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My Executive Wife was just too busy

It was very warm under the comforter. Elsa, as strong as any woman I know, felt supple as I lay on top of her, the comforter pulled completely over us. We are intertwined, she holding around me, her ample bosom a pillow to my chest. My right forearm acted as her pillow, my left hand cupping the side of her face. My cock is insider her and I am taking my sweet time of it, nice and slow, back and forth, my hips driving in and then retreating. She was at peak arousal, as wet as I can ever remember her being. Her finger nails are making little trails up and down my back. Her tongue parts my lips, slowly probing until finding my own, our mouths come together in a passionate kiss. In….and out…..in…..and out….of her warm canal. A soft moan. The musky smell of sex and sweat are fueling our desire further, being held captive under the comforter, sheltering us from the cold. We are making love.

I never quicken my pace, and I know its driving Elz crazy. She brings her legs up and wraps them around my waist, interlocking her ankles, grabs my ass and pulls me in hard. She wants me to start really fucking her. But I resist, even though she, again, is strong. I use my strength to stay going slow….in…..and out…..and in….and out… She bucks up against me, trying to spur me like a stubborn horse, whispering “fuck me harder, Jack, come on, fuck me faster”, being met by my frustrating lack of response or rhythm change, until she finally gets what she needed. Her orgasm takes over control of her body and she does a kind of scream/moan thing, which under the comforter is as loud as a train horn. Her frustration and my satisfaction at keeping control of her finally gets me what I want, and I come as I continue to grind my cock slowly, and patiently, in and out of her, never picking up pace. We lay there, breathing our own moist, sex-filled air in a warm cave under the comforter for a moment, until she kisses me softly, and says, “You’re a butthead. Get off of me.” I chuckle, teased “you liked it” then roll off of her, pulling the entire comforter off the bed as I hit the floor. The cold hits her sweat slick body like a hammer and she screams!

The cold is from a damn broken brand-new furnace and a damn brand-new house. Elz made CEO and a few months later we had to move from our house to one that “fit our new station in life.” A big damn house, lots of stone and wood. No carpet. I grew up a poor kid on a farm, and every room had thick carpet, with a thick pad. My last house had carpet. But alas, carpet, I guess, no longer fits. I’m laying on the floor next to the bed, questioning my intelligence, since no carpet meant I hit the damn floor hard, regardless of the comforter wrapped around me. I’m an idiot. From my spot on the floor I could see the Grizzly Bear head rug in front of the fireplace. We got that from an Estate Sale earlier in the year, as a, uh, trophy if you will. When we got it in we fucked on it, as a sort of remembrance of our victory. Shiela likes to fuck us on it too.

Elz and I have dabbled a bit in the lifestyle, and have had a lot of fun. Elz, being the CEO of a firm in the city, requires discretion. We have had some fun in the past, but with the new gig her discretion meter has been turned up a notch. Well, really, up all the notches.

Our friends, Brett and Val, a power couple in the city who we have played with a few times, came up with an idea to develop a program for couples who require discretion but want to play. It was a brilliant idea, so we became early investors. It has matured, and I call it TAP, “The Anonymous Playground”. Not its real name. You have to sign confidentiality agreements, behavior agreements, submit medical exam reports, etc, and the annual fee has many zeros and that doesn’t include the price of admission to each event. You complete your profile, and it uses algorithms to pair you with a partner at events based on what you like or want and what the other likes or wants. Elsa and I have gone to two TAP events so far, one small in the city and a larger one in another state. You register, the algorithm pairs you, they send you instructions and costume, mask, or whatever is appropriate for the situation, and the item you will use to match your partner once you are there. The out of state one was on a train that was reserved solely for the event. Couples were encouraged to go separately, and not even to know the costume/mask your spouse would be in to liven it up a bit. We did. Discretion is a pinnacle requirement, so we each had boarding times that staggered us, and disembarking times. You must take a taxi/Uber too and from. Some people’s anonymity requirements were so high they wore professional wigs, custom fit masks, and even put coatings over identifying scars, tattoos, etc. No real names, cameras, no phones.

