Anniversaries, Chapter 1

I was promised a promotion a year ago. I was still waiting for it.

Here I was stuck in a damn hotel on my six-month wedding anniversary. The client wouldn't deal with anyone but me. Yes, this was an important client. They accounted for twenty per cent of my company's annual revenue. But damn it, my bride was important too. If the trip had been a week earlier or later, I wouldn't have minded.

If I had received the promotion on time, I wouldn't have been there. No one had any idea that the man I was supposed to replace was going to postpone his retirement for another three years. He had two kids in college, so it made sense for him to stay on until they graduated. If he hadn't stayed, he wouldn't have had to money for them to finish. I could easily be in his situation in twenty years or so, so I couldn't be bitter toward him. Still, I wanted to have Cheryl with me. The higher-ups all sympathized with me, but I was too important to this customer. I offered to pay for her travel and any extra lodging costs, but they said no. She would be too much of a distraction. I was distracted by her absence. In the seven years I had been with the company, I had never felt like quitting, but how would I explain a sudden departure from a highly responsible position to a future employer? "I wanted to get laid" wouldn't cut it. I swallowed my rage and went.

The meetings went on day and night. I met someone from the client firm for breakfast, another person or three for lunch, drinks and entertainment in the evenings. By the third day, which was the day of our anniversary, I was exhausted. I was supposed to take some of their senior managers to a gentlemen's club that night. I put my foot down a bit and insisted on meeting them an hour late so I could at least call Cheryl. When I explained why I would be late, they were aghast that I had been forced to meet with them that week. I did some fancy talking to keep two of them from calling my boss and giving him hell. They hadn't been married more than two years themselves, so they completely understood my feelings. A couple others expressed sympathy, but they didn't seem sincere.

My conversation with Cheryl boosted my spirits. She didn't flinch when I told her where I was going that night. I expected her to playfully say something like "Don't have too much fun," but she encouraged me to enjoy myself. A couple of her friends were coming to our house to keep her company. I suggested they should go to a male strip club so we could be even in the entertainment department. She laughed. They had already made their plans.

As I rang off, I visualized her in my mind. I was definitely a very lucky guy to have won both her heart and her body. She's five feet five inches tall, measures a delightful 36D-24-35. Her auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her eyes are emerald green like a cat's, and she walks with feline grace. Even in her sleep, she smiles. Many nights we just snuggled together naked simply because we loved pressing our bodies together.

Our sex life is fantastic. We spend weekends in the nude while we do everything from the laundry to carpet cleaning with lots of touching, kissing, fondling, fucking between chores. Neither of us wear underwear if we have to go out; she always wears a short skirt. She has given me blowjobs in the car, in the library, in restaurants, in church. (Sorry, God.) My hands explore her naked pussy and bottom at every opportunity. Many times, we have thrown out ice cream that we had just bought because we came home too horny to put it in the freezer.

The client's people were waiting patiently for in the hotel's lobby when I came down. They announced that since it was my anniversary, I would be their guest that evening. My expense account had already been stretched beyond the limit, so I wasn't going to argue. There would, however, be a slight change of plans. They escorted me out to a limousine, something I would never have been able to afford on my company's budget.

We were taken out of town to what appeared to be an old mansion. I could see three floors with lighted windows. Even at night, I could see that the grounds were professionally maintained. A liveried footman opened the car door as the vehicle stopped. As I stepped out, I could hear soft music playing on hidden loudspeakers. The footman escorted us to the entrance.

Inside we were greeted by a strikingly beautiful woman who led us to a sitting room. Looking around, I saw that the room was occupied by numerous men in three-piece suits talking to a bevy of attractive young women dressed in very sexy outfits, most of which were made of see-through material. "Which of you is Rob?' our escort asked.

"I am," I said.

"Happy anniversary," she said.

"Thank you. Could somebody tell me what's going on?"

"Your friends felt that since you can't be with your wife tonight, through no fault of your own, that you should still enjoy some feminine company on this important occasion." Another beautiful lady joined us. Her minidress was mostly transparent. Her underwear was conspicuous by its absence. "This is Theresa. She will be your companion this evening, unless you see someone else that you would prefer."

"Happy anniversary, Rob," Theresa said as she took my arm and led me away from the group. "Why don't we go upstairs?" Her lead was very gracious, yet she clearly communicated that she was in charge. She seemed to glide rather than walk across the room to the stairs. Her eyes never left mine as we mounted the steps. "I'm so happy to have been chosen to spend this evening with you. They told me you were handsome, but I didn't know that was an understatement." She opened a door at the top of the staircase and ushered me into an ornately decorated room. I was offered a seat on the sofa. The room looked like the bedroom of a very wealthy woman. It was large with plenty of space between the sofa and the four-poster bed. "Would you like a drink? I was a bartender before I came here, so I can fix just about anything you'd like."

"A hot cup of black coffee would be great," I said. "I've been in meetings all week, and I can hardly keep my eyes open."

"That I don't have here, but I can have some sent up." She picked up the telephone and placed the order as though she was ordering room service in a fancy hotel. "So how long have you been married?"

"Just six months."

"A newlywed. That's wonderful. Is there anything special you would like to do with me?"

"You can help me get my bearings. This visit was sprung on me as a surprise. This is a brothel, isn't it?"

"We call it a spa."

"Okay. How long are we supposed to spend together?"

"As long as you want. There aren't any clocks here."

"I don't mean to be insulting you. You're probably a very decent person, and you're very pretty, but I really don't want to be here."

