Proffesional Growth Ch. 01

Daniel and I have been married for ten wonderful years. I won't spend a ton of time explaining why they were wonderful because nobody cares but us. I will say that he filled all the categories for me early on. First, no man in the world loves me as much or as well as he does. He is, without a doubt, my best friend and the best lover I've ever known. I love him deeply, and I know, without a doubt, that he loves me more than I deserve. We are each other's biggest fans and support each other in our careers and private lives.

Daniel is a very good design engineer--so good that his company used his invention to grow significantly. One company in particular was going to double that growth. A California-based company named Misco was negotiating contract terms that would result in both companies making ridiculous amounts of money.

Daniel became the company star and, as a result, spent a lot of time traveling. It got old for both of us in a hurry. We spent so much time apart that our sex life had unacceptable gaps. Not only that, but his salary hadn't changed despite his company's success.

It pissed me off that he had done so much and was asked for so much more while his compensation lagged. I didn't doubt that he was in for a serious bonus, but come on! Companies that adopted his technology were making money hand over fist, which meant his company was, too. Why wait to share that with the guy who brought you to the dance?

I'm not money-hungry. My salary is higher than my husband's, and we are doing fine. What pisses me off is the blatant disregard for his contribution. Dammit! He's the golden goose, but they treat him like he's just another chicken!

Okay, granted, I am a bit biased, but still. Given the circumstances, wouldn't you be pissed too?

It didn't help when he came home from the office on Friday and met me in the kitchen. I was sipping on a glass of Chardonnay while waiting for his arrival. My plan was simple. Kiss my husband like I wanted to fuck him right then and there (because I did), finish my glass of wine while he took a few minutes to let the day fall away, go out to dinner, then molest him with vigor.

When he walked into the kitchen, I immediately modified the plan to include a pre-dinner blow job because I love sucking his big fat cock, and it makes him happy. Then, I saw the look on his face. I'm sure my disappointment was evident, and I felt terrible about that. None of the bullshit was his fault. He had done wonderfully and didn't deserve his wife's disappointed look.

I did my best to smile as I closed the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "I can see you have news, and it isn't good. Go ahead and tell me. There is no sense in holding it back. You know I love you regardless."

His hand ran through my hair, and that look came over his face. I don't know what I did in my previous life to deserve that look. I certainly haven't done anything in this one to deserve it. I knew from our years together what that look meant. It meant unconditional love; it meant he thought I was the sexiest woman in existence, and it meant utter devotion. And, at that moment, it included guilt.

"I have to leave for the airport in an hour, Jane. Misco wants me in San Diego for the contract signing tomorrow. The big shots can't have their magic moment without the poster boy in attendance."

I kissed his lips with a smack, then leaned back. "I'm going with you."

He hesitated for a moment. "Yeh, about that. The Misco CEO insisted that we both attend. They're even paying for a private business jet to fly us out."

Suddenly, my attitude changed. "We get to fly in a private jet to San Diego? That sounds awesome! Surely, we can find a way to enjoy some alone time, can't we? Is anyone else going with us?"

I will admit that the first thing that occurred to me was joining the mile-high club with my sexy husband. How often does one get a chance like that? Fly west for hours on a private jet, have wild sex with each other, and arrive disheveled and sated while not caring what anyone thinks. That sounded like a fantasy come true.

"We'll have the plane to ourselves. I have no idea what the expectations are once we get there."

I snuggled against him. "Surely you have some idea?"

He shrugged. "If experience is any indication, I'll be relegated to a meeting room until such time as those with god-like vision deign to call on me to answer a question.

"I do know that Stan made it abundantly clear that I needed to go along to get along. His words were, "Don't piss them off. I don't want to get a phone call from their CEO telling me you were less than fully cooperative."

I stepped back, furious at the Lake Engineering CEO's bullshit remarks. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Fuck them, and fuck him! We don't need them. You know Lake Engineering's competitors would grab you up in a heartbeat. I'll support you all the way if you decide to leave."

He shook his head. "No, babe. I need to finish this. There's stuff in the works that may make it worth the effort. Please trust me on that. If it doesn't work out like I think it will, I will move on without a backward glance."

Daniel was convinced he was in for a substantial bonus. We didn't know then that he was in line for the CEO position. Stan would retire at the high point of my husband's success and leave the company leadership to Daniel. In addition, Daniel's company and Misco were considering a joint venture that Daniel would lead. Unknown to him or me, this trip would be his job interview.