Our two times were a blast, so far. The first one was in the city, and it was at an empty warehouse. There were 6 airstreams in the warehouse, each one had a number. We didn’t have costumes other than just masks and street clothing, no wording. We had to find our airstream, go in, meet our mate, then perform the instructions found in the envelope. It was tailored to our match. In Elsa’s profile, she selected that she likes to be subservient. Perfect for someone who is always in charge. My profile, I put I didn’t care. So my match was a tall lady who liked toys. Our bag had everything you can think of. She had things sticking out of everywhere when I was done with her, and she sucked cock like an Olympian. She was a sexual beast, and I hope to mach with her again someday. Elsa’s match made her get completely naked, except the mask and wig, put a collar on her with a leash and made her obey him fully, feeding her little treats from a bag when she did well, popping her ass with a leather strap when she didn’t. She thought he was a decade younger than her and said it was a thrill. She left anal off her profile, so he didn’t do that but did everything else to her. She said he ate her pussy like a pro. Must have been a software bazillionaire.

On the train, I was a Texas gambler and my card was the Ace of Spades. I didn’t have an assigned location, so I travelled through the train cars until I found a masked bouffant blond in a western saloon girl outfit, boobs plopping out of the top, with a Queen of Hearts stuck in the top of her bodice. We fucked like rabbits in the dining car on one of the tables, her big pantaloons entangled in the gun belt at my ankles. I finally saw Elsa when we walked toward the bar car. She was in a maids outfit, bent over a desk in the conductors office, getting conducted by the conductor. He was a large fella, with a large cock, and was blowing his little whistle and fucking her from behind while she gripped the edges of the desk. It was exciting finding her. Saloon girl and I just stood in the door, watching his cock stretch out her vagina while he pumped it into her. Of course, I didn’t say who she was. Else said she saw us watching and said they had more than one couple stop to observe that evening. She likes it when I watch. She said she caught a glimpse of us fucking earlier when she boarded in front of the dining car, but she turned to go to her assigned location to be there on time. We like to talk about those two experiences. We’ll never know who we really fucked.

So, I was really excited about our next TAP event in the city in three days. I received my Fedex package and Elsa received hers. We hadn’t opened them yet. We were recovering from the cold in our spacious bathroom that I heated with portable propane heaters. Elsa jumped in the shower and stiff armed me when I tried to join. As I was getting dressed for the morning, I yelled out to her that I wondered what our costumes would be. The shower was turned off, she climbed out grabbing a towel, and said, “About that…”

Shit. Turns out she had a client dinner pop up to negotiate a new contract and she “really had to be there.” “I’m the CEO, Jack!”

“Elz, you know that last minute cancellations are a no-no with TAP. They go through so much planning, etc. We’re probably already matched with partners.”

“Yes, hon, I know, and I was excited about it, too,” she called from her own giant ass spacious closet, “but I can’t help it. My schedule is not my own, you know that. If that means we get in trouble, then so be it.”

“You’re positive you can’t do it?” I asked.

“100%, babe. Sorry, I truly am. I already cancelled my reservation” she said coming out in bra and panties. My eyes follow her lifted tits as she passes me to her sink. I am easily distracted.

I reluctantly go to my phone, pull up TAP, click a few buttons and then, begrudgingly, press “I must cancel.” It asks several things, reasons, etc. If you say you’re sick, they want documentation. They do spend a lot on these events and it throws them in turmoil. I simply put, under Other, “my badass wife who is the boss of a big ass firm doesn’t control her own schedule and now has to make money instead of have fun with her best boy toy” and clicked report. I swear I heard the sad horn from the Price is Right. I get a call 15 minutes later. It’s Brett.

“Dude, you’re killing me” he says “you can’t cancel with three days left. It is all set up!”

“Excuse me, who is this? I don’t know what you are talking about, sir. I am an anonymous big wig and take great offense that…..” I joke.

“Funny, Jack. If you weren’t an early investor I’d kick you out. I need you to come. Seriously, you think Elsa will let you?”

“I thought single males are no bueno?” I respond.

“Usually, yeah, but this is a special case. I’ve fixed the no Elsa issue. But I need you. I have a lady who, uh, well, this will be her first visit. You know I can’t say much more. The alg paired you two. I took you off unofficially and it suggested rescheduling her. She really wants to make this happen, so I don’t want the system to reschedule her automatically or, worse, actually have to tell her over the phone. You’re the perfect fit. Please come!” he pleaded. “Talk to Elsa. Tell her I’ll make it up to her.”

“I bet you would, Brett. I will let you know” I said, intrigued at guiding a newbie to the delights of risky, anonymous sexy time.

“Quickly, please, let me know.” Click.

