1. Second Honeymoon Chapter 1


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: tlogtlom, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    Friday, 7:30 PM to Saturday 10:30 AM. I am retired but still quite active. Most gain a few inches/pounds; I actually lost thirty pounds after I quit working. I am fit, healthy, sexually excitable and sexually exciting. The last part is true, especially after what happened a few days ago. As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or contrived? Semantics don't matter. We are apart to sort out the past few days. This chapter tells my story from the time I met Rex until the following morning, when I went back for more. Friday, 7:30 PM. The Beginning We don't go out as much as we should. Few couples do, and we had fallen into the rut of TV news, Jeopardy, one or two series (taped or live), more wine than we should drink, then bed. Friday evening, though, we had tickets to political meeting/art show/fund raiser at a church. Temperatures had been close to triple digits (F) for days and Mother Nature was venting her fury in the form of violent thunderstorms, with high winds and golf ball size hail. We soldiered on anyway. The rain slacked somewhat as we got into town. Karl insisted on not paying for parking, so we left the car blocks away and made a run for it, to the church. I was a bit wet and a larger bit grumpy by the time we arrived. We had our complimentary cocktails and settled in at the arranged tables. A few minutes into the musicians' gig, Karl went for another drink. A man of about my age came up and asked, “Can I buy you another drink?” ...
    Karl could not come to my rescue fast enough. I said, “Okay, I’ll have one.” The guy appeared ten seconds later with a replacement glass of white wine. He must have noticed what I was having and had already gotten my favorite. Sweet! We tried chit-chat for a few minutes, over the hubbub. His name was Rex. He commented that musicians were young and had a lot to learn about performing. I told him it was a benefit and they were not being paid. He pointed to a couple of young girls eying the boys. “They’ll get paid, don’t worry.” Rex continued, “This place is so noisy and I can’t hear too well. Would you mind stepping into the anteroom to talk?” How could I refuse? The doors were closed and we took advantage of the opportunity to talk without shouting. How much of an opportunity, I would find out soon enough. He was way taller than me; nattily dressed in tan khaki slacks and an Oxford shirt, boat shoes, no socks. While we talked, he did not face me full on, but rather turned his body a bit sideways. I think he didn't want to come on too strong. I felt him gazing at me: my hips, my tits, and my hair. Rex smiled easily and tried to get closer every time I would explain this or that about myself or my life. He seemed genuinely fascinated by my former legal career. He touched me every time he felt like he wanted to ask a question about case law. Later, he told me he wanted to collect more of my aura, my aroma and my spirit. Rex was a widower, in town for a conference starting Monday. ...
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