Cindy spent most weekends catering to her overbearing husband, this weekend would be different. She had been planning it ever since he told her about his upcoming business trip two months ago. He would be gone for 4 days. He was scheduled to leave on Thursday night and return late Monday.
Cindy graciously offered to drive Max to the airport. They spent an hour getting through the luggage check and security. The plane was late. Max introduced Cindy to his boss, Frank and two other co-workers, John and Linda. Linda was a tall buxom blonde. Max and the John were subtly trying to impress her. Frank was watching them with humorous familiarity. He assured Cindy that he would watch Max on the trip to make sure he behaved himself. Cindy was both reassured and infuriated. He shouldn't need watching.
Her plans started to get all jumbled up as she watched the plane pull away. She had dropped their daughter at her mother's house for the weekend. Grandparents always want to keep the children. She had intended on driving up to the mountains for a few relaxing days. Now she was all anxious and jealous. She stopped to look over some of the books in the airport newsstand. She selected a couple of romance novels and then noticed Playgirl tucked away at the top of a shelf. She pulled it down and also took down a copy of Club. Her heart raced as she looked at the two magazines. She felt hot and flustered while she paid, she couldn't even meet the eyes of the cashier.
She drove for an hour before she stopped for dinner. The initial anxiety had worn off, but her suspicions still remained. She filled the car with gas and glanced at the magazines on the passenger seat. He insides tightened and quivered at the sight of the playgirl cover model. She parked the car and went into the truck stop to get some dinner.
Inside Cindy found a seat at the counter of the small diner. Two burly truckers sat at the far end of the counter and a couple sat in a corner booth. The diner was otherwise empty. She ordered and then checked her cell phone. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was the wrong one. The blue cell phone in her hand was her husband's. Panic rising in her throat she dialed the number for their account. She checked the home phone messages, none. Since Max had the phone turned off for the plane trip she should be safe. She quickly typed in the code to forward all the home calls to his phone.
Cindy relaxed and enjoyed her dinner. A middle-aged man in a sports coat entered and sat down beside her. He seemed quite nice and they talked for most of an hour. He offered to pay for her dinner, but she politely declined. He handed her a card with his number, he insisted she take it even after she explained that she was married.
Cindy was antsy as she drove into the mountains and eventually reached the small cabin they used for summer vacations. Her long ignored body was driving her unfettered mind into fantasies she hadn't thought about since college. The magazines were feeding directly into the urges of her body. Her fingers pinched at her nipples and she turned another page. The young hunk was sporting a large cock and nothing else. She licked her lips and imagined tasting the cock in the magazine. The phone ringing interrupted her fantasy, she tried to ignore it.
Max had already called home to check in earlier while she was driving. The persistent ringing had broken her train of thought. She went to the kitchen and opened a beer bottle. She retrieved the phone from the bedside table. She recognized John's voice. 'The wager is one hundred dollars. First one with proof of fucking Linda wins.' there was a brief pause and laughter in the background. 'I got the head start this time around buddy.' then the message ended. Cindy took several minutes to digest the message. Max was making bets over Linda, and that bastard rarely if ever even tried to even play with his own wife. She simmered to a boil inside.
It was an hour and 4 beers later before Cindy calmed down enough to remember the card in her purse. She sat down at the computer desk and opened her purse. She read the name on the card, "Mark, this is your lucky night." She whispered. She was determined to make up for this and any of the trysts she imagined her husband had already participated in. She started to call Mark, but remembered it was Max's phone. "Don't be stupid." She chided herself. She logged on to the internet and using the call feature of her favorite chat area dialed the number.
"Hello" Mark answered.
Cindy's heart raced as she approached the abyss of cheating on her husband. 'He cheated first!' he body screamed. "HI." She nervously squeaked. "We met at the diner earlier tonight, I'm Cindy."
There was a long pause. Mark remembered her. She had been the lonely woman at the counter. Brunette with shoulder length hair and sparkly blue eyes. "Yes I remember." He asked. He thought about her round ass swaying as she had left and then remembered that she had mentioned being married. "It is a bit late for a social call. Anything I can help you with?"
"I..." Cindy stammered. "I just couldn't sleep." She explained.
"Why not?" Mark asked hearing the emotion in her voice. "Something wrong?" He prompted.
"I am quite upset about my husband." She couldn't help but feel exceedingly saddened by her situation. The anger still smoldered, but she was lost and alone now too. "He's been cheating on me." She explained.
"Some men are like that." Mark wasn't exactly monogamous either. "Tell me about it." He offered.
Cindy spent the next hour talking to Mark about her problems. He was very sweet and listened. He was also hopeful when he heard her ideas, vague though they were, about how she would get even. She had an excitingly slutty potential in his opinion. Her own thoughts drifted slowly from being mad at Max to satisfying her own desires and exploring everything beyond the limits imposed by her husband. Mark suggested they meet for breakfast in a neutral location.
