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I was a little nervous as my wife Cheryl and I descended the stairs in the morning, leaving our room to go to breakfast in the common area of the first floor of the Bed and Breakfast. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to see the woman from last night or not, the one with whom I’d shared the intimate experience of masturbating each other to orgasm while we sat in the dark after watching an erotic movie on her computer together.Three other couples were having breakfast as well: a man and woman easily at least in their seventies, a young plain-looking woman with a guy with long hair and a scraggly beard, both wearing torn jeans and sandals, and two middle-aged women whom I assumed were a couple even though I had no basis on which to make that determination. Cheryl and I perused the breakfast foods and made our selections, exchanging pleasantries with one of the staff and one of the two women as we navigated around each other.Back at our table, we chatted about our plans for the day, which included a city walk and visiting a couple of historical parks. I tried to stay engaged, but I kept thinking about last night, or, more correctly, early that morning, when I was ejaculating into a strange woman’s hand before sliding my own down the front of her pants. I felt guilty, sure, but excited and pleased that I’d allowed myself that experience. It would be weird if the woman were down here with us because I wouldn’t know whether to acknowledge her, or if so how much, or how to act if she ignored me, or something even crazier that might let on to our spouses what had transpired between us.And then, weird happened. Cheryl’s attention went to the creaky stairs as someone else came down for breakfast. I turned, too, and sure enough, the woman from last night and her husband came into view. It was pretty much the same sight as I’d become accustomed to: he was dressed kind of dumpy in a frayed t-shirt and old jeans, and she was a few notches more presentable, with pretty jewelry, stylish ankle boots, and a loose colorful Kadıköy Escort top tucked into dark slacks that hugged her curves.I couldn’t make out the shape of her breasts because of the cut of her top, but my mind did recall the sight and feel of one of them from the wee hours earlier, and I couldn’t help but steal a few glances of that shapely ass as she strode back and forth, making her selections from the foods on display. I began to wish I had been able to grab hold of that while doing her from behind as she bent over our table with her pants around her knees, but I figured I should be more than satisfied with the pussy fingering and tit sucking I did give her, not to mention her satisfying hand job.She and her man sat two tables away, and I thought I caught her trying to look my way but didn’t want to be too obvious about it. When I went back for a few more items of food I had in mind from my first trip, I made sure I faced the woman, with her man’s back toward me. While I replaced the tongs, her eyes met mine and she broke out in a wide smile. I smiled back instinctively, then glanced over at Cheryl, whose attention was thankfully elsewhere. Last night’s lover and I shared a long, secret look, silently acknowledging that we enjoyed our encounter and didn’t have any regrets, though we were aware of the naughtiness of our tryst. I returned to my table, she and I exchanging looks twice more.The woman at the table got up and then exclaimed in annoyance, subtly and quietly enough so as not to make a scene, but projecting enough to get my attention. Saying something presumably in her native language, she looked down at herself, dabbing at her thigh with her napkin as she faced me directly. Looking up, she feigned embarrassment, addressing Cheryl and me together.“I am sorry,” she started in her sexy accent. “I have gotten something on myself. I did not mean to draw attention.” There was an obvious splotch on her pants that she scratched at with her nail. “Right here on my Kadıköy Escort Bayan pants.”I almost spit out the bite of muffin I was enjoying. Fuck! That’s my cum stain, I thought to myself as I tried to maintain my composure.“That’s okay,” Cheryl replied cordially. As I watched the woman’s fake attempt to remove the spot from herself, I had a hard time containing a laugh. Indeed, those are the same pants she was wearing last night, the same pants I had my hand inside, the same pants that received a large stray blob of spunk that she jerked out of my spasming cock while I sat against her in the dark a few hours earlier.She approached our table and addressed us, smiling, making me nervous as hell that she was going to announce what we had done, my mind scrambling to figure out how to deny it and portray her as a crazy bitch. “Excuse me, good morning,” she said, trying to act shy.“Good morning,” Cheryl replied pleasantly, beating me to it.“Yes, good morning.” I managed to stay cool, I think.“But, may I ask you for some honey?” She had a paper cocktail napkin in her hand and placed the hand carrying it – her left hand, the one with the big ring on it – on the table beside me. “Our table does not have any.”“Oh, sure, no problem,” I grabbed at the mini jars in front of me, but the honey was on Cheryl’s side. As she reached for it, the woman dropped the napkin, evidently aiming for my lap, but it glanced off my leg and ended up on the floor.“Here you go – we haven’t opened this one.” Cheryl handed her the little jar, and my mind went back to the wee hours of the morning when I had dipped my finger into just such a jar and dabbed it on the other woman’s succulent nipple to suck off.“Thank you,” the woman said, smiling. “I just love to put honey on… many things. And for my tea. Enough even to ask strangers for some.”“No problem,” Cheryl said.“You’re very welcome. Enjoy,” I added, trying not to squirm in my seat.My conversation with Cheryl progressed without incident, as Escort Kadıköy I was apparently able to hide my nervousness and excitement from her, as well as my attempts to scoot the napkin on the floor closer to my feet while I figured out a way to pick it up. I wondered if it was a signal, maybe with something written on it or contained inside. I was just irrational enough to fear seeing a ransom note threatening to expose my infidelity, with covert photos as proof, if I failed to pay a large sum.We finished our breakfast, and when I pushed my chair back, I ‘accidentally’ dropped my cloth napkin. Stooping to pick it up, I gathered the paper one into my palm, stashing it into my pocket as I rose so I could inspect it later. We bid good-day to the other couple just as I saw the lady dipping her finger into the pitcher of cream. Sneaking a final look at her, she gave me a wink, licking that finger, while the others were looking elsewhere.For the few minutes it took for us to climb the stairs and muck about in our room getting ready for the day, all I could think about was the napkin in my pocket. It sure would be a letdown if nothing was on it or contained in it, and the uncertainty of it, together with the mixture of fear and excitement, consumed me. I wanted to open it but couldn’t risk Cheryl catching me looking at it if there was something written on it or falling out of it. Finally, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, giving me the opportunity to dig out and un-crumple the napkin, excited to see the pretty handwriting penned on the inside.“Marshland Room. Midnight tonight. Do not be careless.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On our way out of the B&B to get a ride to our first destination, Cheryl called my attention to a couple getting into a little silver Nissan sedan on the side of the building. A chubby guy and a short-haired lady with a colorful top. “I guess she changed out of her pants,” Cheryl observed. Sure enough, the lady was wearing a stylish white skirt now instead of those soiled dark pants. “I felt bad for her. That’s the worst, getting stuff on your pants like that while on vacation.”My day with Cheryl was a typical vacation day, taking in the sights of the city, walking a lot and stopping in a café for lunch, a gelateria for a midday treat, and a few shops to look for souvenirs and small gifts.
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