"Please, Clint, please?" Barb begged as I prepared for bed. "I promise no one will know I am even there! I can get my mom to take care of Cindy and Kyle."
"Barb, the boss was extremely clear on this. He wants no wives anywhere near this convention. He suggested that he would fire anyone that brought their wife," I responded. "I know you always wanted to see San Francisco, but it will not be the weekend our company is there."
"I'll suck your cock, Darling. You always wanted me to do that," she teased. "If you take me I'll suck you off both nights, and even swallow!"
"Do you like living in a nice house? Do you like having a good car? Do you like being able to stay home and take care of the children?" I asked. "You know we cannot afford to lose this job! I was one of 250 applicants, for Christ's sake, Barb! I've only been there for a couple weeks."
Still the thought of Barb finally sucking me off after 12 years of marriage was a real temptation! She was a loving and sweet wife, but not willing to experiment or go much beyond the missionary position.
"I know I am being selfish, Clint, but one know I have always dreamed of going to Chinatown and Fisherman's Wharf and seeing the Golden Gate Bridge. Now you will be seeing all that while I am watching your children," she added.
Ever notice that they are your kids when the do something wrong or require some sacrifice. The minute the kid finds the cure for cancer, hits 75 home runs, or starts an internet company worth billions, it becomes her child.
"I promise I will take you there in the next couple years, Sweetheart. This is a business trip for me and I will not be sight seeing," I reminded her.
"Well, then I promise to suck you off sometime in the next couple of years, Clint," she laughed. "We both have something to look forward to now."
The next two weeks went quickly as I adjusted to my new job and prepared for my first trip for the company. I did not tell Barb that the reason the boss wanted no wives, under any conditions, was that he wanted all of us, and especially himself, to be free to get laid a few times without fear that someone would tell his wife, or anyone's wife. He well knew that once one woman found out what went on, all of them would know soon enough.
The boss, Ralph Lister, made it a point to stop in and make certain I understood the rule about a week before we were scheduled to leave.
"Yes sir," I answered. "My wife took it really hard because she always wanted to see San Francisco, but I explained it was not possible,"
"You did the right thing, Clint. I would not be happy to learn any of my employees went against my wishes here," agreed the boss. "I assume your wife is young and attractive and will have many years to enjoy trips with you."
"She is a looker, Mr. Lister, I have to admit. I'll have to introduce you sometime. You'll see I am not stretching it at all," I bragged.
Lister nodded and wandered down the hall, deep in thought. I could almost see the wheels turning. That was why he was so successful. He was always planning and preparing. He bragged that he could predict a person's actions after just hearing them described by a few other people. It was the reason he was so adept at negotiating.
We were scheduled to catch our flight early Friday morning and spend Saturday and Sunday in the hotel at the trade convention. We were leaving for home Monday morning.
The cab was waiting for me as I kissed Barb good-bye. She was trying to be a good sport but I could see it was eating her up inside.
"Remember, Barb, I have promised you will see San Francisco, and it will be sooner than you think," I pledged. "I love you and I will think of you all the time."
"You had better be thinking of me and how you will be showing me that town some day, Mister," she sighed. "I love you, too. Be careful and think of me."
I kissed her and hopped into the cab. It was a long flight and I was exhausted when we finally got to our hotel. I ate a quick meal with Mr. Lister and the other fellows and went to my room. I was glad we each had our own room. The other guys sounded like they were going to be carousing most of the night. I tried calling home and there was no answer. I left a message as I wondered where Barb and the kids were.
I had been sleeping for a few hours when I heard a knock at my door. Surprised I went over and opened it. To my eternal damnation and surprise, Barb rushed into my room!
"Barb! What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded. "How did you get here? Did anyone see you?"
"I flew out on the very next flight, Clint. A courier showed up right after you left and handed me a round trip ticket to San Francisco! I had won some kind of drawing, or something. I didn't have time to read it too closely. I called my mom and gave her the kids, packed a little overnight bag and caught the plane," she babbled. "Now I am in San Francisco!"
"Barb, Mr. Lister made me swear I would not bring my wife! If he catches you here, I will be fired. Those guys are going to be hiring hookers and don't want any wives to find out," I explained. If they find my wife here, I will be screwed!"
"They should all be ashamed of themselves," opined Barb. "I have half a notion to tell their wives!"
"Now you see why they do not want any wives!" I almost screamed. "These guys will be with working girls all weekend and do not want their wives to know. Do you understand that? If you tell on them, they will know you were here!"
"They never saw me, Clint. Tell them I am a cousin," suggested Barb.
"Damn it, Barb! That lie wasn't very good in high school. It would not fool any body. There is no way I can explain you being here in my room!" I groaned. "I will be fired. I may as well accept it."
"I have an idea, Clint! You said all the men will have working girls in their room. No one in your group has ever seen me, so they won't know I am not some whore you hired!" beamed Barb.
"So you are going to pretend to be a whore?" I asked. "What happens when they meet my wife in a week or two, or next month? Am I going to tell them I brought a whore back to be my wife and raise my kids? Did I kill their mother, or did she run off with an internet lover?"
"I saw a wig shop in the lobby, Clint! Hurry down and get a red one," she urged. "I will be a red headed whore this weekend. I will be touring the city all day and hide in the room all night, so no one is likely to even see me. Hurry down and get the wig! While you are gone, I will order some room service and take a shower."
It was a really weak plan, but I was not able to think of a better one. I grabbed my wallet and hurried down to the wig shop. I was surprised that it was only 8:30. Then I remembered the time change. It was like 11:30 on the east coast. I bought a cheap, very red wig, and quickly returned to the room.