realtimecuckolding: Sorry to give a big buildup last week, then take so long to share what happened.
realtimecuckolding: Sorry to give a big buildup last week, then take so long to share what happened. It just gets crazy busy for a few days when we go out of town. Lots to catch up on. I’m not going to write about the main event last weekend until I have time to do a good job with it. But I figure I owe you a little something, so here’s the prelude to the main event. Followers who’ve been with me a while, or have scrolled back a ways to read some of the earlier stuff, may remember we have kind of a party crew we do stuff with on weekends. It’s not a swingers club, although Sweetie’s found it a nice place to pick up guys. It’s activity based. We go out and do outdoor stuff on the weekends, then party in the evenings. Sometimes it’s more exotic … rockclimbing, kayaking, whatever. Other times it’s just hiking, or a picnic. And it’s not always outdoors. Might be a movie or a concert, or going to see a comedy show. The “gang” is composed of people from their 20s to 60s, mostly pretty hard partiers. Anyway, these happenings are usually in or around the town where we live, but this time a bunch of us went out of town for an event. Not far, it was within driving distance. The purpose of our visit was Saturday, so Friday night we went out for dinner and drinks. It was a fun bar, a large bar with a lot going on. And you guessed it. Sweetie found herself a guy. Quite a bit younger, 30ish, I’d guess. In good shape. Not part of our group. She danced with him, go flirtier and flirtier, touchier and feelier, And then the magic moment, when she came to me with her new friend at the table where I was talking with some of our friends and said, “Husband, I need the keys.” I handed her the keys. Everybody was going to act like it never happened, until one woman at our table spoke up and told me, “She’s had a lot to drink. You might want to keep an eye on her. I’m not sure what that guy has in mind.” “I’m pretty sure it’s the same she has on her mind,” was all that came to me to say. There was a brief awkward pause, and then one of the guys said, “Right on,” and everyone chuckled. I hope it’s not too anticlimactic (bad choice of words, but I’ll roll with it) to just end it there. She was out in the parking lot with him for a half hour or so, then came back in, looking freshly fucked and hot as ever. (Sorry, I would have built the suspense more but I’m going to be late for work if I go on any longer.) Later a guy in our group pulled me aside and said he and his wife had suspected, but hadn’t been sure if we were swingers or not, and felt bad for not inviting us to their club, and I had to explain that we weren’t swingers, as a couple. He understood. Saturday night was really the big adventure. It might take me until the weekend to post something on that. I’ll see how it goes. But stay tuned. Friday night was fun. Saturday was epic. -- source link