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Chut Chudai Ke Kahani He was too good looking to ignore. She just had to have him चुदाई कहानियाँ :

Cheta, He was too good looking to ignore. She just had to have him, Enough fantasizing, I had to get going or I’d be late. Reluctantly, I took the last sip of coffee, grabbed my purse and headed off to work. There I would have to associate with the subject of my fantasies. His name was Bradley Stone but everyone called him “Stoney.” The name was fitting. He was truly chiseled from a block of granite and brought to life by the breath of a Greek God. In short, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.

I know, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it wasn’t only my opinion-not by a long shot. He was pretty much the main topic of conversation when any of the office girls got together. I heard Betty bragging in the lunch room the other day. She was downright giddy as she told the other girls that he smiled at her. Cathy tried to top that by saying he had his hand on the back of her chair while he was leaning over her shoulder checking something on her computer screen. I sometimes found myself checking for drool on my chin after just talking to him.

I guess we all have our fantasies. When I was in high school I had an unbelievable crush on Sean Connery. I would have dropped my panties for him in the wink of an eye. That’s not uncommon for adolescents with raging hormones. Hell, back then we all had a crush on somebody or another but now was supposed to be different. We were adults. Was it normal to still have crushes?

My name is Langley Anderson and for the past sixteen years I’ve been the faithful spouse of Nelson Anderson, the best husband a wife could want. Together, we are raising our beautiful daughter, Evangeline. She’s in her sophomore year of high school and a true gift from heaven.

I know, I know! What right do I have fantasizing over another man? None, absolutely none at all—but I can’t help it. All I have to do is get a glance of him as he walks past my office door and I get wet between my legs.

I’ve been working with Stoney now for about seven months, ever since he transferred to the Chicago office from California. When I first met him I just smiled as I shook his hand. I was scared to death that if I opened my mouth I’d say something like, “Hi—wanna fuck?”

Wouldn’t you know, the top brass picked me to show him around during his first week. I tried just flat out ignoring his looks. I concentrated on treating him like any other colleague. It worked too, for a while anyway.

Then one night, on a lark, I decided to pretend Nelson was Stoney during a particularly wild love making session. I should have never done that because it’s what sparked my fantasies…and they’re getting worse. Now I fantasize about Stoney before sex with Nelson, during sex with Nelson, and after sex with Nelson. I’m surprised I haven’t screamed his name in the heat of passion. Thankfully, I’ve never done that and I’m careful to keep it that way.

I am a little stunned my loving husband hasn’t picked up on my guilt after our love making sessions though. After all, what I’m doing is a form of infidelity. I’ve tried wiping out my shame by convincing myself that what I do is just a fashion of roleplay. Hell, people do it all the time to spice things up a little. Of course I’m just kidding myself and I know it. It’s only roleplay when both parties are cognizant of what’s happening and act it out with each other. Nelson hasn’t a clue.

A while back, to relieve my conscience, I actually thought of confessing. That thought then morphed into maybe the most evil and self-destructive idea I’ve ever had. I considered asking Nelson for a free pass; permission for a one-night stand.

As I said, Nelson is about as perfect a husband as you can get. He doesn’t make millions but he makes a damn good living and is home with his family almost every night. He’s loving, caring, attentive, patient, and passionate. He’s honest and trustworthy to a fault. He teaches our daughter the difference between right and wrong by setting examples and by the strength of his character.

Just thinking of all his fine qualities makes me wonder how I could even think of hurting such a man. I’m not stupid. I know asking for a free pass would crush him. I also know it would damage our marriage and our relationship, maybe even end it. I…hell…any woman would have to have the IQ of an ameba to do something like that. No—I’m a lot smarter than that. I know that if I ever slept with Stoney, secrecy would have to be paramount and foolproof. No one, and I mean no one, except for he and I of course, could ever know. I couldn’t take even the slightest, most minuscule chance of Nelson finding out.

As I pulled into the parking lot of our office complex I took a deep breath to prepare for another day of self-flagellation. I had to stop doing this to myself. Hell, yes he’s gorgeous, but in the end he’s just a man. I have to keep telling myself that—he’s just a man; he’s just a man…a man with thick wavy, raven black hair and pearlescent blue eyes that pierce your very soul. A man with prominent cheek bones, deep dimples, a squared off jaw, and a strong chin with a cleft right in the middle. A man with broad shoulders and a body built by Fisher…yes, just a man but oh what a man.

God, there I go again, I scolded myself. I sometimes think I’m going crazy. Of course there are times when I don’t fantasize about sleeping with Stoney. Instead I try to dream up ways of getting him safely in the sack. I have no doubts he’s as interested as I am. Being a good looking woman all my life I’ve learned the difference between innocent flirting and, “anytime you want it, baby,” Stoney definitely falls into the latter category. No, the problem is not getting him into bed, it’s insuring no one ever finds out about it.

