This is a contest entry for the Nude Day Story Contest. Feel free to give me lots of 5s!
This isn't a cuck or a BTB story.
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"I cheated on Jim."
"What?"
That was Margo, my next-door neighbor. It was Tuesday morning, and our husbands were both gone, off to work. We were sitting outside, on my backyard deck, having morning coffee, as we were wont to do on the days I didn't have to be at work first thing; Margo was a stay-at-home mom, and her kids were old enough that she could go next door without having to bring them along. Being summer break from school, her slugabeds were probably still in bed.
"Jean, what happened? Why? And, oh my God, does Jim know?" I suppose that there was no way I could have told her that I'd cheated without her demanding more information.
"No, Jim doesn't know." I took another sip of coffee, trying to steel myself for telling her the rest of the story, but I had started this conversation precisely because I couldn't keep it bottled up anymore. "It was last week, when I was at that producers' conference in New York. I told Jim that I was staying over one extra day, because the weather was so nice, and I've never, ever been to the beach before."
That part was true: here in landlocked Missouri, the ocean was a thousand miles away, and the furthest away I'd even been from home was Louisville, when I got to go to the Kentucky Derby several years ago. Oh, we weren't poor, not at all, but Jim was a definite homebody, and was just plain uncomfortable anyplace he hadn't been before.
I hesitated, so Margo kept pushing.
"Anyway, it was Friday, when the seminars ended, and I was down in the hotel lobby, looking on the internet at beaches I could get to from Manhattan. This guy from the conference, his name was Jason, and he was from a station in New Jersey, saw what I was checking out, and he just said to me, 'If you're looking to hit the beach tomorrow, I'd love to take you.' How he knew that's what I wanted to do, I had no idea.
"And, holy crap, he was good looking! Not like the plastic anchormen that are always around, and pretentious as Hell, but different, with black bedhead looking hair, and a two-day beard, and these blue eyes that just make women melt."
"So, you melted?" Margo was grinning at that.
"Yeah, I melted. We got to talking, and then he invited me out to dinner. I saw him glance at my wedding ring, but it didn't deter him for a second. I guess that he knew I was from the same meeting, and that my husband wasn't there.
"Anyway, like I said, he was from Jersey, but apparently knew his way around Manhattan pretty well. I should have been smart enough to say 'no' to the invitation, but I didn't. I figured we'd just eat at the hotel restaurant, but he said no, he was going to take me to one of the best places in the city, even though it looked like a kind of hole-in-the-wall place.
"Why not, I thought, and we walked outside. The hotel was on 45th Street, Times Square area, and we walked down 7th Avenue a ways. There was this red painted restaurant, with seating both inside and out on the sidewalk, a Thai place. Anyway, Jason asked me if I liked Thai food, and I admitted that I've never had it before. He asked if I was game to try, warning me that some of the dishes could be kind of spicy. Well, I've had plenty of spicy Mexican food, so I knew I could handle that part, and I was willing to try it."
I was just talking and talking and talking now, and Margo was staring at me, with rapt attention. "So, we ducked in, and Jason got us a table out on the sidewalk. The menu, wow, it was kind of complicated, written in Thai or whatever their language is called, but it had the meals described in English as well. Jason ordered us a bottle of Riesling, since I guess there aren't a lot of Thai wines, and that started going to my head kind of fast. I ordered something called duck laap, and it was really good, and really spicy, and that might have made me drink more wine than I should have, but I was drinking it before the food arrived.
"I could tell that Jason was trying to seduce me. We had to sit at the corner of the little table, due to the sidewalk noise -- New York is like a constant din -- and Jason took my hand while we were seated. I should have pulled back, but I didn't, and heck, it was my left and, and he was not only caressing my hand, he played with my wedding ring as well."
"Well, wow, just wow! He played with your wedding set? Girl, he was giving you every chance you needed to back out!"
"I know he was, and I knew it then, and I knew that I should, but he was just so
nice!
