After about an hour, something struck me as odd. Wendy didn’t seem to be all that upset about being discovered. She told me the story. Her husband had initially kicked her out, but after two days, had begged her to come back. She’d agreed on the proviso she could continue seeing other men. Unbelievably, he’d given in. The reasons to continue my affair with John were just mounting up. Maybe, even if I were caught, it might not be the end of the world.
I was so fascinated by all this, I didn’t notice the dirty looks I was getting from the other table. To an outsider, it might look like I was aligning myself with the cheaters. I was totally oblivious to this until the others left. Paula came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “I’m surprised at you.” I recognised the danger—Paula, and one of the others on her table, socialised with Dave and I. Someone else to keep an eye on.
From that night on, my research switched from stories about discovery to ones about cuckolding. It was a new and exciting world. I have no idea why it had never interested me before. I rang Wendy several times just to talk about how she was going with two men openly in her life. It was hotter than reading about it, that’s for sure.
The following Saturday, I ‘helped’ John with end of year stuff. He wanted to just check into a motel and go for it. I insisted he take me out for lunch first. A girl needs a little romance. It was after 2:00p.m., when we made it to the motel. We had a leisurely session, marred only by John nagging me for anal. Yuck. That hole is for pooping. He laid it on thick that his wife never allowed it. What was the point of having an affair that could devastate his marriage just to have the same old vanilla sex he got at home? I was strong and resisted his pressure. I was the one in control, after all.
I half woke in the disorientated daze common to afternoon naps. I could feel dried cum on the inside of my leg. That’s why I’d stayed on the pill. That got me thinking about David, and I had to supress those thoughts. It was at those times my conscience troubled me the most. Like a cat to cream, my mind kept drawing back to Dave nagging me about starting a family. I tried to compare Dave and John, but they were in different leagues. Dave was smaller and harder but our loving was gentle. John was bigger and softer, but, after the first few times, had reverted to a rather selfish style of sex. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the novelty of him and the ego thrill I got from being with him, it would be very unsatisfying.
I must have drifted off again and awoke just as dusk was falling. We’d fallen asleep. I looked at the clock; 6:10. I’d agreed to go out with Dave and some of his work friends at seven. I had a quick shower, kissed John, and headed for the door. Outside, I noticed all four of my tyres were flat. Sitting next to my car was John’s. All four of his tyres were flat as well. I debated calling Dave to explain I would probably be late, but couldn’t run the risk he’d want to pick me up. I didn’t want to explain why I was parked at a motel. I went back in the room and John called his auto club. I sweated until 6:45, when the guy turned up. I chewed my fingernails while the first tyre inflated, cursing the kids that pulled this prank. With hope, we watched for evidence that the tyres were holed, but the first one maintained pressure. The auto club guy took his time inflating the rest. It seemed the more I tried to hustle him, the slower he went.