Joanie will do anything to keep her Atlanta sins secret
This story is my entry into the 2019 Winter Holidays contest. Lots of stars will be most appreciated. I'd also love comments!
Warnings:
This story has elements of exhibitionism, a strong voyeuristic component, some nonconsent/reluctance, adultery, bondage, and group sex.
This story is long, and has several parts. They are: Boston, Chicago, Morning in Chicago, The Twelfth Floor of the Hotel, and finally, Home at Last.
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Boston
We really couldn't afford for Joanie not to work, but when little Hazel popped out of her and she wanted to spend quality time with our baby, I couldn't deny her. I do think it was the best possible early childhood for Hazel, to have her loving Mom around her 24/7, until Mom and Dad alone were not enough for Hazel, and she needed to be around other children.
Hazel went off to pre-school for a half day at a time, and Joanie used the free time to get back up to speed to join the work force. Joanie is a talented woman, and better still her talents are generally recognized, so it turned out that by the time Hazel was in all day kindergarten, Joanie had a really nice job.
Joanie made less than I did, but she was on a fast track for advancement. She had retained her good looks, and I had always enjoyed how sexy she was. Her legs were not special, kind of short, and maybe a just a tad too thick at the thighs, but she had a sweet, tight ass, and a great rack. Her breasts were not too big, nowhere near the gross range, but big enough to please many a man with a breast fetish, such as yours truly.
The sexiest part of Joanie, however, was her dirty mind. I have a dirty mind, I always have had one, but I have to confess I take a back seat to Joanie. Before our daughter Hazel came along, Joanie always enjoyed sex toys, every possible position (and yes, including anal), and gave the best blowjobs in the county, or at least that's what I thought. She was certainly the best I had ever had.
Christmas was a special time for Joanie. Around Christmas she let her perversions go into overdrive. I'm not really sure why, but I think it had to do with her older brother one very special Christmas. In any event, that was long ago. Once I realized this, I did my best to enjoy her to the max during the holiday season.
Before I had met Joanie, she had been sexually active, and she had been one of the girls in town who was not too hard to get into bed. In fact, the first time I laid her was in an upstairs bedroom at a party. I mean, we had known each other before, we had friends in common, and our paths had often crossed; but she was the first girl I had ever fucked before we had even gone out on a date together.
Maybe because she was so relaxed about sex, and clearly enjoyed it, she had tried everything, or so it seemed. In everything Joanie did, she learned from her experiences and eventually excelled. Sex was no exception. I always enjoyed the pillow talk about her past sexual adventures from before we had met. She also enjoyed hearing about mine.
We fell in love, and we committed to each other, and part of that was sexual exclusivity, our one acknowledgement of the traditional, conventional way of doing things. I worried at first if Joanie would be loyal just to one man (ie, to me), but she seemed fine with it. As Joanie herself explained it, it was a new stage of life, committing to the man she loved, having a baby, and becoming a family, and like everything else she did, she excelled at it.
Joanie continued to care about her appearance, and she remained pretty and sexy, even blistering hot. She still had a dirty and sexy mind, but promiscuity was a thing of the past, both for her and for me. We cut down a bit on the risky sex, however, both because we were older and more established, and because we had a baby and felt we had to be just a bit more responsible.
The thing was, however, that Joanie had to travel for her job. Some trips were day trips, but more than a few involved overnight stays, and sometimes two or more nights away from home. I took care of Hazel during her work trips, and I spent some free time wondering what Joanie was up to on those trips.
In the winter, traveling was always dicey. One never knew when a storm would ground all planes, or there'd be too much ice on the wings, or whatever. Every so often Joanie would get stranded and have to spend the night at an airport hotel, along with some other passengers.
These enforced stays would be fodder for my cuckold fantasies. One time, for example, the hotels were almost full, and Joanie ended up sharing a room with another passenger; the two women even slept in the same bed. I could just imagine the girl on girl action going on, as Joanie and the stranger made the best of a tough situation. Nothing like that happened, not even remotely, except of course in my overactive imagination.
One upcoming trip in particular, however, worried me. Joanie planned to fly to Chicago, and she would be there for four days and three nights. She had conferences and brainstorming sessions, but the primary reason for the trip was the FinTech blowout end-of-the-year party. It was really a Christmas party, complete with lots of strategically placed mistletoe, heavily spiked eggnog, and the like. To be kind to other than Christian religions, however, it was called a Winter Solstice Party, and it was always held on December 21. This year (2019) December 21 was a Saturday; how fortuitous!
What worried me about the Christmas blowout party in Chicago was that Joanie told me that Brad Jones would be at the sessions, and doubtless the party, too. I could just imagine a drunk Joanie being seduced into debauchery by her old lover and heart throb, the strange man named Brad.
Joanie had smiled when she told me that Brad would be there, and I knew she would be happy to see him again, and why not? After all, Brad and Joanie had been friends since middle school, and they stayed friends in high school and throughout college, but then Brad got a job in Silicon Valley, out in California. Joanie's old friend then morphed into a virtual friend, via Facebook, and the occasional email.
Well, it's great to see such old and long-standing friends in person from time to time, isn't it? My issue was the sexual part of their friendship. I knew, because Joanie had told me, that Brad had introduced her to sex quite early, and he had been her first lover, taking her virginity, at a seriously young age.
