It happened 2 years ago, I never planned it, it just happened. I was 38 years back then and had been married since I turned 18. I've never had an extra marital affair before but of course have considered it many times. I never strayed outside my marriage and I consider myself to be a great wife, mother and an excellent consultant.
Sometimes in my line of work, my travels take me to remote areas of the country and on occasion, overnight stays are required. It was on such a trip that I ended up in Hurricane Mills Tennessee. Not very much there except for a motel, a gas station and restaurant/truck stop type place and a few odd small factories. It was seven in the evening and after a long day of travel and meeting with my client at one of those small factories for most of the day that I finally checked into the motel. As if it was such a great gesture on the motel's behalf, they included a coupon for one free drink at the bar for each night of stay. It really wasn't that great of a place but for the sake of not driving too far in the mornings, I chose to stay in Hurricane Mills. Before having diner, I thought I'd take advantage of my free drink at the bar.
Needless to say the bar was empty except for another woman who I assumed was another guest, the bartender, and myself. After a few minutes at the bar, the other woman struck up a conversation with me and we exchanged small talk. She was in town on business as well and as a medical auditor for the state she explained, she travels extensively for her job. She was here to inspect the medical procedures at the local state penitentiary. She introduced herself as Julie and came across as very pleasant and well spoken. She looked to be in pretty good shape, rather tall and slender, with jet-black hair and a killer smile. We munched on finger foods and chatted until around 9 or so then we said our good nights and I retired to my room.
It was the next evening that changed my life. Again I arrived back at the motel around 7 pm and thought I'd stop by the bar and have that free daily drink again before going to diner. Julie was there when I arrived she greeted me and motioned me over to join her. We each ordered a glass of wine and just sort of continued our chat from last night. By 7:30 we decided that we should have diner together since both of had not eaten yet. There was an Italian family owned restaurant just half a block away and we decided that would do, the street was well lit and we wouldn't have to drive. As we walked over, I was thinking it was nice, not to have diner alone for a change. It never fails, when a single woman on business goes into a restaurant or bar by herself, every swinging dick in the place figures she's out there to get laid. So tonight, I didn't mind the company.
The restaurant was nicer inside than we expected. Once seated, we noticed all the tables covered with white linen and full silverware settings neatly laid out. The room was dimly lit with soft background music playing that added a rather nice romantic touch to it. We ordered a bottle of Chablis with our diner and clicked our glasses together before taking a sip. Julie and I talked about our husbands, kids, work, and health etc. I told I was 38 years old and she told me she was 45. It surprised since she looked much younger, I had her pegged at around 38-40, we woman do that all the time. It was incredible just how well we got along. We had the same views on such topics as abortion and child rearing. It was like we had been friends for years. We talked and had eaten a lot that night throwing our diets to the wind and we realized we had consumed all of the Chablis. We were on our second bottle when our entrée' arrived. I was having the veal Marcella and Julie chose the seafood Italiano.
Now I'm somewhat outgoing but Julie was defiantly an extrovert. She had a way of drawing you in when she speaks to you and her mannerism makes one feel comfortable being around her. By the time we were done with our meals, Julie was awfully giddy and I was feeling no pain. The wine had played its tricks on us and we agreed that we were both a little shit faced. This was definitely weird. After diner we walked or should I say stumbled back to the motel. Lord knows we both needed the walk after a meal like that. We arrived, and discovered the small bar was closed for the night. It was rather odd since it was only 10:30 pm. What the hell! We said. What's going on? Julie suggested we go to her room, she had a couple of those little wine bottles that you get from airlines chilling in the fridge. Her room came with a small fridge and a microwave. I was a little tired but since it was only 10:30, I thought it was a good idea for half an hour or so. On the way to her room, we joked about how some guys can be such pigs all the while making pig grunt noises and we giggled like a couple of drinking college girls all the way to her room.
Once in her room, I plopped down on the bed and put my feet up while she busied herself searching and opening those two cute little airlines wine bottles. We joked about their size. Julie poured each of them out into a glass handed me one. We held them up and said "cheers" and took a sip. As late as it was and realizing that I just a little too much to drink, I stretched further down against the back of the headboard, adjusted my skirt so it didn't ride high up my thighs and kicked off my shoes, "my feet are killing me" I said as I kicked my heels off. She turned slightly and said "if you don't mind, I'm going to get out of these things. I've been bound up in this monkey suit since 7 this morning. I didn't give her action a second thought since I myself was in the same situation not taking the time to change out of my work attire.
