When my husband suggested I take a weekend away all by myself, to relax, refresh and recharge, I don't think he anticipated that it would turn out quite like it did. We had been married for 10 years, and neither of us had yet experienced the "7 year itch" that we were warned about. But this weekend did reveal and itch that neither of us knew I had...and that itch was well and truly scratched!
I'm Charlene, a 32yo stay at home mom...a short blonde with a relatively fit body for someone who had 3 young children. I enjoyed working out, and had managed to get back into shape after each child. I have smaller, but still perky breasts...and I'm often told that my best asset is my toned legs and butt. My husband, Steve, is a busy business manager, but still finds plenty of time for me and the kids. And he, very sweetly, notice how exhausted I had been, and so he suggested this weekend away, so that I could come back refreshed and ready to go again. He had booked a nice hotel at a beachside town about an hour away, and even though I declined his suggestion at first, he wouldn't take no for an answer.
And so, here I was packing a few clothes, including some bikinis that I didn't often have the chance to wear, and some books so that I could do absolutely nothing all weekend. Just as I finished packing, Steve arrived home from work with a little present for me...it was a dildo about the same size as his penis...in case I missed him while I was away. I had absolutely no intention of ever using it, but packed it just to humour him. And so I was off for my little getaway.
When I arrived to check in, it was still only mid afternoon, and since the hotel was right on the beach I decided to spend the last few hours of sunlight relaxing down on the beach. So I changed into a pretty pink bikini, rather modest compared to what most girls wear now, but it still showed off my nice figure, and my sexy legs that I was very proud of. I took a mirror selfie and sent it to Steve...he always liked it when I sent him sexy selfies! He sent back telling me to make sure I wear my wedding ring, so all the guys leave me alone! Of course, I never take it off, so he has nothing to worry about. I put a little sundress over the top, left my phone in the room and headed down to the beach with a book to read. I found a nice quiet place up the beach, past the crowds, and set my towel down, removed my dress, and lied down to read my book. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, I was eager to get a nice tan on my very white body! This was beautiful, no interruptions, just nice and relaxing. My husband knew exactly what I needed!
After a couple of hours past, and the sun was getting closer to the horizon, I was just about ready to go. But just then a group of shirtless young guys strolled down the beach to the very spot I'd found and started playing with a football quite close to where I was. This was my sign to get out of here, but as I started to put my dress back on and get ready to leave, one of these shirtless young men came over to introduce himself to me. He obviously didn't notice or didn't care about the wedding ring I was wearing, because he didn't even try to hide his looks as he was looking me up and down. He introduced himself as Latrell, a 21yo college student on a holiday with his friends. He was friendly, funny and easy to talk to...offering plenty of compliments! And even though I was not interested in pursuing a friendship with this young man, I still enjoyed the brief conversation we had. I told him I had to get going, to which he replied that he was very disappointed, then he asked for my number so that we could continue our conversation later. I have no idea why I did, but I just gave it to him, without even thinking...and spent the whole walk back to my room regretting it! Why couldn't I have been smart enough to give him a fake number? Why didn't I mention in our conversation that I was happily married? I don't know the answers...all I know is that Latrell had somehow managed to sweet talk me into giving out my number like I was some young college girl still looking for love, and I didn't even realise what had happened until afterwards.
When I got back to my room, I checked my phone,and found 2 new messages...one sweet message from my husband, Steve, asking how my afternoon down at the beach was...and one from a new number, Latrell, asking me on a dinner date. Both messages were hard to reply to...what do I tell Steve? It's not like anything happened...but surely he wouldn't like me giving my number out to other men, especially one as good looking and smooth talking as Latrell! And what do I tell Latrell? I did really enjoy talking to him...but there's no way I could go on a date with him! I replied to Latrell first, I had to tell him straight before he could sweet talk me into doing something wrong. So I told him that I was sorry for giving him my number, and let him know that I'm happily married and can't go on dates with other men. That ought to send him packing! Then I decided I should be honest with Steve...so I told him all that had happened, including Latrell asking me to dinner. Then I waited anxiously for both men to respond...
Latrell replied first...he said he saw my ring and knew I was married, but he enjoyed my company regardless and just wanted to hang out as friends. He made it clear that the dinner invitation was still there, but just as friends. Then Steve's reply shocked me...he asked if I wanted to go on a dinner date with Latrell? He said he wouldn't want to stop me from enjoying my weekend away. I didn't know how to reply...but thought I'd just be honest. I told Steve that I did enjoy Latrell's company, but didn't think it would be smart to spend too much time with him. Then Steve shocked me with his response...he told me to accept Latrell's dinner invitation, wear something pretty and just enjoy the night out.
Now I had to decide how to respond to Latrell...I had my husbands blessing to go and enjoy my night...so I told Latrell to pick me up in an hour. He replied with a love heart, and I was starting to think this was a bad idea. But as I got myself ready, without even realising I'd put a lot of effort into how I looked for Latrell! I was wearing a black lace g-string with a matching lace bra, I had thigh high black stockings, a short and tight colorful flower patterned dress, black heels, and my hair and makeup was perfect. I didn't even put this much effort into a date with my husband! But I did think I should send my husband a selfie so he could appreciate my beauty. He just replied with don't stay out too late and a winky face. So I headed down to the lobby to wait for my "date".