My wife Michelle is pretty great. She's 38 and owns her own business. She started a 24 hour gym in our town after our youngest started kindergarten. She always worked hard to stay in shape after both our kids were born. She would go to the local gym, but was frustrated by the poor management. Any time she made a request or suggestion on how to improve things they laughed her off and told her not 'worry her pretty little head' about it. As soon as Andrew started school she put her business plan in place. I make good enough money for us to live on, but the money she earns makes a big difference. I make more than she does now, but if her plans to expand go well she could be earning much more than me in ten years.
I work in sales for the manufacturing plant in town. We make pipes, faucets and other plumbing supplies. There is a huge foundry in town that supplies every hardware store and plumber in a five hundred mile radius. Of course, I don't work in the foundry; I work in sales. I meet with supply chain executives and determine what their needs are and how best we can meet those goals. I'm on the road most days and I'm sleeping away from home an average of two nights per week. I'm generally home on the weekends, but most weeks start with a trip so I'm usually sleeping in a hotel room Monday night.
We have two boys, Tom and Andrew. Thomas Jr. is in 7th grade and is a pretty good point guard on the basketball team. Andrew is in 4th grade and plays soccer, but is more interested in playing the drums. I make their games whenever I am in town. Michelle does the hard work of getting them to sports practice, but she has a more flexible schedule anyway. Most of her work is making sure the gyms are cleaned and staffed, checking schedules, hiring workers and so on. Most of the work she does is in the background. She has some good instructors she met from when she worked as a personal trainer, and they are the visible faces of the gym.
Our marriage was always good. My wife is a knock-out. She blond and 5' 8" with a flat stomach and a tight butt. She works out regularly and makes me the envy of all the guys. Our bedroom was reliable but never exciting. When she opened her gym things really slowed down. She was affectionate and loving, but I became a lower priority for her. Kids were always most important for her, but it seemed lately that I was less important than her work. At night she would stay up late filling out spreadsheets and reviewing surveillance tapes. Every night after dinner she'd stop by the gym to check for cleanliness and get the tapes. She'd spend an hour checking the footage while she did her paperwork. Many nights I'd be asleep before she came to bed. Her mother helped watch the kids when I was traveling, though they were pretty self-sufficient at this point.
Things changed a few months ago when I was on an out of town trip. There was a regional show I went to in St. Louis. Our company sent three people; Clyde from production, Sally from marketing and myself. Clyde was an old warhorse who had been with the company forever and knew everybody. I was sharing a hotel room with him, but he spent all his time in the bar drinking with old friends. He was almost sixty and was big and round. When I had questions that needed answers I just sent him a text and he got back to me. It was important that he be at the show, but he didn't do much specifically. Mostly I spent the day at our table with Sally talking to vendors. It was a long day and when things ended I needed a drink. Sally and I went out for dinner and drinks.
After dinner and a few drinks we started talking about our marriages. Sally was a bit older than me and on her second marriage. She asked about Michelle and I and eventually we got onto the topic of how adventurous our sex life was. She shared that her husband liked it when she flirted with men. Apparently he liked to hear her tell stories about having sex with other men. I was stunned. I couldn't believe that a man would get excited about his wife having sex outside of marriage. I told Sally that I would never stand by while my wife cheated. Sally pointed out that it wasn't cheating, since Bob knew about it. I told her that I just couldn't believe it. She just laughed.
Sally said she would prove it to me. We paid for our meal and drinks and she took me to her room and told me to sit down and listen. Then she proceeded to call her husband Bob.
"Hello, lover."
"Yes, I'm in my hotel room."
"No. I'm not alone."
"Actually, it's Thomas from work. He didn't believe that you let me do those things."
"He's just sitting here watching me."
"Do you think so?"
"Okay." Sally reached down and took her shoes off. "I took my shoes off. Now what?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir." Sally reached up under her skirt and removed her panty hose and her underwear. She looked me straight in the eye and said into the phone "They're off."
Sally continued to look me in the eye. "Yes, sir." she said into the phone. She slid her hand under her skirt and started rubbing herself. I just sat there in the chair not saying a word while Sally masturbated. Sally was looking at me and talking softly in to the phone. "Unh-huh."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
Her hand started unbuttoning her blouse. She opened her shirt, pulled her bra down and started playing with her nipples.
"Oh yeah."
Her hand returned under her skirt though I had a complete view of her pussy. "I'm getting close, baby." I was gripping the arms of my chair tightly. Sally's eyes were half open as she watched me and masturbated.
"I don't know. I think so."
"Thomas? Are you hard? Do you like watching me?"
I nodded.