She smiled. "I understand how you feel, but your friends would feel very insulted if you walked out of here. They've gone to a lot of trouble and expense on your behalf." There was a knock on the door. Theresa went to it and returned with a rolling cart with a carafe of coffee and a couple cups and saucers. She poured a cup and handed it to me.

"Could we just spend our time talking?" I asked as I took a sip of coffee. "This is good."

She sat down beside me. She whispered in my ear, "That mirror is a one-way window. Your friends are in the next room watching us. They're regulars. It's their thing."

"They aren't friends; they're customers. They will probably threaten to show pictures of us to my wife as a way of getting a major price break."

"Cameras aren't allowed in here. Someone is with them to make sure they don't have any. You don't want to seem ungrateful to them, do you?"

"You have a good point," I said as I put the cup down. "We do need their business."

She took my tie in her hand and gently pulled on it bringing my lips to hers. As our lips met, she undid my tie and slowly pulled it off my neck. I put my hand on her cheek as we kissed. Skillfully, her fingers unbuttoned my shirt. I sat up enough to remove my suit jacket. Our kissing continued as I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt. As my shirt landed on the floor, I laid back on the sofa. Theresa laid on top of me, her large firm breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through the almost nonexistent material of her dress. My prick strained against my pants. My hands stroked her back down to her bottom. Her breathing became lusty when I touched her butt. Her lips moved to my chin and neck. Her mouth was gentle against my skin as she slowly and lightly traced circles around my rapidly stiffening nipples with her fingertips.

She straddled my hips and removed her dress. Leaning forward, she kissed my neck and shoulders. My breathing, and hers, became deeper and deeper. Her rigid nipples pressed into my abdomen as she moved her kisses to my chest. Deftly she unbuckled my belt and opened my pants without her boobs losing contact with my belly. Each of my ribs received attention from her lips while her hand entered my shorts to stroke my rigid prick. Just when I thought I would lose my load, she stopped and sat up. Climbing off me, she quickly divested me of my clothing and led me to the bed. "It's your turn to do a little work," she informed me as she laid down.

Her skin shone like fine alabaster in the dim light. I laid beside her and stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers as I gently kissed her lips. She smiled as she cupped my head in her hand. "You're very sweet," she said. I kissed her checks and neck. She relaxed and surrendered control to me. My thoughts now focused on pleasuring Theresa. Her nipples were stony points on her breasts as I kissed the total surface of each one. She gasped when my teeth scraped each tip. She reached for my firm cock, but I brushed her hand aside. My lips caressed her ribs one at a time, then moved to her taut belly. I worked my way around her pussy lips carefully avoiding contact with them. Her hips began to jerk as my tongue traced a line on her inner thighs between her knees and her pubic hair. Her pussy lips were swollen with lust, and her clit protruded from under its hood. She screamed with delight as I slowly licked her slit from bottom to top. I wrapped my lips around her mini-dick and sucked gently as her entire body shuddered again. "Fuck me now!" she pleaded. I licked up and down the folds of her inner lips carefully avoiding her clit. Her legs clamped my head in place, but I was able to continue teasing her nub with my tongue. "Please, I can't stand any more! Fuck me now!"

Reluctantly I withdrew my tongue. When her legs released me, I crawled atop her. Her hand led my cock to her steaming cunt. I was completely inside her with a single thrust. I waited a couple minutes while she caught her breath. Her eyes locked on mine as I slowly moved in her tight, hot wet glove. Our mouths crushed each other as I increased my pace. Her legs were drawn up allowing me to penetrate to her cervix. She screamed as her love muscles tightened repeatedly. My thrusts became long and fast as my own climax approached. The outside world, the mirror with the clients behind it, the entire room vanished from my awareness as my nuts pulled up and my sperm spurted into her womb. Her pussy muscles held me in a vise-like grip.

We lay in a heap of tangled limbs and bodies fighting for air; our pulses pounded in our temples as we slowly returned to reality. "I have never had a lover like you," she said gasping for breath. "I should be paying you." That remark immediately reminded me that I was not in bed with Cheryl, but with a whore. All of the possibilities of blackmail flooded my mind as I raised myself off her. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face with my hands as I tried to figure out a way to keep Cheryl from finding out about what I had just one. "What's the matter, honey?" Theresa asked with genuine concern in her voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

I turned to look at her. She was gorgeous in her afterglow of lovemaking. It had been lovemaking, not fucking. I had wanted to please her as much as she had wanted to please me. There was no reason for me to be angry with her, to hate her, to despise her. She had done her job remarkedly well. "No, you were perfect," I said. I leaned over and gently kissed her. "I envy the man who wins your heart."

She sat up and squeezed her body to mine. "Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Your wife is a very lucky woman. I don't suppose you have a twin brother someplace."

"I'm an only child."

"Just my luck. Let's shower and get dressed. You don't want to keep your, ah, clients waiting."

The next day's meeting went off without a hitch. The previous night's activities were not mentioned, much to my surprise and relief. I caught an evening flight home around five p. m.

Cheryl was waiting for me in the baggage claim area. I was very surprised to see her in her light blue cocktail dress with matching shoes and clutch purse. She ran to me and pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was firm, almost desperate. "I missed you so much," she said breathlessly.

"I missed you too," I said. "You look very lovely this evening."

"I thought we should do our celebrating tonight since we couldn't last night."

"Sounds good to me."

"That's good because I have already made the reservations."

"You're pretty sure of yourself."

"I know my husband."

We collected my bags and went to our car. As we drove away from the pay booth, Cheryl said, "How was the gentlemen's club?"