I walk out of my almost-as-spacious closet, close in behind Elsa, who is putting on makeup, and snuggle in to her body, wrapping my arms around her. She stops mid-eyeliner-penciling and asks, “who was that?”

“A disappointed software developer with some of our money who says I still have to go to the TAP event because, reasons” I offer.

It was a short and fruitful conversation. Elsa felt bad so was glad I could still go. Lucky man am I.

The evening of the event, Elsa is at her sink, in panties and bra, makeup brush in hand, getting ready to CEO the shit out of her boring dinner when I come out of my almost-as-spacious closet complete in mask and attire.

“Whoa, who are you supposed to be?” she chortles, looking at my reflection through her mirror.

“My name in Inigo Montoya…..” I start.

I am standing in medieval attire, from the high collar cloak, loose shirt, tight black pants, knee high leather boots (comfortable as hell), black half-faced mask, and long black wig. High quality, like from a movie set, truly.

“You look more like Aragorn” she responded, retuning to her face painting. She’s such a nerd.

I squeezed up behind her again, placing my medieval bulge into her ass, and ask “want to see my sword?”

“No Jack, not tonight. I love your cock, you know that, but don’t want to be sitting there at dinner talking to my clients and feeling your come leaking out of me” she responded flatly.

“You say it like its a bad thing” I snort, turning to go.

The Uber driver takes me to the address, about 30 minutes out of town, through a walled gate and down a long driveway toward a large mansion. There are tiki torches along the driveway and more hanging on the front of the columned home.

I use a big ass metal door knocker on the huge front door and opens a quarter way. A masked Wonder Woman holds out a scanner and I offer my phone, it beeps and she looks at the screen. “Welcome Aragorn”

I make a mental note that my wife is always right.

“Please show me your talisman” she requests.

“Not on the first date, honey,” I quip, then, getting no response, pull the blue sapphire necklace out from under my shirt and show her the stone. She nods and I go inside, placing the stone back in my shirt. I bet this thing is real. Feels real.

The house is fairly dark, candles everywhere. Thirty or so people in all ranges of costume and masking are in little groups, jazz music playing in the background. No one pays much attention as I go in. After reading the instructions that came with my mask and clothes, I sort of knew what, or who, I would be looking for. I passed Mr. Incredible and ElastiGirl doing shots at a long table. Elastigirls ass was top shelf in those tight pants. Lurch approached me and offered me a tray of goblets, so I took one. Ale. I waded through the crowd of people, wondering who were the billionaires and who were the beauty queens. On the couch a redhead in a scullery maids outfit is giving a happy looking pirate a blow job. I get through the house without luck and see through the huge window a lone figure in white sitting on a bench on the back porch, more tiki torches in the back throwing shadows in different directions. There is no one else out there.

I quietly walk out the back door and can see her better. She’s got dark braided hair, likely a wig, and wearing a white flowing dress and white mask. She is staring at the large fire pit, holding a half-full champagne glass in her lap with both hands. I figure she’s my match because of her Elvin ears. My nerd wife made we watch the movies, like, 11 times.

“I’m sorry but my Elvish is a bit rusty” I say, softly.

She jumps, startled, and I see some champagne go skyward. She stands up, turning to face me, her eyes saucers behind her mask. Her white dress is fairly sheer and I can see her breasts and nipples under the fabric, and her dark panties. She is about 5’5”, amble bosoms that are perky and unaided. She’s thin but curvy. I can’t place her age with the mask, but guess late 30s. A blue sapphire dangles on her forehead from a silver head chain.

“Sorry!” I say, “didn’t mean to startle you”. “You must be, ah, Arwen?”

She nods and stands there looking at me. Her eyes were so blue. They matched the sapphire. I pause for a bit, then offer my best renaissance festival bow, toe forward and a hand flourish. I bet I looked ridiculous.

I walk over and she is still staring at me, both hands clutching the glass. I ask for her hand, and she offers it, so I lean down to kiss it. It was shaking slightly. In the second I take to kiss it, I notice a small yellow heart tattoo in the web between her thumb and forefinger. It looked like she had used foundation to mask it but the champagne spill had revealed it a bit.

“Please sit, “ I suggest. She turns, almost robotically and sits, still clutching the champagne glass with both hands. I sit next to her, and can tell she is nervous, the remained champagne a rough sea. Her breathing is pronounced, breasts rising with every intake of air. I take a drink of my ale, and then, looking at the side of her face, place an errand strand of hair over her ear. She jumps a little again.

