[This story has elements that could fit in Loving Wives, other elements that would fit in Group, Anal, Erotic Couplings, and with a little stretch into Incest. Rather than get the feedback that said I put it in the wrong place I'm putting it in Novels and Novellas. If you don't like stories that include oral pleasure, coitus, three lovers in the same bed, and anal... don't read this story. As always I encourage feedback and voting.]
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Once in a while something out of the ordinary happens and I get to know I'm alive. On the thirteenth of January something out of the ordinary happened and... I want to tell you the story. Call it a cautionary tale. A warning. Call it a blessing or a trauma. It was all those things and a surprise.
I'd gone to a conference in San Diego and the company I work for had rented six cars for us, for sightseeing, going to dinner, all the touristy things that people at a conference do when they aren't in meetings. There was a bowl in the hospitality suite on the fifth floor where the keys to the rentals were kept. If you wanted to use one, you went to the suite, picked up a key and when you were done with the car you returned the key.
I had randomly picked a key from the bowl and walked to the parking lot. I had assumed the cars would all be business sedans. When I got to the lot I looked at the fob and saw I had picked a yellow 2009 Mustang convertible! What was going to be a half hour drive to see Mission Bay had just become a two or three hour tour of the city. When I sat down behind the wheel I saw a post-it stuck to the dash between the air conditioning vents. A yellow Post-it with a note written in purple ink. "Call Room 988!"
I called the hotel and they patched me to room 988. A woman answered. I wasn't surprised. She said, "Kim deAngelo."
"Kim, I just sat down in the yellow Mustang."
"Wow! Where are you going?"
"Mission Bay, Balboa Park and then driving around. Why?"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. Why the note?"
"I left something in the car. Don't go, Ok? I'll be down in less than five minutes." The phone clicked and she was gone. I looked at my watch and spent the entire five minutes getting my sport coat into the trunk and the top down.
When I looked around after the top was down I saw a tall redhead walking quickly towards me. She was wearing white pants and a navy pullover with white stars all over it. Her three inch heeled sandals clacked on the tarmac as she walked. Her smile was wide and happy. Her chest slightly overfilled the pullover, stretching the fabric between her breasts. She went to the passenger side and climbed in. She turned to me and stuck out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Kim. Glad to meet you."
"You said you left something in the car."
"I did. Me. I'm from our Madison office where there's three feet of snow on the ground. I don't want to miss any opportunity to drive around in this while we're here."
"So the Post-it was your way of inviting yourself along?"
"If you'd rather be alone..." The look she gave me said she knew she wasn't getting out of the car. I knew it, too. I turned the key and the engine came to life. We drove around and enjoyed the sunshine, the wind, the sights of San Diego and I enjoyed having a very nice looking woman next to me.
She shared her story with me as we drove. She was thirty-one, divorced for almost a year, and this was her first trip to San Diego for our annual conference. It was my fifth year coming to the conference so I knew San Diego pretty well.
By twelve-thirty I was hungry so I asked what kind of food she would like. She asked if I knew a good Mexican restaurant. I turned and headed us to Old Town. We sat outside and had a great lunch. Twice during the meal she touched my arm. Both times she was looking me right in the eyes. I wondered if I was reading her signals correctly.
Both times I asked myself that question I also reminded myself I was married.
At the end of the meal the waitress dropped off the bill. Kim said, "You've been nice enough to let me come along, let me get lunch." I wondered how she could pay. She didn't have a purse. Her pants didn't have a pocket and neither did the pullover. She pulled her arm back inside the pullover and reached into her bra. Two seconds later she withdrew her hand and a VISA card.
She smiled and said, "It's safer there than in a purse."
I said, "This may be the first time I've ever wished I was a VISA card."
She blushed just a little and then looked me in the eyes again. Seconds passed. The waitress took the card and the bill. Kim looked at me a few more seconds and said, "Maybe you'll get your chance."
I reminded myself I was married. It took longer that time.
When she got her card back and the bill signed we stood to leave the restaurant. She handed me the card, saying, "Hold this for me, would you please? I'll ask for it later." I slipped it in my shirt pocket.
She stepped close as we walked back to the Mustang and hooked my arm with hers, pressing her left breast against my triceps. It felt really good. I noticed people looking at us and smiling. In a mirror we walked past, I saw us and saw that I really looked good with her holding on to me.
We walked around Balboa Park, drove around Mission Bay and out to the Hotel Coronado. I liked being the tour guide for Kim, who behaved like she was having a great time.
