I (Ken) had been away for work for a few months; the week I returned, I decided to plan a getaway with my wife, June. I had reserved a place an hour or so away in the mountains. It had lovely scenery and a few nearby places to explore. It had lovely scenery and a few nearby places to explore.

On the morning of the trip, I had the day off from work and was going to head out before lunch, with June joining me after she finished work.

I had gotten to the house just after lunch, which had a nice layout for a two-bedroom cabin. The house's aesthetic was rustic, with wooden furniture, a cozy fireplace in the living room, and a hot tub just outside on the backyard deck.

After getting settled, I made a cup of coffee and sat out on the back porch for a bit. I had been lounging around when my phone buzzed. I had been lounging around when my phone buzzed.

I expected it to be June telling me she was on her way to the cabin. Instead, June texted me that the district had issued some new taskings and that she would have to stay late to complete everything.

She followed up, saying she would not be able to make it out that night and would get to the cabin by lunch tomorrow. She suggested that I have some fun tonight without her.

With my phone still out, I decided to check the tracking app we had installed.

I was surprised when I saw that her phone wasn't showing her at the school, but was showing her heading towards a location I had seen her at many times before I had gotten back from this recent work trip.

I thought to myself, "Ok, well, if she is going to be out on her own, I will do the same to see how she feels about it."

I decided to mull this over at a local bar recommended by the host.

I got to the bar and ordered a drink. It was a country-themed bar, so there was a lot of wood grain and a jukebox in the corner playing classic country songs.

There wasn't much of a crowd, but there were a few regulars at the bar.

I was about to finish my second drink when the bartender brought me a fresh drink. I looked at him and said, "I was getting ready to order another one, thanks."

"It's compliments of the lady over there," the bartender said while pointing over to a blonde-haired woman sitting at the end of the bar.

I looked over at her, and she gave a quick nod and wink before turning back to her drink. I finished my drink and went over to thank her for the refill.

As I sat next to her, I gave her a once-over; she was dressed semi-casually in jeans and an open jean jacket, which showed a pleather corset.

I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Sherri.

"You know, if you keep staring at your drink like that, it’s going to charge you rent," Sherri said while I was staring at my drink.

"Sorry," I apologized, "just running through some stuff right now."

She placed a hand on my leg and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"So—are you mysterious, brooding, or just avoiding eye contact with reality?" Sherri asked.

"All three, depending on the lighting. You?" I asked.

"I’m 'out with friends,' but secretly hoping no one recognizes me," she said.

"That sounds like a cry for help," I said, looking into her eyes.

"Or an audition for reinvention. The jury's still out," Sherri said, giving me another once-over.

"Well, congratulations," I said. "You’ve officially reinvented my evening."

"Already? That was fast," she laughed.

"I’m emotionally vulnerable," I said, taking a drink. "Dangerous time to be charming."

"Noted," she said, leaning in. "Why emotionally vulnerable?"

"Let’s just say I recently learned I’m not the only one in my relationship," I said, playing with my drink.

"Oof. That’s… not great." Sherri said, moving her hand from my leg to my shoulder.

"Her loss," she said, smirking. "So what are you doing here—revenge flirting or sad drinking?"

"I was aiming for quiet reflection. Clearly failed," I said, leaning a bit closer to her. "And which are you hoping for?"

"I’m hoping for a reminder that I’m still interesting to someone who doesn’t already know my coffee order," she said, sitting up a bit straighter.

"I don’t know your coffee order," I quipped.

"I just feel stuck in a relationship where nothing’s wrong, and somehow that’s the problem. He thinks stability is romance," she unloaded.

"I think curiosity is romance," I said. "Want to get into a little trouble?"

"Define little," she said with a wink.

"One more drink. No promises beyond tonight," I said.

She sat there, pretending to think, and then the grin on her face grew into a mischievous smile. She sat there pretending to think, and then the grin on her face grew into a mischievous smile.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "You're bad at this."

"How so?" I asked.

She leaned in close to me. "You didn’t say please."

I looked down into her eyes and said, "Please… let's help each other forget our problems for an hour or so." I offered up my drink for a toast.

She looked at my drink, then at me; she picked up her drink and clinked it against mine.

As I took a sip of my drink, Sherri said, "Fine. One more drink. But if this ruins my life—"

"Breakfast is on me tomorrow, and we can call it fate," I said.

