Authors Note: This is a series of stories about an affair between Gary, a former executive and Maribeth, a ph.D working for the Veterans Administration. This relationship has been honest and open from the very beginning, and I am in the process of chronicling the events that have happened between us. Very early on I had told Maribeth about two prior affairs I had, and she expressed an interest in sharing my experiences with these women. We came to call these discussions "Story time." Sometimes the stories were things that actually happened with me and Jennifer or Karen, or sometimes they were stories that these ladies shared with me about other sexual experiences they had. In any event, they proved to be turn-on for both of us.
At the time I met Jen, she was a 42 year old buyer for a major clothing company, and I was a 44 year old executive. Both of us traveled extensively as part of our jobs, so it was only fitting that we met on a plane. I was married with three children; she was married but was childless and intended to stay that way. Later, she explained to me that she and her husband Steve had decided that they would have an open marriage.
Apparently Steve, who was a partner in a law firm on Wall Street had a number of stand ins for Jen when she was on the road which was often. In fact, despite her company being headquartered in Chicago, Jen and her husband lived in Connecticut, so often she would commute there. She also made it a point to visit suppliers, most of whom were either in China, Southeast Asia or South America. By the time I met her she had been a member of United's million mile club several times over.
We soon became lovers and would plan our respective business trips so that we could meet, sometimes only for a day, but on occasion for longer periods. In between we would often talk on the phone, most memorably when we were alone in our respective hotels in different cities, both naked, playing with our respective boy or girl parts. Our erotic conversations always lead to very satisfying orgasms on both ends of the line, that were only surpassed when we were actually together and our physical bodies were joined.
With that background, fast-forward to the present. Maribeth and I lay naked in bed, her head on my chest, her hand gently holding and squeezing my semi hard shaft and my hand cupping her soft full breast that I began to tell her about Jennifer and I in San Francisco.
"I was in town attending a conference, which ran from Wednesday through Sunday and she was in town meeting with a number of brokers representing Asian textile and clothing manufacturers, so it was going to be an especially long get together for us, one that was fairly rare during our affair. On occasion, I had gone to one of her meetings with suppliers and it was instantly obvious how this petite, short-haired blonde woman had achieved her position in her company. She could be both charming and demanding. Her negotiating style was equal parts depreciating humor and insightful questions that often had her opponents on their heels. Before these meetings she would tell me what she expected they would want and what they were going to get. She was always right on the first point, and always successful on the second."
"Did your wife ever travel with you on these trips?" Maribeth asked, nuzzling her face into my chest, and kissing my skin.
"Sometimes" I said, "More to conventions than conferences, and never on business trips."
I squeezed Naribeth's naked body closer, and continued.
"As usual we checked into different hotels, though neither of us expected to sleep alone. We had agreed early on in our relationship that we would minimize any "paper trail" as much as possible, hence the redundancy. I had a talk I was scheduled to give at the conference I was attending on Thursday afternoon, and needed to moderate some other discussions on Wednesday and Friday; she was in meetings all day Wednesday and was scheduled to visit some of her company's retail stores in the area on Thursday, so we arranged to have our evenings free as well as the weekend." As I said this, I must have smiled, because Maribeth raised her eyes and asked; "A pleasant memory?"
"Indeed" was my response to her question.
"Because so many people at the conference knew me, and many knew my wife; Jennifer and I agreed that we would use her hotel as home base for the next few days. It wasn't far away, only about a fifteen minute walk from where I was staying and anyway I kind of liked the exercise."
"We had not actually been together for about three months, so when I walked into the bar where we had arranged to meet I wasn't surprised that when she saw me that she gave a cute squeal of excitement, jumped off her bar stool and gave me a lot more than a little peck on the cheek. Her mouth found mine and, while not a real French kiss, our tongues did a little tip dance together reminding us both that it had been far too long.
She was dressed in a low cut black satin blouse that was revealing a wonderful view of the pale upper slopes of her breasts. I could see no outline of bra straps, but it wasn't entirely clear that she was braless either. Her silver grey skirt had flecks of red and was nicely tailored and showed her beautiful smooth tan legs and round full hips to their best advantage. Her blue eyes were framed by her glasses which she always wore, even when we made love, and her pouty lips had been enhanced with pink lipstick, not exactly glossy but shiny nevertheless. Her perfume was called "Radiance," which she always wore."
At his point, my penis which was still encased in Maribeth's warm hand gave a twitch and I said "Just remembering the smell of that perfume can still cause me to become aroused as maybe you just noticed."
"Is that what it was?" Maribeth pouted, "I thought it was me. Remind me to smash every bottle of that stuff I can find."