By the time we were back at the hotel it was getting dark. She said, "I don't want this to end."
"It's been a wonderful day." I agreed. I put the top up and we got out of the car. As she got out she removed the Post-it from the dash and crumpled it. She looked up at me and said, "I don't need it anymore."
We walked inside the hotel without touching. Discreet. If she had still been hanging on my arm I was pretty sure word would have reached my wife before morning. In the elevator, I held the key to the Mustang in my hand. I hit the button for the fifth floor, where the hospitality suite and the bowl were located. She took the key from me and said, "I'll return it for you, on two conditions. You tell me what room you're in and if you decide to take another drive you invite me along."
Bells rang in my head. I saw the robot from Lost in Space yelling, "Danger Will Robinson! Danger!" I felt a reaction in my slacks. With all that happening I said, "922." Her finger hit the button for the ninth floor and when the doors opened on five she stepped out. She walked away and I watched her hips as the doors closed.
Back in my room I cleaned up a little. In my brain I said, 'Don't let her in. You don't need to clean up. You're married and you're not going to cheat! God! Don't you want to see those tits? She wants to show you those tits!'
I heard a knock. My blood pressure went up twenty points. I took a deep breath. I opened the door. What I saw was Kim's smile and her star covered chest. She moved past me and I closed the door.
She turned and helped me move to the center of the floor space. She flipped the lock on the door and said, "Face the windows please."
The drapes were open and the view was all the way to Mission Bay. I looked and she said, "Ok. Now you can turn around."
I turned around and saw lace. She had taken her pullover off and was showing me her lace covered chest. Barely covered. I could see her nipples and areola through the lace. I could see that the bra was more for sex appeal than support.
She stepped closer and reached into my shirt pocket. Her fingers came back with her credit card.
"I keep it inside the right cup. Would you put it back, kind Sir?"
I watched my hand reach for the card and just as it touched the card she dropped it. My eyes and hand followed it to the floor. When I stood back up with the card in my hand, she held the bra out to me, with the cups empty and pointed at the floor. I dropped the card in the right cup and looked up. Two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen were right in front of me.
Kim dropped the bra to the floor. She took my hands and put them on her warm breasts. She said, "I know you're married. I don't want to mess with your marriage. I like you a lot. I'll be here once a year. What I want is a man who will love me and treat me right one week a year. Can you do that?"
I had visions of my wife coming out of the hotel room bathroom in the pale green teddie I gave her for Christmas and seeing me between Kim's legs. I had visions of a courtroom with my Mom and Dad looking disappointed at me for being stupid. I took a step back and let go of her breasts. I sat on the bed.
"Kim, I can't! I want to. I've thought of the possibility a hundred times since I called your room this morning. You're beautiful, fun to be with and sexy." I paused. "So is my wife."
"I understand. I'm conflicted too. Maybe your integrity is part of what has me want you." She picked up her bra and covered her wonderful tits with it. She picked up the stars and covered all her skin, tucking the VISA card into the right cup before she pulled the pullover down. "I hope your wife knows how lucky she is. I'd offer to tell her, but that wouldn't be right."
There were tears in her eyes that didn't fall. "So you know, you're the only man besides my husband and doctor who has seen my breasts. I should say my ex-husband."
Ten seconds later she was out the door. I sat on the bed feeling her in my hands and visualizing her standing there for over an hour. The phone rang.
On the third ring I answered. It was Frank Williams from my office. "You available for dinner?" He asked.
"Sure. Downstairs?"
"Meet us in the lobby in half an hour, we'll go out on the town." He hung up.
I showered, put on clean clothes and was five minutes early. I had accepted as a way of stopping the thoughts I was having about Kim and my wife. I knew the reason I had been invited was that I don't drink. My colleagues wanted a designated driver.
Frank came out of the elevator with two other guys from L.A.. In the parking lot we found a gray four-door sedan and Frank handed me the keys.
"Know where we can get good Mexican food?" He asked. I took them back to where Kim and I had lunch. I saw the same waitress that had served us lunch and was grateful she wasn't serving our table. As I was finishing my enchiladas my cell rang. The called ID showed the call was from Carole, my wife's sister.
I excused myself and stepped out into the street and answered. "This is Nick."
Her voice was upset and I could tell she had been crying. She said, "It's Carole. I knew you were in San Diego so I decided to surprise my sister and take her to dinner. I looked in your front window before I knocked and saw her on the couch fucking your next door neighbor!"
"What?" I yelled. People around me moved a few feet farther away. Frank and Bob both looked over at me.
