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My Executive Wife was just too busy - Part 2

“I’d certainly remember you.” I replied, emphasizing “you”.

She kept staring at me, then her husband, Chairman of the Board Gerald, called her over to sit for dinner. After holding out the chair for Elsa, I took my place next to my Chief Executive bride. We were directly across from Gerald and Stephanie. The dinner service began, and the big wigs started blathering on about markets, customers, this acronym and that acronym, yada, yada, occasionally interrupted by invited customers making their way over to the table to glad-hand and back-slap. I lost count of the introductions, rising, smiling, shaking hands, sitting, taking a few bites, rising, smiling, shaking hands…..you get the idea.

Stephanie never said a word, or was asked a question by anyone. Same with me. We were just arm candy. Occasionally she would glance across at me, smile a bit, but for the most part she kept her face neutral and on her food or politely on whatever someone else was saying. Yeah, late 30’s to ol’ Chairman Gerry’s mid to late 50’s, I guessed. I finally excused myself after another rising/smiling/shaking and headed to my comfort place, the bar.

“Lone Star” I requested, and, feeling the familiar cold bottle, took a swig, remembering to switch hands away from that heavy ass fancy watch so the beer wouldn’t seem so heavy.

“I’ll have one of those” she said behind me.

Turning, I see crystal blue eyes behind me, smiling, holding her very expensive clutch in both hands.

“It might ruin the look you’re going for,” I retort, but get the bartenders attention and procure the item for the lady.

After taking a sip, Stephanie said, “I just can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”

Boy howdy.

“Are you from Virginia?” she asked.

“No, ma’am, I’m from a small farming community in the panhandle of Texas. Land so flat, when you stand on a ladder and look north you can see the back of your head.”

She looked puzzled at that, but hey, she’s drinking Lone Star now, so she needs an education.

Stephanie was wearing a silver evening gown with a wide plunging neckline, her black hair straight with two braided strands pulled from the sides and clipped in the back, sparkling diamonds dangling from her ears and a diamond necklace that probably cost more than my new fancy GMC Denali my wife made me buy to replace the old Dodge. (I still have the Dodge, shhhhh). Her bosom was ample and pronounced, raising and lowering slightly with every breath. The Lone Star she was nursing was probably feeling very out of place. Her eyes were a beautiful crystal blue set against slightly olive skin. This was, simply, a beautiful woman.

“Did you just call me……ma’am?” she asked, a note of levity in her voice.

“Old panhandle boy habit” I offered and took a swig.

“Well, Jack, I’m certain I know you from somewhere. It’ll come to me. I’m stubborn and usually figure things out:” she said, taking another sip.

I raise my beer in toast, saying “here’s to great memories. I hope you’ll share it with me if you do.”, clinking the top of my bottle against hers and taking another swig.

The distinguished Gerald walked up to her, gave her some lip for wondering off, saying he had important people for her to meet. I could see the disappointment, and, well, resignation, as he took her arm, guiding her, no, relocating her, back to the table. Asshole. It was nice watching her go, the back of her dress open, revealing a lovely back. And her ass looked good in silver. I decided I did not like that Gerald one damn bit.

The next day Elsa and I are lounging in our new bubbling and frothing hot tub in our new back yard, as the furnace guys fix the brand new furnace that broke in our brand new fancy house. At least we could find some place warm. I’m thinking about Stephanie, that little tattoo, and how much absolute trouble I will be in once Stephanie figures it out, if she figures it out. I got in trouble with the last Chairman, only to suspect I’ve fucked the new Chairman’s younger bride. That’d be two for two.

My Chief Executive wifey, Elsa, is thankfully taking some time with me and not just next to me with work, phone or laptop or both, in hand. I know I should tell her about Stephanie but I hate to ruin it. I never lie to her, and not saying anything feels deceptive. I keep telling myself that many 5’5” late-30s women with jet black hair and crystal blue eyes probably have that exact tattoo on that exact spot.

Elsa interrupts my trance and says, “Gerald has called for a Board retreat. This one is different than others, as he feels spouses should attend as well, so we can all get to know each other.” Dickhead Chairman Gerald wants spouses? That seems odd.

“He wants it to be in Aspen, at his home.” Oh boy, here we go.

