Authors Note: This is a series of stories about an affair between Gary, a former executive and Maribeth, a ph.D working for the Veterans Administration. This relationship has been honest and open from the very beginning, and I am in the process of chronicling the events that have happened between us. Very early on I had told Maribeth about two prior affairs I had, and she expressed an interest in sharing my experiences with these women. We came to call these discussions "Story time." Sometimes the stories were things that actually happened with me and Jennifer and Karen or sometimes they were one-night stands or stories that these ladies shared with me about other sexual experiences they had. In any event, they proved to be turn-on for both of us.
Maribeth and I were snuggled against one another's naked bodies in the St. Anthony Hotel in San Antonio.
Earlier in the day we had participated in our first attempt at role playing, which consisted of her pretending to be a mysterious woman from Eastern Europe who I spied at the hotel bar. My role was to 'seduce' this woman, as Maribeth was curious to experience my 'technique' which I had described to her on several occasions.
Maribeth scrunched closer into the crook of my arm. It was nearing midnight and we were slowly recovering from a most satisfying sexual encounter, especially for her, since I had spent the better part of the previous hour with my face buried between her pale legs.
Over the years of our affair we had discovered a lot of things that made our relationship special and one of those was my passion for oral sex, particularly on the giving end.
I derive great satisfaction from tonguing Maribeth to multiple orgasms. As she knows, I particularly like to edge her and back off before the wave crests, but we've found that in the end the next one is much more satisfying.
We were taking a break as Maribeth recovered from my last assault on her tasty pussy since she was now much too sensitive to continue for the moment.
In the lull, Maribeth wanted me to tell her a "story." When she uses the word "story" I know she's fishing for me to tell her about one of my sexual encounters with other women. Truthfully, I sometimes think that Maribeth has a little bit of a closet voyeur streak in her, but since she's asking, I haven't shied away from relating.
I mentioned that I had recently ran across an old picture of a young woman, Lisa, which I spent a weekend with during a particularly busy period in my life. This was back in 1980 when I was in charge of a major business division of my company. As most people who travel a lot on business will tell you there's a fair amount of casual relationships created because humans, both men and women, don't do well without companionship and I was certainly no different.
On those occasions when I got particularly "lucky" with a woman, I always tried to take a photograph of her. Most were simple facial portraits and taken with the small 110 camera that I always carried with me. I had a few of these and I happen to chance across the one I had taken of Lisa.
Maribeth was already well aware of my penchant for photographing beautiful women as I had shared a number of them with her and, of course, she had found herself on the business end of my camera on multiple occasions, some that could be shared with family and friends, but a whole bunch that needed to be locked away.
Lisa was a very pretty brunette, probably about 5' 3" and 110 lbs with lovely green eyes and while her body was only average, I remember that I thought it was sweet with nice boobs and great legs. She had a wonderful flawless complexion and lovely lips painted with a pale shade of pink. At the time I was 36, in pretty good shape at 6" and 195 lbs. and constantly horney.
Back then, my hotels of choice were Hilton's or Marriott's, but this time however, I'd opted for a nice bed and breakfast just outside of Louisville, Kentucky. A friend of mine had recommended the inn which was owned by a nice couple named Ben and Joan. It was located in a picturesque location and there was a good restaurant and bar located just down the street.
The B&B had been converted from an old farmhouse. Over the years, it had been added onto, tacking on wings for more rooms. It was clean but dated, very dated; the decor was an attempt to look like it was from the 1930's. Personally, I found it charming and Ben and his wife, Joan, were excellent hosts.
It was Kentucky Derby Week in Louisville and I was going to entertain a number of our biggest clients and guests for the race, but they wouldn't be flying in until the next day, so until then I was on my own. I had hosted a Derby Week get-together once before and it had resulted in some major contracts, so I was anxious to see if twice was a charm.
I spent the afternoon on preparations for Saturday which consisted of checking out the location of our hospitality tent and grandstand box as well as confirming arrangements with the caterers. I finished those around 5 o'clock and I drove back to the inn to shower, relax and change clothes. I really had no specific plans for the evening other than to maybe head to the restaurant for dinner.
As I entered the restaurant there was a large stone fireplace that dominated the room and I remember that it was burning but not emitting much heat. I had a leisurely dinner and a couple of beers at the bar which was my custom when eating alone. I talked with a couple of other patrons, some of whom seemed to be regulars. Of course there were a lot of arguments about who was going to win the big race.
The bar was broken into two parts, an upper and lower section. The upper portion where I was seated, had a sitting area with some used wooden tables and chairs and a worn but serviceable carpet. As I mentioned, its most salient feature was the massive fireplace. Several stairs led to the lower level, which also had a large bar and stools on the left side, some high top tables in the middle and booths along the right side.
Finishing my dinner, I decided to explore the lower section, so I walked down and took a stool at the bar, ordered a beer and surveyed the room. Quickly, I made eye contact with a young lady; she must have been about 26 or 27, petite and slender with short brown hair and green eyes sitting alone in one of the booths. She had a glass of some kind of red wine and my initial impression was that she, like I, wasn't a regular customer. She was dressed just a little too classy in a nice business suit.
The jacket was a nice brown herringbone over a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that ended just above the knee. On her feet were black patent leather high heels, not too high, probably three inches. The skirt had a slit up the side and I noticed that her nicely tanned legs required no nylons and none were evident. I looked for a wedding ring, but none of the rings she wore looked like one.
There was another woman that I had just met a few months previously in what would turn out to be a four year affair. I had told Maribeth about some of my encounters with Jen, but what I hadn't fully explained was the advice she had given me on how to approach women.
Maribeth knew that Jen was the head buyer for a major clothing company and that she was in an 'open' marriage with her husband Steve. I truthfully don't know how many men Jen had invited to her bed, but I suspected it was some multiple of my successes. In any event, Jen told me that if I wanted to be attractive to women, I needed to be aware of the "rules."
