Chapter 1

I sat in my recliner and tried to figure out what had happen to me these past five weeks. The love of my life, best friend, and husband of five years just up and left, no real reason, warning signs, and not one thing that could point to why. However, today I'm bound and determined, that I'd find a way to stop crying over that bastard, because he isn't worth it. As I look back over things I realized that our once great sex life has been nothing but hits and misses, with him loosing interest. Sure every couple has problems, but if they love each other they work it out, evidently that did not mean anything to him.

Most people don't know that we are swingers, with me being the newbie. We made a pack to always play together never separate, except maybe in different bedrooms of the same house. I liked the hot, kinky, sexual adventures. However, we hadn't been doing any swinging lately either. That got me to thinking; maybe he wasn't being honest with me, or afraid to admit something was wrong.

First thing I thought about was maybe he'd been pussy-footing around behind my back. Which is ridiculous because there is nothing work with my sex drive or desire, I'm still the hot, big, beautiful woman I've always been. Sure I am disabled, but not dead, and sex is and will always be apart of my life. I started searching online to see what I could find, and discovered he had been meeting other women for over seven months. I was dumbfounded, for a moment.

All I could do was shriek, "Baby there is nothing wrong with me! I love to fuck. If you don't want me anymore, goodbye looser I'll find someone else to fulfill my needs, a man who will like the whole package, and its trimmings."

I was still sitting there stewing when my friend Amanda came over for coffee. She asked what was wrong, and I told her what I had discovered.

"Girl, you need to forget that asshole."

"I can see that I am not enough for him, his love is worthless, and so I need to forget him. The hard thing to do is convince my heart."

I poured us another cup of coffee and set there pondering the situation. "You know what I just had an idea! If I had enough money, I'd forget him by visiting one of my male friends for a hot, wild, sexy adventure. If he finds out, tsk tsk, what a crying shame, he doesn't deserve me!"

"Now that's not a bad idea! Hey, I can loan you the money girl. Let your hair down, and go get fucked, it will do you a world of good. I can cover for you, after all I have a cop for a husband, and yours won't dare come around here, if he knows what is good for him."

I thanked her and after she left I spent the rest of the day thinking about whom I could go visit. After all I do have a few friends like that; I usually turned them down because I didn't do one on one in respect for hubby, but then again he isn't around to complain.

One such person is a man I'll call, Fred. We've been friends for him for over three years. Although he lives clear across the country, I always wondered if what he says to me is all talk or the real McCoy. Little does he know that I plan to surprise him and travel to his neck of the woods, and meet him?

I started making plans, packing a few necessities and of course my toys; I never travel without them. One thing I was going to wear was my favorite aqua colored sundress. It's cut low in the front to show off my best assets, and short enough to wink at men, if I go commando and bend over. I then called the airport and booked a flight for the following weekend, and then made hotel reservation for a week, in a town near there, as I wanted to be discrete.

I'd fly out, check in, change into my alluring attire, and then take a cab to where he works. I can see his eyes now, bugged out, as well as a sizable bulge growing in his jeans.

The next few days moved slower than molasses. When the day of the trip arrived, I was more nervous than a teenager on her first date. I boarded the plane, sat down, with a million thoughts running through my head the whole trip. Would he like me, would he have time to meet me, and what would we do? I had a few ideas; it was hard to stay cool and not rush to the bathroom and masturbate. Yeah, I was that horny!

The plane landed without any difficulties. I gathered my luggage and then took their courtesy bus to the motel. I checked in, unpacked my things, and then took a shower to freshen up.

I then put on the sundress, and my pink lacy panties, applied just the right amount of make-up, perfumed my erotic zones, and then checked everything in the full length mirror of the door. "Hot-damn girl, you're a knockout, guaranteed to make any man melt."

I called a cab and gave them the address. I slid into the back seat shaking so much with anticipation that I hoped the cabby wouldn't smell my arousal. I have a feeling he did, as he gave me a devilish wink when I paid him the fare.

