She sent me home the same way I had come, on a helicopter from the Hamptons. I took an Uber from Teeterboro home. I tried to forget what had happened, pretending to my husband and daughter was all that it had been -- cooking a meal, as I usually do. Sole grenobloise, rice pilaf, a nice salad.
All seemed sedate for a while, although I couldn't stop thinking about her, wondering if I was going nuts, if I was really willing to blow up my life for her. It wasn't until after dinner that I checked my phone. From my boss: "VCs are so impressed! Good job. Series C round seems secure."
And from Her -- "Good pet. Will introduce you to other investors next weekend. Flight from Teeterboro scheduled, details attached."
Nothing more.... No personal connection, no emotion. Just all business.
I went to bed, but I admit masturbating while thinking of her fingers on me.
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The week passed in the usual way. Zoom meetings, some time in the office, a cheerful smile from our CEO and complimentary words, dragging kids out of bed to get them to school, cooking in the evenings. Hubby even wanted to fuck on Thursday, so of course we did, but I'll admit I wasn't thinking about him as I came on his cock.... I was thinking about her.
On Friday, I packed to leave the next morning. I dithered about what to include. She had a pool, so I packed a bikini, the sexiest one I had. Also suitable business garb, but some dresses I'd only ever worn for nights out, and some lingerie. I'm sure if hubby had watched he'd have raised an eyebrow. But I almost didn't care any more. I wanted to be available for Her, however things worked out.
Uber to the airport. Chopper to the Hamptons. Limo to her estate.
Feeling flushed, uncertain, but wet as I got there.
She didn't greet me, only the staff. "You're expected poolside, in an hour," the polite young man said. "A meeting with potential investors, I'm told. Clothing is laid out in your bedroom."