“Umm…. yeah. I can do that.” Pt 2. [MF]

See link to part 1 in post history.

Quick recap: 2 cheating lovers, driving cross country to fulfill his fantasy of her doing whatever he says. I’m 41, she’s 29. Both in great shape. God, or whatever is out there, gave me 3 gifts. Creativity, hands and the best cardio I’ve ever heard of. That’s my moment of bragging. I’d need those things for this meetup…

A week before the scheduled meetup date, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. I couldn’t tell if it was some female capriciousness, or the jitters, but she pledged that she was definitely still going to meet me. I had to drive the longer distance, so I wanted to be sure we were still good. Everything checked out and I drove to meet her in a medium sized mountain town in Southern Virginia.

I got to the hotel and it was much better than expected. It was actually a very, very decent hotel overlooking the mountains. I brought in my bags, and waited for her. The idea was she was going to follow all my commands. I even planted the lingerie gift where she had to come find it.

“Umm… yeah. I can do that.” [MF]

This is a continuation of the New Orleans girl… for the sake of continuing anonymity, I’ll call her “X”.

After the New Orleans encounter, I called her up and told her I enjoyed her company. She answered back the same. We pledged to stay in touch and “who knows? It’s all fun and games, right?” So, we did keep in touch. We sexted and sent each other nudes and video’d jacking and jilling off one night and we schemed about meeting. We loved getting away with these texts and plans; it’s not optimal to cheat but it was necessary for us.

I live in Atlanta, and she lives in a major metropolitan city, about 10- 12 hours away. We are both cheating spouses who travel for work. What are we supposed to do? Meet in the middle, in some scenic town in Virginia or North Carolina and fuck our brains out throughout the night?

Yup.

As the scheming took place over a few weeks, I asked her if she had any fantasies. She replied that she was kind of living it out now, but asked me if I had any fantasies. “Uh, yeah. I got one.”
She encouraged me to indulge and reveal my innermost desires.

New Orleans work trip [MF]u

My work is boring. I work for a software company and manage operations of implementation for our product directly to customers. Fortunately, I don’t have to travel much anymore and can pretty much work from home. Occasionally, I do have to travel and this particular time, I traveled to New Orleans. I use a typical travel tool, getting reduced prices on really decent hotels, and I was able to book a good hotel fairly close to the French Quarter. This particular hotel was a really cool boutique hotel that served good food. Comfort and good food were really all I needed for a successful work week.

Quick segue and background: I’m a 41 year old man, married with kids. I’m painfully dissatisfied with how certain aspects of my sex life have turned out in life. “Why won’t I divorce?”, I always get asked. We used to be religious and she still is… I don’t want to hurt her. In addition, I want my kids to have a happy childhood. I’ve made the choice. I also have chosen to stray, which destroyed me when I first did it. I’ve learned to occupy a space that allows me satisfy my needs while still being the best dad and husband I can be. A little cognitive dissonance, you say? Walk a mile in my shoes, friend. I used to be judgey, as well.