As I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the ninth floor I could remember being able to do so without my heart pounding or my blood pressure rising. As the doors opened, the organized chaos of the bustling office would serve as a tranquilizer and help me get through another day.

The first thing I did was head for the executive coffee room, the one with real coffee, not that machine crap. Yes, I had worked my way high enough up the corporate ladder to earn the right to a good cup of coffee. I said I was no dummy.

I wandered over to my desk and was just about to sit down and take a sip of brew when my phone rang. “Hello.”

“Good morning, Langley.”

It was Mr. Johnson, one of the vice presidents and one of my immediate bosses. I said good morning and after a couple pleasantries he asked me to come to his office. I didn’t think I was in any trouble but I did wonder what it was all about.

“Have a seat, Langley.”

Ah oh, I knew something was up. Most of the time Johnson just had you stand in front of his desk while he tells you what he wants, then he dismisses you. It’s a rarity for him to invite someone to sit down.

“Langley, how would like a little vacation?”

“A vacation? Ah, not really, Mr. Johnson. My vacation is scheduled for August. We already have a family trip all planned.”

“Well, this is more like a working vacation, although there’s no REAL work involved. Corporate is having a seminar on international management techniques next week. All the offices have to send two representatives. I had slated Bruebaker to go but the blooming idiot got up in the middle of the night, fell down the stairs, and broke his leg.”

“Oh my gosh, is he going to be okay?”

“Yeah, but he’ll be out of commission for a while. He sure can’t get on a plane right now. What about it? I really need you to go. The flight leaves Sunday night at six-forty. You have reservations at the Manhattan Hilton. It’s right down the street from Times Square and three blocks from corporate headquarters. They’re having the seminars in one of the large banquet rooms on the main floor. It’s only for three days. Your return flight is Wednesday night.”

“Ah—well, I guess I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” I said while standing, “where are the tickets?”

“Right here,” Johnson said, pulling them from his desk drawer. “I really appreciate this, Langley. I’ll figure out some way to repay you when you get back; maybe put you up for a romantic weekend with Nelson somewhere.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” I replied. I had just reached the doorway when I thought of something. “Mr. Johnson, you said two people from each office? Who else will be there?”

“Stoney—but he won’t be on the same plane. He’s heading out Saturday. He wants to knock around New York over the weekend.”

When Mr. Johnson mentioned Stoney’s name my knees nearly gave out. Three nights in New York with Stoney; this was too good to be true, my one and only chance to make my fantasies a reality. I felt the moisture between my legs before I even got back to my desk. My head was spinning. It’s really going to happen…and Nelson will never know a thing.

It was near to impossible to keep my mind from wandering for the rest of the day. I kept alternating between my fantasies and how I was going to tell Nelson about the trip. He’d never met Stoney so I had no worries about him being jealous or having any suspicions; hell he trusted me to a fault, but I rarely have to travel and I had to make sure I didn’t sound too excited when I told him. I was trying to decide just how much righteous indignation I should display for the short notice. I didn’t want to go overboard but I didn’t want him thinking I was happy to leave either. I had to play it cool.

When I pulled into our drive I saw Nelson had beaten me home. He does that once in a while. As I turned off the ignition I realized I was still on cloud nine. I took a deep breath to calm down and went inside.

“Ummm, something smells good,” I called out. My sweet husband had obviously started dinner already.

“Hi, hon,” I heard from the kitchen. “I saw the pork roast in the fridge when I got home and figured it was planned for dinner so I thought I’d give it some attention. I cut up some carrots and potatoes to go with it. I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect,” I told him with a kiss. “Where’s Evie?”

“Upstairs doing homework. She got quite a bit this weekend, poor kid.”

No time like the present—”Ah, I’ve got some bad news, honey.”

Nelson immediately looked concerned. “What?”

“It’s nothing that bad, honey; nothing to worry about. I have to go out of town next week, that’s all. I have to leave Sunday night. I’ll be back Wednesday night.”

“How come? That’s awful short notice, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is but I’m afraid it can’t be helped. Corporate’s having some kind of a training seminar. Mr. Johnson already had Dwight Bruebaker scheduled to go but he had an accident last night and broke his leg. I’m the next most feasible candidate I’m afraid.”

“I guess that’s what I get for marrying a woman with brains as well as beauty, huh?” he said with a grin.

That made me smile as well as warranted another kiss. I really did strike it lucky in the marriage lottery. I took my time and let our lips linger a while. “Of course you realize there is a silver lining in all of this,” I told him as we broke for air.

“And that would be?”

Even though I knew Evie couldn’t hear us, I lowered my voice and tried to sound as sexy as I could. “I am going to fuck you into a coma, Saturday night.”

Nelson’s smile got wider. “You think if I talked to your boss he could send you out of town more often?”

I playfully punched his arm. “Never you mind.”

