This is a Hotwife, Cuckold and Cheating story. A stand-alone vignette that takes place four months after the end of the "Warm, Sultry," series and one month before beginning of the "Warmer, Sultrier," series. It can be read on its own. Essential background is provided.
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It was a cold Friday night in early December. Steve and Mary joined a group of friends
, primarily Mary's old high school friends and their spouses, at a neighborhood bar featuring a popular local cover band.
Steve, tall and good looking, aged 55, with short brown, but graying hair, and his gorgeous wife Mary, a 51-year-old, redheaded, former lingerie model, had not seen these friends for months, even years, in some cases. They were both looking forward to this night out. Lately, they scarcely had time to go out together, let alone hang out with old friends.
Their old friends knew nothing of their short, but sizzling, summertime foray into the hot wife-cuckold lifestyle, which flamed out by August. While they would not necessarily suspect Mary of being a hotwife, they would be flabbergasted to learn that the athletic, handsome, reserved and respectably employed, Steve, willingly became Mary's cuckold back in June, after catching her cheating on him with an old boyfriend, unexpectedly finding it arousing and giving her a permanent hall pass.
They also did not know about Mary's two-year secret affair with the older, war hero, Phil McNerny, who passed away last year. Steve did not learn until that fateful day in August, that Mary was cuckolding him for two years with the old vet that she was supposedly just driving to doctor's appointments. The revelation left him hurt and angry, but Steve's love for Mary was too strong for him to turn against her because of it.
Though the couple did not explicitly discuss Mary giving up her "permanent hall pass," Mary decided to end her hotwife life and she stopped seeing other men.
For Steve's part, even though it was all his idea, he was having doubts about the whole thing after a tumultuous summer, which included numerous photos of Mary's cum covered, naked ass, posted online. Always wondering where Mary was and who she was doing, proved too much even for Steve's previously high tolerance for jealousy and humiliation.
Such things were in the distant past by now as Steve and Mary returned to a more vanilla lifestyle. Tonight, Steve welcomed the chance to reconnect with old friends, but he was laser focused on his date night with Mary, hoping to reignite their sex life, which had stagnated since Labor Day.
The drinks were flowing, and the band was blaring out hits from yesteryear, as the crowd, primarily people in their 50's, was laughing, sharing stories, and remembering days gone by.
With no stage, the band was set up in a corner, next to the entrance to the billiard room. There was not much room between the band, and everyone else. With only a small space in front of them for people to dance, the crowd was mostly standing, and swaying, entranced by the musician's mastery of deep cuts from iconic rock bands of their younger days.
Everyone noticed the one guy, in front of the band, dancing by himself. He had to be in his mid-seventies, and he was quite the spectacle. Unshaven, wearing a bright red jeff cap, and sweatpants, along with an oversized, ugly green, Christmas sweater, the short, thin, balding, man was grooving.
Between songs, or during breaks, the crowd did not move much, other than to refill their drinks or use the restrooms. They continued conversations or started new ones within their cluster of friends.
Mary and Steve stood side by side, but each was engaged in conversation with others. Mary was catching up with many of her old friends, while Steve talked football with some of the men, speculating about the local teams' chances of making the playoffs amid an impressive late season run.
The band soon returned from a short break and started cranking out more old classics. They struck up a familiar and danceable song which brought forth a buzz in the crowd. Steve looked to his right and saw the older man in the red jeff cap ask Mary to dance. Steve was not surprised when Mary eagerly accepted and began dancing with him. Mary loved to dance when she was out drinking with her friends.
Steve watched Mary take to the small dance floor. Looking spectacular in her red V-neck sweater, dark blue jeans, and thigh high, black leather boots, she was garnering the attention of many more men, than just the old guy in the baggy sweats.
"The old man is nothing special as a dancer," Steve thought to himself. "But he is certainly enthusiastic!"
Steve watched as he spun Mary around a couple of times.
"She seems to be having a lot of fun out there." Steve thought, somewhat bothered by the fact, that of all the women in the bar, this guy asked his wife to dance.
"Getting jealous big fella!" Came the voice of Dirk, as Steve felt a sharp elbow against his ribs from his long-time friend.
"Ha! Yeah right." Steve said, trying to show a sense of humor about the whole thing as their entire group of friends watched Mary and the old man in action on the dance floor.
It was not that he thought anything was developing between Mary and this guy, other than a friendly dance, but the whole situation reminded him of their recent past.
Steve tried to continue his superficial conversation with Dirk, but his eyes remained glued to Mary, as she danced less than ten feet away. An anxious Steve's view was momentarily obstructed when a group of five young men walked past Steve and Dirk, on their way up to the bar.
When the song ended, it appeared Mary was ready to step away, which came as a relief to Steve.
But the persistent senior citizen leaned in and whispered into Mary's ear, to which she responded in kind. Steve watched as they spoke for another moment, sharing laughs. Before separating, the old man initiated a handshake while introducing himself. Mary responded and they spoke for a minute more.
Pulling away, Mary returned to Steve and her other friends. Some of her girlfriends praised Mary for dancing with the eccentric older man, but Dirk could not resist making a wise crack.
"So, tell us the truth, Mary. Who's the better dancer, that guy? Or Steve?"
Playing along, Mary slyly smiled at Dirk, before needling her husband.
"Hmmm. I don't think I want to answer that one, Dirk."
Dirk and the rest of the group laughed hardily. Steve decided to make light of the whole thing to demonstrate that he was unbothered.
"So, Mary, what were you two talking about out there?" Steve asked, in front of the group with a big smirk on his face.
"Oh my!" Mary said as she laughed. "Do you really want to know?
"He asked me for my number! He said he'd like to take me out! What do you think about that?" Mary said, teasingly, drawing more laughs and guffaws from their friends.
"Well," Steve started, taken aback by Mary's answer, feeling queasy, but keeping up his veneer of good humor. "Did you give it to him?"
"What do you think?" Mary asked in mock exasperation. "I declined, of course, and told him that my husband was standing three feet away!"
The group laughed again. Steve felt everyone's eyes on him, looking to see how he would react to this older guy asking his wife for her number. He was embarrassed but thought it would be best if he dropped it, hoping the group would soon latch onto another topic.
They all continued chatting and listening to the band. Mary wrapped her arms around Steve and kissed him.
As Mary rejoined the alcohol fueled group gab, Steve obsessed about what just transpired.
"I mean, I was just standing there with her. We've been together since we got here!" Steve thought to himself. "She has a ring on, too! That guy had no business hitting on her like that!"
