An Indiscretion

THE AIRPORT

Five hours on a flight to find out they canceled the conference at the last moment because the state shut down, again, due to the pandemic. Fuck. I could have saved myself the trip. The airport I was at would normally be full of throngs of people. Guy people I could flirt with. I enjoy guys checking me out. I really love how many younger men are into older chicks these days. But today I can hear the click of my shoes echoing against the walls. The place is a ghost town. The stores, the food court, all closed. I pulled my bag behind me as I made my way up to the masked woman at the check in.

“I’m sorry madam, but the flight has been delayed. It may even be cancelled.”

“What? No. Fuck me. When will we know for sure?”

“Twenty minutes,” She said inspecting the monitor. Fine, I’ll just sit and cross my fingers, and toes. I had some writing to do anyway. So I sat down. My mask was fucking hot, and no one was around, so I lowered it to breathe.

I think I sat there for ten minutes writing when I spotted someone looking at me intently. Not like he could hide it, he was next to the only person in the terminal. I continued to write. He continued to get up, walk around and then sit back down. Like he was orbiting me, checking me out from all sides. Finally, he sat down in the seats facing me about six feet away. I was curious.

“Hi,” I said. He turned red and looked down. But he said something that surprised me.

“Your Bella Cooper, right?”

“What? No. Well, I guess I am but...” I responded, stunned. Bella Cooper is my pen name, I write erotica and romance for a living. This is what I get for making one drunk post. I hoped that I had pulled that picture down fast enough. Now I have a stalker.

“It’s OK. I am 'Craigknight.' You can call me Craig. I was walking up and saw you chatting online in the web site as Bella Cooper.”

Normally I would be pissed that someone was reading over my shoulder but in this case it was a relief.

“Oh, panty fetish guy? Right? You did a cum tribute on one of my stories.”

“That’s me.”

What a small world. He was still a little embarrassed, but I smiled, and I could tell that he was smiling under his mask.

“So, how’s it going?” Craig asked breaking the awkward silence.

“Well, I should have stayed home apparently. I was at a writer's conference and now I am stuck in Texas. At least until they sort out their flights. you?”

“Me too. Business. Cold calling on some potential customers,” he said. I could tell he wanted to talk and didn’t want to push it. He was obviously excited to meet me. As an erotica author you don’t often have a fan notice you.

“Madam,” The girl called over to me.

“Excuse me,” I said to him and went over to her.

“Madam, I’m sorry. The next flight won’t be until tomorrow night.”

“Shit.”

“We can give you a voucher for a hotel here at the airport,” she offered, probably hoping I was not going to lose my shit.

“Yeah fine.”

Taking the voucher, I went to get my stuff.

“Problem?” He asked.

“My layover just got extended for a day,” I told him as I collected myself and pulled my mask back up.

“Me too,” he said and stood up, “Need help? Maybe we could get a drink?”

“Look Craig, you seem nice and all but I don’t really do the shit I write about and I am married so...”

“I know. It’s just a drink," he said with an apologetic look.

Beware of men acting innocent I always say. I considered it, he was cute. But this wasn’t right. At the end of the day I like to flirt but I am a chickenshit when it comes to a guy coming on to me, “I don’t even know what you look like. You could be some masked serial killer.”

“True, but you have seen my dick,” he said. It was a clever twisted logic. I had seen his dick. Along with countless others but I took the point.

“Ok, but there is no place open.”

“Liquor store?”

“No, no. drinking hooch in your car? really?” what a recipe for disaster that could be.

“The hotel has a lounge; it’s closed but they let people sit there and bring their own drinks. I stayed there last night,” Craig said.

“Well. OK.”

In spite of all my best judgement, and who am I kidding, I have none. We got a rental car and we drove to the hotel.

TEMPTATION

Craig dropped me off so I could check in and he drove off to a store to get the booze. Soon I was in my room unpacking and thinking about what I was about to do. This was crazy. I decided it would be best to beg off. Since I didn't have a way to contact Craig I picked up my phone to call the hotel and leave him a message when my husband Dan called me.

“Hi, I’m stuck for another night,” I told him.

“I thought you would be. I just saw the news about a new lockdown.”

“They tell me I will be out of here tomorrow, probably.”

“Any plans?” Dan said suggestively. It is an inside joke.

