This story is about a couple who, for twelve years had a very mundane marriage. They would probably have had a mundane marriage for another twelve years if I hadn't sent the husband off to Canada for a year.
Someone Would Win the Lottery.
At last, I had the promotion and the title I had been working ten years for. After leaving university with my Chemical Engineering Degree I had been slowly working my way up the same corporate ladder. I am now an Assistant Director of Engineering.
Then I was told that as part of the promotion package, I was being contracted for one year to our Parent Company's plant in Canada. That news was then softened a bit. Every three months I would be flown home for one month. Yippee, my wife would love that, I told myself when the meeting with my boss was over.
Rachel listened very attentively while I told her about my promotion. She knew first-hand how hard I had worked for it. Then she threw herself at me, congratulating me with a tumult of kisses. Rachel is a very emotional woman and I love her for it.
When I told her about the year's contract to the company's head office in Vancouver in Canada, her emotions changed to concern. "But that's over ten thousand miles away. I'll never see you for a whole year."
She perked up a bit when I told her I'd be coming home for one month every three months.
She was immediately down again. "I still won't see much of you, they'll have you stuck in that plant all day and probably all night if I know your boss."
I didn't say a word because that was exactly what I thought.
"Resign, that's it, you have to resign." From the look on Rachel's face, the problem was solved.
You see, there was a problem, a very big problem. My wife was always horny and I love her for it. Oh, she could hang on for a few days if really necessary. Like when I was away on a training course. Then all hell was let loose when I returned. Fortunately, I was always as eager as Rachel and well enough endowed to calm things down after a few hours.
That's why I knew I had a problem as soon as my boss told me about Canada. Don't get me wrong, Canada's fine. Just why did it have to be so bloody far away. What made it even worse was that our parent plane in Vancouver, was on the west coast.
As a newly promoted Assistant Director of Engineering, I was to receive a substantial increase in salary so I could afford to occasionally fly Rachel to Canada. The problem was, could she get the time off work and she's need to come at the very least, once a month. Then what would I do with her while she was there? I'd be working, probably just as many hours as I did here and she would go out of her mind and all for just a few days.
"I can't resign," I told her. "You know how long I've worked for it." I know, pathetic.
"No, of course, you can't resign, I know that." I'm sure she had also been thinking like me. I suppose it's something couples can do after being married for twelve years and loving each other as we do.
"Well, I'm not leaving for four weeks so that gives us a whole month to practice sexual abstinence."
Rachel immediately leapt onto me. "Gregory Draper, you are not getting even one day of sexual abstinence if I have my way." She started to prove it that night, eventually reducing me to a totally exhausted wreck.
The month before I left for England was a very busy one at work and a very demanding one at home. At home, my horny wife was much hornier than usual and my well-endowed cock was put to almost constant use. It wasn't all fucking and shagging, a lot of the time was gentle loving-making, usually after the fucking and shagging. I don't know how Rachel found out but apparently shagging is an old English word now used for fucking. I hope she wasn't worried about me doing any shagging over there.
Work was worse. As I cleared out my desk and the Human Resources department briefed me on living in Canada for a year, I was beginning to realise those big corporations are bastards.
They take a young, naïve graduate like me and offer them the world. Big salaries, big promotions, status in your profession. All are obtainable if you work hard enough. Then, when they start handing them to you, they want repayment. One repayment is your total commitment to the company. The result is usually, divorce. The wife has to take a very back seat to their husband's total commitment to the corporation that now owns him. My boss was divorced twice.
Spending a year in Canada was my first repayment. I knew there would be others unless I resigned. But I couldn't resign. One reason was the huge mortgage we had on the large house we had bought four years ago when I had my second promotion. We did it with the almost certainty of the one I'd just had if I continued working as hard. I now hated my Boss for being so reassuring at the time.
I knew that military wives often had to be alone for two years or more, but they usually had a support network of other military wives. Rachel didn't have that. We had a few married friends and some women she worked with. I knew I could ask her younger married sister, Debbie to look after her. But I had a problem with that because both of us suspected that Debbie and her husband were swingers.
Rachel and I eventually came up with a plan. She should continue going out twice a month with the girls from work and accept any invitations to evenings with our friends. I couldn't tell her I didn't want her to spend too much time with her sister. Then we discussed FaceTime and decided to have some at least every other day. If that wasn't possible for one of us then we would send a text to say so.
