Hot to trot wife
I was bored. And hot. And horny. Even my third gin and tonic of the afternoon didn't help matters very much, but the pool still looked inviting to me. Lazily I got up and immersed myself in the cool water.
Now I wasn't hot; just bored and horny. The cold water was making my nipples go crazy. I could feel them getting hard as rocks almost as soon as I got into the water, and my cunt was wet and tingly.
The wetness didn't come from the water.
Under water my hand started to creep across my stomach toward my crotch as if it had a mind of its own.
I climbed out of the water.
Boredom wasn't anything new to me. Neither was horniness, for that matter; not since I'd gotten married to Gerald. Still, I'd never cheated on him.
Tomorrow, unless I chickened out, I was going to get laid. It was all arranged; I had met Robert in Chicago at a convention Gerald had taken me to. Nothing had happened there, but both Robert and I had been aware of the attraction between us. I didn't think much about it, though, because I never expected to see him again after we left.
Robert didn't see it that way, however. He called me and said he was going to be in ton for a while, then suggested we get together for lunch sometime.