My wife and I met in college, me as a typical horny teenager, her as a lovely lady who I immediately had my sights on. I learned that she, like I, had come from a conservative family, and I was testing the boundaries while she was happy to stay just like she was. After a year of dating Cindy and I were married, that was 25 years ago.
Our 10th anniversary found us crossing a line to sexual bliss that neither of us thought we'd ever get close to. While dating I was a gentleman, but knew I had to have her. I'd fucked some other girls, but this was the first young lady I thought I might want to marry, so while I wanted to fuck her, I didn't want to scare her off.
The year leading up to your 10th anniversary was a pretty rough year. I was finishing my undergrad degree in music, and nearly sold my soul to the devil since I was on full scholarship. She worked too many hours as she single-handedly supported us. Her main job was cashier at a busy restaurant in the mall. She worked full-time, which meant from 10:00 a.m. until the money was counted and stored in the safe, which was no earlier than 9:45 p.m. Those hours allowed her time with one of the managers, more importantly to her though were the hours spent alone, with him, counting the money at night. This alone time was soon to end though as he took a position to manage another restaurant out-of- state, near a highly visited mountainous area where there were plenty of vacationers, including, and eventually, us.
We both had grown to like Steve, the manager, and even I had become friends with him: we'd even visited his home, had dinner together, met the wife and kids, the normal things that normal couples do. As our vacation time neared she decided we needed to go to the mountains, and where Steve worked was near mountains she'd never visited. She planned everything, including where we'd stay, eat, and visit.
Our first night put us enjoying dinner in Steve's restaurant. He sat down and visited with us, even bought our dinner as I recall. We stayed around and talked since they weren't busy that evening. We laughed and caught up on the few months he'd been in the new location. And we brought him up to date on the soap opera of the restaurant he'd recently left, where my wife still worked. Good times must end so he closed the place as we left and said good-bye. As we got to the car, my wife said she needed to go ask him something, and said she'd be right back. I sat in the car waiting patiently, hoping she'd soon return. I was tired and wanted nothing more than to relax on our king-sized bed in the hotel room. This was vacation and I was ready for some relaxation.
Once in the hotel room I hit the bed, and she hit the shower. She arrived at the bed side all dolled up, freshly showered and hair done. The first thing I noticed was her attire, which was her pink pj's. They were silk, and I immediately noticed nothing on under them. I thought about how much of a lucky man I was when she told me Steve would be there in a few, and I about fell out of the bed! Here's my wife of 10 years, and this was the day of our 10th anniversary, we had big plans the next day, but she told me to get up and look awake. She continued to tell me that when she returned to see Steve just before we left his restaurant, that she invited him over, and told him our room number at the hotel. She then hinted to me that she used to visit him on her off day, his too I was informed, and they played around a little at his home while his wife was at work. She said there was no sex, but she always left very wet. I couldn't believe my ears, we'd talked about playing around, but I never thought I'd hear how she had played without me.
Soon enough I heard the knock at the door. Cindy sprang toward the door to greet Steve. He was still in his work attire, which was a white shirt and tie. Cindy offered him the chair near the side of the bed while she settled in on the bed itself, and I grabbed the chair at the end of the bed. Chit-chat ensued as we spent the next few minutes continuing the conversation from dinner that evening.
Eventually Cindy looked at me, looked at Steve, and said, "Now look guys, I'm here in my pj's with nothing under them and neither one of you seem interested." Wow, I'd never heard Cindy talk like this before. I was startled even more as she lifted her foot and snuggled it under Steve's crotch, lifting her toes gently to "get his attention" as she put it. I know she had his attention because he started caressing her leg with his hands.
Cindy immediately got up and told me to follow her. I wasn't sure what to think as she led me into the hallway. She asked if I'd leave her alone with Steve for a little while. She reminded me I had a key, and that I could come back in the room shortly, but that she was nervous and needed to spend a few minutes alone with him. I agreed to leave them alone, not sure what to think, but reassured by Cindy that I was welcome to join after she got things warmed up. As the door click behind Cindy I was left standing in the hallway, wondering what had just happened. My wife of 10 years had just entered a locked hotel room with another guy, a friend of ours, and left me in the hallway; what a way to spend my 10th anniversary to the woman I loved.