We kissed one more time, after which I smacked my lips and patted his chest with my left hand. “I just might start saying my good-byes tonight.” I really was getting turned on and had to either change the subject or bend over the kitchen table. Since Evie was in the house I decided changing the subject was safer. “Come on, big boy, I’ll set the table, you go call your daughter.

“Oh, I already called mom and asked if she could babysit until you came home next week. She said it was no problem but she’ll have to leave as soon as you get home.”

“Okay, good. Don’t you worry about us, we’ll be just fine.”

“I know you will, Darling.” I did know too. As both a husband and father he was very capable.

Whether it was from guilt or love, later that night I felt an overwhelming need to show Nelson how much I appreciated him. He, of course, didn’t know it but I was going to show him that even though I was about to cheat on him, he was my one and only love.

Like a tigress, I slinked into the bed from the foot and prowled my way up to his growing manhood. I heard him take a short gasp of air as my tongue touched his balls then slithered up the shaft of his cock. Simultaneously I deep throated him as I reached up and raked my nails down his chest and stomach, leaving red abrasive trails in his skin.

“Oh God,” he said, as his whole body stiffened. Slowly I swirled my tongue around and around while moving my head up and down, my lips fitting snugly around his rock hard love tool.

I knew he was already getting close so I climbed on to go for a ride. I stared into his eyes and pushed my hands up and down his chest as I rocked back and forth. I could feel him trying so hard to keep from coming so I slowed down and savored the feeling of the steel like rod in my pussy.

I wanted so much to make it all about Nelson but I just couldn’t help but wonder if Stoney was going to feel this good. Would he be bigger, smaller, or about the same size?

My mind started to drift when Nelson let out with a groan and I felt him buck. His eyes were closed as he grabbed my hips and pulled them down to form a tight bond between our bodies. A picture of Stoney popped into my head just as I joined my husband in carnal bliss.

After more than two hours, two more climaxes for him and countless more for me, we were both spent. We lay together with his arm around me. Again I felt guilty for all the times Stoney wandered in and out of our bed while making love. It was always a contest as to who would be my last thought before slumber caught up with me for the night, Stoney or Nelson. To tell you the truth I don’t remember who won that night.

Saturday was pretty normal. I did some grocery shopping while Nelson mowed the lawn. We told Evie about my trip and I warned her to be good for her father.

Saturday night Nelson was determined to return my favor from the previous night. I laughed at the way he literally dove head first between my legs but just a few moments later I was no longer laughing…I was moaning.

“Oh, God, oh God,” was all I could articulate and I wasn’t even doing a good job of that. So many times I’d wondered what it will be like having sex with Stoney but I was pretty sure, when it came to eating me out, he was going to come in a pale second to my husband.

He knew every little trick, every nuance of what I liked and exactly how to give it to me. I screamed and bucked my hips upward to meet his oral talents. My fists grabbed and pulled at the sheets. I could feel every nerve in my body detonating as I convulsed in an ongoing orgasm. Wave after wave hit me again and again.

I have no idea how long I laid there with my eyes closed feeling the sensations starting to recede but when I opened them Nelson was looking down on me with a loving smile, knowing he gave me pleasure. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

As our lips parted, Nelson kept kissing me as he worked his way down my neck, eventually coming to rest at my nipple. I moaned another, “Oh God,” as he twirled his tongue around one while pinching the other. I laid my hand on the back of his head and gently held him there for a few more moments before separating my legs. Nelson didn’t miss his cue. He slip in between them and slowly entered me.

My eyes were closed but I felt his hands press into the mattress on either side of my head as he braced himself above me and tenderly pushed, starting a leisurely rhythm. I felt him give me a peck on my cheek then thrust more aggressively.

It wasn’t long before I saw stars again. Nelson slowed down but didn’t completely stop. Soon he was plowing into me again, this time much more intensely. He knew exactly how my body reacted. I arched my back and went stiff as a board as the mother of all orgasms hit me. I had to hold my breath to stifle my scream. I could feel my body jerking uncontrollably as I heard Nelson’s familiar animalistic groan. He had stopped pumping into me and just held himself in place as he splashed the walls of my vagina over and over with his love juice.

Again, as we lay wrapped in each other’s arms, I thought about my upcoming event. Nelson wasn’t even in the same ballpark as Stoney when it came to looks. Hell, not many men were. But does better looking mean better at sex? I was sure he had more experience than Nelson but I surmised I’d know the answer soon enough so I didn’t dwell on it.

Sunday morning my thoughtful husband surprised his two favorite ladies by taking us out for breakfast, after which we took a ride into the city and spent the day at the Lincoln Park Zoo.

It was a great day and I hadn’t thought of Stoney once until it came time for me to pack. I didn’t dare pack a sexy nightgown or anything like that for fear Nelson would walk in and see it. I did shove my prettiest lace bra and panty set under the rest of my clothes. I also had some cash on me that Nelson didn’t know about. If I got time maybe I could buy something pretty in New York. It would be neat if I could buy something cheap enough that Stoney could just tear from my body. Oh God, just the thought had me so wet and horny I had to slip into the bathroom and wipe myself.