"Brad was the guy who seduced me into a life of ill repute," Joanie had told me, giggling nervously as she lay naked beside me one night, playing with my cock. She had smiled at the memory. I had urged her to continue, and she said, "You have no idea how much a middle school boy will pay for a simple blowjob!"
I wanted to know if she also gave away her body in the biblical sense, and she said, "Not until senior year. I felt I had to be eighteen before I'd treat a boy to my body for a little extra thrill. Brad collected the fee in advance, and he was always there to protect me. He liked to watch."
In college, Brad had morphed from Joanie's 'pimp among high school friends' into her primary lover, and he remained her occasional lover until she met me. Joanie dropped Brad and refused all sexual advances not just from him, but from everyone, once we had become exclusive, and certainly after she married me.
Joanie explained it simply: The thrills of the Brad years were over and done with. She had enjoyed them, but also, she had lost desire for the sleazy life represented by the Brads of the world. Her life had entered a new phase, both with age and maturity, as well as with me. Good for her, say I.
Now she was going off to one of her overnight meetings, with a big blowout party at a hotel, to boot, and she was excited to be seeing her oldest friend, and her first and longest duration lover, this complicated man named Brad. I couldn't help it: It made me nervous. It would make any husband nervous.
Joanie could tell I was ill at ease. She laughed at my insecurity, poo-pooing it. When that didn't work, she got serious and told me I was the only man for her, forever. Even if she were tempted, which she stressed she was not, she wouldn't do it, because she couldn't bear to lose me, and she loved Hazel too much to risk ruining our marriage.
"I know what's out there. You know what a slut I was in high school and somewhat in college. Even when we met I was easy to get into bed, something you liked a lot, Hank! But anyway, I've been around, I know what I'm missing, and I don't want it. What I want is you, my fucked-up cuckold-wannabe hubbie," Joanie said.
"Clarification, Joanie: I don't want to be a cuckold, I just find the fantasy of being one hot. Nuance, get it?" I said.
"Touché," she replied.
What Joanie said made sense, but I was still nervous. Joanie had been on overnights before, and I used to imagine her fucking other men to get ahead in the business world. Actually, my fantasies of her doing that jived with the consequences of her overnight trips, as she often was rewarded with financial goodies, or small promotions after one of her trips.
The simplest explanation, however, was that she had worked for them, and that her hard work, combined with her native brilliance, was simply paying off. Occam's razor came into play, and I accepted the naïve, simple, and as it later turned out correct (I think -- it's impossible to truly know), explanation. Joanie had been a loyal wife, and indeed, she had not even been tempted not to be.
Nevertheless, this next overnight trip, when she was to meet up with Brad, was an extreme case. I suspected Brad still had some magnetic pull on Joanie; how could he not? I told Joanie my fears. This led me to tell her in some detail about my cuckold fantasies during her previous overnight business trips. Joanie knew I did not actually want to be a cuckold, only that the fantasies of her getting her rocks off with other men turned me on.
"You know Mike," she had said, "If I want to fuck around, I don't need an overnight out-of-town trip. I can cheat on you during the day, in the morning, or the afternoon. Overnight trips just make it easy, since I'd have a hotel room. You should check my credit card bills to see if I rent rooms by the hour, you know?" Joanie was sucking me off while she told me this, each phrase punctuated by a sexy oral caress of my cock.
"Of course, maybe it's special with Brad, you know? After he sees me again, what's it been now, seven years or so, maybe he'll get some colleagues to pay up for a small gangbang? I've never had a gangbang before. Oooh, is my big friend rising to the fantasy of your little wife, the mother of your child, pleasing several men at once? We ARE a pervert, aren't we, Mike?"
We had some super-hot sex as I confessed many (but not all) of my cuckolding fantasies. Joanie told me that even if I actually wanted to be a cuckold, I was out of luck with her. I'd have to find a different sort of woman to marry.
"Even in the limit case? Even with Brad?" I had stupidly said.
"Look, as you know, Brad was my first, and I enjoyed having sex with Brad for most of my younger years, but Brad is a twisted fuck. He enjoyed pimping me out while he watched other men enjoy my body. Yeah, it was hot at the time, and I enjoyed the sexual variety that ensued, you know? I got off on the taboo of fucking in front of somebody else, fucking a man because Brad told me to, and fucking for money."
"I loved the thrill of playing the whore. He shared the money with me, and that was nice, too. But those days are over, over and done with, buried six feet deep, and Brad is now just an old friend, and nothing more, okay?"
"But you're excited to be seeing him, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, of course I am. I still love Brad -- no, not in that way! -- and we haven't seen each other in years. I have so much history with him, that of course I'm excited to see him!" Joanie said. "It's not about sex; it's about seeing again an old friend, maybe my best friend ever," Joanie said. She was getting a little exasperated by my pre-emptive jealousy.
"Joanie, be honest. Have you ever cheated on me? Remember that trip to Atlanta, and how the next week you got that big promotion you thought you'd never get?" I asked.
Joanie looked at me. She had a strange expression on her face. "What if I had cheated on you in Atlanta? What if I fucked some stuf right in the outdoor pool at the Georgian Terrace on Peachtree Street? What if I had been a Peachtree Slut, like many a girl before me? What would you do?"