"When you get really horny, you must tell me about it," I told her. "Talk to me about it, we'll talk as dirty as you like. We could even masturbate in front of each other," I suggested.
Rachel looked at me like I'd spoken in a foreign language. "Masturbate. In front of each other. On FaceTime?"
"It's just a suggestion," I told her. "Anything to help you."
"Gregory Draper, you know that the only thing that will help me when I get really horny is a good fucking," she was very emphatic about that. "So, I don't think masturbating on FaceTime is going to help me much."
After I apologised for making such a ridiculous suggestion, we didn't discuss it any further.
When I left home by taxi for the airport, Rachel didn't hold it together. I almost didn't, but I did leave after lots of hugs and kisses and a lot of tears. The first night we had FaceTime I asked her how she did after I left.
"All right. I'm better now," she added.
The corporate bastards running the Canadian plant kept me so busy that I hardly had time to settle into the apartment allocated to me. The first week Rachel and I only had FaceTime twice.
When I called her on FaceTime Saturday night she was very nice to me, asking all about my week, and what my apartment was like. "It's a very small apartment," I told her. "Not much bigger than my bachelor pad at uni. If this week is anything to go by I won't be spending much time there."
"How are the people you're working with?"
"They seem all right but I haven't had time to socialise with any of them yet. Did you go out with the girls last night?"
"I wasn't going to until I got your text."
"Oh, well I'm glad I sent it in time. Was it a good night?" I had hoped she couldn't see that I was
Fishing and I could see that Rachel knew it.
"A good night for what, Darling?" The look on her face was priceless.
"Just asking, that's all."
After I'd been at the plant for six weeks it became obvious that when my three months came around I would only be flying home for two weeks, not the month I'd told Rachel. I didn't want to but I knew I had to tell her.
Our FaceTimes had been going well, I doubted that this one would. I was right. Immediately I told Rachel she was furious. The corporation I worked for was the most despicable bastard that ever lived. However much I apologised, it was all my fault.
"I'm going out with the girls tomorrow night and don't blame me if some guy gets lucky," was the last thing she said to me. My God, was she horny?
Thursday morning, I almost forced my way into the CEO's office. I'd met him a couple of times and he wasn't a bad guy, just a total corporate man through and through. "What can I do for you, Gregory."
'Mr Arnoldson, my wife needs me so I'm taking a week off and flying home, all at my expense," I added.
He hadn't taken his eyes off me. "Greg, it's Benedict. Now, what's the problem with your wife. Nothing serious, I hope?"
It was serious but how did I tell him that my wife was getting so horny she needed to be thoroughly fucked.
"Oh, I see. She's missing you already, and after only six weeks," his smile said it all.
Was it that obvious? "Yes, she is, so I'm booking a flight home tomorrow. I'm sorry it's such short notice but I don't have a choice."
"Um, that serious. I had that problem once." He told me with a knowing grin. "A long time ago now, got over it though. Do you want me to tell you how I got over it?" I reluctantly nodded.
He then called his PA and asked her to bring in a couple of cups of coffee and some biscuits. "I find a good cup of coffee always helps in these types of discussions. First, have you read all of your contracts?"
I thought I had, so I told him I had.
"Did you read clause twenty-three? I'm always telling them not to put it so near the end. Anyway, briefly, permission is only granted if you or an immediate family member has a serious medical condition or a member of your immediate family is dying."
"But you could give me permission?"
"How medically serious is your wife's condition?" he asked. "No, I thought not," he grinned at me again, just as his PA brought in the coffee and biscuits.
"Relax, enjoy your coffee, Audrey might be English but I have taught her to make a good cup of coffee and she has taught me how to make a cup of tea." I found his chuckle annoyed me.
As I drank what was a good cup of coffee, I knew Benedict was American, hence the coffee, and had been living in Canada for at least thirty years and for about ten years with his third wife who he'd met in Canada. So, whatever he was going to tell me hadn't saved his first marriage.
His biscuit eaten, he looked at me. "I assume you have told your wife something she didn't like very much?"
"Yes, I told her it would be home for only two weeks when my three months are up.
"And I take it your wife is getting a bit stir-crazy." There was that bloody grin again.
Oh well, I thought, he might as well know it all. "My wife is always horny and she's getting a lot more than just stir-crazy. She told me she was going out with the girls from work tomorrow and it was my fault if some guy got lucky."