I was going to drive my own car to the airport but Evie wanted to watch my plane take off so Nelson drove us. They accompanied me to the security area where I kissed them both and told them I would see them Wednesday night. As I got in line I turned and blew them both one last kiss.

As I approached the security area I felt like I was leaving one world and entering another; one world was work, family, practicality, accountability, responsibility, common sense and fidelity. The other was freedom, exemption, immaturity, wild abandonment and yes, infidelity. As I reached the TSA I was worried they might mistake my anxiousness for nervousness and give me a hard time but everything went smoothly.

As we boarded I found myself sitting between two men. Both were dressed very casually but the one to my right, in the window seat, had his laptop and I guessed him for being a business man. The guy in the aisle seat was older, much older. I figured he was on his way to visit his kids or something—probably a widower. Once we took off I stretched back and tried to get as comfortable as I could. I closed my eyes and felt a smile coming on as I started to daydream about having sex with Stoney. Every so often I had to remind myself where I was so I didn’t reach down and start rubbing myself. I wondered if either of the men could smell me, maybe one of them would give me a hand…literally.

Around the time I considered going into the washroom to get myself off I heard one of the attendants telling everyone to return their seats to the upright position. I couldn’t believe it, we were there. I’d fantasized about Stoney for the entire trip. Oh God, I sure hoped he didn’t let me down.

I grabbed a cab to the Hilton and approached the freckle faced young man behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Langley Anderson. You have a reservation for me.”

“Yes, Ms. Anderson, I have it right here,” he replied, already reaching for a key card. He set it on the counter while typing into his computer. “Do you need help with your bag, ma’am?”

“No, I’ve got it. Can you tell me if Bradley Stone has checked in?”

The young man quickly checked. “Yes, ma’am, would you like me to ring his room for you?”

I was about to say yes but changed my mind. No sense in advertising to the world. No telling who might be lurking around. “No, that’s okay.” I signed the check-in receipt, grabbed my key card and headed for the elevators.

By the time I got to my room and unpacked it was almost eleven, New York time. That was ten, Chicago time. Before I did anything I had to call home and let my hubby know I got there safe and sound. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

It took me a little by surprise. “Ah, expecting a call from your girlfriend?”

“No, expecting a call from my vagabond wife,” he chuckled.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Who else would be calling at this hour? Actually I’ve been expecting your call for the last half hour. Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, no problems, it just took a while to get here from the airport. I must be getting jetlag already, I’m kind of tired.”

“Okay, honey, I won’t keep you. Get some sleep.”

He was so sweet. We said our goodbyes and exchanged, “I love you’s.” As I hung up the receiver I yawned. I couldn’t believe it, I really was tired. Damn it, I was going to head down to the bar and see if Stoney was there but I was fading fast.

It must have been all that love making with Nelson. I guess neither of us got a lot of sleep for the past two nights. What to do? I certainly didn’t want to fall asleep while fucking the sexiest man alive.

While contemplating my options I yawned again. That’s it, I told myself, I’ve waited this long, I’ll just have to wait one more night. I unpacked my clothes and hung them up then took a hot shower. I chuckled to myself thinking I should be taking a cold one.

As tired as I was, I wasn’t even going to think about sleep until I got myself off a couple times. I closed my eyes and pictured Stoney’s chiseled features staring down at me as I pulled my knees up for better access to my moist slit. My hips subtly rose to meet the finger, knocking on my magic opening. Was it mine—or was it his? It was hard to tell anymore.

Reality swirled in my head and vaporized into fantasy. Quicker and quicker he pounded into me. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, my back arched and my toes curled as the first orgasm washed over me. No, no don’t stop, I told myself.

Faster, harder, harder, faster…”yes, yes, yes,” I screamed. “Oh, Stoney, make me come again.” And come again I did—twice before collapsing in a pool of sweat.

OH, God, I asked myself while trying to catch my breath, if it’s that exciting to just think about it I can’t even imagine how great the real thing will be.

Poor Nelson didn’t even cross my mind that night. My dreams were conquered by an invading force of want and lust…a force named Stoney.

The next morning I wandered down to the hotel’s coffee shop for breakfast. One of the guys at work who previously stayed there told me they had the best eggs benedict in the world.

I was being approached by the hostess when I saw an arm raised up from a back table.

“Good morning, ma’am; one?” she asked with a friendly smile and strong New York accent.

“Ah, actually I see a friend back there,” I said, pointing at the lonely arm, now waving around. “Is it okay if I sit with him?”

“Of course,” she replied as I followed her to the man of my dreams. I don’t think Stoney even saw the way the pretty, young lady flirted with him. She may have been seating me but she never took her eyes off of him. He probably gets so much of that he doesn’t even notice anymore, I figured.

