Wifes Business Trip Event

Wife's Business Trip Event

At that time, my wife Rochelle is 37 years old and a mother of two. She is thin, 135 pounds, above average height for a woman, and has a nice chest with her perky boobs filling up an "B cup" padded bra. She has mid-length brown hair, freckles, and a nice smile. She has lost most of her mommy fat and tries to run at least twice a week.

She is working as a vice-president for Bank of America. She is a female banker in a man's world. Rochelle is brought in to represent the bank on a 440-million-dollar line of credit for Perrigo Company-they make the "morning after pill," among other products. The banks decide to have one more meeting, make it a bit of a boondoggle, and meet in Hampton Beach, VA at the Landing at Hampton Marina. It is September after all, and it is still warm enough to go to the beach and the pool.

On the last full day of the trip, her meetings are over by 2 PM, so she returns to her room and puts on her bikini-the blue one. The one I love to see her in but do not love to see it in her suitcase on a business trip. She also puts on the white robe that she finds in her hotel room closet, grabs a towel and her novel.

She finds a lounge chair at the pool and orders a drink, a Screwdriver. Dinner and cocktails are scheduled for 6:00 pm. Nobody will fault her for getting ahead of cocktail hour by one drink. She takes a sip and puts it down on the table. She picks up her book-a romance novel, Unfaithful by Devon Scott. Her girlfriend recommended it.

Unfaithful by Devon Scott is a suspenseful romantic drama that delves into the complexities of love, betrayal, and forgiveness. The story centers around Sarah and Alex, a married couple whose relationship is tested when Sarah embarks on an affair. As the consequences of her infidelity unravel, secrets are revealed, and both characters are forced to confront the cracks in their marriage.

After an hour of reading, it is after 3 pm, and she decides to get some sun on her back. She sunbathed throughout her life, sometimes topless, and sometimes in the nude. This time in a sexy bathing suit. But she is bold enough to unclip her top, so that she doesn't have a tan line on her back.

Gary, a colleague from another bank, comes up to her and starts talking about the deal. She hasn't anticipated anyone approaching her, and the unexpected encounter left her slightly startled. He then makes small talk. He is in a bathing suit, a green Speedo. He is well built, in better shape than I am. He has sandy brown hair and broad shoulders.

Rochelle, maybe a little less inhibited because of the drink, quickly checks out his crouch. "Why not," she thinks, "I am married; not buried."

She politely says that she will see him later and turns her head away from him as he walks away. Her focus shifts back to her book as she picks it up. She has not had sex in over a week which was unusual her. She misses me, our cuddling, and has masturbated the night before, imagining my cock deep inside her.

At the cocktail party, she glides gracefully through the crowd of bankers, a blend of men and women. Her evening unfolds with engaging conversations, warm smiles, and bursts of laughter.

Dressed for business, she wears a tailored suit: a mid-length black skirt paired with nude colored stockings, a crisp white blouse, and a structured black blazer. The blazer stays on, as the delicate lace of her white padded bra is subtly visible through the sheer fabric of the blouse. She is wearing white panties that match the bra and make her feel sexy when she is in her room masturbating, like she plans to do after dinner. Maybe she will call me and have phone sex. It would not be the first time that we masturbate together while on the phone.

Gary comes over and starts talking about the deal again and compliments her on her contributions which makes her feel good. She has switched to wine so as to not get drunk. But the third glass of wine is catching up to her. Her face is a little flushed and Gary probably can tell.

Dinner is noneventful. It is boring. She is ready to go to her room, take off her clothes, and call me to have phone sex. She fantasizes that I am on top of her, fucking her, and she is about to orgasm. Gary interrupts her daydream. "Damn," she thinks.

"A few of us are going to the bar-join us?" he asks.

"I was going to call my husband and check on everything at home, and then get some sleep. I am flying out at 9 am," she responds.

"Just one shot. Goldman says that the client signed the deal."

They sit down with a few other people at a small, round table in the lightly dimmed bar area. The bar stools are high, and she is careful not to fall off. One of the guys orders shots of expensive tequila for the five of them. Margy from Morgan Stanley is a bit of a party girl and is wearing more of a red, sexy cocktail dress which showcased her boobs. The three men cannot keep their eyes off of Margy, even Gary. Rochelle, not to be undone, decides to take off her jacket. This does not go unnoticed.

They do their shots and now Rochelle is feeling uninhibited. She pays Margy some compliments about her dress in almost a flirty manor. Why not. Guys flirt. Rochelle has no end game in mind; she is just having fun. It is subtle enough and Margy appreciates the attention from her.

Margy and two of the guys get up and say goodnight; Gary stays. Rochelle checks out Margy one more time as she walks away from the table. "She has a nice ass-she must work out," she thought.

