The first step
Custer... I do believe you are a tease... just at thought..
So as the story continues, a couple months later I was overseas, I had a couple days of meetings and then KA was coming over to meet me and spend a few days being tourists. The timing was perfect, KA was to arrive early in the morning after I had finished my meetings. We had talked about what I was going to do that evening, I told him I would probably go down to the bar in the hotel and see what was happening (the bar is a well known 'hook up' place) while he spent the evening in the air. Again he was encouraging, telling me that I could have fun and he would only love me more if I were to do this. I said good bye to KA as the doors closed on his flight and decided that 'yes' I was going to go to the bar for the sole purpose of seeing 'what happens'. So I dressed, high black boots, black jeans, black sweater and a red leather jacket with appropriate jewelery.
I sat up to the bar, this particular bar is one that I tend to come to each time I'm in this town and I have a bit of a relationship with the bar tenders so it's really not awkward to be there. I ordered a glass of Duval-leRoy champagne (one of my favorites) and calmed myself to enjoy the moment. Not a few minutes later a lovely man sits up beside me and strikes up a conversation. Yes I am new to this..... not meeting men, not flirting with men, and not having fun with them (I am well practiced for all of that).... but to look at them, then decide if I wanted to encourage them to the point of taking them to my room and fucking them.. this is new to me while in a relationship.
I take a deep breath and again reassure myself that KA is being honest, forthcoming and sincere in his promises to me. I begin the dance. Greg introduces himself to me and I to him, we exchange pleasantries, discussing our jobs, our reason for being here and all the things you talk about while taking up time. Another man slides in behind me and (not unintentionally) I balance myself by placing my hand on Greg's leg. I find myself looking into his eyes and apologizing for touching him in such a way, he lays his hand over mine and tells me that it is he that is appreciative for the gentleman behind me. Okay - so I know now that if I want to pursue this, it's a go. In our discussions to this point I have mentioned that my husband is en route, Greg now asks me again when my husband is due to land. Before I can answer he leans to me and kisses me, it is hot, really hot.. I break the kiss and I tell him KA lands at 7:00 AM and he then stands and asks me to join him in his room for a nightcap...
I took his hand, the couple glasses of champagne giving me a bit more courage than I'm sure I would have had without them and we head to the elevator. I love elevators, once inside there is no more room for talk, I am pressed against the back of the elevator as the first kiss happens, Greg is about three inches taller than me with my high heel boots and he has a strong body pressed against mine, his kiss is intense, I can feel myself already surrendering to his aggressive touch. The door opens and our embrace is broken quickly as he pulls me along the hall to his room. The thought of KA arriving in the morning and me telling him that I have officially cockolded him creeping into my thoughts and I begin to allow my nerves to come to the surface. I think to myself, what if he really can't do this, what if this changes who 'we' are.. what if???? It's terrifying...
Once in Greg's room I know I need to make a decision, as much as I have been taught to doubt the honesty and integrity of men (sorry guys, but I hadn't had a lot of positive experiences regarding men being honest up to this point) I realize that KA was not in that same category, he had not done anything to make me doubt his word or his love for me. So at that point I decided that I would create the 'new' story of ours, I wouldn't hold back. We sit on the couch in Greg's room and begin making out, he kisses me and touches me in a way that I seem to forget all the apprehension I've experience up to this moment.
I explored his body with my hands, touching and caressing, unbuttoning as I continued, then I stood him up and took his cock into my mouth. I do love feeling a hard cock in my mouth, playing with him, licking and sucking, stroking and teasing. Greg looked down at me and told me that if I continued he was going to cum in my mouth, and as tempting as that sounded I told him no, I wanted his cum in my pussy... (I knew that I wanted to have a freshly fucked pussy for when KA arrived) Greg pulled me up and started undressing me...
I'm not really sure what I was thinking when I got dressed that night, but what I was wearing was not conducive to a seductive undressing. Fortunately Greg did not seem too concerned as he pulled my sweater over my head, and laid me on the bed to tug my boots and snug jeans off. Now I do need to point out that KA loves to buy me lingerie from Agent Provocateur, and once all the overly restraining clothing was off I was left wearing a gorgeous black lace panties and bra set. I lay on the bed and am completely engrossed as Greg crawls over top of me.
The most amazing thing happens then, and I do believe that it is why I have been able to sort through and accept being a 'hot wife' and cuckolding KA... Greg asked me if my husband knew how lucky he was, he asked me as his hard cock was sliding into me, as he filled me, we were talking about my husband.... It completely sent me over the edge, I'm not sure I've had such a strong orgasm before... afterward I remember thinking with a smile on my face... so this is what cuckolding is about...
KA arrived late, his flight was delayed, so, NO I was not laying in bed waiting for him when he arrived...I was just getting out of the shower on the way to an appointment... I was wired, I was beyond wired, I was terrified that I had just crossed a line that there was no way back for me. A couple times that morning KA asked me if everything was okay, I dodged his questions, knowing that I needed to make this a memorable moment when I told him... I'm not certain now if I believed that or if I was just terrified beyond words and was biding my time????
So the moment came, we had reservations at a gorgeous salon, a table for two, a stunning bottle of champagne, and the moment of truth... I raised a glass of champagne to my husband and said 'here is to my cuckold husband' as we 'clinked' glasses the look of sheer amazement and joy that came over his face convinced me that I did not need to be forgiven for my actions but more to the point I was about to be rewarded. And then KA kissed me.....
This moment, the first toast, the first acknowledgment, and the first true acceptance was by far and away one of the most memorable moments... I knew we were on a path....