“Also” she starts, sliding over to me in the water, her hand finding my thigh, moving it up slowly to my bathing suit, while the other holds her wine above the bubbling water. The glistening water on her face and shoulders, steam rising into the cool air, is captivating. “There happens to be a TAP event in Aspen around that time. I’ve registered us, you just have to sign in to confirm.” Then she kissed me, her hand finding my bulge and rubbing it. It responded.

She sets the wine glass down behind me, backs up, lowering herself in the water while I turn to set my wine next to hers. I turn back to see a smile touch one corner of her mouth, hovering just above the water. I love when she smiles like that. It usually means happy sexy fun time. She raises a hand out of the water holding her bikini bottom, spins it a few times spraying me with water, then let’s it fly onto the paving. Hoo boy. She moves forward toward me, turning, and finds I have already pulled her favorite cock out of its underwater hiding place. She lifts a little out of the water, the top of her phenomenal ass briefly saying hello, finds my now stiff cock with her hand, and guides it toward her slit. She sits down on my cock, working it in, finally sitting fully impaled on my lap. A moan leaves her lips as she reached back with her left hand, grabbing the back of my head, and starts grinding, eyes closed. I reach around cupping both her bikini wrapped breasts, grinding my hips with hers. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her pussy.

She leans her head back, turning her head to nibble on my ear as I pick up the pace, adding some wave action to the foaming hot tub.

Then, she stops, rigid, releasing my ear and says, “Oh, hi.” I open my eyes to see the furnace guy standing 5ft from the hot tub, holding a sheet of paper, a look of surprise on his face. His two workers peaking through the side gate behind him, both wearing shit eating grins.

“Sorry,” he said. “We’re just, ah, finished and, ah, well, it’ll warm up quick in there. I’ll leave the invoice on your patio table.”

I give him a thumbs up, Elsa flexing her Kegel muscles around my cock while we sat there.

He turns and leaves, closing the gate, chancing one last glance our way just before it closes, the roar of laughter and high fives clear through the fence.

Elsa and I laugh, and I wrap my arms around her, ready to resume, when she elbows my rib hard and bolts out of the hot tub, running for the back door, her naked ass looking inviting as she quickly departs.

“Oh no you don’t!” I shout, stumbling out of the hot tub to make chase, my hard cock retreating from the cold as I hit the back door. I hear her footfalls up the two flights of stairs and slip and slide my way to them, and up them. Carpet would make it much easier.

I hit the bedroom door in a slide, to hear her spacious closet door slam.

“Come out, kitty” I knock, as I reach it. “My cock is not through with you, young lady.”

“In a second……Aragorn” she replied.

My cue. I make it to my almost-as-spacious closet, donning the mask, cloak and wig, and nothing else. She opens her door and a masked maid leans against the door jam, her ruffled, fluffy skirt sticking out, thigh high fishnet stockings, bosom pushed out the top.

She bolts again and I chase her into the bedroom, catching her at the Grizzly bear rug, lifting her up in the air. She gives me another elbow to the ribs, oof, When I release her, she turns and pushes me down on the rug. I lay there, my head propped up on the back of the bear head, her standing in front of me. She lifts the voluminous skirt, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, and wiggles. She straddles me, sits down on my lap, finding her way to my cock, and guides it in again. Mmmmmmm.

“Do you approve of my services, sir?” she asks.

“5 stars. All the stars. Highly recommend.” I reply, as she grinds on my cock, closing her eyes.

“I liked watching that train conductor take you from behind,” I continue. “He really seemed to like the way you were dusting his desk.”

“His cock was very large, and I liked it a lot” she offered, “but, I really do like yours the best.”

She got off of me and turned around, down got on all fours. I raised to my knees behind her, lifting up the ample skirt, guiding my cock to her pussy.

“Fuck me in the ass, Aragorn.”

We hadn’t done that in a while. My cock grew a half-inch just at those words.

I gathered up her juices on the tip of my cock, then spitting a little more on the head, pressed it against her sphincter. She moaned and rocked back, adding to the pressure. I worked it in slowly, rubbing it around, until the head popped in.

“Ohhhh, shit. That feels so good” she moaned.

I popped it out and back in, working ever deeper with every stroke. She helped by rocking back when I pressed in. Soon my cock was all the way home. She laid her head on the rug, her ass still raised and, reaching underneath herself, began to finger her pussy in earnest.

