Wifes Business Trip Event Pt 02

My name is Rochelle and at that time, I was 37 1/2 years old and felt under appreciated. My kids were young, and my husband loved pot and drinking more than me, or at least that's how I felt at the time.

He spent most of his free time smoking pot in the garage than usual. He spent very little time with me and the kids. Every four days he got horny and demanded sex. I would fuck him just to keep peace in the household. It was just sex.

Sex with him at that time was all about him cumming. He rarely went down on me. Never said he loved me or complemented me. It was a low point in our marriage, and I wasn't sure that I was going to get through it.

The saving grace was that we were rich and had a 24/7 live-in housekeeper. Cathia was responsible for taking care of the house and the kids. She was not exactly attractive. She was overweight and reserved. In other words, my husband would never cheat on me with Cathia.

Our having a live-in housekeeper made it a lot easier on everyone when my husband or I went on business trips. My husband's obligations to the household and the kids were minimal, which eased my mind.

I was quite attractive at the time. I had a thin frame, but a nice chest. My boobs weren't big, and I never had a breast enhancement, but they were perky, and my nipples looked great when they were hard which was often. Getting men's attention was pretty easy when you had a soccer mom's body.

So, it was the night before one of my business trips, and my husband wanted to have sex before I traveled, so I fucked him. It really wasn't that great, so I'm not going to spend time going into the details. But it was sex, he came deep inside me, and I did orgasm once. So, it could have been a lot worse...LMFAO.

In the morning, I kissed him goodbye, and I headed to LAX which was always a nightmare, any day and at any time of the day. I was headed to Boston. I was meeting with one of my clients, a biotech company, who's looking for capital to acquire a small competitor. I was just looking to stay there a few days.

I arrived at Boston around midday and took a cab to my hotel. I put away all my clothes and put on a business suit. I was wearing a white cotton button-down shirt, black slacks and a matching black coat. I put on a minimal amount of make-up. My objective was to look professional into deemphasize my feminine qualities. Being a woman in the banking world wasn't that easy.

It was around 2 PM, and I showed up at my clients' office. The receptionist escorted me to the conference room. She was young, attractive and nicely dressed. She had a wedding ring on.

"Would like some coffee Mrs..."

I interrupted her, "Yes!"

I took some papers out of my briefcase. It was all very uneventful. I sat quietly and waited for the receptionist to bring in my coffee.

"Will there be anything else?"

I just said, "No thank you."

A few of the senior executives, including the CFO, entered the room. We made small talk for about 15 minutes and then they initiated their presentation. Basically, pitching me on their financial stability and how they're going to use the money that they wanted us to lend them.

After a couple hours, we shook hands and planned to have another meeting in the morning. I had scheduled a return flight a couple of days later. I figured I could close the deal and get a couple nights away from my husband. Win-win.

The next day's morning meeting would be my turn to tell the clients what Bank of America could do for them and discuss what kind of terms that we might offer. This gave me the rest of the day to hammer out the details between my bank and the customer.

On my way out, this young guy came up to me. He looked about 20 years old. He introduced himself as Chuck. He was pretty average height for a guy. He wore a white button-down shirt with a tie, dress slacks, and black shoes. Other than his age, there wasn't anything that really jumped out at me.

"I am sorry...you are?"

"I am Chuck," he said. "I am an intern from Boston University."

"Oh. My husband graduated from there a million years ago." I laughed.

I thought it was strange to have an intern introduce himself to me. I was wondering what his end game was. Was he hitting on me?

"I know this might be inappropriate, but would you be interested in having dinner later," he said in a soft voice.

"Wow, he has balls," I thought.

"Do you always proposition women at the office? You probably didn't notice my diamond wedding ring -- news alert, I'm married," I responded.

He paused. Turns out, he was actually only 21 years old. I assumed that he didn't have a lot of experience asking older women out, especially married ones. I figured he'd get embarrassed and just walk away. And that would be the last time that I ever hear from him. I was wrong.

