The Weekend Pt 03 3

THE WEEKEND

Chapter 3

Some have asked about the husband.

I decided to deal with the wife first and you will be introduced to the husbands side in Chapter 5.

This is a study of human behavior. Where do the lines become blurred between in what we feel emotionally and sexually?

Can one over power the other?

What of common sense?

This is my first foray into writing and your comments and stated reactions on the first 2 parts have been most helpful.

I had to keep it all together, but I was becoming a nervous wreck. I had dropped my daughter at her school and headed home to change for my, should I say, date with Jim. My heart was still racing as it had been for the last week. I couldn't wait to see Jim. I had just spent a whole day knowing that Jim was available and could not go to him.

I was just changing my clothes when my husband came home unexpectedly. He had forgotten some work papers that he had been working on the night before, and needed them for a meeting that morning. My husband was surprised to see me home. I told him that I had forgotten that I had to meet with the hotel about some product that they wanted and couldn't go dressed in my regular production clothes. My heart was in my throat and racing as I gave my excuse, as I lied. Would he believe me? Did I have any expression on my face that would give me away? He seemed to accept my explanation and left.

This did not feel good lying to my husband. He did not deserve it. Again, I reflected on my decision to go for drinks with my girlfriend. That was only 10 days ago. What an incredible 10 days. I could think about that later. Right now all I wanted to do was get to Jim.

Again I had to look for something that was smart but sexy. I was rapidly running out of clothes to wear. Finally I found something I had not worn in years but fitted me perfectly again now that I had lost the weight and gone back to the gym. I looked at myself in the mirror and I am sure I could see that I had lost even more weight in the last 10 days. I should have, I hadn't been eating very much and my heart had been racing ever since I agreed to go to Jim's hotel room and it was still racing. I left the house and went to work.

I had hardly walked through the door at work when one of my coworkers approached me and asked me what was up with all the new outfits that I was wearing, who was I trying to impress?

I was not ready for this. I don't know why, as I should have seen this coming. My god, what business of hers was it anyway? Still, I knew that if I didn't say anything that would be worse so I told her that as I had lost the weight I just felt like wearing some of my old clothes. Since she was overweight I knew that my comment would smart and, hopefully, shut her up.

When I announced that I had to follow up with the hotel and would be out for a couple of hours it seemed that my coworkers did not completely believe me. Another of my coworkers said that I had been out a lot over the past week and she hoped that it would prove to be worth it. Was I over reacting, or were my coworkers becoming suspicious? In any event, I did not have time to get into a discussion; I needed to get to the hotel and Jim. Being with Jim was definitely worth it.

As usual, I had to make a serious effort not to speed as I drove to the hotel. I had to drive through three intersections that were controlled by traffic lights and would you believe that each one turned red just as I approached? Each red light meant less time with Jim. God, I couldn't wait to see him, to be held by him, to feel him close to me, to have him inside me again.

Finally, I got to the hotel. Jim was waiting for me just outside and, as before; he grabbed me up and gave me a passionate kiss in front of the whole world. He told me that he had missed me and how he had been thinking about me all the time since he had last seen me at the night club. His words were music to my ears.

As we walked to his hotel room I asked how his work was going and when he thought he would be back. He said that he had advised the hotel that he needed to spend as much time at the hotel as possible for, at least, the first three months, meaning not less than coming in on Thursday night and going out on Monday evening. He said that he could, and wanted to, be with me all the time but, for the moment he could only manage every week Friday through Monday.

When we got to his room he said that he had something for me and handed me a small green box with a ribbon on it. I opened it and there before me was a beautiful set of diamond earrings. He said that he could not resist buying them for me and hoped that they were what I liked. I told him that they were perfect. I put them on and suggested that we christen them as I wanted to make love to him with them on.

