Over the weeks that followed, Julie had little direct contact with Greg. At first they exchanged a few personal emails. But they quickly fizzled, perhaps because they couldn't act on them. She had some contact with him on work related issues, but most of those were either brief or conference calls. And in any case, Greg was always careful to distance himself from Julie in professional matters.
The demands of her new job kept her busy and her mind occupied most of the time. But now and then there would be a lull and she would find herself day dreaming about being in a hotel room somewhere with Greg. She knew that she would do it again. All she needed was a word from Greg and she was there.
But that word was slow in coming. Despite the contact that their jobs required, there was too many miles in between them to arrange anything. That was primarily Julie's issue, of course. She was the one who had to find a way to get away from home. It wasn't like she could just get in her car and drive to him. And, at least in those first few weeks, there were no business related reasons for either to travel.
In that time, Julie spent a lot of time comparing Greg and Gary, both sexually and as people. Gary was as thoughtful a man as she could ever hope for. He was sweet, caring and seemed all too willing to put Julie's wants and needs ahead of his own. While there was something very heartwarming about those qualities, there was something wishy-washy about them too.
Julie had never realized before how Gary's mild demeanor limited her relationship with him. She loved him, of course. But when he was trying to be romantic, Julie might think it was sweet. But it never really swept her off her feet. When he flirted with her, said and did things that were his cues that he want to have sex, she got turned on. But it was nothing like what she felt when Greg looked at her.
That was another thing. Gary would never in a million years tell her to suck his cock, say it like it was a command. And he probably would never even dream of forcing her to gag on his cock. Nothing in Gary's personality was sexually aggressive like that.
The result was a good relationship with polite, considerate love making. And Julie didn't want to think she took that lightly. It mattered to her, didn't it?
It just didn't light a fire between her legs the way Greg did. And for all of the brash cockiness Greg exhibited, he could be surprisingly tender as well. But his tenderness was somehow different than Gary's. With Greg, Julie felt like it was her reward for satisfying him. He was letting her know she had pleased him.
In comparison, Gary's soft, gentle ways seemed like weakness. He wasn't bold enough to tell her what he wanted—or expected—her to do. And therefore, his tenderness was less of a reward than something that Julie could take for granted. And something that she would take for granted, well... how excited could she expect that to get her?
The way Greg said things to her, Julie felt compelled, almost powerless to resist. And that in itself was exciting. He could tell her to strip for him, or get on her knees for him or to surrender her ass to him. And he could say it in a way that made Julie want to comply.
She found herself longing to kneel before him, pleasure him again. Craving the feeling of being stretched as his big cock slid into her pussy. Wanting him to take her again. Be had by him again. It didn't matter if she was no more than a notch on his bedpost. What she got from him was unparalleled. And she had to have more.
She loved the way he made her feel dirty and slutty and yet very erotic and sexy at the same time. Julie hadn't realized just how all of those pieces could fit together simultaneously. Dirty and slutty were supposed to be bad things for a girl to be, weren't they? Especially with men like Greg. Players. Womanizers.
But it was somehow okay to be a slut for Greg. To want to do anything for him, give him anything he wanted. He could fuck her, make her cum all over his cock and then tell her to suck it clean and Julie wouldn't hesitate, would she? No, she was his slut. And, strangely enough, it was a good thing.
It was nothing that was real or permanent. Greg could never give her that. For the moment at least though, she had the best of both worlds. A loving, devoted husband at home and a wild, well-hung lover on the side. She wasn't foolish or naïve enough to think the situation could last, of course. Sooner or later Greg would have to go. She just wasn't ready yet. And in all honesty, she wasn't sure just when that day might come.
It was a month and a half after her last night with Greg when Julie found out that someone from her company had to fly out for a meeting at his company. She quickly explained to her boss why she was the most logical person to send. It didn't take her long to convince him. She only hoped that ulterior motive wasn't written all over her face. A half hour later, she was sitting at her desk sending an email to Greg's personal account.
"I'll be in town the week after next. Fly in Tuesday night, out Wednesday afternoon."
After she sent it, she wondered if she shouldn't have been a little more forward, a little more suggestive. But it turned out there was no reason to worry. An hour later, Greg wrote back.
"Get two room keys."
Julie smiled. She almost knew he was going to say that. She already knew what she would say in response.
"Just knock. You know I'll open up wide for you."