He thought he was in line for a great bonus but didn't want me to know. He knew I was his biggest fan and would obsess about it. If he didn't get it, I would be pissed at Stan and ready to chew his ass up one side and down the other. He wouldn't put that burden on me, choosing to carry it on his firm, broad shoulders.

We boarded the plane confident in our individual understandings of the situation. Neither of us was even close to having a clue.

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I read the previous paragraphs and couldn't help but note the tone and language I used. I'm not that crusty, usually. I'm more like a sixties housewife than a new-age hot wife. I have been, and still am, ecstatically happy with my monogamous sex life. My husband is a fantastic lover, all I'll ever need, and much more than I ever expected.

I'm not inexperienced. I had some adventures before Daniel and I met, but they were of the suburban variety, rich in risk at the time but mundane in the telling. I was raised by people who made it clear you don't talk about such things, and you never do them. While I happened to love doing those things with Daniel, the conservative viewpoint was my usual façade. If a couple were to suggest wife swapping, I would be stunned and offended as an instinctive reaction. It's the reaction I had been trained to have my entire life.

I would never say cock, pussy, or blow job in front of anyone but Daniel. I love to filthy talk with him while he makes me orgasm so damn good. I tend to use those terms when I think of our sex life. It doesn't mean the world sees that side of me.

I was a conservative, professional wife, a little Miss Suburban Perfect. A successful businesswoman, a chef in the kitchen, and a wanton whore in our bedroom but a monogamous wife to the world. Most of that is still valid. Some of it, not so much.

We reached altitude, and an absolutely gorgeous woman entered the cabin with us. She smiled happily when she saw the two of us pretending we hadn't just a second ago been tongue wrestling. It's hard to be nonchalant about wiping wet lips, plump from kissing, and making it look like anything other than it is.

Daniel grinned at my evident mix of arousal and embarrassment. I felt the heat of my blush, but it didn't hold a candle to the heat he'd stirred in me further south.

She served us a wonderful dinner and did it well. She would appear, serve us, and then disappear. I thought it was terrific that she helped us experience this magic moment.

She took away the remains of our meal and brought us champagne. She smiled at me as she handed me my glass. "Many of our clients like to take a nap after dinner. I'll make up the bed for you before I go up front. If you need me, please use the call button. I won't be back until we're on approach in three hours."

She folded seats in the back of the plane and made up a nice bed. She smiled and winked at me as she went forward. The door closed behind her and latched. About a second later, Daniel's lips were latched on mine.

Things were going wonderfully! Daniel and I had shed our clothes in record time. He'd made me cum with his hand, his mouth, and his cock was busily completing the trifecta. As I tend to do, I was flailing around a bit and inadvertently hit the call button with my foot.

When the flight attendant walked in on us, I was orgasming my ass off and had no idea she was there. Daniel saw that I was hypersensitive and slipped his cock out in probably the most pornographic display the attendant had ever seen.

All I knew was that when I got my wits about me, my husband was standing in all his glory while our attendant was staring at his erection with huge eyes. She was speechless for several seconds, as were we. Her eyes stayed glued to my husband's cock like she was a hungry bird and his cock was the biggest, tastiest worm she'd ever seen. "I... I'm so sorry, but you pushed the call button! I didn't know!"

I waved a hand in front of her face, and she looked at me, startled. She turned beet red when she realized she'd been caught staring at my husband's raging erection.

I don't know what came over me. To this day, I don't understand why I did what I did. It was the last thing the conservative wife everyone knew would do. Daniel was standing at the end of the bed, perfectly content to let us handle things until his input was needed. He didn't bother trying to hide his genitals or the state they were in. It was too late for that. I'm sure that he hoped the situation would resolve itself without anyone feeling undue embarrassment.

I, on the other hand, was feeling decidedly mischievous. The woman was gorgeous. The way she was looking at my husband's cock left no doubt in my mind that she liked sex, especially with a well-hung man.

She was way out of her comfort zone and was fidgeting everything but her eyeballs. They were laser focused on my husband's gorgeous cock. I could see her expression change as she mentally caught herself. "I should go... I apologize for intruding."

I knee-walked to the end of the bed behind Daniel. I put my hands on his shoulders, then slid them down his arms, pulling her eyes down his body. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to."