So I wasn't the only one who wanted this relationship. I put the earrings on and began to undress. Soon I was naked, with just my new diamond earrings, and in his arms. For the next two hours we made love. Each time we had sex it seemed to get better. I had never thought that I would ever meet someone as special, as exceptional as this man. Being with Jim was like nothing else. We spent our time between making love and then making love in a different way.

It was wonderful, I loved how, after having such an intense, mind blowing climax, he would tenderly and lightly stroke my naked body from head to toe. Then he would pull me into his strong arms and kiss me. I loved the feel of his firm naked body against mine. I would stroke his manhood which soon caused it to grow. I would climb on top of him, lower myself over his erection and ride him giving me indescribable pleasure.

All too soon it was time for me to shower and leave Jim. I would not see him for 3 whole days, 3 long days of feeling trapped.

Before I left him, Jim told me he had never felt so strongly for anyone before; that he found himself thinking about me all the time, indeed he was having trouble concentrating on his work, something that he had never experienced. He said that he really enjoyed his work and that no one had ever had this effect.

I told him that I too was having trouble concentrating and had never seen this coming. I told him I loved being with him and couldn't wait for him to get back.

So much was on my mind as I drove back to work. I knew that I wanted to spend more time with Jim. As soon as I got back to work I went into the ladies and looked at my earrings. My mind drifted back to being in his strong arms and how good it felt to have him inside me.

I now knew that needed to be with Jim more. I did not want to be away from him, and I wanted to make him mine, all mine, forever. I would think about how to achieve that tonight.

Jim had opened up to me some more. He had spent three years in commercial banking and then five as an investment banker. He was recruited by a top fund management team and it was here that he found his passion for turning companies around.

It had all happened by chance. He had gone in to work one day and was told to go, at once, and see the CEO. When he walked into the CEO's office there were two other top management with him and three people that he had never seen before. He was asked to sit down as they had a proposition for him.

It turned out that one of the company's that they had invested in was in very bad shape. It was so bad that they would not be able to realize any return if they tried to sell it or any part of it. But, they felt that, if the right person were to go in and give the proper guidance, it was not only salvageable but could be quite profitable. They informed Jim that they had spent many hours discussing who might be the best person for the job and had chosen him.

If he agreed to do this there were was a major caveat. He would have to resign as his Fund could not be seen to be risking more on a distressed company. There were funds that they could use to help Jim set up a new company and pay him a salary equivalent to his current salary for one year. After the first year they would take a look at the whole situation. If he was successful he would get a bonus equal to two years salary. Lastly, they needed him make his decision within the next seven days.

He decided to take the job, resigned and, as they say, the rest is history. He was so successful that they paid him a sum equal to five years salary. They hired him, now on his own terms, to salvage other companies. Soon his reputation for turning companies around preceded him and he was soon sort after by several different corporations to assist in problem divisions.

Time to get back to reality, the reality that I was trapped in, or at least that is how it felt. I finished my work day, collected my daughter from school and we headed home. She commented on how I was dressed and asked me what had happened as I had "not dropped her to school in those clothes"? I told her the same thing that I had told my husband earlier but I think that she was not entirely satisfied with my answer. She said that I had seemed different since the beginning of last week and asked me if I was ok? I told her that a lot was going on at work and it had me a little distracted. By the look on her face I could see that she did not believe me.

Another Monday night at home. I did not want to be here anymore. It is amazing how something that seems so good, so normal can become a dreary trap, literally. I went through the paces doing all those things that one must do, but my heart and mind were no longer there.

Fortunately, my husband went to the gym and did not get home until it was nearly nine o'clock so we had little time for any interaction. I was watching TV when he came home and remained absorbed in my program.

As soon as the program was finished I went on to my computer. I always went on the computer just before bed so I knew that the fact that I was doing this would not arouse any suspicion in either my husband or my daughter.

There were two e-mails from Jim already. My heart jumped with excitement as I opened the first one. Jim, as he always did, asked me how I was. He had told me before that the reason he always asked this was because nothing was more important to him than knowing that I was ok. His trip back to the US was uneventful. He said that he already missed me more than he thought was possible. That he wished that I was there with him. For the first time, his apartment felt empty and he knew that it was because he wanted me there. He did not feel that his life would be complete unless I was a part of it.