So that this makes sense to you, the reader. You have to understand how my husband and I play. I read him my stories which are all hot wife and cuckold style stories. He likes to think of himself as my cuckold in the stories. I tell him sexy things I think up as though I would really do it and he gets a charge out of it. The wilder the better. I have never actually done it; I can only imagine the complications. Both socially and in my marriage. I’m not willing to risk it. But I thought of Craig and his getting the booze, so I decided to play with Dan.

“Well, I did meet this guy at the airport. He wants me to get a drink with him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Maybe he is hoping to get me drunk and, you know…”

There was a silence for a moment, and I knew Dan had his cock out and stroking it. I could hear his breathing had changed. Writing is all about tension and escalation. Time to give Dan both.

“Got to go babe, call you later. Maybe,” I told him and listened for a moment longer to him jacking off before I hung up. The thought of my husband stroking his thick cock to my being seduced in the hotel lounge was too much. I put my hand down my pants and did a few circles around my clit. I could have gotten myself off in a hot second but then I stopped and looked at the time on my phone.

I decided to meet Craig after all. A nice thin sundress and no bra should be fun I thought as I changed. My heart pounded as I got ready thinking about all the videos, I had watched of hot wives getting ready for their dates with their husbands watching. I had to stop myself though. This was not a date. This was not a date.

A DRINK AND A DIN NER

I met Craig downstairs in the lounge. He had a couple bags with him and got out the jack and coke. He had gotten ice somewhere as well and made me a drink as I sat down. I looked at the drink and promised myself that this would be the only one.

“So, I love your stories,” he said. “How do you think them up?”

“You know. I’m a writer and I follow a lot of rules, and I watch a lot of porn,” I giggled. “I start from a scene and it's just fantasies after that. I tell them to my husband to get his reaction.”

“That’s right you mentioned that a couple times. Your husband is a virtual cuck. He likes to imagine it’s you in the stories.”

“Nothing wrong with telling my husband dirty stories,” I said taking a drink.

“No, no. I’m not judging,” He said and sat back taking me in. I had forgotten my mask and he had taken his off. Fuck, he was very handsome. this would be so much easier if he wasn't. “I love how you guys can just have fun like that.”

“What do you like about my stories? I would think they wouldn't be wild enough for you.”

“Oh I love all sorts of stories. The cuckold and hot wife stories are cool because it takes the pressure off the guy.”

“Hmmm, how so?” I asked.

“Women always give me this line, ‘If you loved me, you would know.’ you know. like I am a mind reader. I would love a woman to just say what she wants and lead me there. I love pleasing a woman. But they sort of set themselves up for disappointment with that crap. It’s a lot of pressure on the guy to get it right or it proves you don’t care.”

"Wow. I guess I never thought about it like that," I said.

Craig and I talked for a few more minutes and a lot of what he said made sense. I sat there and listened to him and wondered if I should grow a pair and sit closer. But I must admit, I’m one of those women that he described, I wanted him to read my mind. At least look at my nipples and how hard they were, I mean just look at them, they were saying it all.

In the process of talking Craig managed to feed me three drinks. They were not all that strong, but I was feeling no pain. I smelled something good and it made me hungry.

“Fuck, that smell. I thought the place was closed. I am so hungry,” I said.

“What do you smell?”

I took a deep breath. “Chinese I think.”

“You’re in luck. I have Panda Express,” He put the bag on the table. “But we can’t eat in here.”

“Oh, no. Thanks, but I couldn't eat your dinner.”

“I bought enough for two. I hope you like the spicy shrimp and orange chicken,” he said.

“Seriously? I love them,” I said and looked into his eyes. Did he just read my fucking mind.

Now I think I am pretty. My husband always tells me I am hot. I have some decent C sized tits, but I am older and a little more round that younger girls. So, it always surprises me when a guy looks at me like Craig was. He had hit the magic button though; you can always get me with food. My husband knows this about me and so we tend to go out a lot. I also love when a guy plans and thinks of me. I found myself leaning in and whispering.

“Your room or mine?”

AFTER DINNER

We went to his room and we ate. He and I talked a lot about the stories I write and how I do it. Then we talked about my favorite porn clips on my profile. I was getting so horny. But I was a good girl and was thinking that I was so ready to head back to my room and fuck myself silly with a dildo in my bag when Craig looked at me funny.