“I see you made it,” he said, flashing his pearly white smile.

“Oh yeah; in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a big girl now. I can find my way to and from airports all by myself.”

“Oh I’ve noticed,” he returned.

Ah ha, the first volley with sexual connotations. I knew immediately we were both on the same page. From there our conversation only grew with bolder double-entendres and sexual innuendos. By the time he finished his steak and eggs and I my eggs benedict, it was a done deal. Without actually coming out and saying it, we both knew what we’d be doing for the next two nights.

We sat together, of course, at the seminar. I’m not even sure what it was about. I kept dreaming of what was ahead of us. About the time I’d try to settle down and listen to the guy doing all the talking, Stoney would lean over and whisper something in my ear. The comments got dirtier in nature as they progressed. By the time we broke for lunch I was reluctant to get up from my chair for fear I’d squish from my wet panties.

The seminar had a buffet set up in the back of the room for lunch. Just as we approached, a couple guys from the California office came over to say hi to Stoney and I got corralled by a guy who had moved from our Chicago office to New Jersey, so we were both kept busy. That was probably a good thing or I might have tossed the food on the floor and attacked Stoney on the table right there in front of everyone. Well, that’s the way it happened in my dream, anyway.

By the time the seminar ended for the day at three o’clock, I was hornier than I could ever remember. Stoney and I stopped in one of the hotel’s bars for a quick drink. He started the conversation as soon as we were served. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I transferred to Chicago.”

“You have? How come you never said anything?”

“I can’t take a chance. I love my wife and kids—but I also love a strange piece of ass now and then. I just have to be extremely careful. Angie, that’s my wife, almost caught me a couple of years ago. I had a little thing going with an L.A. Ram’s cheerleader. Like an idiot I took her home one day for a quickie. Of course Angie picked that day to get sick at work and came home early. If she’d shown up twenty minutes sooner she’d have caught me red handed.

“I went through hell for a while after that. I told her I came home to get something but there was no doubt she was suspicious. When I broke it off with the cheerleader she threatened to rat us out. I thought for sure I was going to lose my family. It obviously didn’t happen but it taught me to be more careful in the future.”

I had to admit, it was a little disconcerting to hear myself referred to as a, “strange piece of ass,” but then that’s what I was I guess. I didn’t take it personal. All I could think of was having this hunk pressed against my naked body.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I’ve been fantasizing about you for the last few months.”

“Really…well, well, well,” he smirked.

“I…ah, I’ve never done this before. How does it work? I mean, do I just come to your room or what?”

His smile was almost patronizing. “Well, I need a shower to revitalize myself after sitting in that stupid chair all day. I also have to call Angie and get that out of the way. Why don’t we meet in the restaurant for dinner about six-thirty. After that you go to your room and I’ll go to mine for a while…just to make sure. When I know the coast is clear I’ll come by.”

“Are you sure? I mean…if you’re going to take a shower I could scrub your back.”

There was that patronizing smile again. “I love your enthusiasm, Langley, but we’ll have all evening for the next two nights together. I need a little time to relax and talk to my wife and kids. Besides, it’s always better to fuck on a full stomach. It increases stamina. I’ll stay the night but I’ll set my alarm for five. That way I’ll be back in my own room before anyone else wakes up. How’s that sound?”

I was actually a little disappointed. I wondered if he had any idea how anxious I was. I thought of telling him I didn’t want to wait that long but decided to keep a smidgen of pride and agreed with his time table.

We finished our drinks and went to our rooms. The first thing I had to do was take my panties off and rinse them out in the sink. I stripped and walked to the bathroom in the raw. My whole body tingled when I thought of Stoney seeing me naked in a little while. I ran some water over my panties, wrung them out and hung them over the shower rod.

Rather than take my usual shower I decided to soak in the tube. Good old Hilton Inns. I spotted a small bottle of lavender bath oil on a shelf. I ran a full tube of nice hot water and added the oil before slinking in up to my neck. Oh God, it was heaven.

I closed my eyes and allowed my hand to wander. The touch of my slippery flesh as my fingers worked their way home was unbelievably erotic. I came with a stifled scream the moment I stroked my magic button.

I soaked until I started to prune up then threw on the terrycloth robe adorned with the Hilton insignia and made my way to the bed. I glanced at the clock as I collapsed onto the soft mattress. It was only twenty to five. God, there must be some way to speed up time, I thought. It’ll take me about half an hour to dress and put on my makeup. That still leaves almost an hour and a half—what the hell was I supposed to do for an hour and a half.

I laid there thinking. I looked at the clock again-quarter to five. It was only quarter to four in Chicago but…I wondered. Knowing my husband I guessed he’d take off early from work so he could spend some quality time with his daughter. I deliberated calling the house. I had to make sure Nelson wouldn’t be able to detect any guilt in my voice.


