1. Second Honeymoon - Chapter 2


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: tlogtlom, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    At the tick of 11am, I drove Karl's British Racing Green MG convertible right up to the Welcome Center at the hotel. A porter was waiting alongside Rex. They approached: Rex beaming and the porter lugging two small wicker baskets and blankets. Rex directed that the picnic hampers be fitted behind the seats. He knew one large basket would not fit. So thoughtful! Rex asked if I would need anything from my overnight bag. “No.” Rex handed it to the bellhop and asked to drive. I did not mind. All I got was a peck on the cheek and, with the top down, off we went. Our capital city is on the smaller side, so in no time we toured the rolling hills. Below 50 mph, we could talk, so we cruised the back roads. I told Rex that Karl and I had met in college, him on an ROTC Air Force scholarship. We tied the knot following graduation. He made a career in the Air Force. I managed to transfer courses from three different schools to get my law degree. Benefit was that I could practice in several states. We talked about the strains of a lawyer doubling as a military wife. I said, “Karl has his car, his garage, his extensive fishing gear, and his service-related groups. He is president of a retired officers association and must travel a bit.” I giggled and confessed, “Sometimes, it is good to get away from each other.” Karl has a ‘hobby’ job, selling door-to-door. I know it sounds strange, but he likes to meet new people. Karl needs prove to himself that he could have made a career in a ...
    non-service related industry. I know he was never really happy in the military, but the pay was excellent. He has a good friend that helps by providing items at wholesale. Karl goes out when he is bored. He will pick a neighborhood and unload whatever his old buddy has a surplus of but he never wants to talk about what he does. It would be boring to even mention it, he says. I talked on, maybe too much. “I have my sewing, my kitchen, my ancestry research. Karl and I share household and yard duties. Neither of us likes to garden. We have always had a pool service and maid service. Life is good." So why am I here? As I told Rex last night, “We do not go out enough. Karl and I both are getting a little stale.” Rex suggested that we find a quiet place for a picnic. I recalled a grassy area, with a stand of trees, north of town. Karl and I had not been there for a while. The place is secluded and not well-known. When the interstate was built, the road became a dead-end, accessible to those who don't mind an adventurous series of dips, hills and hairpin turns. I am sure teenagers use it at night, but daytime it is deserted. Rex had proved his ability to handle the MGB through the s-curves and the crowned surfaces. We took the road less traveled, even though it was dirt and gravel. I finally caught the connection between Rex’s using Karl's pride-and-joy recklessly with Rex's using me roughly as well. In a way, I might get damaged more than the car. We spread the picnic blankets in the shade ...
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