Linda struggled to close the suitcase, it seemed she always over packed. After a few futile moments of straining, she called for Marc to come help her. Naturally, he teased her about her packing habits as he latched the case. Turning to walk back into the den, he felt her hand upon his arm. "Marc, I'm going to miss you, are you sure you don't mind Cindy and I going to Chicago?"
With the warm smile that always captured her, he replied "Of course not baby, you two go have fun but remember, just because there is a limit on the credit card – that doesn't mean you have to achieve it." He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.
Watching him walk away, Linda again felt she was wonderfully lucky to have found a man that suited her so well. Glancing at her watch, she realized she was late and would have to rush in order to avoid yet another scolding from Cindy. It was late Friday afternoon and the traffic would be awful. Most likely they had a three-hour drive ahead of them and she knew how much Cindy hated to be made to wait.
Stopping at the door, she called out, "Cody, Marc, you guys have fun this weekend, I'll call you Saturday morning." As usual, there was no response from their 19-year-old son, but Marc replied with his usual good humor "And you girls have fun, I'll see you Sunday evening."
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Cathy loved Ron, but he could be so impossible at times. He knew how she hated to be delayed when her plans were set, yet he insisted on again going through with their departure ritual. For years, whenever one of them was to be away overnight, Ron had insisted that Cathy take care of his physical needs one last time before they parted. Presumably, this was intended to keep him from any thought of needing another woman's attention. Cathy knew, however, it was just a case of sexual greed. The man was insatiable – but at least his desires were focused only on her. With an annoyed brush of her hand, Cathy forced his long fingers out of her hair. Pulling back and letting his hardness slip from her mouth, she said "Don't mess up my hair, damn it, or you can forget cuming."
With a soft moan, his hands fell to his sides and Cathy returned to the work at hand. She was on her knees in their bedroom, fully dressed and ready to go. She could tell Ron was getting close and so she worked hard to finish him off. From outside she heard a car pull up and a horn toot – that must be Linda. Reaching under Ron's large balls, she teased his ass with her long fingertip and sucked harder and faster on the thick nob that filled her mouth. Probing a bit firmer, she felt him stiffen and then begin to release into her mouth. Groaning loudly, he emptied his balls. With each jet, Cathy swallowed until finally there were only small drops oozing out onto her tongue. With a final swallow, she looked up and said, "I hope to god that satisfies you – at least until Sunday night when I get home." However, her frustration with him softened when his lopsided grin appeared "Oh Cat, you are the perfect wife, and you know I always pay you back when you come home."
Wiping a bit of cum from her chin she said, "Don't worry – you will be paying me back as well as paying for this trip." Standing up, she gave his thick cock and balls a final squeeze and whispered "These are mine, don't even think about anything else…"
The sound of Linda's horn caused her to cuss under her breath and she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Glancing down the hallway, she called out to her 18-year-old daughter "Lisa, have a nice weekend, and call my cell phone if you need anything, you know you can't count on Daddy."
"Bye Mom, have fun with Linda," came the reply only partially drowned out by the music that filled her daughter's room.
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Tossing her bag in the back seat, Cathy climbed into her friend's car. "Hiya Thelma, are you ready for this?"
"Damn-right Louise, I've been ready for this all week!"
It seemed silly for two women fast approaching 40 to act so silly, but as life-long friends, they had always shared a special connection. Cathy leaned over to give Linda a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for driving, you know how nuts it makes me."
Catching a slight scent of musk on her friends breath, Linda smiled and turned, "I'm glad you gave Ron a nice goodbye…"
"Ohhh, that man, I could just kill him sometimes" Cathy laughed, "but it's the little things that have kept us together all these years." Settling back into the seat, she adjusted the radio and within a mile or two the friends were laughing and singing along with the latest pop hits.
* * * *
It was early evening and the warm spring sunshine was slowly draining from the sky. Marc picked up the portable phone and punched the speed dial for Ron and Cathy's number. After a couple rings Ron's deep voice answered. Marc wasn't much for small talk, so he got right to the point "Hey man, I have a bottle of scotch that needs some attention, come on over." Marc knew Ron enjoyed whiskey, especially when it was someone else's. "Ok, let me find out what Lisa is doing tonight, I'll be over in 20 minutes…" Ron responded.
Pouring himself a drink, Marc though about his wife and Cathy's trip to Chicago. He had some very specific questions for Ron and anticipated having to knock down more than a couple drinks to get to the point he felt comfortable asking. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the friends exchanged a vigorous handshake. Supplying Ron with a drink, Marc suggested they go into the den and relax.
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