Many thanks to donaldelliot11 for editing. I watched a bunch of Twilight Zone episodes around the time I was inspired to write this.
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Greg's wife, Kim, was in London on business for the week. They'd only been married a few years, but like most married men Greg looked forward to a few days of freedom, hanging out with his friends, doing what he wanted to do.
On Saturday night he met his single friends at a local bar. He went out fully intending to be a wingman, but the drunker he got, the more he rationalized that he also had needs, and if the opportunity for easy sex or a quick blowjob presented itself, maybe he'd take it up.
Alas, nothing happened, and after an underwhelming night, he found himself sitting in front of his laptop with 13 tabs open and his wife's panties in his right hand. He lubed up his rock-hard dick, a dick his wife dutifully sucked twice a week, a dick his wife let take her virgin ass, in short, a dick that was never short of his wife's attention.
Yet Greg, hornier than ever, still contemplated dipping it in some strange pussy, even making efforts to do so, less than 24 hours after his well-paid, faithful wife departed on business. On screen he watched a beautiful blonde (similar to his wife in fact - Greg loved blondes) get fingered for Euros by another woman in a snowy Czech park, and he dreamed of a wild sex life.
His hand gripping the lubed up shaft of his well-proportioned if average sized penis, he cursed himself and absentmindedly said a little prayer. It wasn't a prayer one would find endorsed by any church, it was more a personal pleading, a complaint, to himself: "Oh God I feel so trapped. I love my wife, but God I miss the thrill of the chase, the unknown. Please help me."
The next day, Sunday, Greg went golfing with friends. After 18 holes, they sat in the clubhouse drinking beer and flirting with the bartender, Linda. She was a cute little brunette Latina with too tight pants and big bouncy breasts. His phone beeped and he saw his wife, Kim, texting him. Greg and Kim lived in Seattle, so London was 8 hours ahead. His wife asked if he had time to chat. He sighed and dialed Kim.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad to talk to you! I've had such a great time!" Kim said.
"Yeah?" Greg said absentmindedly, as Linda leaned over the bar joking with the guys, her brown tits jiggling in her low cut top. He caught a glimpse of her big areolae.
Kim happily recounted the great day she had, touring various sites like the Tower of London, and seeing Big Ben. Greg nodded absentmindedly as Linda caught his eye and smiled. Kim told him she was about to turn in for the night, and they said they loved each other (Greg perhaps a little lower than normal because it felt wrong and he didn't want to be overheard saying sweet nothings on the phone). After hanging up Greg tried to flirt again, but Linda, having heard the conversation despite Greg's sneaky ways, turned her attention to Greg's friends.
Again he ended up in front of the computer watching a model, who reminded him of the bartender, Linda, leaking cum from her gaping pussy. He spurted his load into a second pair of his wife's panties, his warm sperm dripping through the lace. Absentmindedly rubbing the wet panties on his balls, he said another prayer, another whining complaint really, to the higher power: "Please Lord, I love Kim but I gotta experience another pussy sometimes. Not often, just sometimes. Is that so bad? Please help me. Amen."
Greg wasn't a religious man, but his upbringing endeared him to this peculiar habit.
He felt warm and woozy as he stood up, and attributed it to slight dehydration brought on by the hot sun and too much alcohol.
The next day he stopped by the desk of his favorite secretary, an administrative assistant who was partial to dressing like a bimbo, makeup and hair overdone. He asked her to lunch and, tapping her red lacquered nails on the desk, she accepted.
He took her to a nice Italian restaurant and they drank wine and flirted, but Greg crossed the line.
"Mr. S_", said his big breasted lunch date, "I don't think that's very appropriate. I like you, but you really should go home to your wife and talk to her like that."
Red faced, Greg escorted her back to the office, apologizing profusely for his unseemly advances (and hoping HR wouldn't pay him an unwelcome visit). The secretary's words had snapped him back to reality, and he felt foolish. To make matters worse, when he returned to his computer he found his wife instant messaged him in her loving, good natured way.
"Oh honey, I love you! I had such a great day. You are such a great husband. I'm so lucky to have you!"
He truly felt guilty. She was a great woman. "I love you too, babe," he said, and he meant it, he really did.