I sauntered into Fred's place of business. I looked around and didn't see anyone except for a tall handsome man leaning against a truck. I never had a picture of Fred, but if that was him, WOW, I'm in for some hot fucking!

I licked my dry lips, and walked toward him. When we made eye contact I went weak in the knees.

"Hello, can you tell me where I can find a guy named Fred?"

I swallowed hard, then smiled because I noticed he was eying me up and down, and had a sizable bulge in his jeans.

In a sexy Brooklyn accent, he slurred, "You're talking to him doll. What can I help you with?"

I blushed, batted my seductive green eyes, and purred, "Hi Fred, I'm Kandy from Tennessee."

Oh my god, I thought the poor guy was going to pass out. For a moment, he was speechless, which is not like him, because he loves to talk and his accent makes me quiver from my lips to my clit.

He glanced around, then pulled me into the shadows and asked, "Baby, why in the hell are you here?"

"Let's just say I'm on personal R&R. I come this way to see the sights and hook up with a few close friends with benefits. Don't look so surprised love, I only have three men that is in that category, I would actually meet--yes, you're one of them."

"Yeah but I never expected you to come all this way. I know you don't have the money. Besides you told me that jack-ass of a soon to be ex, I hope wouldn't loan you a dime."

"You're right, he didn't and wouldn't, and yes he will be ex as soon as I can file the paperwork. Enough about him! My girl friend loaned me the money and said... 'go get laid sweetie, it will do you a world of good. She's right too, it's been too damn long since a man has paid attention to me, and fucked me like I want to be fucked."

He glanced around once more; I think to make sure no one was eves dropping. "Well this is your lucky weekend baby. My wife is gone for two weeks, and I have a four day weekend off. I get off in about an hour, so how's about us getting together, going out to dinner, and then going some place where we won't be bothered. Remember, it has to be private, away from prying eyes."

I tried to hide the excitement in my eyes as my heart raced a mile a minute. I told myself, 'down girl! Now's the time to put him to the test; is he all talk and no play, or the kind of man who will leave me breathless wanting more?

"I have the perfect place, my hotel room. I took the liberty of getting one in the neighboring town. I figured if you chose to fuck me silly, we'd need a place where no one will recognize you."

"You got that. See that bar over there on the corner?"

"Yes, why?"

"Go there; I'll meet you there in about an hour."

This time I looked around and saw we were alone, leaned over, kissed him softly, and whispered, "Okay."

I walked across the street to the corner. I sat down at the counter, looked at my watch, and then ordered rum and coke, making sure it was light on the rum. After all I didn't want to be tipsy when and if Fred and I got together later to fuck.

I was lost in a daydream when someone taped me on the shoulder. I turned around and almost threw my drink all over Fred.

"Oh hi, you startled me."

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you doll."

He sat down, ordered a beer, then took a sip, licked his lips, leaned over to me and asked, "Baby, so are you hungry? I am, but not for food if you catch my drift."

I giggled, blushed, and whispered in his ear, "I'm hungry for tube steak,"

He took a gulp of his beer, and paid the bill. "Well then, let's get out of here, I'm dying to take you into my arms, and show you how a 'real' man should treat you."

I was so aroused I hoped the other patrons wouldn't smell it. If I sat on that bar stool any longer, the back of my dress would be drenched, and not from pee. I grabbed his arm, and felt an electric shock go straight to the center of my cunt. I loved the sparks, and wondered what will happen if we make it a full blown fire.

"Ummm Fred, that sounds like a delicious plan to me, let's go honey."

He glanced around, escorted me out of the bar, and then asked me to get in his pickup. "Kandy, if anyone asked who you are, please let him do the talking. I'll tell them you are a cousin of mine from Jersey."

I laughed and smirked, "Okay that will work for me because if I talk they will know I'm not from Jersey."

I waited until we cleared the city, then raised my dress up until he could see my panty covered snatch. I then reached over and ran my hand down his arm. He was quivering; hum was it from fear, or anticipation? Nevertheless I would find out in about fifteen minutes.

I licked my lips and asked, "What did you think of my surprise visit?"