We each had a quick laugh at that.

"Wow. Confident for a man with trust issues," Sherri said.

I shrugged and said, "I’m trying something new."

We continued to chat for a bit, talking about ourselves and how we each found ourselves here. Before I could finish my drink, I had to answer the call of nature. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

Just my luck, there was a line, so I ended up waiting for a bit before I was able to go.

Once I finished up and was walking back to the bar, I saw Sherri talking to another guy who was leaning on the bar next to her. However, once I got closer, he walked away.

"One of your friends?" I asked.

"No, just someone who tried to get on my dance card for the night," Sherri said. "Had to break his heart and tell him, 'Not tonight.'"

I looked over at the dance floor as the music grew louder.

"Well, might as well put that dance card to use then," I said.

We got up, moved to the floor, and started dancing. We got up, moved to the floor, and started dancing. I didn't recognize the song, but it was pretty energetic. After two songs, the tempo slowed down for a slow dance.

Sherri threw her arms around my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her. Almost like we were in sync with each other, we pulled ourselves closer to each other. Her body being close to mine caused my cock to start to stiffen.

"You dance as if you’ve already decided something dangerous," Sherri said.

"I'm dancing like I’ve stopped pretending I haven't," I said.

"That’s attractive. Slightly alarming, but attractive," she quipped with a smile.

"You’re one to talk. You've agreed to dance with a stranger and possibly more," I said, leaning in.

"You know we can still call this responsible," I said.

"Oh?" Sherri said.

"We could say goodnight. Walk away. Go back to our complicated, disappointing lives," I said, running my hand along her back.

"And would you?" she asked, grinding herself into my erection.

"Not if you’re staying this close to me," I said.

"Funny, people say proximity doesn’t mean anything," she said, pulling away a bit.

"They are wrong," I said, pulling her back into me.

"I think so too," she said, glancing from my lips and back to my eyes. "You're hesitating."

"I’m choosing the moment," I said.

"Choose faster ." Choose faster. I’m braver when I don’t overthink," she said.

"If we kiss…" I said.

"It doesn’t fix anything," she interrupted. "It just proves we’re still alive."

"You’re trouble," I said.

"You’re already in it," she said, pulling herself closer, almost touching. Then, almost whispering, "So… are we stopping?"

Closing the small gap between us, I closed in for a kiss; as soon as our lips met, it was like all the air in the room had vanished. Our tongues plunged into each other's mouths, dancing along with us on the floor.

We stayed in that embrace, that kiss, for a moment. Once we heard the song we were dancing to change, we pulled apart. I saw in her eyes something like primal lust; I had apparently opened a floodgate in her that she needed to empty.

Almost telepathically, we agreed to down the last of our drinks at the bar and head somewhere else. Paying for the drinks, she ran her hand from my chest down to my growing cock. Once she reached her target, my cock twitched as it continued to stiffen in excitement.

As her hand was on my crotch, my hand was on her firm ass, squeezing it and pulling her into another kiss.

While we kissed, I ran a hand along her side, up her waist, across her top, and to her breast, squeezing it, feeling the firmness of it in my hand.

When I squeezed, she had a quick intake of air and pushed her face more into our kiss.

We made our way out the door and into my car; from there, everything felt like a blur on the drive.

During the drive, Sherri rubbed my leg and my cock, keeping it the right amount of stiff in anticipation of what was sure to come.

Before I realized it, we were at the cabin; as I closed the door behind us, she had slipped off her jean jacket and pulled me into another kiss. As we stood there, her hands on either side of my face, holding me into our kiss as our tongues explored each other's mouths.

I ran one hand to the back of her head and held her in our kiss, my other hand ran down her back and over her pants to get another handful of her butt.

We moved to the living room area and stood in front of the recliner. Sherri pushed me down into the recliner. As I sat there, she removed her jacket.

As I sat there, she removed her jacket. Once it hit the floor, she ran her hands from her hips, up her side, and caressed her breasts. Meeting in the middle of her corset top, she pulled the zipper down. 

Revealing her C-cup breasts, with a decent sag to them. She moved to straddle me, but before she could lean down, I buried my face into her cleavage. Sucking and nibbling on her nipples, she let out a moan of appreciation.  

As I went back and forth on her nipples, she caressed my head, holding it tight to her body. After a few minutes, she took a handful of my hair, pulling it away from her tits, and kissed me.