Julie had been referring to spreading her legs for him, but as she sent it, she realized he might obviously take it as a reference to opening her mouth for him. She smiled and shrugged to herself. It wasn't like she wouldn't do that too.
That in turn got her thinking about the way his cock had gagged her, how she couldn't accept all of him. She wanted to be able to. She didn't want to feel she was inferior to any other lover he had had. But she honestly didn't know what to do about it.
She had done a couple quick online searches on deep throating and had found a few surprisingly well-written help guides. But the idea of getting a vegetable or a vibrator and using it to tame her gag reflex... Julie didn't know if she was ready to go to that extent.
And the disappointment seemed to be more something that Julie herself felt, not anything Greg had indicated. In fact, Greg had pretty much said just the opposite. That he got turned on watching her gag.
So maybe she should just let it go? A part of her still felt like it was a chink in her armor. A small one and perhaps an insignificant one. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she should do more for him if she could.
Before some other woman did. Not that it was a jealousy thing, but Julie didn't want to miss a chance to be with him because another woman was better at pleasing him. Greg wasn't hers and she would never own him. But she wanted to be damn sure that she gave him the best she could so he would keep coming back for more.
Julie and Greg traded a few more emails, making plans to meet at a bar not far from the hotel where she would stay. She would check in and get changed, then meet Greg at the bar. That was pretty much the extent of their planning, but Julie took for granted that it would be a drink or two at the bar and then back to her hotel room. And then, well... the sky was the limit.
Julie had a more difficult time getting through those two weeks than she had the month before. It was probably just because she had something definite to look forward to, she knew. Now that she had a fixed date, she couldn't wait for it to arrive.
Where she had only let thoughts of Greg slip in at quiet moments before, now she found herself thinking about him in the middle of busy days. It was a terrible distraction to be in the middle of a phone conversation and have the image of Greg's erect cock suddenly take center stage in her mind. The callers words would be lost as she found herself visualizing, fantasizing about, what she would do with that magnificent erection.
That was the scariest thing so far: the notion that Greg had gotten inside Julie's head to the point where he could interfere with her ability to do her job. Nothing, no one had ever had that kind of power over her. Even as she had admitted to herself how much Greg could control her in the bedroom, Julie had never suspected it could be an effect that might spread to her professional life.
The idea that it was thoughts of sucking his cock that Julie found so distracting was simply the crowning irony. It was a strange duality she was living. By day a competent business woman, accustomed to making decisions, delegating work, being in charge. But in the bedroom—with Greg, at least—she was subservient, needing to do as he told her, eager to please.
These two aspects of her being were completely compartmentalized, totally separate one from the other. But could she keep it that way? Especially considering the closeness of Greg to her work?
When the day finally came, Julie could barely contain herself. She had to remind herself not to smile, laugh or seem too happy to be leaving as she said goodbye to Gary that morning. She went to work for a few hours before heading to the airport and it was an unusually unproductive time for her. She looked at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes without seeing it at all.
All that she could think about was meeting Greg. Going back to her hotel room with him. Fucking and sucking and rolling around the bed naked with him all night long. Nothing else could displace those thoughts as she counted down the time until her flight.
When she finally got in the air, her flight was already fifteen minutes late. That didn't worry her much as she hadn't checked any bags and she had a little extra time in the schedule before their appointed meeting time. But then there was a delay when they landed and a long line at the rental car desk.
Fidgeting and impatient, Julie glanced at her watch as she stood waiting in the rental car queue. She was going to be late at this point, but how could she let Greg know? She didn't want to call his personal cell phone from her personal cell phone. She had never shared that number with him and wasn't about to now. Even if he was one hundred percent discrete and never called it, his number would still show up on her bill. Same with using her company cell phone.
Maybe that was paranoid or overly cautious on her part. But Julie knew that the surest way to get caught was to do something careless like that.
She settled for calling him at work from her work cell phone. It was too late to expect him to be there, but perhaps when she didn't show up on time, he would have the presence of mind to check his voice mail. Hardly a given, but it was the only safe thing to do.
And Julie had no illusions about what she was doing. It was wrong and would have serious consequences if it was discovered. So if she wanted to keep doing it—and she couldn't think of a way to stop—she had to be as careful as possible. She had her cake and was eating it too. Something like that could not be taken for granted. She was a smart girl and she had to remember that or she might make some classic misstep that would lead to her undoing.
Julie arrived at the restaurant more than half an hour late and worried that Greg had simply given up and gone home. But he was there.
