I met him while traveling for work. That didn't happen often because my boss thought most conferences were boondoggles in places like Las Vegas or New Orleans but when one showed up on the schedule for Nashville she begrudgingly agreed to foot the bill. It was a three day event with travel days on Monday and Friday but I extended my hotel though Sunday at my own expense and got two full days of rest and relaxation while my husband stayed at home with our dogs.
Jeremy and I had been married for twenty five years. We had raised two children through adulthood and we were enjoying our time alone as empty nesters. He was a good man but truth be told we had grown apart over the years and we were both a little restless. Our marriage wasn't in trouble but we were definitely both struggling with boredom.
I was sitting at a sports bar in the lobby of my hotel in Nashville on a Thursday night in March watching the first round of the NCAA men's basketball tournament. My brackets were going down in flames as upsets seemed to be the norm but, sadly, not the ones I had selected. It was getting late and I was thinking about leaving. I'd had several beers while watching the games and had a bit of a buzz. I had a busy day of sight seeing planned for Friday and I wanted to get an early start but I ended up getting side tracked when Donald sat down beside me.
He was a good looking man about my age with grey, curly salt and pepper hair. He had a warm disarming smile and a clear dark brown complexion with friendly eyes.
He too was a college basketball fan. He had attended Duke in the late 80s and because I was from Connecticut I was not a fan of Duke, which led to some good natured ribbing on both sides. We continued to talk about basketball and our lives as we drank.
Donald lived in Virginia Beach and worked as a private practice physician in a small doctors group. He had been divorced for four years and was in town for the same conference that I had just attended. I told him about my husband and my kids. I talked about my job, my love of travel and my borderline obsession with wine as the minutes flew by.
When the lights in the bar came up I was shocked. I had no idea we had been talking for over three hours. Donald and I both looked at our half full beers and then at each other. It was clear we didn't want the night to end but there was no place to continue our conversation that would have been innocent and safe for me. I was, without a doubt attracted to him but I was not a cheater. I had been cheated on by Jeremy years earlier and it nearly ended us and me. I abhorred infidelity but there was a little voice telling me not to let the opportunity to even the score slip away and when Donald offered to walk me to the elevator and I accepted. I had no plans on inviting him into my room or doing anything unsavory but I did want to exchange numbers so we could possibly continue our conversation over lunch or dinner the following day.
We walked to the elevator and waited for it in silence as my conscience wrestled with my libido. My sex life with Jeremy had slowed to a crawl in recent years. We had almost obligatory sex once a month but it lacked the passion we'd had when we were young and even in the years following his affair. During that time it was fueled by anger on my part and remorse for him. It had been like two straight years of continuous makeup sex but that had faded into comfort and apathy as the years passed. Jeremy had always been an attentive lover and still was. He made sure I always climaxed even though he was unable to last long enough during sex to make me cum. He had, in fact, never given me an orgasm during intercourse but he had no problem finishing me off with his fingers or his mouth, even after he had cum inside me and I appreciated that.
Donald moved aside like a gentleman when the elevator arrived and I stepped inside.
"What floor?" I asked as I pushed the button to my floor.
"Six," he said with a warm smile.
"Me too," I laughed playfully. "Must be fate."
"Must be," he replied, holding my gaze for several moments as we started upward. The subtle scent of his cologne wafted over me and I discretely breathed deep, drawing it into my lungs. He smelled really good which made it even harder to think straight.
The elevator chime sounded, signaling our arrival and interrupting my internal struggle. I stepped into the hallway then paused for him to catch up.
I wasn't sure where his room was and I still hadn't gotten his number. "I'm this way," I said pointing to the right.
"Me too," Donald laughed softly. "Kismet." He grinned and I felt a flutter in my belly. The chemistry between us was undeniable and I was very attracted to him. He wasn't traditionally attractive like my husband who was literally tall dark and handsome with big blue eyes and an athletic build. But he had a nice face, a thin physique like that of a long distance runner and a great personality.
We both turned right and walked side by side down the hall. It felt comfortable and I nearly reached for his hand before I realized what I was doing and stopped myself.
"This is me," I said as I stopped at the door to my room. Donald stopped in front of me and held my gaze. My pulse quickened and I took a short, deep breath to calm my nerves. "Would it be too forward if I were to ask for your number? Maybe we can get together for lunch before we leave and continue our conversation. Its okay if you say no, its just that I have had a great time tonight and we're both here alone and."
"Of course it's okay," Donald replied, cutting off my nervous rambling explanation. He pulled out his phone then paused. "Give me your number and I'll send you a text."
I gave him my phone number as my internal dialog continued. The flutter in my belly had become insistent and my cheeks felt warm and flushed as I looked up at him with my phone in my hand. He wasn't especially tall, maybe 5'10" but at 5'2" I was used to looking up at almost everyone.
My phone vibrated and I looked at his text. My heart skipped and I read it a second time as a wide smile spread across my face. I read it a third time. "You are beautiful."
"Thank you," I replied with my heart racing. "You are very handsome yourself."
My hand reached for his and we met in the middle. He stepped closer and our other hands met. I looked up with wide, eager eyes. Our bodies touched and I swallowed hard. It felt like forever but it was less than a second before he bent down and kissed me softly. My head was spinning and I kissed him back. I squeezed his hands and kissed him again and again. My blood began to boil and our mouths opened. His tongue slipped past my lips and touched mine making my body tingle from head to toe.
I let go of his hands and slid my hands around his back. Our kiss deepened and our bodies pressed together tightly. I could feel his warmth and I kneaded at him with my fingers as our tongues entwined. My knees felt weak and I was breathing deep and heavy. I felt his manhood plump against my soft belly and a low moan rose from my chest. I was burning up. My face was warm and my body was humming. I needed him right then. I couldn't wait. I couldn't stop myself. Ten years of buried animus bubbled to the surface and I reached into my pocked for my key card.
"Let's go inside," I gasped breathlessly. I could feel my sex throbbing. I was already soaking wet and I looked up at him with pleading eyes and swooned when he smiled and nodded.
We both bent down and picked up our phones, which had slipped from our hands in our moment of unbridled passion. We kissed again before I fumbled nervously with the door. Then we stepped into my room and renewed our deep, passionate kiss.
I pawed at his oxford shirt, tugging it from his slacks and then grabbed for his zipper. I couldn't remember ever wanting my husband that badly.