Sherri lowered her hands from my shoulder to my chest and stomach, grabbing a handful of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and throwing it aside.

She moved her kisses from my lips to my neck and down to my chest, pausing to give my nipples a quick flick and nibble before moving further down. 

Once she reached the top of my pants, she quickly unbuttoned them, and I helped her as she pulled them along with my underwear off.

As Sherri kneeled in front of me, she ran her hands from my knees up my thighs and to my freed cock. One hand cupping my balls, the other grasped the base and with a gentle pull, aimed it at her slowly descending mouth.

She started with light kisses on the head, placing little pecks of her lips down the side until she reached the base. She then licked the base, ran her tongue back up to the top, moving slowly along my cock.

When she reached the top, she gave my cock hole a quick flick with her tongue, then her mouth fully engulfed my cock. She worked her way all the way down my cock, pausing when her nose reached my pubes.

She leaned back, removing my cock from her mouth, and gasped quickly.

“Heaven almighty, that is a nice cock you have there,” Sherri said before returning it to her mouth.

She continued bobbing her head on me, and I could feel her tongue twirling as she moved up and down, driving me crazy. I kept my hands on the side of her head to keep her blonde hair out of her way.

When she finally came up for air, I pulled her up into a kiss, our tongues once again dancing in each other's mouths.

Sherri took a step back, saying,” I think I am a little overdressed right now, don't you think?”

She then unbuttoned her own jeans and started to push them and her panties down. Once she had stepped out of them, she then stepped up onto the recliner, placing her pussy directly into my face.

Never one to turn down a good dessert, I dove into her folds, my tongue exploring her pussy. Finding her clit with my tongue sent a jolt through her body, as she grasped my head while grinding her pussy on my face.

I’ve always enjoyed eating pussy, and this time was no different. The taste of her juices delighted me as they overflowed and streamed down the side of my face. 

I continued my probing as Sherri squeezed her thighs against my head and let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her.

She plopped down on the armrest of the recliner to catch her breath.

“Your tongue does amazing work,” Sherri said.

“The night's not over yet,” I said, standing up.

I turned her over so she was now kneeling on the recliner, with her ass in the air. I lined my cock up to her pussy and, in one fell swoop, pushed myself inside of her.

I gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, then began to piston myself in her. Each thrust, I felt her pussy clench and wet my cock. My hands firmly placed on her waist and using the recliner's rocking motion to glide her on and off my cock.

It wasn't long before Sherri was moaning in pleasure again. She buried her head into the top of the recliner as her orgasm ran through her. I pulled out of her with an audible pop. 

I helped her up from the recliner, and we embraced each other. Our naked bodies pressed into each other as our lips met in yet another kiss. As we broke apart, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. 

Once next to the master bed, she pushed me down onto the mattress. Bending over, she gave my cock a quick lick, ensuring I was still firm.

She then hopped on the bed and lined my cock up to her pussy. She rubbed my head along her slit, then sat down on my cock, letting out a faint gasp of air at the intrusion.

Once I was inside of her, she began to gyrate and bounce on me, bending over, allowing me to taste and feed on her breasts again. Sweat beading on our bodies, our breathing in sync with her movements.

My hands moved from her hips up to her torso, and I moved her onto her back. Once she was on her back, she wrapped her legs around me, and I took control of my thrusts into her. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head next to hers. Her lips next to my ears, she whispered to me, “Cum for me, cum inside me."

At that, I could not hold back and released myself, allowing my mind to go blank and shooting my load as deep as I could into her. 

My sperm shooting inside of her obviously triggered her orgasm. She cried out while digging her nails into my shoulders.

Once my cock had finished unloading itself, I collapsed next to Sherri, and we adjusted ourselves on the bed as we passed out.

I awoke with the sun hitting my face, rolling over to see June in the bed next to me. She apparently took the blonde wig off in the middle of the night. June obviously woke up around the same time, looking at me.

“Last night was fun, we should do that again sometime,” June said.

“Definitely, but can we not make it seem like we both are cheating on our spouses?” I said.

“Well, next time we should do this at the club so we can just be around other swingers,” June said.

“Deal,” I said.

“Until then, can I go back to that bar tonight? I had a lot of offers for drinks and good times waiting on you to make your moves last night,” June said.

“I don't see why not since your car is still there,” I said.