I place my right hand over her two hands and say, “It’s ok, Arwen, nothing has to happen. We can just sit here and have a nice conversation. Would you like more Champagne?”

“No, thank you” she states. I can feel her heart racing in her hands.

“Well, I’ll get some more ale and we can talk about those damn Orcs, that Saruman guy, and all the trouble they cause.” That drew a smile.

When I got back with my brew after passing Elastigirl naked from the waist down riding Mr. Incredible’s incredible cock on the rug by the fireplace, I found her looking a little more relaxed, her champagne gone.

“Like I said, we don’t….” I started.

“No, I want to” she looked at me more determinately. “Sorry, I am a bit nervous. You should have some instructions, correct?”

I went into the inside pocket of my cape, and brought it out with a flourish.

“These capes sure have good storage.”

I opened the packet, slid out the paper, and read, “Love in the castle. Your fantasy awaits.”

Cheesy.

“Proceed up the stairs and to the third bedroom on the right. You will find your next set of instructions and some items of….interest.”

I took Arwen’s hand and we walked inside, passed Mr. Incredible now fucking Elastigirl from behind, Elastigirl kissing the Scullery Maid lying next to them, the Pirate’s head under her dress clearly eating out her pussy. Lurch was sitting on the couch and Wonder Woman was bouncing on his cock, her lasso flapping about. I didn’t see anyone else so assumed they had found rooms. Arwen look at them all intently as we walked past.

We reached our door and went it. It was decorated like a forest, and I mean like, really well. The only light was coming from candles and a fire in the fireplace. There were medieval looking items on the four poster bed. I found the next envelope and opened it while Arwen walked over to the bed and picked up an item. I could see her ass through the back of the gown. Easily distracted. I read the instructions, which required us to start using certain toys on each other. Very specific instructions. I turned to her, and saw she was holding a large dildo and rolling it over in her hands, inspecting it. She didn’t look all that enthusiastic.

I went up to her, taking the dildo and placing it on the bed, pulling her into me and leaning down to kiss her. She was hesitant at first, but relaxed and her tongue probed my mouth. I found her tongue with mine and we kissed passionately. She pulled back from me, looking almost frantically into my eyes with her blues.

“I don’t want to use all of those things. I just want….” She trailed off. “I haven’t had sex in almost 3 years” she blurted out. What???

“I’m in a loveless marriage. He is much older, and doesn’t know I’m doing this. Like he would care anyway. I haven’t had sex in almost 3 years, but I haven’t really made love in much longer than that.” She was gripping my arms, almost pleading as she continued. “He’s a very powerful man, so I had to do it this way. But……..” She trailed off, letting go of my arms.

I knew what to do. I leaned down to kiss her before she could continue. After we kissed, I led her over to the fireplace, got a blanket off of the couch and laid it in front of it. I then found the lace strings tied on the back of her neck, and untied them. Her dress fell softly to the floor. Her tits were beautifully full and still perky. She blushed. I took off my cape, my shirt, and then my boots. She stood there watching me. I took off my pants and underwear, my cock, semi hard, flopping out. I was only wearing the blue sapphire necklace. She stared at it through her mask, then down at my cock.

Before I could approach her, she approached me quickly, dropping on to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. She was determined. I stood there as she bobbed her head back and forth, my cock going in and out of her warm mouth. Looking down, seeing that blue sapphire on her forehead, my cock disappearing into her mouth and reappearing. It felt wonderful. She reached around, grabbing my ass with her left hand, and pulling me into her mouth. She was slurping and moaning like a woman possessed. Arwen was no longer nervous. It felt good, but this woman implied she wanted to make love, not just have sex. I had a vision of me and Elsa those few nights ago.

I dropped to my knees, Arwen losing hold of my cock. She looked at me surprised. I laid her down gently on the blanket, and climbed over her. I kissed her again, and started nibbling her ears, down her neck. She began breathing audibly again, my lips feeling her pulse quicken. She was smooth skinned, and goose pimples broke out. I found my way to her breasts, my mouth circling her nipples, tasting each one, feeling them heave with every breath. My blue sapphire was trailing along her skin ahead of my progress. My tongue made its way down her ribs and stomach, licking her belly button, then further down. I pulled her black panties down, and she raised up slightly so I could pull them off. I widened her legs so I could fit in between, licking her hip joints, mons, inside and under each thigh. She reached down with one hand, grabbing the top of my wig but not enough to dislodge it. My tongue found her clit, and I started circling it. She gasped and widened her legs, inviting me to further exploration. I licked all around her folds, nibbling a few times, then penetrating her with my tongue, pressing in deeply.

