Daniel and I have been married for ten wonderful years. I won't spend a ton of time explaining why they were wonderful because nobody cares but us. I will say that he filled all the categories for me early on. First, no man in the world loves me as much or as well as he does. He is, without a doubt, my best friend and the best lover I've ever known. I love him deeply, and I know, without a doubt, that he loves me more than I deserve. We are each other's biggest fans and support each other in our careers and private lives.
Daniel is a very good design engineer--so good that his company used his invention to grow significantly. One company in particular was going to double that growth. A California-based company named Misco was negotiating contract terms that would result in both companies making ridiculous amounts of money.
Daniel became the company star and, as a result, spent a lot of time traveling. It got old for both of us in a hurry. We spent so much time apart that our sex life had unacceptable gaps. Not only that, but his salary hadn't changed despite his company's success.
It pissed me off that he had done so much and was asked for so much more while his compensation lagged. I didn't doubt that he was in for a serious bonus, but come on! Companies that adopted his technology were making money hand over fist, which meant his company was, too. Why wait to share that with the guy who brought you to the dance?
I'm not money-hungry. My salary is higher than my husband's, and we are doing fine. What pisses me off is the blatant disregard for his contribution. Dammit! He's the golden goose, but they treat him like he's just another chicken!
Okay, granted, I am a bit biased, but still. Given the circumstances, wouldn't you be pissed too?
It didn't help when he came home from the office on Friday and met me in the kitchen. I was sipping on a glass of Chardonnay while waiting for his arrival. My plan was simple. Kiss my husband like I wanted to fuck him right then and there (because I did), finish my glass of wine while he took a few minutes to let the day fall away, go out to dinner, then molest him with vigor.
When he walked into the kitchen, I immediately modified the plan to include a pre-dinner blow job because I love sucking his big fat cock, and it makes him happy. Then, I saw the look on his face. I'm sure my disappointment was evident, and I felt terrible about that. None of the bullshit was his fault. He had done wonderfully and didn't deserve his wife's disappointed look.
I did my best to smile as I closed the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "I can see you have news, and it isn't good. Go ahead and tell me. There is no sense in holding it back. You know I love you regardless."
His hand ran through my hair, and that look came over his face. I don't know what I did in my previous life to deserve that look. I certainly haven't done anything in this one to deserve it. I knew from our years together what that look meant. It meant unconditional love; it meant he thought I was the sexiest woman in existence, and it meant utter devotion. And, at that moment, it included guilt.
"I have to leave for the airport in an hour, Jane. Misco wants me in San Diego for the contract signing tomorrow. The big shots can't have their magic moment without the poster boy in attendance."
I kissed his lips with a smack, then leaned back. "I'm going with you."
He hesitated for a moment. "Yeh, about that. The Misco CEO insisted that we both attend. They're even paying for a private business jet to fly us out."
Suddenly, my attitude changed. "We get to fly in a private jet to San Diego? That sounds awesome! Surely, we can find a way to enjoy some alone time, can't we? Is anyone else going with us?"
I will admit that the first thing that occurred to me was joining the mile-high club with my sexy husband. How often does one get a chance like that? Fly west for hours on a private jet, have wild sex with each other, and arrive disheveled and sated while not caring what anyone thinks. That sounded like a fantasy come true.
"We'll have the plane to ourselves. I have no idea what the expectations are once we get there."
I snuggled against him. "Surely you have some idea?"
He shrugged. "If experience is any indication, I'll be relegated to a meeting room until such time as those with god-like vision deign to call on me to answer a question.
"I do know that Stan made it abundantly clear that I needed to go along to get along. His words were, "Don't piss them off. I don't want to get a phone call from their CEO telling me you were less than fully cooperative."
I stepped back, furious at the Lake Engineering CEO's bullshit remarks. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Fuck them, and fuck him! We don't need them. You know Lake Engineering's competitors would grab you up in a heartbeat. I'll support you all the way if you decide to leave."
He shook his head. "No, babe. I need to finish this. There's stuff in the works that may make it worth the effort. Please trust me on that. If it doesn't work out like I think it will, I will move on without a backward glance."
