It was mid-November when we were driving from Dorset to Reading for something exciting in my life. After many years of marriage, our sex life had become dull. We had concluded that we needed something more and decided to start with me seeing other men.
Steve and I had spent many weeks searching the Internet, chat rooms, and forums. We checked their profiles and pictures, chatting to guys in chat rooms and forums. We made lists. Before choosing those names that we thought possible. Eventually, we ended up with three or four candidates. We exchanged pictures and then chatted on the phone before finally making our choice.
After deciding where would be the most convenient place to meet for all of us. I booked at the Holiday Inn in Reading for a weekend starting Friday.
It was so exciting for me as I had never met the guys before apart from our chats on the Internet and the exchange of photos, but that is not the same as meeting in person.
It decided that Steve, my husband, would be present but not involved other than to take photos occasionally.
The whole idea appeared to turn Steve on massively. I could see his semi-erect cock in his jeans as we chatted about what might happen. But at the end of the day, I knew in my mind what I was hoping to happen. I was going to meet a stranger at the bar of a hotel to be picked up by him, taken back to our room, and fucked. Well, that's what I wanted. Let's face it, a lady doesn't always want nice sex. Sometimes, she wants the man to take control.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. The journey had taken longer than expected due to roadworks along the way. This had left little time for me to get changed, get a hot shower, and then slip on some sexy lingerie and the sexy little black dress plus a nice pair of stiletto heels. Which was probably a good thing as it gave Steve and I no time to change our minds.
The time came for us to go to the bar where we had arranged to meet Mark, my lover-to-be for the night. One last check in the mirror. Then we slowly made our way, nervously along the corridor, holding hands tight.
I was feeling so excited and so horny, almost impossible to describe. I could feel my freshly shaven pussy lips gliding together as I walked. My juice leaked with excitement. I sit in one of the comfortable hotel chairs in the middle of the lounge. My husband went to the bar to get the drinks. In the meantime, my eyes were darting around the room to see if I could see my date. Steve dropped the drinks back at the table and announced he needed to go for a pee. I was thinking way too much information as he walked away.
As I sipped on my glass of sparkling wine, a chubby chap walked up to the bar casually dressed, quite young-looking, and yes, I did recognise him from the photo he had sent. He ordered a drink as he scanned the lounge, and then our eyes made contact; a beaming smile came across his face, and he gave a little wave and gestured his hand toward me as he paid for his drink.