1. Megan’s Transformation Into A Hotwife - Part 4


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Kee4Fun, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    I was disappointed that Derreck was not going to be in town for the weekend. Our three intimacy sharing occasions had totally infatuated me with him. I spent more time preoccupied with him than maybe I should have, but I was craving him. It had been difficult accepting and getting my mind around what I had become, a hotwife. Such a simple term for a very complicated style of living, one that could easily turn into an addiction. It would be come my heroin if I was not careful. I had finally accepted that this was not only fine with George, but it was what he wanted for both of us. I was still not sure he completely comprehended what he had turned lose in me. But that was water over the dam. The next few days and the weekend were just normal days in our lives. George and I went to the movies, had a picnic, went to the zoo, made love. That last part is key to my new lifestyle. I did make love to George; I had sport sex with Derreck. The thing was, the sport sex was much more satisfying. While I looked forward to sex with George, now it was almost a task to be completed. Sure I still had orgasms, sure I still enjoyed sucking him to his orgasm and swallowing his invisible little wiggly fellows, but most of the time I was wishing I was doing it with Derreck. After mentally dealing with the fact that I was not going to see Derreck for at least ten days, and the fact that I still had to talk with, or just tell, George that I was going to spend a night alone with Derreck; I decided ...
    that I wanted to give a hotel pickup another chance. Derreck was not the only fish in the sea. I spent some time over the weekend calling all the big hotels, asking about conferences they might be hosting in the coming week. There was a big national medical association conference at the Hilton; all the rooms were sold out. It sounded perfect. I told George that I was going there Tuesday night and that he was welcome to come along and watch, if I met anyone who interested me—he readily agreed. I planned to be at the bar before 5 pm, the time the conference ended for the day and happy hour started. I wore what I consider a cocktail dress; it is tone-on-tone black, backless, mid-thigh length, halter top with a minimal built-in bra—it shows off my D size boobs wonderfully. Red stilettos, red clutch purse and a red thong—red lipstick to match. Of course my anklet was on full display. We sat on our bar stools at 4:48 pm, ordering two chardonnays. The lounge filled quickly. Seventy-five percent of the patrons were men. I received many looks, a few polite complements; no one stopped to talk. I did notice one particularly handsome gentleman glance down at my ankle as he passed by, but he displayed no seeming understanding of its significance. George and I continued to enjoy our wine as the vast majority of customers were busy talking about the conference. A few minutes later a waiter brought me a new glass of wine and a folded note. I looked at him inquiringly and he pointed to a man ...
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