(In part one, Phil's tennis protege convinced him to give her oral sex to relieve her pressure and anxiety about her upcoming tennis match. Feeling guilty, and that he might end up fucking young Barbara, he called his wife to ask her to come stay with him during the rest of the tournament.)
When Phil's wife, Cora, arrived at the Cincinnati airport, she took a cab to the Hilton. She identified herself and was given a key to Phil's room. She took a shower and a nap after unpacking.
Meanwhile, at the tennis tournament that afternoon, Barbara was doing well. She won her match in the quarter finals, scoring 7-6, 6-1. She and Phil were both excited and eager for her to continue her winning streak. When they returned to the hotel lobby, Phil advised Barbara that his wife was going to be staying with him for the rest of the tournament.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Phil, I was counting on you for some more special relief."
"We both know that I shouldn't have done that, Barbara."
"Maybe so, but it helped; I felt wonderful and won my match today."
"Yes, but I felt guilty last night and I was afraid things might get more serious, so I called Cora and asked her to come down here."
Barbara's pretty face pouted and she eased up close to Phil. Her sad eyes stared into his.
"Does that mean you didn't want to fuck me, Phil? It would only be therapeutic, not really personal."
"I can't risk ruining my marriage, Barbara. You'll just have to find a way to relieve yourself. I'm sorry."
They went to their respective rooms, agreeing to meet for dinner. When Phil entered his hotel room, Cora was still napping, wrapped in one of the soft white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel. She awoke when Phil closed the door, and he rushed to the bed and kissed her.
"How did it go today out there?" she asked.
"Great! Barbara took control and eased to a win, and she's in the semi finals. She was at her best today."
"And is that because you helped her last night?"
"What? No, Cora, I told you the truth; I didn't fuck her."
"Then what happened? If you were horny enough for phone sex, something happened."
Phil thought long and hard before answering. He and Cora had always been honest and open about things in their marriage, and he didn't want something to come up later and spoil their relationship, so he decided to admit what he had done.
"Her boyfriend couldn't come along and she was sexually frustrated and somehow convinced me to give her oral sex."
"How many times did you make her come?" Cora asked with a slight grin.
"Just once, Cora, it was actually just very therapeutic, not personal."
Cora laughed long and hard and finally composed herself.
"Sex is not therapeutic, Phil, it's sex. It's fucking sex when either one of you comes."
"But we didn't fuck, and I told her that I wouldn't. I brought you here so I wouldn't be tempted to cheat on you and I thought you would appreciate that."
"I do appreciate it, but did she expect you to "help" her again?"
"I think so, but I told her you would be here for the rest of the tournament and that she'd have to take care of herself."
Cora got off the bed and tied the robe closed.
"Why don't you get your shower and some rest before dinner? I'm going to go talk to Barbara to make sure she is okay."
"That's fine, just don't let her know that you know what happened."
"Don't worry; I won't."
Cora knocked on the adjoining door and Barbara opened it. She was still wearing her tennis skirt and blouse and her face was a little flushed.