“Fuck my ass hard, Aragorn. The Conductor wanted to, kept saying so, but he knew he couldn’t. You can, honey. Fuck my ass” she purred.

I grabbed her hips through the fluffy skirt, it bunching up around me, and began pounding her ass with speed, earning a breeze from the back of her skirt, spread out like a folding fan waving back and forth with every thrust. Each stroke earned a grunt of pleasure from her. Her hand coaxed her orgasm on with vigor, which she announced with a squeal that turned into a deep moan. Her ass felt so wonderful impaled by my cock. It wasn’t too long that I felt my own orgasm begin to arrive. I pulled out, rolling her over and then scaling over the fluffy skirt until I straddled her upper body. I jerked my cock a few more times as Elz pulled her dress top down, exposing her tits, squeezing them together.

“Yes, come on my tits, Aragorn.”

I did, sending ropes of come all over them. She rubbed them all over, moaning “mmmmmmmmmmm” as I spilled my last few shots.

We arrived in a wintery Aspen two days before the Board retreat. The TAP event was that next next evening. We checked in our hotel, a newer one on the main road across from the downtown area. After settling in and grabbing dinner in town, we returned to open our packages from TAP. She turned, hiding it from me, pulling open the card.

“Oooooh” she said, “this looks interesting” and began going through her box.

I opened mine to find a card on top of a black ski mask and some clothes. The card read, “Sleep Interrupted. Event address will be sent to you securely at your appointed pickup time of 7:45pm. Click the QR code 20 minutes prior for the pickup location. You’re are lucky man, the algorithm provided you two different partners with two unique desires. Open the next card once you arrive. Keep this from your spouse, for added excitement.”

The clothes were a black sweater, black shirt, black sweatpants, black tennis shoes and a black knit hat. The item was a set of handcuffs.

Ok, this is interesting. Elsa wouldn’t tell me what hers was, but her pickup time was 30 minutes before mine.

I had to go the bar so she could change before she was to be picked up. I sat at the bar, nursing a Lone Star and watched the minutes tick by on my fancy heavy ass watch. A few minutes after her time, I went back to the room, got dressed and the location popped up. It was behind the hotel. The driver took me well out of Aspen along the river, then turned off and through a windy road to a very large home. I knocked on the door, and it opened. A masked woman in a robe and slippers held out a scanner. Beep.

“Hello Dark Intruder. Item?” I pulled the cuffs out of my pocket, showed her the number etched on them and she let me in. The house was almost completely dark, no one else was around. I found a corner of the living area with a candle and looked at my card. “Your assignment is on the second floor, up the stairs, third door on the right. This sign is on the door,” followed by a photo of a blue Do Not Disturb sign with a picture of a sleeping mask on it. It continued, “You partner, Alice, is in her jammies sound asleep. You, a naughty burglar, are to sneak in her room, and find your second package., the jewelry box. Open it. She will awake, so you will handcuff her to the headboard and have your way with her (MAP Level 4). Safe word is Porcupine.”

MAP means Mouth, Anus, Pussy authorized. Green light across the board.

“Help her fantasy come true.” Up to Level 4 means she wants it real rough, if I’m willing. I’m not the one for this, really, but I’ll do my best. A key card is in the envelope.

“You will ‘steal’ the jewelry box from the chest once a notification states you are done. The next envelope will be in the chest with your other items. Read it in the hallway. Leave your victim handcuffed for her ‘rescuer’.”

I go up to to the door, use the keycard to open it. My cock is already growing in anticipation. Who will this be? I slowly open the door and tiptoe in, where I see a redhead “asleep” in the covers, wearing a light blue mask and what looks like a light blue nightie. Alice, the redhead. Level 4. This might hurt. I might be yelling Porcupine soon. I sneak over to the jewelry box and slowly open it. A ballet tune erupts from it, and Alice pops awake.

“Who are you? What do you want?” she yells, sitting up. The nightie is sheer and I can see her ample breasts heaving underneath.

I hop on top of her and she struggles. She’s surprisingly strong, but I see there is a chord tied to the headboard. I cuff one of her hands above her head, loop the handcuffs through, and cuff her other hand. I sit there, satisfied with my work, when she kicks me off of the bed, literally. Blindsiding little minx, I think. I lay there for a second, admiring a nice carpet pad to fall on, thinking I’m going to kick Brett’s ass for this, then stand up. “Alice” honestly looks concerned that she might have hurt me, pulling the covers back and starting to get up out of bed, until I leap back on her. “Oh no you don’t, little miss.” She struggles again, and I pin her on the bed with my weight. She is growling, like, dog growling at me. I think I might get bit.

