This is a story about two days of sex between two consenting adults who happen to meet by chance, one is single, the other married to a man who barely acknowledges her existence. There's more to it than just bedroom antics, but there is a fair amount of sex involved. In the past I've had commenters state I had too much sex in a story, therefore, be forewarned. I don't think it belongs in the LW category so I have listed it in Erotic Encounters. If sex and a wife seeking affirmation as to whom she is doesn't tickle your fancy you may want to avoid this story. Otherwise ... read on.
Second Opinion
I had finished my meal and was only taking up space at the restaurant attached to the Sheraton where I was staying for one more day. I could see people in a que waiting to be seated so when the nice waitress asked if I thought I'd be long I smiled and asked for the check. Charging it to my room I stood, then turned to her.
"My laptop has died and I need to do some online work, do you know if the hotel has a business section with computers?"
Waving for the bus boy she took my arm gently leading me to the door, she wanted that table!
"As a matter of fact, they do. Stop at the desk, she'll give you a code and point you in the right direction. Thanks for letting me have the table and you have a good evening."
The lady at the front desk gave me a code and pointed to her right, "You'll see an open area sir, there are several computers in there. Have a good evening."
I was beginning to get the impression everyone at this hotel wanted me to have a good evening, which was far better than telling me to have a crappy evening. I went to my room, grabbed my briefcase and got to work online. I'd been there a half hour or so when a lady that I figured was about 40, a few years older than me, sat to my right. The look on her face was one of utter disgust with some anger mixed in. She tried several times to log on to no avail, she was nearly in tears when she looked at me.
"Sir, you apparently know how to log on, will you please help me?"
Her cubicle was the now "mandatory" six feet from mine, another asinine idea, as though those little germ thingies know they can't go beyond six feet. My grandpa summed it up quite nicely, "I made it through two tours in Nam and three bullet holes in my stomach, I sure as hell aint afraid of some friggin germ that may or may not be floatin around. One that kills less than two percent of people who get the flu." But I digress, I scooted my chair to her area, as I got closer she moved to her right, when I stopped in front of her computer she asked if I minded her not wearing a mask.
"I don't mind at all, you'll notice I'm not wearing one and don't intend to start. Shall we get this process started? What's your code number?"
Within a minute I had her online, thinking I would be a gentleman I asked what she was searching for. My intention was to help her find a site, the look she gave me was one of embarrassment mixed with bewilderment. Her face was beginning to redden and I could tell her breathing had changed. I took the hint, as I moved away she stopped me.
"Please, I can probably use your help. Oh my, this is so embarrassing. I want to find one of those sites where you find a guy to have sex with. Nothing permanent, just one night of sex."
We were probably three feet apart staring at one another, I was surprised to say the least. I mean, this was mommy homemaker talking to me, the rings on her finger had not been removed, her attire was attractive but not overly revealing, makeup and hair looked like they'd been quickly freshened. I was confused and interested in what might be going on at the same time.
I decided to try and garner some information, "May I ask your name?"
She studied my face for thirty seconds or more, I sensed she wanted to tell me, she was simply afraid. I held up a hand and told her I was sorry for intruding and that I'd let her be. As I prepared to turn I heard her answer.
"It's Riley. You aren't some kind of stalker are you? Wait, what a stupid question, I should have asked that before I told you I'm looking for one of those sex apps. And may I ask yours?"
"It's Rex. Imagine that, R and R side by side at the hotel computers. Who woulda thunk it?" She belly laughed as I continued. "I need to ask something, please don't think me forward, but why on earth would you want to find a hookup site? Are you in town for one night and this is an adventure, an you want to find an out of town lover perhaps, or is it a revenge thing for something he did?"
"No, nothing like that. I'm here with my worthless husband. I want one of those hook up sites for a second opinion."
Now I was really confused. "A second opinion? I'm lost here Riley. Help me out."
Turning her chair to face me she crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly as if she were going to reveal a secret, not sure why she felt that way, no one was any closer than twenty feet from us. The swish of her stockings as she crossed her legs got my immediate attention, she caught me looking at her legs and smiled. I couldn't see more than an inch or two above her knees, but what I could see was inviting.
She spoke very softly, "I feel like some sort of floozy for telling you why, I think I'm old enough to be your mom for goodness sake. Just how old are you anyway?"
"I'm 33, and since you opened that door, how old are you?" I asked.
She giggled softly, "Oh my, you wear it well. I thought you were in your early twenties, I turned 46 two days ago. That's part of why I'm here, my worthless husband is at a conference for the rest of the week, I came along thinking we might celebrate my birthday together. Not so, he has zero time for me."
"You keep calling him worthless Riley. Why? There must be some redeeming value in him, otherwise why did you marry him?"
"Oh, when we married nineteen years ago I thought he was everything a woman could want and it was that way until after I started having children. Then it was like I was needed for breeding and breeding only. He had no time for me, paid no attention to me, the only time he had sex with me was to impregnate me once more. Iwas so trusting, so stupid, I finally figured out he's had little office honey's all along."
I felt badly for her, "That sucks. You're an attractive woman, you don't sag or droop or have a flabby roll around the middle like I see on so many women. What the hell is not to like? He must be an idiot. Let me guess, so you're considering having revenge sex with a stranger. Right?"
She had been dangling a heel off her toes as we spoke, moving her chair closer it dropped onto the floor. I bent over to pick it up and was met with the smell only a woman can create. The aroma of her perfume mixed with the scent of female arousal drifted softly from beneath her dress. My dick jumped and I began to salivate thinking if I'd read the situation right and took my time, I might be the one who sampled her wares that night. I don't chase married women, but if she wanted to toss me a bone, I was gonna take it. She was probably ten pounds above ideal, but then who the hell has an ideal weight any longer?
Her breasts were certainly adequate, her waist was typical of a woman who'd had more than one child, her legs were shapely and she had delicate facial features. I caught myself thinking, "Why the hell would somebody throw away a woman like her?"
Sitting up I went to hand her the shoe, she stuck out her foot in a gesture for me to re-hang it on her toes, which I did. Settling back, she crossed her arms and braced herself.
With a stern look she continued, "Well, it didn't start out that way. This was going to be the week I showed him what a nice piece of tail he's been ignoring. I bought some sexy lingerie, a new garter belt, silk stockings, lacy stretch panty/bra sets you can see through. The whole nine yards."
Leaning at the waist she signaled for me to get closer as she whispered, "I even bought a bra with holes for the nipples and panties with no crotch. I felt like a slut when I walked out of that store, and to think some women wear that stuff every day."
I smiled, "Don't tell me he ignored you in that outfit?"
She grimaced and then looked peeved, "Worse, he told me he wouldn't touch my, (she leaned with her mouth next to my ear) worn out fat cunt."
I was flabbergasted, who the fuck treats somebody like that, as she sat straight in the chair I was lost for words. When my thoughts caught up with my emotions I asked.
"Are you serious? Did he really say that?" She nodded, I could see tears pooling along the bottom of her eye. "What did you do Riley? That had to hurt like hell."
I handed her a kleenex from the box on my left, she dabbed her eyes so as not to smear her makeup, blew her nose, chucked the Kleenex and tried to smile.