Rochelle never has had a lesbian experience, and she is not about to start tonight. She likes the way women look but never feels like she wants to experiment. She has had opportunities in college to have sex with a woman or two. The closest she ever gets is a kiss on the lips with her best friend as they arrive home after a night of drinking, dancing and flirting. The kiss was on the verge of being romantic. If she slipped her tongue in, they would have had sex that night. A "What if" moment of her life.

Rochelle is aware that she is getting sexually aroused. It is all happening in her mind. She could not wait until she masturbates. The thought of her finger on her clit and eventually in her vagina, while her other hand stimulates her nipples was very erotic.

She tries to excuse herself.

"Gary, I have a plane to catch in the morning. Good night."

"One of my clients gave me a bottle of 15-year-old scotch. Let me bring it over to your room and we can have a night cap. Just one."

"Damn it!" she thinks. "He's definitely hitting on me. What if I have just one drink and then ask him to leave? But what if he makes a move, and I don't resist? I'll turn into Sarah. What if."

"Ok, but it is just a drink. Nothing else. I am happily married."

"Just a drink," he responds.

"Shit!" she thinks. "My husband would kill me."

Here destiny is sealed. She goes to her room and waits until she hears knocking on the door and it is, of course, Gary with the scotch and two glasses. No ice, so the drinks will be neat.

"More scotch, like I did not have enough to drink already," she thinks.

She has mixed feelings running through her head. Feelings of excitement, lust and guilt, all occupying her mind.

Rochelle sits in a chair and not on the couch next to him. He starts to warm her up by asking about the romance novel on the desk. She is embarrassed and expresses herself in a way that could be construed as flirting as she tells him about the book. Her heart rate increases, and her breathing gets a bit deeper. It is not Gary per se getting her hot. It is all her, and he happens to be sitting across from her. All she can think about is that this is happening. She is about to embark on an affair.

With a playful smile, she says, "Don't expect me to pull a Sarah--the character in the book who has an affair and regrets it later."

"Ok, what if I am honest and say that it's like high school and we can make out-but no second base," she thinks. It sounds lame to her, but she needs to express herself and her comfort level.

She says, "I will be right back. I am going to change out of these work clothes. I feel like I am dressed for a job interview."

She takes off the suit but leaves the bra and blouse on. In the mirror she sees that her bra clearly shows through the blouse. This even turns her on a little more-how sexy she looks. She removes her stockings and throws on some tight jeans. She sprays a little perfume on, a little too much-she has a habit of doing this.

She sits down beside him, noticing the unmistakable signs of his arousal. Her heart races. She's never cheated on me before, yet the thought of this feels thrilling, almost intoxicating. Torn between her commitment to faithfulness and the allure of a new, exciting sexual experience, she battles with herself. She's always been loyal--to every boyfriend that she has ever had, and to me--but now, temptation pulls at her in a way she's never felt before.

"I love your perfume."

He moves his head closer to her neck and she sighs. She pulls away slightly. She needs to make her pitch. She doesn't want to be a cock tease, but she also is not a slut or a cheater. How does she get this across to him?

She faces him, and he leans forward and kisses her on the lips, much like her girlfriend did seventeen years ago. This is it. She is at the same place she was before; except this time, she is married with two kids and it's a guy that she is about to potentially have sex with. Can she find middle ground? Cheat but not have sex. It is not like she can get pregnant anymore; only STD's if she is careless.

She refocuses. Game time.

"Gary, I am very flattered, but I am also very married. I don't want to mess that up. I know that I let you come up to my room, had a drink, and even changed my clothes. But I am not ready to have sex outside of my marriage. I hope you understand."

She takes a breath. Will he understand and get up and leave? Will he make yet another pass? Will she make a pass?

Her nipples are hard, and it is obvious to both of them. One of her hands is resting on her thigh, the thigh closest to him. What if he touched her thigh or nipple? Would she cave in?

Instead he stands up and says that he understands. He takes her hand in his. His hand is warm, and she continues to feel very horny. Actually, her horniness has been building up and this is the bottom of the eighth inning.

She has felt this once before; when she was 19 and her boyfriend took her virginity from her. The anticipation created a high all its own, a perfect concoction of hope and imagination-so much so that the actual experience could not quite measure up to what she built up in her mind.

He embraces her; not like a friend but more like a lover would. She feels her boobs, nestled in her padded bra, pushing against his chest. She can't help but feel his fully erect cock pushing against her vagina. His hands are now resting on her shoulder, and she is not resisting. She sits back down on the couch.

"Would you be ok if we just fooled around? I just don't want to lead you on. I have never done this before-cheat I mean," she hears herself say to Gary.

"Whatever makes you comfortable. I just want to be with you, even if it is just for a few moments more. I find you very sexy and fun to be with."