She didn't say a word. Her eyes darted from mine to my husband's throbbing erection. Oh, yeah, it was throbbing. We had never, ever, done anything like this, and it was as erotic for him as it was for me.

I slid my hand across his belly, then down to the base of his shaft. I gripped his lovely cock with my right hand and tweaked his nipple with my left. "His cock is so amazing. Do you like it?"

Her head nodded slightly, but her attention was laser focused on my husband's cock as I slowly pumped it. "What's your name, dear?"

Her head jerked up to look at me. "Jennifer... My name is Jenniffer. I should go."

"Are you sure? You're welcome to stay.

"I tell you what. While you think about it, would you bring me a warm washcloth?"

By this point, her brain was a tad locked up. She went to the galley and returned a few moments later. She walked within arms' reach and extended the washcloth. When I didn't reach out for it, she shuffled closer. I managed to get her within a few feet before I took the cloth from her.

I wrapped it around my husband's cock and gently cleaned my cum from it. I thought it was only good manners to clean his tool after use. I laid the washcloth on the table and reached out to Jennifer. "Give me your hand, Jen."

Jen let me take her hand, and I used it to pull her closer. She was standing in front of my husband, his cock flexing just inches from her belly. I could see her rapid breathing and the flush of her arousal. "Would you like to touch it, Jenn? Here, let me help you."

I put her hand on his cock, and it throbbed in her hand. Her gasp was slightly louder than Daniel's groan.

I can't imagine what Dan was thinking at that moment. I had never done anything like this. In his world, the idea that I would let another woman touch him was ludicrous. As I've stated, my hubby is a genius. He quickly figured out that whatever the hell was going on with me, it sure felt good. He saw the look on my face and smiled. He was good with whatever I wanted to do.

Like I said, genius.

Emboldened like I've never felt before, I let go of Jenn's hand and let her continue on her own. She had no problem gently pumping my husband's cock while staring at it raptly. I reached out and tilted her chin up. "You know that if you want to play with Daniel's cock you should kiss him. It's the polite thing to do."

Her eyes followed Daniel's hand as he raised it toward her. He slipped it behind her neck and gently pulled her closer. Her eyes slid closed, and her mouth opened in anticipation as his lips met hers. His kiss was soft and gentle at first, but her hunger fed his. Soon, they were lost in the heat of it. I stepped off the bed and moved behind Jenn. I unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it down her shoulders, where it hung, caught between their bodies. I released her bra next and slid the straps down her shoulders.

Daniel proved that he wasn't totally lost in the kiss when he opened a gap between them long enough for me to slide her dress down. She dropped her arms long enough to let her bra fall, then kissed my husband with renewed hunger.

She was quivering with arousal as I slipped her sensible shoes off. Her panties were just as sensible and just as quickly on the floor. She stepped free of them, then shoved Daniel. She caught him off guard, and he fell back on the bed. It took her all of a second to join him there with the single-minded goal of getting his cock in her mouth. She achieved that goal and began worshiping my husband's cock. She licked him like a lollipop, flicked her tongue against his frenulum, then did her level best to swallow him whole. I was fascinated by her skill and highly aroused. My wonderful husband was busy groaning, and I doubt much of anything except the incredible blow job he was getting was on his mind.

She had his big cock as hard as I'd ever seen it when she straddled him and positioned his cock at her entrance. She lowered herself onto him in fits and starts, gradually stretching to fit until her clit was rubbing his pubic bone.

She wasn't in a hurry for that first orgasm. She undulated her hips, moving his cock from as deep as she could take it to a few inches less. Each movement magnified her arousal until she collapsed onto his chest with her mouth devouring his. Their tongues danced until she reached her pinnacle. She threw her head back and let out an inarticulate scream as she came all over my husband's cock.

She buried her face in his neck as she trembled her way through what appeared to me to be an epic orgasm. Daniel held her tightly until her trembling stopped, and she lay on him as relaxed as I'd ever seen anyone. She sighed, and Daniel chuckled. "You're not done already, are you?"

He rolled with her until she was on the bottom, kissed her hard, then settled in to give her a good fucking.

His long and deep strokes soon had her gasping and looking at him with astonishment. "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"

He did, too, until she was a fucked out piece of protoplasm lying on the bed. He saw that she needed a break, and he slipped from her. His erection was still rock-hard as he wrapped her in his arms. He held her softly as she made her way back.