What she said next drove home the point. "Honey, I have a favor to ask. One of my coworkers here, he's been assigned to show me around. He asked if I wanted to see a show this evening. He said we can get tickets cheap. Would you be upset if I went with him?"
"A date at the movies?"
"No!" she laughed, "A live show, a musical, and it's not a date! I still thought I should run it by you."
"Yeah, fine by me," Greg said, bewildered. "I can trust you right?"
Kim laughed; of course it was a joke. She blew him a kiss over the screen and again told Greg how lucky she was to have him as a husband. He realized she looked incredible, prettier than any girl he'd lusted after this week.
Greg got back to work, but in the back of his mind, he thought about his wife's request. She was so incredibly honest. He felt guilty for acting like a cad, while she, thousands of miles away, informed him of an innocent trip to the theater.
Nevertheless, between his wife's beauty and the big-boobed secretary, he had a boner and a bad case of blue balls. He slipped out of his office to the restroom. He closed his eyes and grabbed his hard penis and stroked as he stood over the toilet. Pre-cum lubing his shaft, he was lucky he was alone because the wet sound of masturbatory strokes echoed off the bathroom tile.
He climaxed with ease and said, "Oh God, thank you for blessing me with a wife who loves me. I'm such a lucky bastard. Give me wisdom and correct my ways. Punish me if you must, I trust your judgement. Thank you lord. Amen."
As he zipped up he suddenly felt warm and lost his balance, tipping against the bathroom stall before recovering.
He returned to his desk and shook off this odd fainting spell. He vowed to drink more water and get more sleep.
A few hours later, he was home when he received a text from his wife telling him she was back. He asked how the show went. She told him it was great but "That's the last time I do that!"
"Meaning?" asked Greg.
Kim typed, "Matt got a little carried away. After the show, he invited me to a nice little pub and he tried to kiss me!" She added a little smiley emoji.
Greg stared at what she'd written. This Matt guy tried to kiss his wife? The irony!
Ain't Karma a bitch
, he chuckled to himself, aware of the cosmic justice and thought, "Hey Lord, that was a good one. I deserved that."
He called Kim, and they had a good laugh over it and she said goodnight.
Tuesday started out uneventfully. Kim called from her hotel room to let Greg know she was turning in early. That evening one of Greg's friends called and asked if he wanted to check out a strip club.
"On a Tuesday?" Greg laughed, but his friend said he knew a dancer but didn't want to go alone.
Greg's wife didn't mind if he looked at naked women. She understood Greg and appreciated his masculine desires, but it was an unspoken rule that he behave appropriately.
That night both men had a good time, tucking bills into G-strings, in the process brushing pussy lips with the backs of their fingers. Greg got a lap-dance and as the dancer moved her body against him he could smell the talcum powder and baby oil. Combined with the alcohol, his mind went back to his old ways.
He offered her a little bit more if she'd play with his penis. She took out a condom and unrolled it onto him, then stroked his pecker until his testicles tightened and semen filled the latex reservoir. Immediately Greg felt guilty - very, very guilty. He closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"Sorry Lord, forgive me. I'll take whatever punishment you deem appropriate. Amen." He went to stand up and got that woozy feeling again and felt feverish for a few minutes.
The next day he felt joy when Kim texted him and they entered a video chat. She looked even more beautiful than the day before. She explained she only needed to work a half day and was able to take in the British Museum and Hyde Park. Greg couldn't wait for her to fly home.
"I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am you let me come," Kim said.
He guiltily thought about his indiscretion the previous evening. "You deserve it, honey. I know how hard you work."
"I'm still very lucky."
"I'm the lucky one."
They both looked at each other. The long distance and iffy internet connection made the video jump and skip, but they beamed at one another. Greg felt more in love than ever. Distance really does makes the heart grow fonder, he thought.
Greg broke the silence. "So, what are you going to do tomorrow, your last full day?"
Kim smiled with excitement. "Well, I have more training to run, but I should get out early. I'm going to do another walking tour tomorrow. I've been invited out next evening for a farewell party, to celebrate my last night here. Is that okay with you?"
Greg gulped, his heart speeding up a notch. "Will Matt be there?"
Kim nodded, "Yeah... but don't you worry. It's a big group."
Greg remained silent, contemplating the situation.
Kim twisted in her chair, laughing. "Are you a little worried?"
"Of course not," lied Greg.
