WARNING: You might not be the right audience for this story.
I originally wrote this to share only with my wife, however I thought maybe someone else would appreciate the very slow approach that she and I are taking to exploring this fantasy. If you're looking for some immediate, hot sex scenes you'll be disappointed. There is some sex, especially in Part 3, but it only makes sense (given my wife's shyness) after Part 1 and 2 happen.
I'd enjoy reading your comments, but if this slow approach is not your thing then probably move on.
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A few weeks had passed since our night at the hotel bar, and since then Keith had been in contact with Danielle every couple of days. He worked as a traveling corporate trainer, coming from the West coast on a regular basis to work for a company headquartered near us. In his text messages he had been asking if she would be willing to meet with him again. So far, she had been noncommittal. And she still hadn't told him that she was married. We both felt a bit guilty about that.
So far, Danielle had been sharing her text conversations with me, so I was up on the story. But she was getting more and more uncomfortable about continuing to mislead him. Tonight is Saturday. He'll be traveling back to our area tomorrow night and he's anxious to see her again.
"We have a chance to meet him tomorrow night, and I want to, but only if you do too. Oh, and we have to tell him, that we're married." she told me as we were cleaning up after dinner.
"If you want to do this, you need to tell him beforehand—like tonight." was my reply. "I don't want a big surprise for him in public, that may not go well."
We both thought it would be best to meet in the same place. She texted him and he agreed to the meeting place, but he still didn't know her secret.
"You need to tell him tonight, so he has some time to consider what he's getting into." I told her.
"What he's getting into? What about what I'm getting into, or what we're getting into? We need to figure this whole thing out. I really shouldn't have sent that last text to him." she said clearly regretting agreeing to meet him.
"So, what's the best way to get let him know?" I wondered out loud.
"I should just text him and say that I have something he needs to know, and then I'll call him and tell him while we're on the phone."
I was on-board with that idea, but first suggested we work out what, exactly, she planned on doing tomorrow night. I had a concern.
"He's going to want to know. This all started as a night of flirting, and we agreed to some boundaries, but we need to figure out what the new boundaries are." I told her.
"Ummmm..." was her reply as she looked at the floor.
Not sure how to interpret that, I just asked, "You did stick with our boundaries, right?"
Danielle stayed quiet and kept her eyes on my shoes.
"Not exactly." she finally whispered.
"What the F?" it had been weeks and I was only now learning something had changed? I was starting to see red. Starting to see red, but I couldn't tell exactly what I was feeling. I did know that I wanted to get the whole story before anything else happened.
"Out with it, now." I ordered.
"Well you went out to the car while we were dancing to the slow songs. He was much more comfortable then and we danced close. He had his arms all around me and he felt nice and I could tell he was getting turned on...I was too. The other group, the loud ones, ended up switching the jukebox to more up-beat music and he told me it was too loud for him and then he asked me if I wanted to go to his room. I knew you were waiting, so I told him I'd walk him to his door but then would have to say goodnight." she was still talking to my shoes.
"When we got to his room he asked me if he could kiss me goodnight and I said 'okay'. That part you know," she glanced at me for the first time then, although sheepishly, hoping I'd agree, and then quickly looked back to the floor.
"Uh huh, you told me you kissed, but in the lobby not in his room."
"We were in the hall when we kissed, but anyway... He opened his door and just kind of pulled me in. Not rough, really gently. And I just went with it. I'm sorry, I should have told you but I thought you'd be upset." she looked up again.
"I am upset. But mainly because you didn't tell me. This isn't how we're supposed to be. We're supposed to be better than this. I wanted you to have a good time, but you can't lie to me. That's not us." the angry part was starting to come out and so I started to walk away, then stopped.
"Then what?" I asked harshly as I turned back to her.
"We kissed, like I told you." she replied but I could tell there was more.
"And...?" I was having to pull this out of her.
"He kind of ran his hands all over me. I don't know, I was just in another place. It was like everything was brand new and I didn't know how to react." she was starting to talk more quickly now. I just watched her and listened.
"He was very gentle, but I was completely wrapped up in him for those few minutes." She looked up again hoping to catch a glimpse of understanding in my face.
I stared right back into her eyes and told her, "Tell me everything."
She continued, "We kissed for a while and he was touching me everywhere. He was holding me close to him and I could tell he was getting hard. Then I started to touch him through his pants. He was hard. I was wearing that short skirt, and the panties you gave me."
"I remember."
"He used his hand on me." I couldn't tell now if the emotion I heard in her voice was quiet regret, or dreamlike excitement. "And he got me off. While we stood there, in the doorway."
She got quiet at that point and looked up at me again—clearly in some pain.
"And then? Look, you need to come clean here. No more bullshit."
