“Since the kids are going to be with my parents while I'm gone, why don't you come with me to Vancouver?” I asked my wife. “It's been a long time since it was just the two of us.”“It means a lot to me that you asked,” she replied, “but what would I do all day while you're working? You're also going to need to hang out some with your coworkers, and you know I find that boring. There's the money too; you know the company isn't going to pay for my flight and my meals. And do you really want to put Nietzsche in a kennel for three weeks?”
I was oblivious to my wife's relationship with RG and had no idea that the real reason she didn't want to go was that she planned to spend those three weeks with him. At this point in our marriage, I had not even the slightest suspicion that my wife had ever cheated, much less that she had a boyfriend.
“No, I don't want to put him in the kennel at all, but you don't have to stay for the entire three weeks.” I said.
“Also,” she told me, “if the kids get tired of being with your parents and want to come home, I'll be able to just drive down and pick them up. As much as I'd like to go it's really better for everyone, and especially Nietzsche, if I stay here.”
As I know now, my wife had made RG a promise and she wasn't going to let anything stop her from making good on it. She'd already made arrangements with a friend of hers to take care of Nietzsche and as soon as I got on my plane, she dropped him off. When the kids called two days later, telling her they were bored and wanted to come home, she told them their grandparents had been looking forward to having them and would be heartbroken if they came home so soon.
“Besides,” she added, “Darla's husband is also going to be gone. Only for a week, but I invited her to come visit and stay with me. It's been a long time since we've been able to get together.”
She'd actually given Darla the option of staying at our place by herself and using it as her own private fuck pad, or staying with her and her boyfriend at his place. Darla chose to spend her week with my wife and RG.
Barely an hour after my plane had left the ground, RG pulled into our driveway to pick up my wife for their trip to the home of a friend in the Hill Country.
“I've been going nuts waiting for your husband to leave,” he said. “This is going to be a great three weeks, and I hope a lot longer.”
His friend was also going to be away, and hearing about his plans with my wife, he offered his bachelor pad so RG didn't have to worry about running into his own wife around town while they were still just separated.
“He's going to be calling every night to the house and expecting me to answer,” my wife told him. “Don't you dare answer my phone if you hear it ringing. And let me be clear: we're going to have fun for three weeks, but don't take that as a sign that I'm going to leave my family.”
“I'm planning to add a lot of video to my collection while you're here,” RG told her, “if that's alright with you.”
“Fine, but I don't want my husband finding them on the internet,” she replied. “I have never let him take video like that, and I fear that would sting even more than the cheating.”
“Don't worry, he won't find them.” joked RG.
“You know what I mean," she said sternly.
In less than 10 minutes, they were on the road to Luling, planning to pickup I-10 there and follow it out to the friend's place in Boerne. RG had brought a thermos of martinis, and after drinking a couple, my wife was feeling frisky.
“Would you like to re-live a fond memory?” she said suddenly.
“What?” replied RG.
“It's a line from a movie," she said, scooting over in the seat and reaching for his zipper to extract his cock, rapidly hardening at her touch as he caught on.
“Oh, I think I would," he said as her mouth engulfed that big, beautiful cock and she felt it deep in her throat.
“This is the only way to travel,” he said as she sucked his cock. “Fuck, I'm going to cum," he said before long, and she plunged her mouth down and held it there as he unloaded straight down her throat.
“I love how your cum tastes." she told him, wiping the little that had leaked from her mouth off her lips.
The first several days were not particularly eventful. They fucked, drank, ate, and fucked some more. My wife sucked his cock in every room in the house and got fucked in them all too. Fucked in the kitchen, the living room on the sofa and in a recliner, the bedroom, of course, laundry room, bathroom, in the shower, and on a lounge chair out by the pool. I had no idea my wife had that kind of sex drive because, as I now know, during the time she was with RG, she was his almost exclusively and was telling me that she just couldn't match my libido.
As they lay in bed after another afternoon of several days of sex and drinking, the doorbell rang.
“Who can that be?” asked my wife. “Darla isn't due until tomorrow.“
"LJ, I hope,” said her boyfriend. “He has a place down the road.”
“I'm not dressed!” She protested, and RG told her to just put on the robe he handed her.
RG slipped on his underwear and went to let their guest in. LJ, it was. RG introduced them.
“LJ is a VP at your husband's company,” he explained. “He did me a solid.” he told her.
My wife looked between them, puzzled, but she said, “Well then, I guess I should play the good hostess. You probably don't know my husband, but I wouldn't want to cause him problems at work.”
“Oh,” LJ explained, “I've never met him, but I'm the reason he's in Vancouver right now. I owed your boyfriend a favor.”
My wife was more than a little surprised.
“So,” RG told her, “you do need to be a good hostess and show your appreciation.”
And with that, LJ bent forward and kissed her, opening her robe and feeling her big tits.
“I do love my employee's wives," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently urging her down to her knees in front of him.
“Let's see how you suck cock. Your boyfriend raves about your skills, and I've been dying to find out for myself. Impress me, and your husband may have a bright future ahead of him.”
She'd had fantasies about important men like this in the past and found herself doing as he asked. She unbuckled and unzipped his trousers and extracted his cock. It was bigger and fatter than her boyfriend's.
“Now I understand why you're so arrogant," she said.
“Well,” he replied, I can't speak from any specific personal knowledge, but I doubt many men with small cocks have the swagger it takes to get to the top.”
He was circumcised, unlike RG, and his cock was perfectly proportioned, somewhat veiny, with a large purple helmet, and she found herself admiring the erotic beauty of it.
She was determined to impress him with her cocksucking skills and show this important man what a wife who loves her husband can do to advance his career.
“Oh my fucking God,” moaned LJ as my wife swallowed his big cock. “Fuck, most women don't get much past the head; you're phenomenal.”
In the mood she was in, she found his comment oddly flattering, and it encouraged her to suck his cock with a kind of wild abandon, absolutely shamelessly and with gusto. She wanted on some level to consume it, and she applied herself to the task without restraint.
She wanted to make his knees weak and feel his legs shudder. She plunged her mouth down on it until she felt the heaviness of his balls pressing against her chin, and she could tell she was getting to him very quickly. She slid her warm mouth back up to the head and plunged back down on his cock repeatedly, her throat squeezing his shaft and head with every plunge.
“Oh my fucking god! "He managed to exclaim to RG just before reaching around and grabbing her head with both hands, pulling her head and mouth down on his cock and holding it there as he spurted jet after hot jet of cum, three, four, five eruptions, draining a seemingly endless supply into my wife's mouth and directly down her throat.
He pushed into her, trying to gain every tiny millimeter and managing one more spurt, then a final dribble before he let go and pulled his softening cock from her mouth.
My wife looked up at him and said, “Wow, that was a lot of cum. I thought you were going to drown me.”
“You were fantastic,” he replied. "Are you interested in being my new PA?” he said to my wife as he bucked his pants. “I can always use a good PA," he chuckled.
Turning to leave, he looked back at RG and said, “Don't forget our deal. I'll see you on Saturday.” and he was out the door.
“Deal?” questioned my wife, getting up from her knees. “What deal is he talking about?”
