Author's Foreword: Many thanks to constructive criticisms given on previous works.
What follows is a mystery story about the murder of one body and two souls. It probably will be my last submission in the 'Loving Wives' category though I have a dozen plots suitable for others that I may decide to write.
*
Lisa Dominick and Gerald Jackson were couple 397 in the New England Regional Finals Ballroom Dance championship. Outside the downtown Boston hotel the weather was frightful that cold Saturday, December 8, 2013, but inside the fans were noisy and the dancers were radiating lots of body heat to give off the a sense of the place being cozy. This Latin set found Lisa and Gerald competing with two other couples for the Latin Championship. Both were already drop-dead exhausted since they had danced and won the Smooth Championship earlier that evening. But, they were so driven to win until they used their last ounce of energy to dance a fiery Cha-cha. Afterwards, they collapsed on a couch in the Dancers waiting area to rest until the judges decision was announced.
After the contestants were called back on the floor Lisa and Gerald were named Latin Champions - although not a first, it was unusual for the same couple to win first place awards in two divisions.
Afterwards, each dancer went to their separate hotel room to shower and change out of costumes and put on street clothes. Then the round of congratulatory parties started as the champions were toasted in four separate rooms of the hotel. At 1:30 A.M. Gerald and Lisa staggered to their separate rooms and collapsed into a deep sleep.
At 10 A.M. they met as planned in the hotel restaurant and had breakfast, sitting at the same table with friends who happened to be there. When the friends left Lisa said to her partner, "I am fucking tired of talking about dancing. I want to talk about screwing you to complete exhaustion, you hunk of a man. Go on to your room and I will join you in 10 minutes. "
Gerald looked up with an 'Oh Boy!' expression on his face and said, "That very thought was on my mind. But, any chance that Tom will come to the hotel today - to congratulate us perhaps?"
"No, in a phone conversation this morning he said, 'Tell Gerald I said congratulations too, if you would. I am going over to Harry's house for a football party watching the Patriots so I might not be home when you arrive.'"
Gerald said, "Good. I will see you in 10 minutes," as he stood to leave the table.
Lisa Dominick was a natural dancer, married to a hard working civil engineer, Tom Dominick. By his own admission, Tom had 'two left feet' on the dance floor. He welcomed and mostly financed Lisa's competitiveness in the dance world. He had met her partner several times, and liked Gerald Jackson. Once he even went to a black tie dance to watch his wife and Mr. Jackson perform for 500 people. The husband never once became jealous as Gerald had his hands all over Lisa's body on the dance floor. Privately, Tom thought Gerald was a closet Gay. On the contrary, Tom was happy to hang out with college alumni friends and go to ball games that the Pros and his Alma mater played locally - naively confident that his wife loved him only.
Lisa had had her breast augmented and nose fixed so that she was a beautiful natural blond. Her hard as steel petite body and her extreme level of energy made every male and many females at St. Joseph's hospital, where she worked, hit on her. She expected it and no longer was aware that it was happening. She was employed on the hospital administration staff and supervised the supply room staff and its accounts payable section. The non-medicine vendors called on her to solicit business from the Hospital. All of her small staff, to a person, where she was plagued with high personnel turnover, considered her a first class BITCH and no one could be found who would have a kind word to say about her. The scuttlebutt was that a senior hospital official enjoyed her charms allowing her to keep her lucrative job though lacking minimal qualifications. When Lisa was idle she would day-dream about Gerald and her competing at Blackpool England - the home of ballroom dancing - someday.
It was December 11th, Wednesday, and she reminded herself that George MacDonald would be here in the early afternoon since it was the second Wednesday of the month. She grimaced because she really did not want to see George today, since she was still in a state of euphoria after Saturday night's win. George was a wholesale hospital supply salesman with his only distinguishing feature being that he had a 11 inch cock which she had enjoyed once each month for five years.