Chuck regrouped. "I wasn't hitting on you, I just thought it'd be nice to have some company tonight. I thought that I'd pick your brain about banking. You're really successful."

All my instincts told me to say no. This was going to be a date. But I decided to give Chuck the benefit of the doubt and agreed to have coffee or a drink with him.

We agreed to meet in the hotel bar, but I emphasized that I was not interested in having dinner or anything else. He seemed at the time to be okay with the arrangement.

I grabbed a cab back to my hotel. We agreed to meet around 6 PM. I got out of my business suit and put on jeans and a casual shirt. I also put on a pink, cashmere pullover sweater. I didn't put on any perfume or anymore makeup because this was not a date. This was my generous offer to steer him in the right direction. I kept telling myself that; trying to convince myself that this was not going to be another affair.

He showed up casually dressed. He looked like the typical college student in Boston. He even wore a Boston University varsity letterman jacket. This made him look young and me feel old.

"Do you play sports?" I inquired. I knew the answer-he was wearing a fucking varsity jacket for Christ's sake!

"Yes, I'm on the swim team. I dive. I've been a swimmer most of my life and in high school, I was in the state finals."

He seemed very proud of his swimming and the jacket for that matter. I didn't really consider swimming a sport. I considered it something that I did at the beach or at the pool. Suntanning wasn't a sport either.

If he's swimming every day, he must have a pretty good body under all those clothes. OK, swimming is a sport. Anyway, why should I care? It's not going to be a date.

"What would you like to know about banking? Are you studying Finance?"

"I'm an economics major. I'm a junior and I need to start thinking about what I'm going to do after college. I'm only an intern and at the end of the summer, I'm going to go back to school for my senior year."

It's been a few years since my husband really made love to me. I mean sex is sex. But making love is much more fulfilling. I just really wanted was a man to focus on my needs and not their own. I decided to redirect the conversation to things that were more personal and less about business.

"Do you have a lot of friends? Anyone special in your life?"

He made small talk about other students that he was friends with while making the point that he didn't have a girlfriend, or even anybody he was dating. I think he was trying to give me a hint.

I decided to be abrupt. "I'm going to make an observation here. You see me as an older, attractive woman, and made up this bullshit story that you were interested in banking. How am I doing so far?"

I think that threw him off guard. He looked more than a little bit uncomfortable. He forgot he was talking to an experienced 37-year-old woman and not one of his fellow students. He needed to regroup.

"OK you're right. You're very attractive and I have only had a few girlfriends. I am sorry about coming on to you. I'm sorry. Please don't tell my boss about this. If I see you tomorrow in the office, I won't even say good morning."

He stood up and extended his hand. It was almost like he made his pitch, didn't make the sale, and was moving on. The ball was in my court. I needed to take control.

"Sit down. Order us another drink and shut the fuck up."

He smiled. The game wasn't over yet for him. In his mind, he must've been thinking, "I got this." But did he?

I gulped my second drink. Drinking always lowered my inhibitions. It allowed me to compromise my values without actually feeling guilty. Terrible.

I started to fantasize what it would be like to fuck this 21-year-old almost virgin. The things that I could teach him. How much of a different experience it would be for him, as opposed to fucking some high school or college student? Teaching him how to go down on a woman. Having him experience what a real blowjob felt like.

"Let's have our next drink in my room. It's room number 327. Give me about 10 minutes and I'll meet you up there. "I smiled and left the bar.

I went into my room and cleaned up a few things. The mini bar had two small bottles of Jack Daniels. I grabbed the Jack and two cups and set them on the little table that was situated in front of the couch. I wanted to give the illusion it was just a drink. Call it "the surprise factor."

I took off my sweater and my shirt. Then, I removed my bra. My nipples were really hard. They were sensitive and I began pinching them while looking at myself in the mirror. I put my shirt back on without the bra. I knew if he saw my hard nipples protruding through my shirt then it would be game over.

There was a knock on the door. It was probably exactly 10 minutes since I left the bar. Chuck was likely waiting outside the door, looking at his watch.

"A hot, much older woman wants to have sex with me" he must have thought.