“Hi, honey, I knew you’d be home already.”

“You did, how did you know?”

“Oh, I just figured you’d want to get in as much father-daughter time as you could since I was out of the way,” I joked.

“You, my love, are never in the way.”

Damn, he always knew just the right thing to say. “Awe, you’re so sweet. How was work?”

“The same as always; how’s the seminar? Are you learning to do calisthenics in the parking lot before work every day?”

I knew it was only my guilt-ridden conscious but when Nelson mentioned calisthenics I immediately equated it with sex and for an instant, nervously wondered if it was some veiled attempt to let me know he knew what I was up to. As quickly as the thought entered my mind; however, I knew it wasn’t so. He was simply making a reference to what workers do in Japan.

“No,” I managed to say with a laugh, “no calisthenics, just boring stuff about the psychology of the employer employee relationship.”

“Ooh, sounds like a barrel of fun,” he replied. “Want to talk to Evie, she’s right here.”


“Hi, mom, when are you coming home?”

“I’ll be home Wednesday night, honey; miss me?”

“Yeah, I…I’m having a little boy trouble too, mom.” She’d lowered her voice to a whisper. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, honey. Can it wait till I get home?”

“Yeah, here comes dad again,” she whispered for the second time. “I love you, mom.”

It was a little game we always played. “I love you more,” I responded.

“We love you more,” both my husband and daughter echoed in unison.

I had to laugh. “Okay, guys, I give. I’m getting hungry so I’m going to get something to eat then I have some homework before turning in so I will say my goodbyes for the night.”

“Okay, honey.” It was just Nelson’s voice again. “Don’t work too hard my darling. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Good night.” With that I hung up. For a moment I reflected on how lucky I was to have such a wonderful family. Of course my next thought was to look at the clock and see how much longer before Stoney and I would be dancing in the sheets.

As I started getting dressed all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. What if he wanted to do something really kinky, would I let him? What about anal? Oh God I hoped he didn’t want to do anal, I’d never done it. Nelson knows my feelings on the subject and has never pushed, even though I’m pretty sure he’d like to try it. What about Stoney? What if he pushed me, what’ll I do? Jesus, what if he forces me to…what am I thinking? He’s not like that. If he tried I’d threaten to tell his wife—but then Nelson would find out. I’ll just have to make it clear from the start…no anal.

I was talking myself into a nervous breakdown. Relax, I told myself. We’ll have some dinner, some wine, some sexy conversation…everything is going to be just fine. Just calm down, go with the flow, and enjoy yourself, Langley. This is what you’ve been fantasizing about for months. Just take it as it comes…”or take him as he comes,” I said out loud, laughing at my own joke.

Next was deciding what to wear. We had to be careful. We knew people in the hotel. I wanted to look nice for him but it couldn’t look like we were on a date. It had to simply look like two colleagues having dinner together before retiring to their respective rooms for the night.

Damn it. I so wanted to knock his socks off. Other than my one pair of sexy underwear, I didn’t even have anything seductive that he could remove later. Oh well, I thought, maybe it’s for the best. I didn’t want to appear overanxious, even though we both knew I was.

I looked nice but that was about it when I took the elevator down to the lobby. I certainly didn’t get any double-takes from men as I made my way to the restaurant. It was six-twenty when the maître’ D approached. I was about to tell him a table for two when I spotted Stoney already seated. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who was anxious.

To be real honest, I don’t remember what I eat. I wasn’t paying much attention. I could hardly take my eyes off of him. There he was, right across the table from me; Sean Connery, Tom Cruise, and Cary Grant all rolled into one. I still couldn’t believe it was happening-really happening.

The hour was quickly approaching. I could feel my heart beating just a little faster.

“What room are you in,” Stoney asked while lowering his voice.


“You have a better view of the city than I do,” he commented. “I’m on the ninth floor. Okay, you go first. I don’t want to be seen getting on the same elevator together. I’ll give you a few minutes before I leave. I’m going to go to my own room for ten or fifteen minutes then I’ll be along. Leave the door slightly ajar so I don’t have to knock.”

My throat was so dry I had to take a sip of water before I could answer him. “Okay.” I got up and headed out to the lobby. We both had the same expense account for the trip so it didn’t matter who paid. I let him do it.

By the time I got back to my room I was so nervous I almost forgot to leave the door open a crack. Now what, I thought? Do I wait for him in bed? Should I get naked or maybe strip down to my black lace panties and bra? No, I want him to undress me. I want some romance before just jumping into bed. I decided to just wait.

I checked the time on my cell…seven-twenty. Oh God, I was starting to hyperventilate. I had to calm down. I tried taking some deep breaths. I stood up and paced back and forth. I had to get my mind off things, if only for a minute.

I walked over to the mini-bar to make sure it was well stocked. I checked through the inventory to make sure we had enough for a few martinis. I took another couple deep breaths and tried to force myself to relax. I checked my phone again…seven-twenty six.