He had these blue eyes you could just drown in . . . . "
"You told me about his eyes."
"Yeah, well anyway, I wanted to stop, I really did, but we'd already ordered dinner, and not only didn't I stop him, I didn't stop him from playing with my hand."
"I suppose that this Jason was a player?"
"Maybe, I guess, oh, I don't know, but he sure played me. Still, I guess that I always thought I could stop this short of cheating, and I told myself I would.
"Anyway, the food was great, and after we left, Jason took me walking some more -- thank God I was wearing flats! -- and we went through the theater district, down to Flatiron and even into Soho. He was telling me about different things in New York, and he spent a lot of time holding my hand.
"Then he told me about the beach he was going to take me to -- not that I'd ever said yes to that! -- and he said it was a
nude
beach!"
"You're
kidding!"
"That's what I said. 'Jason, I've never been to a nude beach, and I'm 44 years old! I can't go walking around the beach naked, not with a bunch of teeny boppers and twenty-something hotties.'
"Well, he just said that there were going to be plenty of women my age there, and that he knew I'd look fabulous anyway, and that he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer."
"Did you try to say 'no'?"
"Well, I tried to put him off with a 'maybe,' but I knew that he saw right through that. I told him that my flight left LaGuardia at 6:22, and he just laughed it off, saying he'd have me there in plenty of time.
"Anyway, that subject got dropped, and finally we started walking back to the hotel. It was already after dark, and I asked him what room he was staying in, and he just said, 'Yours.'"
"Oh, my God,
Jean!
And you
let
him?"
"I knew that I shouldn't, damn it, I knew it. He wasn't staying at the hotel, but had his car in long-term parking at the Bus Terminal; I guess that he drove back and forth to the seminar every day, since he wasn't that far away. But when I opened the door to my room, he just followed me in, and shut the door behind himself.
"I kind of resisted, I knew that this was it, the threshold of whether or not I was going to cheat, but when he put his arms around me and kissed me, I was just seeing stars. I don't think I ever felt that way before, not with Jim, not with anybody.
"I mean, Jim's not a spectacular lover or anything, and Hell, I've never had a Fifty Shades spectacular lover. Jim's . . . adequate, you know. He always makes sure I've gotten off, because he eats pussy really well, . . . ."
"So you've told me." Margo smirked at that one.
"But anyway, actual sex, well, it's kind of, well, kind of not great. I mean, it's OK, but that's when Jim gets off, and I never do, never did with anybody."
"Yeah, you've told me that before, too."
"You've said that Greg isn't any better."
"Well, he's not. Pretty much the same as you, if it weren't for him eating me, I'd never get off during sex. But was this Jason better?"
"Yeah, he was." I couldn't help myself, I was smiling and laughing when I told Margo this. "He just knew that I wasn't going to say 'no,' and he never asked permission or anything, but was just holding me and kissing me. I guess that the moment of truth came when he put his hands on the hem of my shirt, and I just raised my arms over my head so that he could pull it off of me. I didn't say 'no,' I didn't try to stop him, Hell, I don't think I even hesitated, I just let him undress me.
"Anyway, once he pulled my shirt off of me, and I was just standing there, in my slacks and my bra, I just knew that it was my turn, and I started unbuttoning his shirt." Margo was paying rapt attention again! "I had been wearing ballet flats for shoes, and I stepped out of those myself.
"I mean, it was wonderful! With Jim, I'd have known exactly what he was going to do, exactly when he was going to do it. With Jason, I wondered, was he going to take off my bra first, or undo my pants, did he want me to take off his pants? Jim and I never undress each other anymore."
"Well what did he do then?" Margo was hanging on every word!
"Well, I was wearing a front-close bra, and he opened that, unfastened it like he'd had way too much practice doing that already, then he pushed the straps off of my shoulders, and I just let it drop to the floor. I was a bit worried then, 'cause I was afraid that he'd be disappointed that my boobs sagged, and he's younger than me."