She squealed and said “Oh, thank you, thanks you, oh yes. Oh….”

I licked circles around her clit again, flicking, and I felt her tense, holding her breath, before exhaling a large moan as she came.

“Please, Aragorn, please fuck me.”

I crawled back up to her, adjusting my mask which had gone a bit askew. She pulled me in to kiss me again, then leaned her head to my ear and sucked on my earlobe. I lined my cock up and pressed it into her canal. She drew in a breath through her teeth. I thought, she hasn’t had cock in 3 years, oh my. I pressed again, rolling my cock around with my hand to lube up with her juices. Then back into her entrance, softly. I gave ever so slightly increasing pressure, then off, then pressure, then off, working open her pussy. She bit her lip, rolling her head to the side, wimpering a bit. I kept going patiently, until the head of my cock entered. I held it there, still, and kissed her again. She grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me with force.

Then, placing her lips at my ear, whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me slowly. I want to feel your cock inside me, all the way inside me. It has been so long, Aragorn.”

She raised her knees to her chest, reaching down for my ass, and pulled me into her. I kept it slow, but worked my cock into her until I was all the way in. She let out a guttural moan, as did I. Her pussy was so tight.

I pulled almost all the way out, then back in, then out, then in, slowly, grinding my hips, my hands supported on either side of her head. She held on to my forearms and wrapped her legs around me. She was looking up at me through her mask, a small smile on her face, as I picked up the pace a bit, fucking this woman’s pussy, whom I didn’t know. I picked up the pace again, fucking her now in earnest, pop, pop, pop, pop, my hips popping against the back of her thighs and butt. She just stared into my eyes with those beautiful blues, watching me fuck her, as her tits bounced up and down.

Finally she closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side, saying “I’m coming again” through gritted teeth. “Harder, harder, harder, yes!” Pop, pop, pop, pop. Her tits bouncing even harder now.

She let go with her legs, which shot out straight. She tensed her whole body, holding her breath and then screamed, it turning into a moan as she came, going limp after she was done. I kept my pace up, watching her tits bounce as I kept fucking her limp body, until I felt myself about to explode. I pulled out at the last second, shooting ropes of come onto her stomach, filling her heaving belly button with my load. I kept stroking my cock over her, until all my come had been expended onto her. She slowly looked up at me, reaching down with her hand and scooping up some of my come. She brought it to her mouth, licking it off of her fingers. “Mmmmmmm”, she moaned. She reached down taking another scoop and licking that off again, too.

“It’s been so long. So, so long. You don’t understand the gift you have given me” she commented.

I pressed up off of her, and as I stood, she rolled up on her knees, grabbing my softening cock and putting it in her mouth. She licked all of the juices off my cock, licking and slurping until it was too sensitive and I pulled back. She reached down again, taking some of the come than ran down her belly when she stood, and licking it up again.

“I’m glad you decided to continue,“ I said, putting on my clothes.

“Would you lay with me for a while? Naked?” She asked.

Of course I would. We slid the “medieval instruments” off the bed and climbed on. She nuzzled under my arm, resting her masked face on my chest the best that she could. We laid there for quite a while, when she started tracing her index finger around my body, arms, chest, neck, chin, lips, back down and around. Then she started rubbing around her nipples, then down her own stomach, finding her folds and started fingering herself. My cock registered it and started getting hard again, as her breath started to quicken with her efforts. I thought she did that too often, since she didn’t have a man to do it for her. I climbed up, getting behind her, rolling her on her stomach, seeing her fingers penetrating her canal. I lifted up her hips, getting her on her knees, then placing my cock at her entrance. She stopped fingering herself, grabbing my cock from between her legs and placing the head of my cock at her opening and pressing back. My cock slid right into her wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her in earnest. She laid her head on the bed, reaching back with a hand and grabbing my wrist, pulling me with every thrust. I fucked her from behind, slap, slap, slap, slap, her warm pussy feeling wonderful, her ass slapping back against my hips.

