1. Second Honeymoon - Karl's story


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: tlogtlom, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Karl had excused himself from wife Clair and her guy Rex, whom she had picked up. Now, Karl stood in the lobby gazing at nothing in particular. Ennui in its purest form of tedium, lethargy and world-weariness invaded his being. He wished he was somewhere else, anywhere else. A huge mural took up most of the wall in front of him. The hotel background movement of people, luggage, carts, serving trays and hubbub were a blur. He took a few slow steps backwards to get a better perspective of the mural. It had been painted years ago for a something-centennial of the American Revolution. Planners moved it to this plush hotel to honor the event and publicize the major tourist attraction in the town. Karl had worked up some interest in it, studying the personalities, the color blends and the action. Anything would be better than going back inside the hotel bar. Someone interrupted his thoughts. “So, that is what you Americans thought happened here?” The female voice was cultured, aggressive, English-sounding. Karl wheeled around and looked. She was rain-wet, like Clair had been. This lady carried herself like royalty. She was trim, well dressed, around age 50 and definitely perky. Karl was tipsy enough to say, “Why don’t we get you out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini?” She was startled and offended. Then she started to laugh. “Sorry for the comments on your mural. I was cheeky and you gave it right back. I had it coming. I'm British and on holiday, spending a few days ...
    here with my husband.” “I’m Karl. I live here. Welcome to America.” “My name is Alec, short for Alexandra. But, honestly, the artist has the scene all wrong.” “Yes, that may be true, but the victors get to write the history books.” “Good enough. Victors also get to paint the murals. Pleasure to meet you.” With that, she sort of bowed her head, then walked off toward the elevators. The exchanged lifted Karl's spirits. He might have been insulted but he liked her attitude. Karl went back into the lounge bar to join the party of two, his wife and Rex. A while later, the newly-formed couple left. By eleven, Karl was alone. He would wait for his wife, as promised, and he moved to the bar counter, stopped drinking alcohol and switched to coffee. He had company, three stools down. He caught a British accent, slightly slurred. He had two drinks in front of him: a Guinness and a shot of Dewars. One sip of the small container, one gulp of the beer. “Cheers!” He raised a glass in Karl's direction. “Cheers!” Karl answered. The Brit started to get up, was unsteady and decided to sit down again. Karl moved to within one seat. They introduced themselves. Ian said he was British and staying at the hotel for a few days with his wife Alexandra. Ian took a long time to utter his spouse’s name, struggling to enunciate each syllable. Ah ha, Karl thought, remembering a Craigslist posting. Karl trolled sites that advertised illicit affairs and he recalled a recent picture showing the frontal view of a ...
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