“I have a question,” He said and right on cue my phone buzzed. It was Dan texting me.

“Hang on a second, it’s my husband.”

“Ok,” Craig got up to do something.

Dan: What’s up.

Me: Nothing. Just having dinner and hanging out with Craig.

Dan: Craig? Where did you guys go?

Me: Every place is closed, so I am in his room.

Dan: Ooo, Netflix and chill?

Me: No, perv. You’re so bad. I’m headed to my room in a minute. I’ll call you.

Dan: Ok. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)

Me: your impossible. Love you, bye.

I put the phone down and turned back to Craig. “You were going to ask something?”

“Never mind,” he said.

“Don’t do that. Tell me,” I said.

“No it’s embarrassing now that I had time to think better of it.”

“OK. Don't be an asshole. How bad could it be?” I asked and I hoped I had goaded him into an answer. I hoped it would start something because I was not strong enough to say anything.

“Ok, fine. Can I have a pair of your panties,” he said softly. Not what I was expecting but considering Craig was into femdom and panties, it was not a surprise.

“Wow. OK,” I said. “I have a suitcase full of them.”

“No. Not them. The ones your wearing,” He said. Now it just got interesting. I found it hard to breath as I considered his request. My mouth engaged before I could really think. “Get on your knees.”

“What?”

“Get on your knees," I demanded.

He got down and I stood up, now standing a foot away I waited. He still was not making the first move.

“Well.”

“What?” he looked confused. I remembered his conversation about women expecting men to read minds.

“You want them, get them.”

Oh my god, did I just say that. I was going to let some man I did not know take off my panties. He hesitated.

“I don’t have all night. This is a limited time offer,” I said getting a little bolder.

He reached up under my dress and ran his hands up the back of my thighs. Fuck it felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he found the waistband of the least sexy pair of panties I had. Not quite the grandma kind but still very practical. The cotton panel of my crotch was soaked by now. I figured that would be the part he would like.

The panties slipped down my legs and finally at the floor I picked up one foot and let him slip that side off. I steadied myself on him and found myself caressing his hair, I am whore for a guy’s hair. And then, I got bolder. I left my other foot on the floor as he looked up at me.

“What else are you willing to do for them?” I asked. I wanted him to make the move. I thought how great it would be if he ate me out right now. Come on Craig, let’s dance already, I thought.

“What do you want?”

Ugh, Christ. I’m just an erotica writer what do I know, I was about to panic and run away. But then I thought about some of the women I wrote about and tried to put myself in their shoes. “A massage.”

THE MASSAGE AND STAYING THE NIGHT

There was a light in his eyes. The smile on his face was infectious. He got up and went to his bags and got out some lotion. A massage oil to be exact. He quickly got out towels and then got out some purple sheets from his bag as well.

He pulled the comforter off the bed, then the sheet, and the pillows. Then he made the bed. It was a satin sheet. Then he covered that with the towels and the regular sheet.

“Well, this is oddly well planned,” I told him eyeing him suspiciously.

“A lucky coincidence. I travel with them, for. You know. Self-massaging. I have to admit I have jerked off to your stories a few times on them.”

“Oh.”

I looked at the bed and how meticulously it was made. Craig stood there with the bottle of oil. Now it was my turn. But I couldn't do it. I shook my head and started to tell him again how married I was.

“I just want to make you feel good Bella,” He said interrupting me. I could tell he was sincere as he held up the towel to protect my modesty. I reached down and pulled the dress over my head and thoughts raced along with my heart. I wanted us to kiss, but we did not. He helped me onto the bed and started on my back.

The massage was heaven. He worked his hands down to the small of my back and that's a spot that fucking makes me so hot. I was already horny and now it was unbearable. When it came time to turn over, I didn’t have a single hesitation to reveal myself. I spread my legs a little when he did my thighs and I was lost in the whole experience.

My breasts ached for him to suck my nipples. But Craig was focused. Then he was done, he went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and wash me off.

My phone once again bounced on the table and I got up to see who was texting me. It was my husband again. Shit. I looked at the time, I had forgotten to call him. Suddenly there was a knot in the pit of my stomach. I thought about not answering but I told myself I hadn't done anything. Not really.

Dan: What’s up. I’m getting ready for bed, I thought you would call?