His hand is now resting lightly on her thigh. She turns to him and kisses him on the lips. The second time they kiss, she slips her tongue into his mouth. He kisses her back. Her arms are now wrapped around his neck. She is very turned on.

She says, "One sec."

She goes into the bathroom and takes off her bra but leaves the blouse on. She can see in the mirror her bare breasts and hard nipples showing through the thin blouse. Her lipstick is slightly smeared. She sprays on more perfume. Thoughts of fucking him have entered her head.

He glances at her chest. The sight of her perfect breasts and hard nipples is driving him crazy. He slowly reaches his hands towards her breasts and lightly touches her nipples with his fingers. It feels great and she unbuttons a few buttons so he can see her boobs and have better access to them. Without checking, she knows her pussy is sobbing wet and would like nothing more than start touching her clit and licking her fingers, or letting Gary do it.

She thinks, "Gary will been so turned on if I remove my jeans and he sees my cum stained panties."

There is a smell of her sexuality combined with the overpowering smell of the perfume. She senses his strong desire to fuck her and cum inside her. She is convincing herself, unsuccessfully, that it is all for Gary's pleasure.

"Gary, I am really turned on, but I can't let you fuck me. I feel guilty."

She kisses him again, this time a deep throat kiss. His hands are massaging her breasts. Her words say one thing, "slow down," but her actions say something more.

He removes her blouse. She is completely topless. She unbuttons his shirt. She starts to touch his man boobs. She continues to kiss him deeply. She imagines how hard his cock must be and how good his precum would taste in her mouth. But she is trying to be a good girl and failing.

She is horny and drunk, and second base will not cut it. She unzips his fly and releases his 8" fully erect cock as he smiles. He knows that he won, and he is going to get a blowjob. At least, that is what he thinks.

She starts to give him a hand job. Her finger rubs the top of his head. It is wet with precum. She is torn between tasting it and wiping it off. She wipes it on her chest. She is not a big fan of men's cum and if she doesn't let me cum in her mouth, she is not about to let Gary.

She continues stroking his cock. Gary is enjoying it, and the tip gets wet again. She rubs the precum off and this time it finds its way to her lips. She playfully kisses him, deliberately getting it on his lips so he can taste it. "This is very kinky," she thinks.

All of the sudden, cum shoots up in the sky and lands in her hair and on her face.

"What the Fuck!"

It seems like a lot but is probably only a couple of tablespoons. "I guess it was a great hand job," she thinks.

She does not even have to put her lips on his cock. So, is it cheating?

Yes Rochelle, it is. You slutty wife. Naughty. (author's note)

She has a few choices. She could ask him to leave and masturbate. She could masturbate in front of him which would turn both of them on. She could let him fuck her and make her cum. She goes with the masturbate in front of him option. The thought of him watching her cum is very erotic. Kinky.

She announces that it is her turn to orgasm, and would he like to stay and watch. She already knows he will say yes.

She asks him to stand up and repositions a chair at the end of the bed so he could see her manipulate her pussy. She removes her jeans. There is a huge wet spot on the front of her panties. She points at it.

"See what you did?" They both laugh.

She slips her hand under her wet panties and touches her outer labia. Soon after, she removes her panties and tosses them to Gary. Her pussy is flush and puffed up. The entrance to her hole is very wet. She positions a large pillow under her butt and with her feet on the bed, her knees bent, and she opens her legs. She wants to make sure Gary can watch her masturbate. She is going to put on a show. In her mind, she is shooting a porn video, and she is the director, the camera man and the star.

She is rubbing her clit gently as it gets erect and sensitive. It feels great. She gets a little cum on her finger and invites Gary to suck it off which he does.

"How do I taste?" she asks.

"Like a goddess," he responds.

Rochelle goes back to masturbating. She can't hold back. Her body shakes as she cums for the first time this session. Her finger is going in and out of her wet cunt, fast and hard.

"Come her and clean me up with your mouth."

Gary lies on the bed and positions his head over her pussy. He starts to lightly tease it with his tongue.

"Suck my clit," she says loudly.

He starts sucking her clit and she knows it will not take long for her to climax again.

"Oh shit I am cumming," she announces as she cums for the second time.

"Ok my clit has had enough. I need to shower and go to sleep."

She kisses him goodnight. He asks if they could have breakfast together. She politely declines. Call her? No. See her again? No. This is a one-night stand. She feels slutty like when she was in her twenties and was sleeping around with different men; approximately 16.

When she gets back to San Francisco, California, her home, she fucks me like she has never fucked me before. She cums three times. I didn't ask her any questions. She would not have any answers to offer. Her experience with Gary will be a source of arousal that she would revisit until she dies.

I am always suspicious of this business trip, even today. She was acting like a naughty, slutty wife. But she loves me and I hope that this was the only time that she cheated on me. (author's note).