This was it—this was my fantasy coming true. My palms were starting to sweat; in fact I was starting to perspire all over. I rushed into the bathroom to touch up my make-up and spread some deodorant under my arms.

I was just coming back out when I saw Stoney quietly closing the door. He looked at me and smiled as he moved the safety lock into position. “Finally, I have you all to myself,” he declared.

“I…I…would…ah, would you like a drink? I…ah, I can make us a couple martinis,” I finally stammered.

“Later,” he said, closing the gap between us. It was as if my flesh was on fire as he took ahold of my upper arms and pulled me into an embrace. I looked into those piercing blue eyes and felt like I was going to explode with excitement.

By now my heart was racing, my pulse quickened. My flesh tingled from every nerve in my body sparking with jolts of passion. Together our lips met. Our tongues teased and danced with one another’s. I was beginning to feel light headed; the room started to spin, my panties were soaked with…

Wait, they weren’t soaked. They weren’t even damp. That was odd, my panties always got wet from just thinking of Stoney. Here I was kissing him, laying the foundation for a night of intense, animalistic, no holds barred fucking and I was dry as a bone down there. How was that possible?

That’s when I heard their voices echoing in my head, “I love you more.” I could see their image plain as day. My husband and daughter standing there, telling me they loved me more while I kissed another man.

It was like being struck by lightning. My body wasn’t reacting to the excitement or the anticipation of having sex with Stoney, it was reacting to the realization of it. My nerves weren’t on fire from passion, they were telling me what a fool I was being. My panties weren’t wet because fantasy is one thing but cheating is unforgivable. I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life—THAT’S what my body was telling me.

I quickly opened my eyes and pushed my hands against Stoney’s chest while I pulled my lips from his. I pushed so hard he had to take a step back to catch himself. I could tell from his face that he was very confused.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t do this, Stoney. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Thinking? You’ve been fantasizing about this for months. You told me yourself. This is something we both want. You’re just nervous. Come on, let’s have that drink. It’ll take the edge off. We’ll take things a little slower, that’s all. I plan to give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Stoney—no; I mean it! I can’t do this. I can’t do it to my husband. I can’t do it to my daughter.”

“You’re not doing anything to them. They’ll never know. I was extremely careful to make sure nobody saw me. It’s just you and me, Langley. No one else is ever going to know.”

“I’d know, Stoney, I’d know. I’d never be able to look Nelson in the face again. I’m so damned ashamed of myself for letting it go this far.” I could feel my eyes welling up as I sat on the edge of the bed. My hands were shaking from thinking how close I came to betraying my husband. “Don’t you love your wife? Don’t…”

“Yes, of course I do. I told you I love her. That’s why I’m so damned careful. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“Wrong, it does hurt her because you lose a little more respect for her every time you do it with somebody else-you have to.”

“Oh that’s bullshit, Langley, and you know it. Just because I knock off a strange piece once in a while doesn’t mean I don’t love or respect my wife, that’s nonsense.”

“Is it; I don’t think so. You might love the way she looks or love being married to her; maybe you love the way she sucks your cock, I don’t know, but I don’t believe you truly love her. You can’t respect someone you’re disloyal to every chance you get. You sure as hell don’t respect your marriage vows, you can’t deny that and if you don’t respect the vows how can you respect the woman you made them to? No, Stoney, you can’t tell me you respect your wife and I don’t think you can truly love someone you don’t respect.”

“You’re making a mountain out of mole hill, Langley. Jennifer is a good mother and a good wife, and in spite of what you say, I love her to death.”

“Really? What if she ever found out?”

I saw instantly in his face that he took my question as a threat. “No, Stoney, I’m not threatening to tell you wife but what if someone did see you one of these days? Or maybe somebody falls in love with those gorgeous features of yours and wants to break up your marriage so she can have you for herself. You said yourself it almost happened once. I would have thought that would have cured you. Imagine how badly it will hurt your wife and kids if it ever does happen.”

“Okay, okay, you made your point,” he said, turning for the door. “You don’t want to get together—fine, but don’t go making moral judgments on how I live my life,” he said as closed the door behind him.

I’m not sure how long I sat there, quite a while. I was crying off and on. I thought of all the people in my life and what they would think of me if they’d known how close I came to fucking another man. My mom, my dad, my sister, they’d all be devastated, not to mention Nelson and Evangeline. Even most of our friends would see me as an immoral slut.

After another burst of tears I made myself a drink. I walked across the room and opened the drapes on the large floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city. Damn it was gorgeous. If I got my face close to the glass and pressed my cheek against it I could see the Empire State Building reaching for the clouds.

Suddenly I felt so lonely. The walls of the room knew my shame, the air dripped with my guilt. I needed my husband. I needed my family. I wanted so much to call Nelson but I was afraid he’d hear the disgrace and self-loathing in my voice. God I wished I had brought a good book. I had all these plans for Stoney and me in the evenings so I didn’t even think to bring one.

