This is an erotic story of seduction, lust, and yes, cheating. It does involve cuckolding. If you are not open to a story of fantasy and seduction, please click a different story to read. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this latest story!
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Erica stood in the kitchen, saying her goodbye's to her husband and kids. She was leaving for a 2-day trip for a women's conference in Richmond. She was excited to go, but somewhat trepidatious. She so longed for two days away but would miss her kids and husband.
It was a very "dry" time in their relationship. Life had gotten in the way. Date nights were farther and farther in between. Her husband seemed distant, engrossing himself in his work. It was almost as if their marriage had become a business relationship. Make money, raise the kids, pay the mortgage...
She put the thoughts out of her mind. They had, after all, been married over 20 years. This was the way it was supposed to go, right? Kids, jobs, sports...it consumed their life. Her husband had asked her to buy some sexy underwear and lingerie, but she always demurred.
They made love maybe once a month. Good by some standards, but it was usually the standard missionary. He felt her up, maybe got her wet, got on top, fucked her, then came, then it was off to their respective books. Her husband had asked for some variety...her on top, reverse cowgirl, doggie...but again, like the lingerie, she said always said no.
"I'm too tired... too busy...too whatever...", she thought.
So, it was missionary...
No matter. She had a conference to attend, and like so much in their relationship, it was another mission to be accomplished. She hugged and kissed her kids good-bye and gave her husband a cursory peck on the lips.
Erica was now in her early 40's. However, she still maintained a fantastic body due to her training for marathons and half-marathons despite having children. Her light brown/dirty blonde hair cascaded to just over her shoulders. Despite her running, she had kept her beautiful 36C tits and her ass was to die for! At 5'8", she was taller than many women, but she always exuded grace and beauty.
She told her kids and husband bye once more and then got in the car and drove towards Richmond. As the miles drifted by so did her concerns. She was looking forward to this conference. Maybe she would learn something new and was looking forward to hanging out with her fellow ladies.
She reached the conference center without much problem (for once, I-95 wasn't a mess!) and pulled into a parking space. Erica grabbed her bags and walked to the hotel entrance. Her mind was totally into the conference as she walked into the lobby when she saw him. He was a nicely dressed man wearing slacks and a button-down shirt, probably in his mid-30s, animatedly talking to a few folks as she walked in. He was tall, well over 6 feet, with a lanky, yet muscular build, and had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a totally charming smile.
"Hmmm", she thought as she looked him over, gazing longer than she should have, "He looks like he totally has it together."
She gave him one last glance and then approached the check-in counter. She politely interacted with the clerk and got her room, 312. She went to the elevators and pushed "3" and went up. Her room was nice...nothing fancy, but a nice king bed and mini fridge with microwave. She was going to enjoy sleeping alone...all that room just for her.
After relaxing a bit, she looked at her watch and realized it was time to head downstairs to the conference for the Friday night session. It was a large conference hall with round tables and a stage. People mingled until close to start time and then began to move to their tables. Her table filled up with six other women, but the man she had seen in the lobby also came to her table.
He introduced himself as "Mark".
He was going to be the moderator, or team leader, for their table. When they had small group activities to do, he was to act as moderator and helper for their table. They all introduced themselves politely and she watched as Mark introduced himself to the other attendees. They all sat down as the first speaker started. The evening was good. She took many notes and they only had one small group activity, which was more of an "ice breaker" activity... such as "what's your name, where're you from, family, etc." She noticed Mark spoke with ease and seemed to mitigate everyone's shyness. His smile was captivating.
The Friday evening portion began to wrap up and people gathered their notebooks and guidebooks. Mark looked around the table and said, "I'm going to the hotel bar to unwind. If anyone wants to join me to talk about this evening, please feel free". He smiled a disarming smile, and many of the ladies nodded as if to say yes. Erica did not say anything but gathered her stuff and headed to the elevators.
Erica got back to her room and put her stuff down. She plopped down on the bed and turned on the TV. This was nice... her channels, her bed, her time. After about 20 minutes of watching drivel on the TV, she began to think of Mark's offer. She thought about it for a moment.
"I paid for this conference. Might as well get my money's worth."
She got up and went to the bathroom to check her makeup and straightened her outfit.
It was about 9:30 when she got to the hotel bar. It was rather quiet. This was a conservative women's conference after all. There were a few attendees chatting and drinking wine or beer.