I reached up, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her upper body off of the bed, then reaching one hand underneath and cupping her breast, which was bouncing around. I pounded her for a few more minutes until she tensed up again, holding her breath, this time seeming like an eternity, her Kegel muscles clamping on my cock, when she let go with a roar of ecstasy, dropping her head back on the bed, my cock awash in her gush. Her orgasm sent me over the top, and this time I came deep inside her, rope after rope of come. I checked myself, starting to pull out, but she reached back grabbing my wrist,” no, come in me, all of it, I want to feel your warmth in me.”

I finished dumping my load and we both collapsed forward, my cock still buried in her. I laid on top of her for a second, then slid to the right onto the bed, she rotating with me, so my cock stayed in her. She grabbed my left arm, pulling it around her, saying, “leave your cock in me, just for a minute.” I did.

We laid there again, until I heard the telltale ding of a message. All notifications were silenced except that one. I slowly pulled out of her and went to my phone. “Your car will be here in 10 minutes for your appointed departure.” I went back to her, gave her a kiss. She pulled me into her again hard, grabbing my cock again, and then heard her own phone ding. She stared at me for a while, the smile on her face one of contentment, until something seemed to dawn on her. Her smile faded, and resigned look in her blue eyes. She got up and went to find her phone, reading it standing there naked. I put my clothes on, then watched her dress as well. She didn’t look at me. I approached her after we were both dressed, but she walked around me, and went to the door, opened it and went out without another glance my way. When I got down the stairs, the house was empty, a ding on my phone told me my ride was here, I went out, got in and went home.

I told Elsa all about it, every single detail, that evening. “Sounds like you had more fun than I did.” She said.

Later that evening in bed, she rolled over toward me and said “That’s sad what you told me about how she left. She is obviously sad to go back to her stale existence.” Yeah, now that you say it, its probably right, I thought.

A couple weeks later, we headed to her annual Christmas Party. She was now CEO, so I expected to see even less of her than I did when she was a scrub Senior Executive at her old firm. She insisted I not go stand by the bar all night now, since I was “Mr. Mrs. CEO”. Har, har.

We got there, Elsa waded into the crowd, and I watched her glittering ass as she went. I’m easily distracted. I went to the bar and got a bottle of Lone Star, my act of low class defiance. I noticed the beer seemed damn heavy then remembered I was wearing that giant, fancy, heavy-ass watch with all the buttons and chrome Elsa got me. I switched my beer hand and was sipping on the longneck when Liz approached. You’ll remember her from past stories. She followed Elsa to the new firm.

“I knew you’d be at the bar drinking bad beer. You’re wife won’t fuck me anymore,” she said aloud.

“Shhhhhhhh” I gestured with hand waves. “She’s busy, you know that.”

She gave me that sad face look. “I will say, I do miss your cock, Jack”.

“Happy to be in your thoughts, Liz, or at least the cock part of me” and saw Elsa waving me over to her.

“Gavin wants to fuck her asshole again. Can you make both of us happy?” she asked.

I handed her my half-finished Lone Star. “We’ll see, babes. We’ll see.” I popped the cuffs in my badass no-longer-brand-new but still fancy grey suit and blue tie and walked over to my super successful Chief Executive wife.

She was speaking to an older gentleman with square chin and graying temples, and a shorter women with long black hair. She was beautiful, and had a killer figure.

“Gerald, Stephanie, this is my husband, Jack. Jack, our new Board Chairman Gerald, and his lovely wife Stephanie.”

“Pleasure to meet you both,” I said, reaching out to shake Gerald’s hand. Firm grip.

“Gerald joined us a couple moths ago. He’s on a few corporate boards, some much bigger companies than ours, but he says he enjoys ours most” she said with a chuckle.

Smooth as silk, my bride.

“So good to finally meet you, Jack” he said. “I’ve been out of the country for a while until now, calling in remotely, so it’s great to be back in person.”

I shook his hand, and then turned to Stephanie, offering her a hand.

She smiled a beautiful smile at me, cocking her head a bit as if she was trying to puzzle something out with her crystal blue eyes, and offered hers to me. I took her warm hand in mine, and glancing down, lost my breath. A small yellow heart tattoo on the web between her thumb and index finger. I looked back up, having forgotten how to breath, and gave her a weak smile. She was just looking at me with the same expression, of wonder.

“Have we met?”, she asked. “You seem familiar."

Oh…..fuck.

To be continued in Part 2 of My Executive Wife was just too busy