I had just dropped my daughter off with one of my older nieces for that afternoon and was on my way to the hotel when I noticed that my hands were trembling and realized just how nervous I was getting. My husband was off with my son and I'd just seen to my daughter for the rest of the afternoon, so I was sure that I was covered so far as responsibility went.
I drove up to the dirty one story hotel and felt my heart racing while my tummy did flips wondering if I'd have the nerve to even get out of the car. I looked down to check myself, blushing as I gawked at the outfit he'd asked me to wear. I saw movement at the front of my car and looked up to see the actual face of the person I'd only seen in photographs.
He was shorter and had gained weight since the photo were the first things I noticed, that and the huge grin he had on his face. Trapped now I realized that whatever decision about backing out was gone now as he eagerly waved me into the door he was peeking out of.
This had began over a year earlier, me being so frustrated with my husband and all of our problems and ongoing fights. Not to dwell on it but the situation was bleak and I'd started to chat online, looking for someone anonymous to confide in. What started off as bitching led to conversations which eventually led to some much needed attention from the opposite sex...even if it was only online.
Time spent in cyber-space with 'friends' led to sharing intimate details and fantasies, but never with any real intent other than to kind of flirt and get aroused myself. I met my friend Ryan early when I first started fooling around looking for men to chat with. He was in his early 20's and was in the marines and said he was Latin.
I ended up sharing most everything with him at one point or another before I discovered that he was stationed about three hours from me. This shouldn't have mattered but I'd always envisioned him as some man deployed overseas who I could just say whatever shocking things I'd think of and never worry about actually facing. I had told him all the dirty things I'd tried or experimented with back in my college days and even some of my dirtiest fantasies!
He never brought up meeting me in person until one of his friends from the marines was going to visit his sister who lived in my area. I laughed it off at first but as he began to write about what he wanted to do and how much he admired me....I may have teased him a bit. He wrote me such romantic things filled with passion like I used to experience back before I got swallowed up in my marriage.
It was late one night after I'd been in a shouting match with my husband and also made my preteen daughter furious with me that I got online and he found me. I was so emotional that I agreed to it, wanting to hurt and betray my husband right then and there! It was only the next day when I got Ryan's email did I realize exactly what it was I'd done.
It was about two weeks before the weekend he'd be up so I had plenty of time to worry myself sick over it. One minute I'd be excited about it and the next feel so dirty about the thoughts I was having. Ryan was sending me the sweetest emails on an almost daily basis, one of which asked if I could dress up for him when we finally met.
So here I was, dressed in the only mini-skirt I owned, feeling like a fool for even wearing such a thing. I was going to wear stockings but the only thigh high pair I owned had runs so I'd just shaved my legs and gone without. I had on a small purple lace thong and push-up padded bra that I'd had for awhile but never had the opportunity or reason to wear for my husband.
I had to pull my skirt down getting out of my car and could feel his eyes on my legs and heels the second I closed the door. I remember feeling a little disappointed that he wasn't much taller than I was and had obvious gained at least twenty pounds since the pictures that he'd sent. I let him give me a hug and heard him saying something about a 'big surprise' for me as he put his hand around my waist and led me into the dirty little room.
The room was small and had two single beds, a dresser with a small t.v. with a large mirror hanging behind it. There was a small bathroom in the back with a flickering bulb for a light I could see going on and off from the door. The television was on and some porno was playing, which shocked me, but not nearly as much as the other Latin man sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off did!
I stopped short but Ryan had closed the door already and was introducing me to his friend Juan who was in the marines with him. I was trying to ignore the fake moans coming from the small t.v. knowing I had to be blushing dark red all while doing my best to think of a way out of all this.
Before I could even think Ryan had his hands on my hips from behind and was pressing his crotch against my ass whispering in my ear how he wanted to make 'one of my fantasies come true'. I closed my eyes in shame and I guess some disgust as I remembered late one night confessing that I'd known girls in college who been in threesomes and been curious about it.