She became uncomfortable as she entered the bar, feeling very alone. Erica scanned the bar, and not seeing Mark, turned to leave. However, as she turned around, she bumped into Mark right behind her.
"Hi Erica!" he said, almost too enthusiastically.
"H..H...Hi", Erica stammered back, somewhat startled.
"Not going so soon, I hope?"
"No, I just didn't see anyone I knew." answered Erica.
"I'm over here." he said, pointing to a booth with two other ladies from her table.
He took her hand, which felt awkward to Erica, and led her to the booth. She sat down on the same side as Mark. They chatted and talked about some of the things they heard tonight. They laughed at some of the lame parts and listened as he gave additional details on some of the other parts. A waitress came over and Erica ordered red wine. Erica began to relax as they chatted and got to know each other better. Soon Erica's wine glass was empty and Mark offered to get her another.
"I insist!" he smiled, and turned with her wine glass and walked to the bar.
Erica could not help but watch him as he walked away. Once she broke her gaze, she looked back at the other ladies at the table and they were staring at her. Once they made eye contact, one lady quickly looked down but the other gave Erica a knowing smile. Erica could feel herself start to blush.
The wine helped them all relax and their conversation become more animated, punctuated with giggles and laughter. Mark even put his hand on Erica's knee once as they laughed. Erica drew back instinctively, and Mark just smiled at her. His charming smile gave her an unnatural flutter in her tummy.
They talked and laughed until about 11PM. The other two ladies began to excuse themselves and Erica started likewise. The other two ladies were giggling loudly, and Mark whispered into Erica's ear that maybe they had too much wine. Erica stifled a laugh, covering her mouth. The other two ladies left, and Erica began to excuse herself. Mark put his hand on her arm and asked her to stay.
"The night is young." Mark said with a smile.
Erica thought for a moment, her mind racing at being left alone with Mark, but his smile relaxed her and she said, "OK", sitting back down.
Ordering another glass of wine, they talked about the conference and learned more about each other.
Mark was a married man of 11 years with 3 beautiful kids. He showed Erica his kids pics on his smart phone and talked about them. Erica said she could one up him and that she was married for 20 years and had 4 kids. Mark gasped and said he could not believe she had 4 kids. He claimed that she looked too nice for that. Erica blushed and thanked him for the compliment. They talked for quite a time afterward, and soon it got to be around mid-night and Erica insisted she needed to get back. Mark said that he was headed up too and that he would walk her to the elevators.
Erica agreed and stood up. She immediately started to sway, the wine now giving its full effect by her standing. Mark immediately put his arm around her waist and laughed, "Steady girl!"
Erica laughed at herself and replied, "I guess that wine was more potent than I thought! Sorry about that!"
"No worries!" replied Mark. "Here, let me help you."
With a guiding arm around her waist, he helped her to the elevator bank. Erica shivered as his arm held her steady. She could not help but notice his arm was maybe a little too low for what she expected, as it was riding right below the waist band of her panties.
He pressed the up button and they waited for a few uncomfortable moments as the elevator arrived. They both got into the empty elevator and Erica pressed "3".
Mark started to press a number then said, "Oh, you got my floor already. Thanks!"
They made the quick ride up to three and got out. They walked down the hallway chatting until they got to 310.
"This is my room", said Mark. "Good night!"
"Good night!", said Erica. "My room is right next to yours...312".
"Nice! Almost like being roommates!" said Mark with a disarming grin. They both clicked their key cards in and entered their rooms.
Erica got ready for bed, taking off her bra, putting her thin, blue sleep dress on and plopped down in the bed, turning the TV on. Her head was slightly spinning. There was nothing on but mindless dribble and her mind turned to Mark. He was handsome, funny and engaging. She enjoyed spending time with him and thought about him for some time before mentally telling herself to stop. It was going to be an early morning and she wanted to be ready. As she reached for the wall lamp to turn it off, there was a knock at her door.
Getting out of bed, she walked to the door and checked the peep hole. It was Mark.
Erica held the door open a crack.
"Hi", he said.
"Hi...What's up?" asked Erica.
"Nothing", he said. "It's just that I noticed you had several glasses of wine, and I've got an extra pack of bottled waters. The water that can come out of hotel taps can be nasty. I figured you might want some so you don't have a nasty headache in the morning."
Erica opened the door and let him in. "Thanks...that's really thoughtful of you."
