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


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

    sitting alone at a small round against a nearby wall. I glanced over, he raised his hand in acknowledgment, I nodded my head. The note was on very light grey, fine rag paper; the initials, in calligraphy, MM, were embossed on an outer side. Upon opening it, the bold blue script of a fountain pen’s writing jumped out at me. “I could not help but notice your anklet. I understand its meaning, which, I take, is the reason you are here. Other than being white, you will find that I easily fulfill the requirements your jewelry invites. Please join me at my table. Your husband is also welcome, if you so desire.” I handed the note to George as I picked up my wine, “Stay here. I am going over to meet the gentleman who wrote it. If I need you, I will signal for you.” With that I rose and walked over to the small round table. He arose, “Good evening, Mathias Morgan, pleased to meet you—and you are?” “Megan, Megan Gardner. Pleased to meet you also,” I said with a smile. We both sat. I crossed my legs, turning sideways a bit to show some thigh; my anklet sparkeled in the light. The table was so tiny, he had a very good view. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam, and while he was not staring, his gaze held me captivated. He explained that he was a plastic surgeon, here for the conference, and that he was married with two teenagers. Further, he mentioned that, as indicated in his note, he would more than meet my expectations if I was so inclined to avail myself of his company. ...
    His slight southern accent added to his allure. We chatted a bit more about our lives. He was an incredibly delightful and charming man. I think I knew what was going to happen the moment he spoke and I looked into his eyes. Then he asked, “Are you wearing panties tonight?” Caught off guard because of his easy going, enchanting manner, I paused, “Ah... Yes, a thong.” “Excellent! Go to the ladies room, remove them and bring them to me. Hand them to me across the table upon your return.” Still a bit taken aback by this bold request, I never-the-less arose and did exactly as he asked. I felt no humiliation or embarrassment as I reached across the table, placing them in his outstretched hand, as I sat down again. Smelling them and tucking them in his suit coat pocket, he said, “Thank you my dear. They are exquisite, you have very good taste. Their aroma is intoxicating. Let’s go up to my suite and enjoy the night. I am on the top floor, with a wonderful view from the balcony. We can get your husband on the way, if you like.” I was more than ready. My thong, when I handed it to him, was quite damp just from my brief conversation with him. I just trusted that he possessed what he clearly indicated he had, knowing that I could always just walk away. He rose, offering me his hand. I took it and we went to get George. After brief introductions, George followed, as Mathias and I, hand-in-hand, went first to the elevator, then into what was a large, beautiful suite. He offered us both a ...
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