"Do you have everything?" Susan asked, seeing her husband folding and laying his tee shirts in his bag.
"God, I hope so. Every trip I have to pick something up I forgot." He looked over at his beautiful wife. "Are you sure you don't want to go? I checked and there are available seats on the flight." He thought about being a week away from the love of his life. Susan was tall, slender, and athletic - just as she was when they met in college. He never had trouble dating beautiful women, even dated Miss Connecticut for a while, but Susan was different. Something set her above the women he had been with, something...He'd assumed he'd never have a shot with her, but when she asked him out their senior year at Harvard, he was stunned. Head of the cheerleading squad, head of her sorority, and even later, class valedictorian or Sophia something award winner. But it was her looks. Her long dark hair that glowed red in the sun, her deep green (or rather hazel, what the fuck is hazel?) eyes that seemingly stripped away any pretense, and ah, those lips...full, perfectly shaped for kissing, kissing, and other things.
They, well, to be accurate, he met her one night at a popular watering hole. She must have lost a bet or a dare and was drunk for the first time in her life...passed out drunk. David saw three boys bearing down on the girl he'd seen and admired, staggering, then collapsing on a seat, her dress pulling up to her waist as she fell and felt instant panic for her. He rushed over looking entitled, shoved by the three leering boys, and immediately grabbed her, telling the boys he needed to get his sister back to her house. They backed off, putting their hands out as he stepped between them. He straightened her dress to cover her thighs and made sure she was decent before carrying her out. To be fair, he didn't feel like a knight in shining armor seeing her sheer tiny thong-covered, fully shaved mound, but he stifled the urge to study that. He had to carry her back to her house and found himself holding her hair, (I know, right? What a cliché.) as she puked all night in the bathroom. Later, in the morning, he got some of her sisters to put her to bed and headed back to his apartment to get some sleep, assuming he'd never see her again.
Weeks later, he was heading to one of his classes when we saw her with one of her sisters. The girl frantically pointed to him and yelled out, "That's him!" He remembered the feeling of joy when Susan ran over and hugged him...hugged him with dozens of his business major classmates looking on enviously. This dark-haired goddess looked at him, thanked him, and asked if she could perhaps make up for how horrible she'd been and take him to dinner.
David remembers stammering, as if he'd never talked to a beautiful woman before, but accepted the invite. He wished he had a video of the evening because all he remembered was how beautiful she was. How perfectly she bit into her food. How flawlessly she chewed. How she looked into him and knew she could tell when he was being fully honest, or perhaps hiding, evading some truth. By the end of the evening, he'd been laid bare and was so in love he could never imagine even so much as chatting with another woman. When they graduated, for some reason she joyfully yelled "Yes!" when he knelt, holding out a ring. No joy would ever top what he'd felt at that time.
He loved his job. He loved how he was the head troubleshooter that was so in demand, but those demands made him have to be onsite all over the world. He looked at Susan with the same feelings he'd had six years earlier and hoped she'd changed her mind about going with him.
Susan shook her head sadly. "You know I can't. I have to face the stupid HOA at their meeting next Wednesday. I wish you were going. You are a lot better at...you know, making words sound good." She grinned, putting a finger against her lower lip as she cocked her incredible hips.
David wanted to toss the bag he was packing on the floor and make love to that long-legged beauty, but, being an adult..."Sorry, Betty Boop, I have an entire corporation breathlessly awaiting my rushing to..." he reached over and grabbed his plane ticket, "...Frankfurt to save the day." He shook his head, "I'm not whining. I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the world. I have a great job, the most beautiful wife in the world, and a huge dick that drives her wild." He grinned at her, "What more could I ask for?"
"That's what I love about you," Susan smiled, "Your honest self-assessment. You know you can save the day in Germany, and...yeah, you keep telling yourself that about the last two."
"Ok, but going by empirical evidence, how did you put it last night? 'Oh yeah, Oh God, fuck me with that fat cock of yours, drive that shaft into me. Make me your bitch.' I think I got that right." He grinned.
"It was, 'Oh God, fuck me with that big cock of yours, make me your bitch.' I know, because I've been practicing that with Travis, that cute kid next door. He really thought it hit the right note." Susan posed again, her finger on her lip.
David chuckled and pointed to the bedroom trash can, "I know you're lying because there are no used condoms in there, and it hasn't been emptied in a few weeks. Ha!"
"Silly boy, you're thinking of Trevor, Travis's dad. Travis never uses protection. God! You really need to get out and meet the neighbors. That's a difference between you and me. I put myself out there. Anyhow, what time does your ride get here? I need to see if Travis is available this evening." Susan giggled.
"Sorry, not for 40 minutes."
"Ok, I should probably get myself ready." Susan reached under her tee-shirt and undid and pulled her bra out through the arm hole, "Travis ruined a couple of these already. I can't afford to buy new ones. Who chews off a bra? That was cute the first time..."
David looked at those perky breasts, snugly cupped by the tight tee shirt, those nipples that were currently trying to rip through the cotton, and groaned, "Oh God, seeing you like that might make my TSA screening a bit weird." He laughed as he picked up his bag and headed downstairs.
