Let me begin with the physical descriptions. We are a late 40's early 50's couple. I am a bookish looking cubicle dweller, on the small side in every way. My wife is one of those women who became more beautiful as she aged. Her bob hair style frames her sharp, tanned features. Her 38D tits, shapely ass and long legs still attract the stares of even much younger men.
Two months ago I'd made the mistake of telling my wife I'd had fantasies of seeing her with another man, a well hung man. She'd reacted how I'd guess (at least according to the anonymous comments to the cuckold stories here say) like most wives would, disgust and suspicion. Oh, and of course a cold shoulder, a very cold shoulder. I've tried to tell her that it was only a fantasy, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Now two months later it seemed our marriage was on the rocks.
To get away from it for a while she and her friend Nikki went on a ski trip. I planned on using the time to begin making plans to leave. After two months of less than roommate status it was past time.
So two days in I've set up my appointment with the divorce lawyer the day before she gets back. I've gotten a couple of emails, a text and a phone call, no good cell service on the mountain. So I assume she's having fun.
So about eleven o'clock last night I'm just dozing off and my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, but with her being out of state I figure I better answer. It was her and she sounded bright and happy, but a little strange. Hey, she wasn't angry at me, I'd take it. We made a little small talk about how the last two days had gone, when she suddenly blurted, "I have to tell you something." (For the wonderful anonymous literary critics out there, of course you know where this is going, you're reading a "Loving Wives" story on an adult web site, DUH!, maybe you also noted the sun came up this morning).
"Last night we went to the hotel bar for a drink. We actually had a couple guys buy us a drink and even flirted a bit, all innocent. We probably would probably led them on all night except one of the guys asked if we would like to go to their room and smoke a little weed." (Let me insert here, my wife loves the stuff, Nikki is anti-drug, and one of the conditions of the trip was that no herb made the trip). "Nikki said, 'Sorry, I don't use that stuff, bye.' And made it clear they were no longer welcome. We both kind of giggled as they walked off, then decided to leave."