It was coming up on our fifteenth anniversary and our sex life had slowed to a crawl. I was working long hours six days a week getting my business off the ground. For twelve years I worked at the same job and was good at it. The company was in the package delivery business. The owner was grooming me to run the business as his children had no interest in it, but loved the money he paid them in their no-show jobs. During COVID the owner died and his heirs sold the company to a large nationwide delivery company. The new company was not interested in the small local businesses and would take the job and pass them off to small outfits. I took a chance and started my own company, unlike some of the other smaller companies. I. delivered seven day a week around the clock. So, I was at the company 12 to as many as 16 hours a day during the week and 6 to 8 on Saturday. I took off Sundays as my lead guy Jeff could handle it.
Jennifer was pushing for us to get away for a long weekend to celebrate our anniversary. I had set up to do just that and made the reservations in Atlantis City. We were at Logan Airport when I got a call, one of my trucks was involved in an accident with fatalities. There was no way I could go and told Jennifer to go and I would meet her there.
She was disappointed, but decided to go and enjoy the spa treatments and massage I booked for her. I figured I could get my lawyer to handle it once I had all the facts.
Turned out it wasn't going to be that easy, the cops were saying my driver ran the red light and were charging him with two counts of voluntary manslaughter. That meant my company was responsible and my insurance may not cover the award.
When I got to the scene the accident investigation team was already trying to reconstruct what happened. I had called my agent when I was waiting for a cab at the airport. The woman the insurance company sent to investigate took me aside and suggested I leave and not talk to anyone about the accident. To refer the police and anyone else to my lawyer.
When I tried to protest, she reminded me I wasn't there, so I didn't know what happened. I took her advice and left, but I did stop at my lawyer's office.
I called Jennifer and told her I would have to stay possible the whole weekend. She suggested she come home, I told her to stay and have fun, she likes playing the slots and watching people playing table games.
A friend I went to BC with was a cyber geek that owned a company that did background checks on people. He saw my company name on an on-line news story and called me. He wanted to know very one involved in the accident, the cops assigned to the case and the woman from the insurance company.
He found webcam video that showed the accident, my guy had the green light not the red the three witnesses claimed. It was a month later he uncovered the two dead guys both female and the one male witness, were part of a ring that caused accidents, two in a vehicle and the other three as witnesses. Only this time they chose a truck that was no match for the compact they rented.
I came home with roses and champagne and told Jennifer we were going out. We had dinner and stopped at a club that had dancing, I am not good at ballroom dancing, but Jennifer loves it. When we go, I am ok with her dancing with other men that know how to do all those Latin dances.
Though we hadn't been in a while some of the regulars recognized us and soon, she had her dance card filled. It was 1AM when we got home and Jennifer was feeling frisky, the problem was I had been up since 4AM and needed to be at work by 7AM. On the way home I had the Red Sox game on, they were on the West Coast and the score was tied. They brought in a relief pitcher that had been having trouble finding the strike zone. I commented they had a kid up from the minors that had great control and hundred mile an hour speed on his fast ball. Jennifer said he is young they may not trust him. Then I said the words she said to me an hour later. I told her they should play him or trade him.
When I told her I had to get up early and since I had been up since 4AM. I needed to get some sleep.
That is when she said: "Play me or trade me."
That took me by surprise and I started to think, it seemed every time I took her so she could dance at that club, she was extra frisky when we would get home. Most times I am just as eager, but tonight I was just too worn out, then it hit me. Her dance partners were turning her on and I enjoyed watching them with her.
I realized at times I would get hard watching them doing some of the more sexual looking dances. Their hands tracing her body or with her back against him with her hands reaching back on their hips as if she wants to feel their cocks pressing against her ass. At times when she would be turned away from me. it almost looked as if their hands were instead of running down the sides of her body. They were going down the front of her body, could they have been feeling her tits.
She had gone in the shower as I continued wondering if she was allowing them to enjoy her tits and was, she pulling them close to feel their cocks. My cock was rock hard just thinking about being able to watch them doing it. Then it hit me did I want to watch them having sex with her.
My body answered that when she came out and said: "I see you changed your mind?"
I said: "Why do you say that?"
She replied: "Your cock is hard and I have never seen you drip so much pre-cum before."
I looked down and saw I was flowing never mind dripping.
She dropped to her knees to suck my cock. I stopped her because if she did, I would shoot my load with in seconds and told her so.
She asked: "What has you so wound up?"
I said: "You know how you said to play you or trade you?"
She said: "Ya, why?"
I said: "When you said to me play me, your trade me, the trade me part were you thinking divorce or letting you have affairs with other men or take a long-term lower?"
She said: "To be honest, I just said it after hearing you use the term about that young ball player. I really hadn't thought about it. What are you getting at? You asking me if I would like us to open our marriage."
I told her: "Maybe half open."
She asked me: "What the hell is half open? How do you have a half open marriage?"
I told her: "I guess that's not the right term. I think I need you to answer some questions for me to help me figure out what I'm trying to say please don't lie and know, whatever you say will not upset me. You only need to look at the condition of my cock right now to know that's the truth."