Susan shook her head, thinking of the game they play every time he leaves town. You'd think he'd want to leave reassured he has a faithful wife dutifully waiting for him but instead he apparently gets excited thinking she's with another man. Strangely enough, with this routine, she still never thought about ever cheating on her David. She knew the thoughts kept him busy when he was all alone, but she shuddered thinking how terrible it would be if she ever did the things she teased him about. She went over to the bar and poured him a scotch, another part of his routine. David was never quite comfortable flying and a single drink seems to relax him.
David sat down, thanking Susan for the drink, "You're not having one? Or wine?" He asked as she sat down next to him.
She put her head on his shoulder and stroked his thigh, "No, not on an empty stomach. I hate it when you leave. I mean, I understand it, but you are often 14 hours away and it just seems so far." She looked up at her husband, "I really miss you...already."
"Hey, I'll be home in a week and if the neighbors don't wear you out, perhaps I could make it up to you." He chuckled as he pulled her sliding hand onto his growing cock.
Susan gripped the shaft, thinking that's the positive part of him being away for a week at a time, he always is so intense, so powerful when they make love when he gets back. She felt herself getting wet just thinking how hard he can get after a week, how impatient he is to plunge into her. Her best orgasms are when she's roughly fucked and taken. She unconsciously unzipped David's pants and pulled out his nice cock. As she stroked it, she memorized the flared head, the plump veiny shaft, the pink slit, and the area just below that was so sensitive for him. How many times was she rewarded with jets of sperm just flicking her tongue there?
David groaned feeling those lips wrap around his cock. He'd imagined his next relief would be hours away in his lonely hotel room, but this was nice. He held her hair back, thinking this was so much better than being alone in a strange city. As he gently left her hair he slid a hand under her tee and felt those diamond-hard nipples and knew it was driving her wild as he teased them.
Susan pulled off her husband's cock and yanked her tee-shirt off and dove back down on his cock. She tried to get as much down her throat as she could but settled for half. She lifted her arm up onto the couch, giving David full access to her right breast, her more sensitive one. As she swallowed the leaking cum, she had a flash of actually letting Travis perhaps come over to help with some chores and instantly needed to dive her free hand into her shorts. She felt her slick, oily pussy lips that she'd always kept perfectly shaved, and moaned on David's cock. As she felt her sensitive nipple being pulled and as she stroked her clit, she pulled her mouth off David's cock, "God, David, you have to fuck me. I don't have to cum since there isn't much time, but I can't wait a week to have you inside me." She looked up at him as she rapidly stroked his cock.
David looked at his watch and nodded quickly. As his wife jumped up and pulled off her panties and shorts, he lifted his ass and pulled his dress pants down to his knees. He stroked his cock as he focused on that clamshell pussy he'd first seen in the bar. Still the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen.
As Susan straddled her husband, she had a quick rush seeing her twat about to be impaled by a man in a suit. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'My favorite fantasy.' As she dropped down, burying that cock inside her, she pulled David's hands off her ass and onto her tits. "Play with these. I want you to remember what they feel like, what this nice tight cunt feels like. I want you to think about what you have at home...That's it, baby, fuck your wife's pussy." As she ground down hard against his pelvis, she cooed, "Feel that baby? You're pressed against my cervix, God damn, you're big. I want to feel your cum."
David was thrusting harder and harder in response to his writhing wife, wondering what inspired this, but hell, whatever it is he wanted this to be part of every trip out of town. He grabbed those fleshy mounds and felt his balls ache, knowing he should hurry, but holding back...'ooohhh, yes holding...this is going to be intense.' He thought as his hips thrust upwards.
Susan felt she was close, but knew David was closer, and that was fine. She'd finish off after he left using his cum as an added lubricant, remembering doing this a lot in the past. As she waited for David's explosive release she was jolted out of her lustful haze by the sound of her husband's phone.
David stopped thrusting, agonizing frustration feeling all his excited nerves die down. He reached under and pulled out his phone, "David. Hey Jennifer, really? That's great but, I have to leave for the airport in ten minutes. I don't have...What, Oh crap. Hang on!" He tapped Susan on the shoulder mouthing, 'My boss is on his way.' "Ok, Jennifer, thanks. I'll hold off until he gets here."
Susan jumped up and spun around trying to find her shorts and yanked them on as David tried to pull up his pants one-handed. She knelt down in front of him and pulled them up, snapped, zipped, and buckled. Still kneeling, she found her tee, and pulled it on, not realizing it was inside-out. When David got off the phone, she looked up ruefully at him. "What is going on?" She looked where she was and laughed, "Ok, I hope your boss doesn't walk in now."
David shook his head, smiling at his beautiful wife, "That was Jennifer and the test results for Frankfurt came back and she said my boss is driving them over." He picked up his scotch and took a sip, "Anyhow, they were going to email it to me, but now I'll be able to study them on the plane." He paused, "Why did she say my boss is driving them over? He's in Palm Springs."
Susan looked at herself and put her arms across her chest, "I'd better go get dressed." She pulled her arms away showing half-inch-long bumps sticking out.
David laughed, "God, yes. If it's Rich, he'll probably have a heart attack." He went over to the mirror to check himself out when the doorbell rang. He looked over to Susan realizing she'd never get by the front foyer without being seen, so she fled back to the kitchen.