I took a moment to drink some champagne and let the moment happen. I had created the situation and needed to let it go where it went. I was remarkably comfortable with everything that had happened, which is something that, a few hours ago, I would never have believed myself capable of.

I crawled onto the bed on my husband's other side, which left us all a bit cramped. The bed was an executive jet bed, not a California King. Daniel did his best to make room by quickly moving between my legs. Jenn rolled onto her side and watched us as we reconnected, and my husband filled me with his hot seed. The loving way he fucked my brains out told me how much he appreciated what I had allowed, no, caused to happen.

The three of us lay there for the longest time--much more time than was needed to catch our breath. We were lost in our thoughts, trying to wrap our heads around what had just happened. I knew for a fact that this was way out of Dan's and my comfort zones. I did not doubt that it wasn't anywhere near the vicinity of normal for Jenn, either.

Jenn rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling of the jet. "Well, that just happened, and I can't say I regret it, but damn if I know what to think about it."

I chuckled, rolled against my husband, and reached out to touch her. "You made my husband very happy, and I know he also made you happy. Can we agree it was wonderful and not worry about guilt?"

Her hand settled on mine and began to rub. I don't think for a minute she realized what she was doing. The touch gave her comfort, and that was good enough for me.

We snuggled in silence for a while, and then Jenn sat up. "Now I have to explain to my husband what I did."

Daniel and I both froze in shock. She looked at us both, staring at her, and chuckled. "Relax, he's wanted me to have an inflight spontaneous fuck since I started this job. Now, he'll get the details. I hope it's what he really wanted."

I climbed over my husband and hugged her, which was a bit strange since we were naked. "Please tell me we haven't hurt your marriage. We never intended any harm."

She patted my hand and smiled. "You did nothing wrong. It was always my choice, and I don't think I could have made a better one. You are both so sweet and sexy. I knew from the moment I met you that you were good people. Do you do this kind of stuff very often? I have always thought it might be a lot of fun to open up my marriage, but I was scared of the damage that might occur."

I laughed, and Daniel chuckled right along. "I've got news for you, Jenn. Until this trip, I was your typical conservative housewife. I would never dream of screwing some other guy, and I would have sworn no woman was getting her hands on my man.

"I never planned on this or have done anything remotely like it. I love my husband and want him to feel appreciated. You are so gorgeous and sexy. I knew you both would enjoy it, so I let all my inadequacies go. I let go of being selfish and making it about me.

"My husband is the most wonderful man I've ever known. If being with you makes him happy, and you are happy, that's a good thing. The situation was so hot that I decided, why not? Why not let my husband find some joy with a beautiful woman? Why not let her enjoy my studly husband? There doesn't have to be a bunch of baggage to go along with it if we don't want it."

I paused for a moment, then grinned at her. "Besides, if you hadn't been looking at his cock like it was a gift from the gods, this never would have happened."

She turned red but laughed as she did. "I will attest to anyone that you want that he is a gift from the gods. I suspect the gods we're talking about loved sex."

I was leaking and needed to go to the restroom. I made my way there and did what was necessary. When I returned, Jenn had straightened everything up and left to take her turn. My hubby was sipping on some whiskey he had found in the galley and watching me closely. "Jane, I love you. Don't ever think that I don't. I admit that I'm dying to know what you were thinking, but I'm happy to wait until you're ready to talk about it. I want you to know that you gave me a wonderful gift."

I walked over to him and kissed him. "It was only sex, Dear."

"It wasn't just sex. It was you getting way out of your comfort zone, risking everything you've been raised to believe, all to make me happy. It was a gift of love beyond measure. The rest is just details."

I smirked at him. "Details, huh? It seems to me, Jenn is a pretty hot detail."

He grinned. "Oh, hell yes! When you give your husband a gift, you don't fuck around!"

Is it weird that I was proud of what I did? I should have been hysterical, convinced that my world had ended along with my marriage. Instead, I felt uplifted. My husband fucked a hot woman, and it hadn't shaken his love for me in the slightest. I felt wonderful. Not wonderful enough to consider doing it again, but wonderful. When would the circumstance ever occur to allow such a thing to happen again anyway?

I know! I was asking for it with that one, wasn't I?