"K" and I had met online over the Christmas break. For the past few months, I had been trolling through the online dating sites looking for something to spice up my life. I had finally gotten rid of the guilty feelings and decided to take the plunge. You could classify me as married and bored and to rationalize it out to the fullest, I advertised myself only on the Cheater web sites.
I had gotten a few hits on my profile including one from "K" that simply said, "Too bad we're so far away; you sound like quite a catch." I responded with, "K, you have no idea; hit me up on chat sometime and we'll talk about anything you like." From her profile, I could see we had many similar interests, not the least being our profiles on a Wife Cheater web site! A few seconds later I get an email from "K" with saying she was online right now.
I popped onto chat as fast as I could and we began to talk. "K" was 29 years old and single though she only dated married men, which explained her presence on the Cheater web site. I was intrigued by her openness. By the fifth straight night of chatting, she had opened up her "vault" and let me in on few of her deep dark secrets including her involvement in a threesome and the time her boyfriend brought her home to meet his parents only to have her boyfriend's father hit on her during dinner. She and the boyfriend's father ended up sneaking away and fucking right under the nose of her boyfriend and his mother.
With stories like that, I was totally smitten. And to make matters even better, "K" had no real reason to work since she had a trust fund from her dear departed dad. She could travel easily and freely. So, on a lark, I said, "The next time you have a reason to come out my way, let me know and we'll hook up." I added wryly, "And, I should warn you that there will be fucking and sucking involved."
"Well, duh!" she responded. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
I couldn't wait and our chats, though sometimes infrequent, were always hot. We exchanged some of our most intimate secrets and desires. Finally, after about 5 months of chatting, she dropped a bombshell on me telling me she was going to head my way in a week and wanted to know if we could still meet.
I replied, "Of course, we can meet. There's a hotel about half way between my house and the city. Stay there and I can meet up with you anytime."
A few days later, she replied, "Ok, I'm all set. I'll be in next Tuesday. I can't wait to see you!"
She arrived as scheduled and we decided to meet up on Wednesday. I blew off work that day, calling in some excuse about a sick pet or something. I didn't care; I just needed the day free. I kissed my wife goodbye and said that I'd be late coming home since the office was planning a happy hour after work. Well, it was going to be a "happy hour" for me that much I knew!
The next day, I made a beeline for the hotel. "K" met me in the lobby and we decided to go out for a bite to eat. She was even more beautiful in person. Though I had ample time to view the pictures she had sent me, I found her reddish brown hair and curvy body totally intoxicating in person. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
Over brunch, we caught up on current events and settled into our usual repertoire of bouncing nasty comments back and forth. She leaned over the table, kissed me full on the lips and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here. I want to fuck you so bad."