I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and could see Nelson’s face smiling down on me. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so very, very sorry.” I could feel the remorse leaking from my eyes and running down the side of my face. Eventually I drifted off to sleep on a soggy pillow.

The next morning I really didn’t want to see Stoney so I left the hotel and walked down to the little restaurant in the next block for breakfast. I purposely waited until the seminar started before going in and taking a seat in the back of the room. Evidently he had no more desire to speak to me than I him. He didn’t even look my way when we broke for lunch.

That night I had dinner in my room. One more day and I’d be home. I missed my family so much my loneliness was palpable. I’m not normally that way. I’m usually very content being alone. Of course usually I’m happy with myself. I normally consider myself a good person. That was the difference. I didn’t feel that way at the time. I felt dirty and shameful.

It was nine o’clock by the time I mustered the courage to call Nelson. I tried to sound normal but I guess I wasn’t too successful because half way into our conversation he asked if something was wrong. I used the age tested excuse that I was just tired. I was going to have to work hard to shake the guilt before I got back home.

Stoney and I hadn’t said another word to each other the following day. When I got to the airport I noticed him sitting in the lounge waiting for the same flight as me. I wondered if I should try and start a dialogue. After all we still had to work together.

He looked up from what he was reading and saw me but didn’t so much as crack a smile. At that moment I thought screw it. I’m sure he and I will talk at work. As far as I was concerned that was enough for me. When we boarded he was in seat four-A, I was in ten-C.

All I could think about during the entire flight home was how I had betrayed my family. I remembered when I first met Stoney and how my heart went pitter-patter. I thought back to all the times I pretended that it was Stoney making love to me instead of Nelson. The more I beleaguered on the subject the more guilt I felt again. For the second time I wondered if I should confess. That would relieve some of my guilt but it would certainly hurt the man I love. Once again I discounted the idea completely.

As we pulled up to the gate at O’Hare I glanced up to see Stoney unbuckle his seat belt immediately after stopping and grab his bag from the overhead bin. He was the first one to start walking toward the door. I thought he was being kind of childish with the way he was ignoring me; then it hit me, he wasn’t used to being rejected. I have to admit, that brought a smile to my face.

I took a deep breath in preparation of seeing the two most important people in my life. When I spotted them in the waiting area my heart felt as if it would jump from my chest. It had only been three days but felt like a life time.

The wheels on my travel bag rumbled along the tiled floor as my pace quickened almost to a run. I literally flew into Nelson’s strong arms. I felt so safe in his embrace. I’m not sure how long our kiss lasted but it was eventually interrupted by Evangeline.

“Mom—mom did you see that guy on the plane? Is he a movie star?”

“What, honey,” I asked, breaking our kiss and acknowledging our daughter.

“That guy that was on the plane…”

“I think it might be time for that talk, honey. Our daughter is starting to notice boys.”

“Oh dad,” replied Evie.

I think we both found Nelson’s comment funny. “Honey, Evie and I had that talk a long time ago and have had several more since then,” I explained.

“Oh,” was his only comment. I could tell he was a little embarrassed. “She saw some guy coming off the same plane as you. I have to admit, he was a hell of a good looking guy.”

Of course I knew right away who they were talking about. It’s amazing how fast the human brain can function when it has to. Almost instantly I knew I had two options. I could say, “Oh that was Stoney,” or I could just keep my mouth shut. The chances of Nelson and Stoney ever meeting were pretty slim so I opted to keep my mouth shut; no sense putting ideas in my husband’s head.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I said after giving my daughter a hug. “I didn’t see any movie stars.”

Later that night, after Evie was asleep, Nelson and I made love…and I do mean made love. There was no third party in the room that night, just me and my loving husband. Stoney never even entered my thoughts.

It’s really strange how the mind works sometimes. Before New York I couldn’t look at Stoney without dreaming of having him inside me. After the close call shocked me back into reality I look at him now as I look at any man who isn’t my husband, with simple disinterest. When I hear the secretaries talking about him, instead of it spurring my own fantasies I think how silly they are.

I know it still irks Stoney. I can see it in his eyes. Every time he looks at me he sees the one that got away—the one who rejected him. I do confess to taking a smidgen of pride in that.

A week after I came back, Mr. Johnson hadn’t said anything so I casually reminded him of his promise. A few days later his secretary stopped by my desk with a weekend vacation package at a romantic bed & breakfast in Galena. I immediately called my mom to see if she could watch Evie for a weekend. She told me weekend after next was clear so I made the reservations. I saved it as a surprise for Nelson.

It took me a long time to get over my guilt. In fact, every time I think about it I still feel a little, even today. Luckily Nelson never knew and I will carry my secret to the grave before I hurt him. He’s the best husband and father a woman could want. Now it’s time for me to step up and be the best wife and mother.

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