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Click here"So...James, um...what did you, um, want to meet with me about tonight?" I asked nervously, shifting on my chair, feeling my thong rub between my ass cheeks.
"Tammy," he said, leaning forward. "I will be quite direct. I find you to be a very attractive woman. And I am going to guess that you're wearing that anklet on your right leg for the same reason my wife wears an anklet on her right leg."
I felt myself blushing – the sense from last week that James somehow knew my secrets was now confirmed.
"If I'm wrong, forgive me and I promise I will not contact you again. If I'm right, and you're interested," he said with a smile, "I've booked a room at the hotel next door. I'll wait thirty minutes. Room 1247. I'd welcome an opportunity to get to know you better."
"Muchbetter," he added.
With that, he stood up and walked out the door of the bar, leaving me with my head spinning.
I took a gulp from my glass of wine as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
Thirty minutes. I've got thirty minutes to decide if I'm going to go up to an attractive stranger's hotel room and....
I shivered in anticipation of the unknown. James shared his wife – I found the idea very arousing. And he was so nonchalant – so confident in suggesting that I join him in his hotel room...
I took another sip of wine, and briefly contemplated calling Jack to see what he thought of it. I took out my phone, and then put it away – I know he'd tell me to go to the hotel room.
I drummed my fingers on the table, trying to decide what to do. I was so turned on – part of me wanted to just slip my hand under my skirt right there and stroke my pussy.
Was I really ready to take James as a lover?
Letting out a deep sigh, I came to my decision, finished the glass of wine and left the bar.
Moments later, I took a deep breath, and raised my hand to knock on door 1247...
To be continued....
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoI bought my anklet...not my husband. When I bought it, I asked questions to the young salesgirl. She told me if I wore it on my right ankle, it signified that my husband was giving me his permission to have sex with whomever I chose. But if I wore it on my left ankle, it meant this was strictly my decision and my husband may not even be aware. My lovers were encouraged to add charms to my anklet. Currently I have 19 different charms from seven different men...all of whom know my husband. My question...is it considered cuckolding if the other men and people who have questioned me about my anklet know...but my husband, as far as I know, is totally oblivious. He has never seen my anklet.
Dunkirkover 4 years agoHope you continue telling us your sexual exploits. You lead an interesting life
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoI have an anklet that my husband doesn't know I own. My husband is away from home more than he is home. So there are many nights that I welcome a neighbor over to my house for some steaming hot sex. I love the short phonecalls from my husband while I am building to a climax with my neighbor lover. It is much safer to have sex with a neighbor than to go out to a bar and risk being seen with a stranger. I love wearing my anklet around the neighborhood. If the women in the neighborhood knew every man I have been with, I would lose almost every female friend I have.
OGHMNWover 5 years agoTammy, This is SO hot and erotic the way you are building up the Hot Wife Anklet Story. Really looking forward to reading the remaining chapters that you have shared. Thank You!