I came to the door and his eyes immediately moved to my chest. I no longer looked like a businesswoman. I looked classy and sexy. Chuck, most likely, confirmed in his mind that it's not just a drink. Through my actions, appearance and words, I made it obvious that this was not just a drink with a stranger-it was more than that. I looked down at his crotch. I now had physical confirmation that he was excited to see me.

We sat down on the couch, and I poured us each a glass of Jack Daniels neat. These were one ounce bottle. Just enough liquor to cover the bottom of each glass equivalent to what a 21-year-old man releases during an ejaculation. "A cum shot!"

"Cheers" I announced.

I took my glass and tapped his. I looked into his eyes and downed my drink. He then downed his. Jack had always brought out the wild side in me.

Fucking a college student was a real turn on. There's no other way to say it. I'm a 37-year-old woman ready to get fucked by a 21-year-old kid. He's almost half by age. I was more likely, than not, that I was the same age as his mother; a "mommy complex."

"Let me make this easy on you. I could already see your cock is hard. I know you wanna fuck me. Right?"

He just nodded yes. He was too embarrassed to say anything. He was acting a little bit shy, so I knew that I had to make the next move, and probably the one after that. In fact, I thought that I would have to make all of the moves to get this party started. But that's OK. We were all 21 at some point.

When I was his age, I never got to fuck an older man; actually, I did have a fling with an older guy once. It is not like I couldn't. I could have flirted with my boyfriends' fathers. I could have dressed slutty, gone to a bar and watched older men flock to me like when you throw breadcrumbs on the ground and all the birds cum. Ok, that was a bad pun.

I placed my hand firmly on his thigh. I made sure my fingers brushed against his hard dick. He actually leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. I really wasn't expecting that. Maybe I won't have to make all the moves? My heart started beating faster and my level of arousal rose.

I put my hand around the back of his head and pushed our heads together, this time, slipping a tongue into his mouth. His young hands massaged my breasts over my shirt. It felt great. It fueled my anticipation of the enviable.

By now, my hand was fully resting on his cock as I gently rubbed it through his pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, put my hand in his underwear, and pulled his cock out.

I planned on minimizing the foreplay. I wanted to make sure that we fucked, in case he was going to pre-ejaculate. If he came too quickly, it might turn out to be a quick hookup.

It wasn't that his dick was so long, but his dick was thick. I imagined it would stretch the walls of my vagina. Anyway, size didn't matter to me. If he fucked me hard and fast, I would have multiple opportunities to orgasm.

I started out just lightly stroking him while I was kissing his neck; even licking it at times. His fingers were pinching my aching nipples. Without further thought, my legs spread wider as I thought about fucking him.

I knew he was excited because he had a big drop of pre-cum on the edge of his cock. I couldn't resist. I took my finger and rubbed it into his precum and brought it to my mouth. I sucked my finger. I had forgot what a 21-year old's precum tasted like. It tasted sweet and it had been about 15 years since I had sex with someone that young.

I pushed him back on the couch, moved the table aside and started to suck his cock. He started moving his hips and making groaning noises. I relaxed my throat so to accommodate his thick cock. His groaning made me suck his cock more vibrantly, pulling my supple cheeks inward.

I did not want him to cum in my mouth. There were a few reasons, but having him fuck my soaking wet pussy instead, was at the top of the list. Anyway, I wasn't a huge fan of swallowing cum. Far from the taste of precum, men's cum tastes salty; too salty.

I took his hand and escorted him over to the bed. The bed was made so I pulled the bedspread and sheets back making the bed look more inviting and comfortable for my young guest. He sat down on the edge while I removed my clothes, one piece at a time. I wanted to savor the experience. When would be the next time that I got to fuck a college kid...maybe never.

I was done prolonging the experience.

"Take off your clothes," I commanded.

He complied with my command, shedding his clothes. His body was scrumptious. He had a fully developed chest and his forearms were muscular. He wasn't lying about being a swimmer. It would be like fucking my former boyfriend Jake except this time the sex would be better. I was a better lover. I was anxious to show off my skills.