I wrote back and told him that I wanted to be with him and imagined that I was there, even though I did not know what his apartment looked like, I was right beside him. I told him that, I too, missed him more than I could imagine and couldn't wait to be with him again.

My daughter called out to me bringing me back to my reality; I was a mother and a wife.

My daughter told me that she had a special school event and wanted me and my husband to be there for it. Her real father was never particularly interested in our children's lives and they relied on me, in particular to always be present for their events. I asked her when it was and she told me that it would be on Friday starting around midday. She said that she was not sure when it would end but she expected it to last two or three hours.

Oh my god, did she just say "two or three hours on Friday, midday"? That was when I was going to be with Jim. I would not have seen him for the week and this was going to be our first time together in four days. I needed time to think. I told her that I would have to see what I could do as work had been rather crazy lately. It's not like I never attend her school functions as I have only missed a few. I told her that I would let her know by Wednesday afternoon, but in the back of my mind I already knew that I was not going. I went back to the matrimonial bed room and got into bed.

My husband joined me and started hugging and feeling me up. He has always been rather playful and we have sex in some form quite often, or should say we used to, up until eleven days ago. I did not want him touching me down there as I felt that Monday belonged to Jim now so I told my husband that I was sorry but I did not feel like messing around. He seemed disappointed and rolled back over to his side of the bed. We turned out the lights and I was able to be in my own world, a world with Jim.

How was I going to do this? How was I going to get from here to being with Jim full time? My son was almost out of the house and my daughter would soon be at university. I think that they would both understand. It might be a little rough at first. Then there was my husband. Did I really love him? I never felt for him as I was now feeling for Jim. He was a good man and provider but I can't say that I ever felt such a deep fiery passion for him. It was not that my husband didn't turn me on; it was just that Jim turned all the switches on for me. My husband has been married and divorced before so I think that he would be able to handle my leaving him better than someone who had not experienced divorce.

At least, now I knew what I was going to do. It was now just a matter of figuring out how to do it. I needed to concentrate on Jim now to make sure that he was mine. I wanted to see his apartment as that would tell me more about him. I had to find a way to be able to go with him next Monday evening, go with him to his apartment. What a wonderful thought.

Occasionally my business requires me to make a trip to the US for a special item or part. It had been sometime since that had occurred so that could be a reason for me to go away. I have friends there but that wouldn't work. In the end I settled on work taking me away. As I have some managerial responsibilities at work I felt that was the best reason.

Tuesday came and went except for the e-mails from Jim. I now lived to hear from him. He has also started to call me on my cell phone bringing us closer together. I asked him if he really meant what he said about his place being empty as he wanted me there. He told me that he meant it and wished I were there now. I asked him how he would feel if I was able to go back with him the following Monday and spend the night with him. He said that he wanted me to be with him all the time but not to put his hopes up unless I could really come back with him.

I made a point to have sex with my husband that night to make sure that he felt that everything was ok. Again, I imagined that I was having sex with Jim and my husband again said how wonderful I was. He said he didn't know what had got into me recently but he was not complaining as I seemed more passionate. As soon as he rolled back I was able to get back into my new world, a world with Jim.

The next morning when I was taking my daughter to school she asked if I was coming to the event on Friday. I told her that I was really sorry but I couldn't as I had a pressing matter and that the only time I could deal with it was at midday on Friday and would get someone to collect her from school as I knew that I would be tied up for at least three hours, if not more. She was clearly disappointed but seemed to believe me. I felt bad doing this to her but at the same time felt as if I was being pulled in different directions and felt frustrated by it.

