I don't want to be a homewrecker and I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."
"Let's go down to the bar and have a couple drinks while I think about it." I offered.