Me: Sorry, not in my room, still talking.

Dan: About what?

I thought about it for a moment. Then I decided to tell the truth about it.

Me: Netflix and chill. OK?

There was a long pause then the dots appeared that he was typing. I bit my lip expecting the worst.

Dan: Does he have a nice dick?

I smiled; Dan was into it. I did consider that to him, it was just a story, getting him hot.

Me: Yes, want to see?

Dan: Really?

I texted him one of the dick picks Craig had sent me, the one in tribute to my story.

Dan: That’s a lot of come.

Me: Good night babe. ;)

I hung up and turned the phone off. putting it down just as Craig came out of the bathroom with the warm washcloth. I walked over to the bed and lay back down. he washed me from head to toe. The whole thing was so hot, I felt so pampered and I wasn't ready for it to end. Craig went to put the washcloths in the sin and I pulled the towels and hotel sheet off the bed. I sat up and waited for him to come back. Imagining I looked sexy in my inflamed condition.

"You Ok?" Craig asked. I didn't say anything as he came closer. I took his hand and pulled him to me. Time to find out if I could really do this.

“You missed a spot, touch me.” I said.

This is not me. I don’t do this. But Bella Cooper would, and guided his hand to my pussy as I kissed the corner of his mouth gently. We kissed lightly as his fingers worked magic on my clit. I held him as he finger fucked me slowly. It didn’t take long at all and my cunt was a wet mess throbbing in a nice solid orgasm. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

I shuddered and shivered in his arms as I got off hard. His fingers still on me in the afterglow edging me to a series of incrementally smaller orgasms. I have never been fucked like that in my life. I would have spread my legs for his cock right then, no thought of my husband lingered it was just the two of us now.

But he was on better behavior than I was. He got the wash cloth again, I spread my legs for him as he gently washed my pussy. I imagined him going down on me. I was ready to do whatever he wanted but then he took off his cloths, put on my panties and laid me down with me in the bed.

If you have never laid in satin sheets, go out and do it now, immediately. I have never felt anything like that in my life. Wow. It was better than sex. I was about to roll over and beg to be taken when he started kissing my neck from behind. It made me smile. He pulled the covers over us and held me. Sure, he had one tit in his hand. I fell asleep with him like that. Not quite what I was imagining I know, but it was fucking wonderful.

MY HOTWIFE CHERRY

I woke up just about the time the daylight started to peak out around the cracks in the black out curtain. Craig was fast asleep, and I felt a nice hard-on in his panties and I rubbed it with my ass. He stirred a little. I put my hand in his panties and felt his cock. He woke up fast after that.

“Morning,” I said. “Please take these off.”

“It’s OK.”

“It’s more than OK. Your cock is rock hard.”

“Look, Bella, I know you just write the stories. It’s OK.”

But I turned a little and kissed him pushing myself into him. Wiggling my ass.

“My real name isn’t Bella, it’s my pen. Your right, I would not. But Bella would,” I said.

Finally he got the hint and slipped off the panties. The look in his eyes like he just woke up on Christmas morning made it all worth it. Naked now, I let him get closer, man handling me. I smelled him. It was intoxicating. Now I was drunk with lust and not the booze and it felt so much better as he caressed my sides. I wanted to do something special for him, something I have never done before. I felt the tip of his cock probing and I adjusted so he was against my asshole. I wanted him to push. I wanted it so bad right now. To feel him inside.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes.”

He reached over for the oil and massaged it into my ass and oiled his cock. I laid still as his fingers worked the lubrication everywhere. Like last night he took his time and was gentle with me.

His was cock in position, finally. I didn’t wait for him. I pushed back aggressively and that was all it took to let him know how I wanted it.

I lifted my leg and adjusted myself to feel him slip inside me in one deep thrust. I was blinded with the first stings of pain but he was in and it felt odd. A fullness I had never felt but I liked it. He kissed my neck and I leaned back to kiss him as he fucked me and stroked my clit. I did not care anymore I just enjoyed my first sex with another man in eighteen years. The first cock up my ass felt so naughty. I was so wound up I knew I couldn’t cum this way, but I loved how much he was into it.