I had made a point of wearing something more tight fitting so that my husband and my co-workers would get used to seeing me dressed that way and reduce any suspicions that they might have. My husband commented on how good I was looking and said that I should feel a sense of accomplishment for getting myself into such good shape. He said that I looked great. When I got to work I was asked if I was going out again and told them no. It felt good to be able to say no and also see my overweight colleague look uncomfortable and jealous.

I started to put my plan, to go with Jim to the US the next Monday, into action. I pointed out to my colleagues that we needed to follow up on our search for the replacement of a critical piece of equipment and suggested that, as this was a slow time for the business, that it would be a good time for me to the US to try and finalize the selection and sourcing of this equipment. After some discussion it was agreed that next week would be a good time for me to go and Monday was as good a day as any.

I called Jim and told him that I would go back with him on Monday and asked what flight he would be on. I then went on-line and booked my ticket returning on Wednesday at midday.

When I got home that evening I told my husband and daughter that I had to go away, to source some equipment and suss out a new supplier for the business, and would be away for two nights leaving on Monday evening and returning on the Wednesday midday flight.

I now had a routine of going to my e-mails from Jim. He would tell me how his day went and always asked how I was and how much he wanted me. This evening he told me how much he was looking forward to me going back with him.

But there was something else that struck me as I read the e-mails. I realized that, as I was getting closer to Jim, I was getting further away from my husband and, in part, my daughter, the reality that I now desperately wanted to be free of. I knew that my relationship with my daughter was changing in any event, but this was due to the fact that she was growing up so it was going to change anyway. My relationship with my husband had really changed, at least as far as I was concerned. I am sure that he must be feeling something as the truth was that I no longer cared or loved him as I had up to my night out with my girlfriend nearly two weeks ago were I had met Jim.

It was Thursday; Jim would be flying in this evening. I wanted to be able to meet him and be with him but knew that I would not be able to explain why I had to be out at 9 at night.

The day dragged on. Why could it not go faster, I wanted, no needed Friday now, not tomorrow. My cell phone rang. It was Jim, he called to say that because the weather was changing he had decided to come on the afternoon flight and would be in around 4:30. He wondered if there would be any chance of seeing me this evening, even if only for 15 minutes, a coffee or drink or something. He said how much he missed me and just wanted to hold me close. I could feel the moisture between my legs build as he spoke. How could I make this work? I wanted him to do more than just hold me in his arms I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted to hear him grunt and feel him come inside me.

4:30 was almost at the end of the day. I could leave work a little early, I could even go and pick Jim up at the airport. No one would look for me before 6:30 or 7 meaning that we would have two hours or so to be together. I called Jim and told him that I would pick him up from the airport. Only two hours to go till I could be with Jim again. The day had certainly improved and I did not have to wait till Friday either.

I left the business at 4:15 and headed to the airport. As I was driving there Jim called to say that the flight had left a few minutes early and that he was already through Customs and Immigration. I put my foot down and sped the rest of the way to the airport. And then he was there. I got out of the car and went around to him. He pulled me close to him giving me a hot passionate kiss. I knew then that he also wanted to do more than have a coffee or a drink.

It only took us 15 minutes to get to the hotel and I waited in the lobby as he checked in. They always gave him the same room with the terrace overlooking the sea.

As soon as we got to the room he closed the curtains and we tore each other's clothes off and fell on to the bed. It was as if we knew that our time was limited and we wanted as much of each other as we could get. I grabbed at his rapidly growing manhood and guided it to my steam wet entrance. I was so wet that he was all the way in me with one glorious thrust. Finally, I had him, my strong, handsome, young, vigorous and virile lover with his rock hard body. Indeed everything was hard and it all felt so good. Again I found myself having one climax after another or was it one long powerful climax? He was a Greek God with a pleasure pole endowed with mythical powers to keep me in a constant state of ecstasy. When he came it felt magnificent and his climax seemed to last longer than ever before. I knew that I loved him and for the first time I told him. He told me that he had loved me from the moment that he had laid eyes on me that night at the bar two Saturdays ago.