Daniel was convinced he was in for a substantial bonus. We didn't know then that he was in line for the CEO position. Stan would retire at the high point of my husband's success and leave the company leadership to Daniel. In addition, Daniel's company and Misco were considering a joint venture that Daniel would lead. Unknown to him or me, this trip would be his job interview.
He thought he was in line for a great bonus but didn't want me to know. He knew I was his biggest fan and would obsess about it. If he didn't get it, I would be pissed at Stan and ready to chew his ass up one side and down the other. He wouldn't put that burden on me, choosing to carry it on his firm, broad shoulders.
We boarded the plane confident in our individual understandings of the situation. Neither of us was even close to having a clue.
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I read the previous paragraphs and couldn't help but note the tone and language I used. I'm not that crusty, usually. I'm more like a sixties housewife than a new-age hot wife. I have been, and still am, ecstatically happy with my monogamous sex life. My husband is a fantastic lover, all I'll ever need, and much more than I ever expected.
I'm not inexperienced. I had some adventures before Daniel and I met, but they were of the suburban variety, rich in risk at the time but mundane in the telling. I was raised by people who made it clear you don't talk about such things, and you never do them. While I happened to love doing those things with Daniel, the conservative viewpoint was my usual façade. If a couple were to suggest wife swapping, I would be stunned and offended as an instinctive reaction. It's the reaction I had been trained to have my entire life.
I would never say cock, pussy, or blow job in front of anyone but Daniel. I love to filthy talk with him while he makes me orgasm so damn good. I tend to use those terms when I think of our sex life. It doesn't mean the world sees that side of me.
I was a conservative, professional wife, a little Miss Suburban Perfect. A successful businesswoman, a chef in the kitchen, and a wanton whore in our bedroom but a monogamous wife to the world. Most of that is still valid. Some of it, not so much.
We reached altitude, and an absolutely gorgeous woman entered the cabin with us. She smiled happily when she saw the two of us pretending we hadn't just a second ago been tongue wrestling. It's hard to be nonchalant about wiping wet lips, plump from kissing, and making it look like anything other than it is.
Daniel grinned at my evident mix of arousal and embarrassment. I felt the heat of my blush, but it didn't hold a candle to the heat he'd stirred in me further south.
She served us a wonderful dinner and did it well. She would appear, serve us, and then disappear. I thought it was terrific that she helped us experience this magic moment.
She took away the remains of our meal and brought us champagne. She smiled at me as she handed me my glass. "Many of our clients like to take a nap after dinner. I'll make up the bed for you before I go up front. If you need me, please use the call button. I won't be back until we're on approach in three hours."
She folded seats in the back of the plane and made up a nice bed. She smiled and winked at me as she went forward. The door closed behind her and latched. About a second later, Daniel's lips were latched on mine.
Things were going wonderfully! Daniel and I had shed our clothes in record time. He'd made me cum with his hand, his mouth, and his cock was busily completing the trifecta. As I tend to do, I was flailing around a bit and inadvertently hit the call button with my foot.
When the flight attendant walked in on us, I was orgasming my ass off and had no idea she was there. Daniel saw that I was hypersensitive and slipped his cock out in probably the most pornographic display the attendant had ever seen.
All I knew was that when I got my wits about me, my husband was standing in all his glory while our attendant was staring at his erection with huge eyes. She was speechless for several seconds, as were we. Her eyes stayed glued to my husband's cock like she was a hungry bird and his cock was the biggest, tastiest worm she'd ever seen. "I...I'm so sorry, but you pushed the call button! I didn't know!"
I waved a hand in front of her face, and she looked at me, startled. She turned beet red when she realized she'd been caught staring at my husband's raging erection.
I don't know what came over me. To this day, I don't understand why I did what I did. It was the last thing the conservative wife everyone knew would do. Daniel was standing at the end of the bed, perfectly content to let us handle things until his input was needed. He didn't bother trying to hide his genitals or the state they were in. It was too late for that. I'm sure that he hoped the situation would resolve itself without anyone feeling undue embarrassment.
I, on the other hand, was feeling decidedly mischievous. The woman was gorgeous. The way she was looking at my husband's cock left no doubt in my mind that she liked sex, especially with a well-hung man.
