"Will you please drop me at the airport on Friday, honey?" Becky asked me as she poured coffee for me looking at the itinerary for her trip to Chicago on the phone.
It was the annual meeting of the American Society of Clinical Oncologists this weekend. She had spent the last few nights putting finishing touches on her presentation.
I looked at her as I sat on the dining table. My wife was so pretty! Golden blonde hair, flawless complexion betraying her Swedish Italian heritage, beautiful blue eyes. I have been hopelessly in love since I saw her on the first day of medical school. At 5 foot 8 inches, she had the figure of an athlete having played varsity tennis through college.
This morning she was wearing a white silk top and black work pants. She always dressed conservatively for work. But as she reached Into the cupboard to put back the bag of coffee beans, I could see her armpits and the swell of her breasts with the bra strap pressing into her soft skin. I set the newspaper down and walked up behind her. Pulling her close to me, I brushed aside her hair to kiss her long neck. Turning toward me, she smiled and gave me a long kiss.
"I have to be the luckiest woman in the world, John. I love you so much." She pulled herself into my arms and just stood there for a few seconds breathing contentedly. "But I have to run or I'll be late, sweetheart. How about tonight I make it up to you?" I reluctantly let her go.
"What time do you get off work on Friday?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. I can take you to the airport." I told her. Then I remembered my schedule. I wouldn't be done with my surgeries until 8 pm at the earliest. "Oh, sorry baby. I'm stuck in the OR until late that day."
"OK, let me ask Sarah if I can ride with her. You know, she is taking Mike with her. Unlike my husband, he agreed to go with her," she said with a mock complaining smile.
"Oh, sweetie! I am already feeling bad not being able to come with you this weekend. Don't make me feel worse."
She rushed back from the door to give me an affectionate peck. "I know, baby. You are busy with your own dinner meeting this Saturday. I will miss you."
That Friday after finishing at 9 pm, I came home and showered. It had been an exhausting day of surgeries but now I felt better. I poured a glass of wine, warmed up my dinner and lay down in bed. Flipping through the channels on TV for ten minutes, I realized I missed the sweet smell and warmth of my wife next to me. As if on cue, the phone rang. It was Becky on FaceTime. "Hi sweetie!" she beamed. "Can you help me choose between these two tops?"
She had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in her boy shorts and bra holding a red silk top and a flowery blue one. Four years being married to her, and she had the power to turn me on instantaneously. I smiled picking the red one. " Where are you off to?" I asked.
"Some club downtown. I was really not that keen but Sarah insisted."
"Who's going?"
"Sarah and Michael, and a few others from NYU and Mt Sinai."
Placing the phone against the lamp on the bed side table, she put on the red top and said, "What do you think?" Then looking a little uncertain, she said, " I'm not sure. I don't think this is appropriate. It's too revealing."
It was a halter top. It did show a lot of skin - her lovely shoulders and the top and sides of her breasts.
Before I could answer, there was knock on the door. Becky walked to the door and asked who it was.
It was Sarah. She walked in saying, " You're still in your underwear? We are meeting in the lobby in 15 min."
Becky stood in front of the mirror. " What do you think of this top, Sarah?"
"It's perfect! You look very sexy. Look at me. I'm also wearing a halter top."
Indeed, Sarah looked sexy too in a black halter top and a short black skirt. She was maybe an inch shorter than Becky and had a bubbly personality with an infectious laughter. She had a similar built as Becky but wavy brown hair and fuller breasts.
Sarah gave Becky a naughty slap on her bum, then brushed her shoulders with her hands. "You'll be turning a few heads tonight. Too bad John is not here." Then she ran out of the room.
Becky came over to the phone. "OK, red one it is then, is that fine, baby?"
"Of course," I said, watching her has she stepped into a knee length black skirt. "Have fun, baby. I love you." Then I winked and said, "But not too much fun."
"I have my eyes only for you, sweetheart." She smiled and blew me a kiss. "Ok baby, talk to you later. Bye."
I turned off the light and fell off to sleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later with the phone ringing. It was Sarah FaceTiming. "Hi, John!"
She and Becky were standing cheek to cheek dancing to loud music. The floor was darkly lit and full of people moving to a seductive beat. The girls were giggling.
"Hi, love!" It was Becky. "We're missing you."
Mike peeked in from behind with an arm around the girls, holding a drink in his hands. He pulled Sarah in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then said, "Hey, John! You don't know what you're missing"
Becky looked at Mike and Sarah kissing, turned to me and blew me a kiss. "Missing you, baby". Then there was flashing movement on the phone as Sarah kept dancing and I could hear both girls giggling before the line was cut. It was clear they were all tipsy.
I felt a pang of jealousy. Unsettled, I kept tossing and turning until I fell asleep.
The phone rang again. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the time. It was 2.15 am. Becky came on FaceTime. "Hi sweetheart!"
She was back in her hotel room. She was wearing her soft silk sleep pajama shorts and a loose cami top that came down to her belly button. I could see her nipples through the translucent material.