I kiss her neck and she tries to fend me off with her head, so I work my way down her body, biting a boob on my way down, holding her legs down the best I can, then I lift her nightie up over her head, and she opens her legs. I lover my mouth onto a nice red mound in a pale skin backdrop, then start tonguing her slit.

“You bastard, how dare you. How dare…” she trails off as my magic mouth starts to do tricks.

She tastes sweet, and I insert a finger as I continue to tongue her folds, nibbling occasionally and burying my tongue some as well. She squeezes my head with her thighs, but not in defense, in ecstasy. I can feel her tensing as my tongue sends her into an orgasm, and she grabs my knit capped head with very strong hands, pressing me into her. After she relaxes, I roll her over, climb on her and insert my cock into her pussy. She is wet, and I ease it in. As I bottom out, she starts bucking back against me nearly throwing me off the bed again. I hold onto her hips and she throws herself back against my cock, growling again.

“You want to fuck me? Huh, you thief!? Well, how’s this?” She says through gritted teeth. I start counting to 8 seconds, one hand on her hip and the other hand up waving like I’m at the local rodeo. The whole bed is shaking as she slams back into me, her hands on the headboard for leverage. She’s clamping down on my cock with her Kegel muscles, and it feels phenomenal. I feel myself start to climax and try to stave it off, when she lets out a roar, tensing up again, slamming back harder, my cock impaling her with force. She moans and lays down on her stomach. I lay on top of her, breathing as hard as she is, my cock still in her. Her curly red hair smells so nice. I pull out slow, having staved off my climax, and move my cock to her asshole, pressing it slightly. She doesn’t move. So I press a little harder and it pops in her ass. Again, she doesn’t move. I slowly work my cock in a little deeper with every stroke, and she starts to moan softly, “mmmmmm”. Her hair really does smell nice, as I bury my nose in it, my hips rolling forward and back, until my cock is all the way in. She started softly rolling her hips as I work my cock back and forth in her ass. She starts rolling her hips faster, and moaning at every stroke. I lay my full weight on her, pinning her down, and humping her ass with force. She starts moaning, and gasping, as I pump even harder. I finally start to come, deep in her ass, and she rocks her head back, mouth open, and exhales one last orgasm. Just as my cock sheds its list bit of spunk, my phone dings. She chuckles a little, then elbows me hard, back into reality, earning an “oof” from me. Same spot as Elsa did. Ouchie.

“Fine, take the jewelry box, but leave me alone, thief!” and bucks me off again onto the floor., my cock falling out of her ass as I fall out of bed, again. Thud.

I get up, pull up my pants, and grab the jewelry box. She is staring at me with fierce green eyes, her mouth set in a frown, arms folded under her breasts. She winks at me. In the hallway I open the box to ballet music, pull out the card and read it.

“You come home to find your ‘spouse’, ‘Margo’, asleep in bed. You’ve been gone for a couple weeks, and she misses your dearly. So you slip into bed and make passionate, slow love to her (MP). Change in the hall, no one will disturb you. Margo is two doors down, a welcome home mat at front of the door.”

In the box is a set of normal clothes, and a new blue mask. I look up and down the hall, and see no one, so change into the new clothes, wincing at a slight bruise on my ribs from “Alice”, and stuff the other clothes in the box. There is a half heart locket on a chain, which I put on. I go two doors down, find the welcome mat and open the door, sneaking inside. There is a brunette “asleep” in the bed wearing a similar blue mask. Her hair is long and fanned out on the pillow. I sneak in, pull up the covers. Margo is facing away from me in a blue, sheer night gown, naked underneath, a half-heart locket hanging askew on her neck on the pillow. I slide in, spooning behind her, reaching around her and pulling her in. She grabs my arm and hugs it too her tightly.

“I’ve missed you”, she says softly.

“Me, too,” I play along, and starting rubbing her breasts through the fabric. She sits ups turning to me, and I see her crystal blue eyes.

Part 3 of My Executive Wife Was Too Busy coming soon.