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Cuckolded in the Motel Room 1 Updated

Cuckolded in the motel room 1.

My buddy Mel was old car collector and had found an 50 Ford in a small town he wanted to restore. But he needed to go there to bring it back on a trailer. However he didn’t have powerful enough car or hitch and I did, so we decided to take my SUV and go get it. It would be a fun trip through the mountains and would mean an overnight motel stop on the way and another coming back. He called a motel he knew about two thirds of the way and booked it for the two required nights. I made a joke out of saying, “Two beds, right?” Mel laughed and said he didn’t have the slightest interest in sleeping with me. We planned to go midweek to minimize the traffic while towing another vehicle on the trailer.

During that week my wife Marie decided she wanted to go too, to keep us out of trouble, she said. Everything went just fine we enjoyed the drive scrunched into the front seat and we arrived at the motel in the evening.

There was a café and bar across the street so we enjoyed a decent dinner and drinks. I guess there had been a strain of driving for me and I drank several drinks too quickly. We staggered our way back to our room all in great humor and a little tipsy. Mel pulled a bottle of gin from his bags, pouring one for Marie and himself while I declined and laid out on our bed.



They turned off all but one light and we engaged in conversation and the conversation turned to dirty jake, Mel knew a lot and we laughed a lot but I soon I began to doze. I finally stripped off and climbed beneath the covers still trying to take part in the conversation but not able to fight my closing eyelids.

I think I drifted off for a few minutes but was awoken as Marie emerged from the bathroom in her nightie. Mel then went in and showered as Marie sat on our bed, finishing her last drink. Marie has a great body with sensual tits and great sexy legs which were totally visible beneath her nightie.

Yes I was now lying there with my eyes closed, dozing but not sleeping. Marie flicked off the last light and now only the motel sign outside lent a soft glow through the curtains. Mel returned only wearing his shorts and slipped into his bed. Marie and him continued talking very softly over the scant space between the beds. Mel called over to me once and I didn’t answer. But I began to listen more intently, turned away from them and sighed as if drifting off to slumber. And I sensed a flirtatious tone to their words which made me come acutely awake in the darkness. Something was stirring because their voices grew lower.

Mel was talking about missing his wife who had left long ago.

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