We acted out a number of our favorite porn clips and I got close to an orgasm a few times but I loved just getting fucked, being his release. I loved it when he came inside me each time, he was incredible. He also came in my mouth, on my face and belly. I could not believe how much he could come. We showered and I let him eat my ass and pussy clean. We got out and he dried me off when I got a sick feeling in my stomach again. Was in love with this guy. What about my husband.

“Thanks for the panties,” he said, and it sort of triggered me.

my heart is still pounding, my pussy and my ass was throbbing and now Craig saw it.

“You OK?”

“I cheated on my husband. What am I going to do? Oh my god I’m a slut.”

“Bella, babe. Whoever you are. It’s OK.”

“No, it’s not. You don’t get it. I have never,” I started to say, before he put his finger on my lips.

“No, I do get it. It’s OK. Just tell your stories, like you always do. It’s not like you won't tell him. Just don’t take away the fantasy, it will be fine.”

I calmed down and we kissed. Then we drove to the airport. Craig on United and me on Southwest.

MY SECRET ALWAYS

I sat on the plane trying to read and think. No one the wiser that I consummated my hot wife lifestyle. Craig was right. I had told my husband everything, does it matter if he thinks it is just a fantasy. It is real in his mind in some way, isn’t it. He must secretly believe I might have. Then I recalled I had not used a condom. Never a single thought to protection. Wow what a mess.

Dan met me at the terminal curb and put my bag in the van. I love him so much, I love watching him heft my heavy bag. I smiled like a fool and he looked at me and smiled back.

“What?”

“Nothing? You’re just so sexy.”

“Weirdo, get in.”

I got in and we drove out of the airport and across the countryside to our little town. Fields as far as the eye could see. I looked at him and decided to channel my inner Bella. I needed that dick and what I knew it could do.

“Pull over, right there onto that dirt road.”

“Why?”

I raised my eyebrow at him. He did not ask again. We got into the back seat and I pushed him back as I pushed and pulled, finally mounting his thick cock and rode him as I whispered into his ear.

“Did you miss me? I think you did, your pretty hard.”

Dan held my hips as we fucked in the back seat. Awkward but I had a cock in my pussy and that was OK.

“Want to hear what I did last night?”

“Tell me.”

“I let him fuck me. He gave me a massage. Then I spread my legs and I let him fuck me, bareback. Do you feel his come in me?”

That set Dan on fire and his thrusts got more desperate as I told him how good my lovers cock felt and how sore my pussy was. I should have rubbed my clit to help myself get off but I forgot.

“He fucked me up the ass too,” I said as Dan fingered my butt hole and that was all he could take. He came so hard, one squirt in my pussy and then his cock fell out from the awkward angle and he came on my ass, thighs and calf. I guess I should have known that would happen.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t get off did you. Sorry it was just so hot I couldn’t help it.”

“No, I didn’t get off, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it up to me.”

“How?” He asked as I laid back on the seat of the van and spread my legs, fingering the sticky mess oozing out of my cunt. I pushed my fingers to his lips.

“Clean me up,” I told him. “Of course, now you have to lick up your jizz and my lovers.”

He smiled and went down on me without a second thought. The initial few minutes were just me caressing his hair and watching him lick me out.

Dan is a god at eating me out. He loves doing it and I always come. Now watching him sucking his own come out of me I felt my orgasm build. He got serious and started licking my abused asshole as his thumb rubbed my clit. With his other hand he pushed a finger inside and touched my g-spot. I have no idea how he juggles it but I came hard on his face. He even got me to come a second time licking my clit afterward.

“I love you,” I said, and we kissed and drove home. We hung out nude the rest of the day. In and out of the hot tub and pool, when we weren’t in bed. Or on the couch. Or me sucking Dan under his desk in his office while he tried to telecommute for work. Trying to keep a straight face in his Skype meeting. I have to say I love being quarantined with my husband.

We never really talked about it again and thank god Dan never noticed I had no panties in my luggage when he unpacked my bag. At least he never said anything. This is my secret always. Craig was right, the fantasy is better than the reality. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again, probably, but never say never. Right?

It was confusing and I have to say I was love sick for Craig for a while. It took time to get over it, but I love Dan. Craig was so different and fun, the perfect guy to take my anal cherry. I'm not sure it would have worked out as well with Dan but now that I know what a slut I can be, I give it to my husband all the time. I don’t regret it, and it's added something new to our marriage.