Her husband got transferred to Fortaleza on the north coast of Brazil. It was a pleasant enough city, favored with colonial charm and lovely beaches, and although it lacked the cachet of Rio, it didn't have the traffic congestion or rampant crime. They found a nice apartment on the beachfront and got the boy enrolled in the International School. She was happy. So much so that they decided to try to have another child. Their sex life had always been good, but with the new home and the new plan they ramped it up several notches, getting it on nearly every night, and sometimes in the afternoon. They were both very attractive and very fit and they were very much in love. He was tall and buff and handsome and she was an absolute babe - pretty face, big brown eyes, great legs, and a curvaceous body with the bust and butt of a lingerie model. He had a 'you first' approach to lovemaking, and always made sure she had an orgasm before her fucked her, and often another one before he got his. She liked giving head almost as much as getting it, and he was a willing participant in both of those, plus the occasional role-playing and experimentation they included in their repertoire.
She joined the parents' committee at the school and became very active in planning events and doing the fundraising and promotional bits. He assumed a leadership role in the local chamber of commerce. They played on the volleyball team in a league with diplomats and businesspeople from the expat community. They spent the weekends on the beach or at the yacht club and became instantly popular because they were so nice and pleasant to look at. Both enjoyed the attention their spouses got; he took pride in the way his male friends reacted to her luscious body when on display in a tiny Brazilian thong bikini, and she enjoyed the jealousy of the other wives who openly admired her husband's physique. It was a good life, and they were as content as a healthy young couple could be.
As they were trying to conceive, she kept close track of her ovulation and made sure she got a good serving of tadpoles on her fertile days. This month her period was late, so she knew she could be pregnant or if not, and she was just late, she would soon be entering her non fertile period and in either case she couldn't conceive for another cycle. That's when Judy called her to ask for a favor.
"We need you, Babe," she said. "The principal is on leave, the vice is sick, and someone has to go to the International School conference in Brasilia next week. You are the one in the parent group that really knows what's going on and can advocate for our school. You have the best chance to get us the allocation we need to meet this year's budget. Please!"
"Gee..., I guess I could, if you think I can handle it. Michael will get back tomorrow, so he can take care of the little one... Can the board cover expenses?"
"Yes, of course! We can book a flight for Monday with return in three days and get you a hotel reservation. Thank you so much. I'm so relieved we can have a representative at the conference. So good that Michael is back."
"Well, he'll be back tomorrow, but it's cool because he will be here while I'm gone."
"Oh, he isn't back yet..? I thought I saw him at the airport this morning."
"No, he's in tomorrow..," she said, with a hollow feeling in her stomach. "Tomorrow."
"OK then," said Judy. "It must have been someone else... But thanks so much. I will get back to you with the flight details and hotel confirmation."
She hung up with an uncomfortable wave of doubt rolling through her. He had called to confirm his return date and Judy knows him well enough to recognize him for sure. Could it be that he had returned earlier and not told her? And if so, why..? She waited for him to come in and surprise her, but he did not so she thawed a frozen pizza and went to bed.
The next day he came home from the evening flight and dragged in looking tired, which was to be expected after a long business trip, and give her a big hug and kiss, as per normal. They had dinner and went to bed. She cuddled up against him and gave all the signals, but he didn't respond, which was rare, having been away for a week. She was troubled and told him so in the morning. He said he had just been burnt out from the trip and slid down between her legs and went to work with his tongue. She reacted as usual with a quick orgasm, then they linked bodies and fucked like newlyweds. His cock was hard and delicious and familiar, and she humped him avidly until she climaxed again and absorbed the blast of jism that he gave her - welcomed but too late to catch an egg.
She sensed something was different afterward, and he seemed odd somehow and even a little awkward. She asked about his trip and if he had anything out of the ordinary to share, but he just shrugged and said, "Same old same old, just more of it." She accepted that and said, "OK. Only one thing. Just tell me if you ever stop loving me." He smiled and swore he never would, repeating his wedding vow: "Always and Forever."
They had a normal weekend, spent mainly on the beach and at the club. There were no signs of anything out of the ordinary, and he was his normal loving and attentive husband self. She didn't mention her suspicions or that she was in the gap period, but it seemed irrelevant now and they had lots of satisfying sex, so she put her concerns to rest. For now. On Monday she caught an early flight to Brasilia, content, but still a little worried. Did he have a 'layover' on the way home..? Maybe. And OK, if he has had a fling, she would have to accept it, having been there herself. She didn't like thinking about it, and certainly didn't want to go into some kind of "open marriage" relationship, but whatever happened, her love was strong enough to endure, and she was sure his was too. She dozed off in peace.
There was a skinny guy in the arrival lounge holding a sign "American International School." She approached him and joined a small group of what were obviously AIS conferees. They filed into a maxi-van and settled into the three rows of passenger seats. She scooted in next to a matronly type who introduced herself as Joyce from Porto Alegre. The passenger on the other side was a distinguished black man in a blue suit who smelled of Bay Rum. He reached out a hand, "Damien Daniels, from AIS headquarters in New York. I'm here to conduct the review of Brazilian schools." He was about 40, fit, and quite handsome.
She took his hand and gave her name, feeling a bird fluttering in her chest. Damn! Dude was a hunk. She did her best to maintain a professional demeanor as they made small talk and admired the scenery. Joyce chipped in from time to time but was largely ignored. She said little. He noted that she was a very attractive young lady, with a bundle of dark curly hair, large brown eyes, thick lashes, and full unpainted lips in a strong but delicate jaw. When they stepped out of the van, he noted that Joyce was the typical matronly sort he was used to among the schoolteachers and administrators, but the young one... Wow. He saw her slim well-rounded figure and thought '
Shee-it! That's the kind of educators we need.'
He kept his thoughts to himself and focused on the purpose of his trip as introductions were made all around and he established his role as the International School auditor. There were about twenty in the group that gathered in the hotel lobby. Daniels welcomed them all, reviewed the schedule and asked them to reconvene for the dinner buffet. Small talk ensued as they clustered around the check-in counter and the clerk ran through the reservations for the block of rooms on the tenth floor. Her name was not on the list.
"But my school made a reservation last week..."