Thoughts of my husband, cheating, pregnancy, and getting a STD, never entered my mind. I was acting selfishly, thinking only about Chuck's and my own pleasure; ok, just about my pleasure. My husband can literally go fuck himself, or anyone else for that matter.

Chuck laid on the bed with his cock pointing straight up. My vagina was very wet from my sexual fantasizing, and although further foreplay was unnecessary, I wanted to be eaten-out. I laid next to him while my finger lightly rubbed my clit causing it to get wet and sticky.

"Have you ever gone down on a woman?"

He did not respond. Crickets.

"First bury your face in my snatch...tease my clit with your tongue and you will start to taste my precum."

Soon after, I felt his face brushing up on my inner thighs. It felt nice. His tongue was gently touching my wet clit causing me to get wetter. My body tightened as I imagined that I was getting eaten-out by a guy that I met in an off-campus bar in San Diego, an older man.

As Chuck licked my pussy faster, my body tightened and I screamed out, "I am cumming."

I shifted my focus back on Chuck, and not the mysterious man that I had a tryst with so many years ago.

"Enough! Fuck me stud!" I yelled.

Where did that come from? Stud? I was being dramatic to say the least, but I was caught up in the moment. I was anticipating Chuck climbing on top of me, arms fully stretched, going in and out of me with his thick cock. I enjoyed a small orgasm as my mind wandered into the future.

Chuck laid on me with his full weight. We were kissing like lovers often do. I could feel his cock brushing up against my clit. In other words, I was in sexual heaven.

Chuck pushed his cock into my wet hole. I could feel the wall of my vagina stretch as I soaked in the moment. Soaked. It felt a little bit like the first time that I had sex, although it did not hurt as much. As the sharp sting subsided, a soothing warmth enveloped me, and pleasure took its rightful place.

He was pounding me hard and fast. The pleasure had reached a crescendo, and I screamed, "Oh fuck I am cumming-oh my fucking god."

This was too much for Chuck. I felt his cock expand further pressing on the walls of my vagina.

"Rochelle, I love you!"

He shot his load into me, filling me with cum and confusion. Confusion because he said the three words I did not want to hear that night, "I love you."

This may not end well. I had no intention of causing him emotional distress, nor was I prepared to leave my husband. Now, apprehension has replaced any fleeting pleasure as I contemplate how to navigate this intricate situation. Damn.

I wanted to set him straight. Honestly, I needed to.

"Chuck you don't love me. You don't even know me and you are half my age. This needs to stay between us. We must never talk about this to anyone, ever, not even with your friends. Do you understand."

His face reflected his disappointment.

"OK I am sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I won't even talk to you in the office."

"Thank you. Now you have to go."

I felt sorry for him, but I had no other choice. "I love you?" He is 21 after all.

I kissed him on the cheek. I did not want to give him the idea that I changed my mind and wanted to leave my family to be with him. Maybe I could live with him in his dorm room. Ridiculous.

He left my room, and I immediately composed myself and called my husband. After all, he is my husband and the father of my kids. He seemed genuinely happy to hear from me.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked, settling into my hotel room's armchair.

"I'm okay," my husband replied, a hint of fatigue in his voice. "It's been a long day. The kids are fine; they're asleep now. How's the trip going?"

"Honestly, it's been pretty boring," I admitted, glancing at the untouched room service menu. "I wish I could leave right now and come home to you. But I've got a few loose ends to tie up, so I'll see you in a couple of days. I miss you."

"We miss you too," he said softly. "Just get through it, and you'll be back before you know it."

"I can't wait," I replied, smiling at the thought of being home again.

I couldn't quite get the words "I love you" out after what just happened, so "I miss you" was all that I could muster. It would have to do until I got back home to California.

Maybe what happened with Chuck was a bit of a warning sign-a sign from the universe that I should rethink having affairs, especially the unprotected sex part. Only time will tell if I refocus on my husband and no other men. Maybe this is the spark that my marriage needed. I had the affair to help the marriage. I laughed.