For the past 6 months, however, she had started pursuing ballroom dance competitions and wanted to smoothly terminate the affair with George so that only her dance partner and her husband would be her lovers. Lisa dreamed that George was out of her life and that at some point in the future she wanted to divorce Tom as well so she and Gerald could travel the world competing and performing exhibitions. She asked herself, ["But what to do about George?"] She decided that she would break off with him abruptly today after they enjoyed their one last fuck.
MacDonald arrived and sat across Lisa's desk and any passers by would only hear routine supply business talk. Then as usual, they both toured the supply stores warehouse.
As they walked through the hospital stores she said, "George, you are history and so am I. See those contractors over there? They are digitizing the hospital stores so that all of our supplies will come in 'just in time.' There will be automatic re-orders eliminating your job and my job. Are you ready for that?"
"Frankly, no...., but its the future and I don't know what I can do about it."
Then the conversation switched to the dance championships over the weekend. She said, "I am still high from our having won two divisions in the dance competition this past weekend."
As George - who was a social dancer with his wife - was looking at pictures taken at the awards ceremony and a brochure describing the dance competition he said, "Congratulations to you, Miss Lisa, as I know you have worked very hard to achieve this - and have spent a lot of money for the lessons and the costumes. I hope your husband helped you pay for it all."
She displayed her very naughty smile and whispered, "Oh to be sure he did and does, he is such a sweetie, what would I do without him? In fact we want to participate in the National finals and that will cost about 5 thousand for costumes and and another five thousand for training and travel. I intend to keep him drained dry and his soul on fire until he agrees to cash one of our retirement funds so Gerald and I can compete in Ohio."
They both chuckled at that and then continued with the tour. Lisa would call out a quantity and an article and George would record it in his order book as they continued to examine stock levels in the supply stores. In the very back of the warehouse there was a small room that was kept locked so that order pullers never went there unless she was with them. She took out the one key that accessed the very high value equipment and tool storage room. She unlocked the door and motioned the salesman in and then followed him.
As soon as she had locked the door behind her, they passionately grabbed each other and started making out like teenagers. George moved her to the wall and took off her clothes like he had done many times. He lifted her up and gently wiggled her body down so that her already wet pussy would finally be full of his very large penis. When his torso was touching hers, George started masturbating himself using Lisa's body by lifting her up and down in a stroking motion. This gave him a sense of ultimate power over his lover, causing his cock to max out in size as a lustful consequence. The passion was intense and short lived before both had a major orgasm. He pulled out and lowered her back to the floor. They both cleaned up with paper towels and then started to put their clothes back on immediately, before someone was looking for Lisa. George said, "Can we not meet somewhere after work? I could stay in the city longer. I want to enjoy an evening with you."
As usual, Lisa felt like a piece of shit at this point each month. She then said, "George, not only can we not do that, we must end our affair. I want my husband to feel like I am madly in love with him so he will break loose with the 10 grand I need. And, to perform at the level of excellence that is required at the Nationals, I can not handle the emotional baggage of fucking you every month. Surely you must feel badly about your wife and three children who love and need you after copulating with me and the other easy women in your territory as well. I mean it. I seriously want to pursue my ballroom dancing dream and the baggage of feeling like shit when you are finished with me weighs all month long on my future as a dancer. Please tell me you understand and lets keep our relationship strictly business from now on?"
George MacDonald was struck dumb with Lisa's plea. In his 20 years of fucking sluts not one had ever called a halt - only he called it off some times at his pleasure. It was as if someone had kicked the insides of his manhood out of him. He questioned his manhood. His first question to himself was, ["Why should I be up tight about this particular whore? Replacing one is always easy. But then she is my favorite because she is driven to succeed and has developed a rock hard body that has been an enormous source of pleasure for me. Damn! I would rather give up my wife and children and have her than vice versa."]
George replied, "Lisa, we only see each other once a month. How can that interfere with dancing or with your home life?"
Lisa lied, "George, it is impossible to develop the level of skill necessary to compete in the big-time unless one is clear of emotional baggage. Look at it this way. When in your senior year of college and you were trying to get drafted by the Pros, remember how you shed all the emotional baggage and focused on and talked nothing but the 'game?'"
