Chapter 3: Another One-Night Stand

We had now been married less than five months; our jobs had us working opposite shifts. I started in the morning, and before I got home from my job, Wyatt had left for his evening shift. We still managed to have sex often, albeit in the early mornings when Wyatt got home from his job. I didn’t live far from the hospital where I was employed. Most mornings I would walk to work and then walk back after work. If the weather was bad, Wyatt would get up and drive me to work. We had only one vehicle at that time.

My second one-night stand happened without warning at all, no planning, nothing. I had just got off work, and I walked outside and found that it was raining and raining quite hard. I stood under the shelter for quite some time, waiting for the rain to stop or at least slow down.

One of my co-workers arrived for her shift as I was waiting, she noticed me standing there, and asked if she would like her husband to drive me home. He had driven her to work as he usually did. I agreed and thanked her for caring enough to offer me the ride with her husband.

After she got out of the car, I thanked her again and I took her seat in the front seat of his beautiful Thunderbird convertible with bucket seats in the front. Pierre was a good-looking guy with a dark complexion, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He seemed to be of average build, no excess fat, just a very attractive guy. I really didn’t think much about him other than he would be keeping me out of the rain and getting me home quickly.

The drive from where the hospital was to where we lived would only take about five minutes or less, but I was very appreciative of the ride. He asked where I lived, and I showed him. When he saw where I lived, he drove about a block past our house and parked his car. We began talking, and it didn’t take me long to realize that he was doing his best to hit on me.

We made small talk for several minutes and then I asked him what he really wanted. I mentioned his wife, and how she was not only a co-worker of mine, but also a friend. He asked if I was married and when I told him that I was. He asked if I was happily married. Then the thoughts of what I believed that Wyatt and his ex-girlfriend had done came back to me, and then the anger of it when I thought more about it. I told him that not everything in my marriage was perfect, and that’s when he told me that he and his wife weren’t as happy as he would have liked either.

I looked at him and said: “If you have plans on getting a little frisky with me, we need to go somewhere away from here, I don’t need my neighbors seeing me making out with some guy they won’t know.”

He responded: “That is fine with me.” and he started the car and drove out of town to a remote area.

We parked and I suggested we get into the back seat. We got into the back seat of his car, and he immediately put his arms around me and pulled me close and began kissing me like we had been dating each other for months.

Pierre then put his arm under my work uniform and found my tits; he played with me for a while before I asked him to undo my bra because it would feel much better for me. He reached around and undid my bra, but then I looked at him and said: “Just let me get more comfortable.” I sat forward and removed my hospital uniform and my bra. That left only my panties.

“Why don’t you get naked for me too?” I asked. He was more than willing to take his clothes off and was also down to his underwear. By now he knew that what he had wanted from the start was going to become a reality. He was going to get laid.