This is a hotwife/cuckold story. It is completely fictitious and is intended to be used as fantasy. If you are offended by the idea of adultery, please do not read further. If you do and then comment that you were offended, I will consider you a moron and delete your comment. All other comments are welcome and encouraged. I hope you enjoy the story.
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It was easy to see that Megan loved her husband Bruce. They had a great marriage and he was a good provider. He loved his wife and children very much and showed it most by working very hard to succeed. Megan was able to stay at home and take care of the kids while still volunteering when they were at school. They had a very idyllic life, traveling and doing pretty much whatever they wanted without worry.
Of course like many couples with several years of marriage under their belt and children, their sex life had suffered somewhat of a staleness. They were both aware of the situation and had discussed it at length. What to do was not fully determined but they were both committed to remedy the situation. That's what this mountain getaway was partly for. A chance for just the two of them to spend time together, discuss and explore fantasies, and rediscover the physical relationship they once shared.
Asheville was the perfect place for their weekend together. Lots to do and beautiful scenery, especially now in the fall when the leaves had begun to change and the mountains were covered with vibrant colors of red, orange and yellow. It was their first evening there. They had already checked into a very quant bed and breakfast so they decided to have dinner at a small but highly recommended restaurant in town.
As they arrived they were greeted by an attractive young woman at the door. "Welcome! Will you be having dinner?"
"Yes." replied Bruce.
The hostess explained that, "We currently have a twenty minute wait for a table. Give me your phone number and then feel free to go to the bar. We will text you when your table is ready." As they moved toward the bar, Megan could feel the eyes of the men on her. She had dressed provocatively but tastefully for Bruce and for herself. She loved the attention she received.
Her emerald green dress was of light fabric and fitted to accentuate her slim firm body. The neckline and back plunged low and made wearing a bra impossible. Not that her small but firm breasts needed any support. She was a runner and took very good care of her body. Something of which she as well as Bruce were very proud. The hem of her dress extended only inches below the bottom of her hard round ass. That and her bone four inch heels made her slim tight legs look lovely and long. Panty lines were no concern as her usual boy shorts were replaced by a black lace thong. A small black clutch and a sheer black lace shawl completed her look.
Her long reddish brown hair was up off her shoulders and her dark maroon lipstick and matching nail polish looked perfect. She was a head turner tonight and every man in the place looked. As they approached the bar, another couple was called to their table and Megan and Bruce were able to find two seats. Bruce ordered a beer for himself and a Grey Goose and soda for Megan. When their drinks came Bruce raised his glass and toasted his bride. "To the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the room. Let's just let go and have some fun tonight." With a big smile on her face, Megan tapped her drink to his and they both drank.
The place had a fun atmosphere. By her second vodka, Megan was feeling relaxed and she and Bruce had struck up a conversation with a couple sitting next to them at the bar. The usual banter about being from out of town and what should they go do before leaving. As she took a sip of her drink, Megan noticed a very handsome man sitting across from her. He glanced and noticed her looking at him and smiled. She quickly looked away and rejoined the conversation the four of them were having. Several minutes later she looked back. He was a tall man with an average frame, high cheekbones and flawless face. His blonde hair was stylishly cut and his clothes made a very favorable impression. As she admired him he looked over at her again. He smiled as she quickly looked away again. Her face flushed as he had caught her looking at him twice. She resolved not to look again.
She turned back just as the couple next to them were saying their goodbyes because their table was ready. She smiled at Bruce reached for her drink when she saw out of the corner of her eye, someone sit in the seat next to her. Taking a sip of her vodka and tonic, Megan turned to see who had sat down beside her. She gulped and nearly choked on her drink when she realized that it was the man she had seen across the bar. He turned toward her and offered his hand saying, " Hi, my name is Tom." She hesitated as she stared at Tom. He was even better looking up close. His deep blue eyes captivated Megan.
With a start she realized she hadn't responded to his introduction and turning red with embarrassment she took his hand and said, "I'm sorry Tom, I'm Megan and this is my husband Bruce." Bruce leaned over Megan's lap and took Tom's hand.
"Hi Tom. It's a pleasure to meet you." Megan had a flash of panic hoping Tom didn't mention to Bruce that she had been staring and that's why he had approached her. Tom's big smile soon quelled Megan's fears and the three of them began to talk. Megan sat back in her chair as Tom and Bruce talked leaning in front of her. She quickly noticed that Tom was quite close, presumably to be heard by Bruce. It didn't really bother Megan as Tom smelled great and she enjoyed being close to such an attractive man.
Tom put his hand on Megan's knee. Along with being thrilled she panicked slightly not knowing how she should handle the situation. She loved his touch, his large strong hands felt good against her skin, but should she protest in front of Bruce. She glanced at Bruce to see his reaction. He didn't even seem to notice. She decided to turn slightly toward Bruce in her seat to necessitate Toms removal of his hand.
Her move worked perfectly except that Tom gently placed his other hand on her arm just below her shoulder. Another thrill shot through her. She really enjoyed this attention. His hands were soft but his grip was firm. She glanced again at Bruce but he seemed obvious of Tom's advances. Tom's hand slipped down to the small of Megan's back. She could feel her body begin to respond to his touch. Her loins began to warm and she could feel her wetness. She took another sip from her drink. She couldn't escape Tom's touch without making it evident to Bruce. Besides, he had just said they should relax and enjoy themselves. She certainly was doing that.
Bruce's phone buzzed. Their table was ready. As they both stood to leave they bid their new friend Tom goodbye. They met the hostess again and she escorted them to their table. Small and dimly lit, the mood was very romantic. Two vodkas and generous male attention had Megan in the mood. The dinner was enjoyable. They shared great food as well as some sexy banter. At one point Bruce asked Megan what she thought of Tom. "He seemed very nice," she answered.
"He's a good looking man isn't he?" Bruce asked.
