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Two weeks had passed since Sue had returned from her book consultant trip to South Carolina. In the intervening time things were moving at a breakneck pace for her. She had to catch up on client appointments and was constantly communicating with the publishers of Dr. Shraff's forthcoming book. Sue and three others at the consultant meeting had been given research contribution credit and were updating information with the book editors daily. There were planned meetings in New York she would be expected to attend. She needed to sign a contract with the publisher for royalty credit and information release. The royalties would be minor compared to what Dr. Schraff was getting, but Sue joked, remarking how it would at least pay for a vacation for us when all this was over. The recognition and notoriety this publication would bring was the most important. But it was coming with a price. Her time and nerves were being taxed, and the cracks were apparent.
I came home Friday evening from a long day on the road. Sue had been engrossed in her work, and we had only spoken about the normal mundane for the last two weeks. I filled the void with work and a long overdue weekend camping trip with a couple of old friends. I walked into the house, hearing Sue on the phone as usual, sitting at the kitchen island on her laptop with one of the book editors. I nodded hello to her, grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to my home office. After about twenty minutes Sue came in, leaned down and kissed me saying hello.
"So, how goes it?"
"Jay, I never thought it would get this crazy. It's mayhem. The editor's constant questions. Adding this content, cutting that, and I've only got a few pages of research in the whole damn book. Plus, my normal job. Client appointments as usual."
"You'll survive and be famous."
"I'm sorry for being so distant, so preoccupied."
"It's okay. This too shall come to pass. Spoke to your Dr. Allison Shraff lately?"
"No, not at all. She's been included in publisher emails, but her assistant has been fielding those. Nothing else yet.
"Busy too, I guess."
"They're going to be calling me up to New York soon. Meetings at the publisher's office. That reminds me. Next Friday evening. There's an awards and recognition ceremony at the Platinum Club."
"WOW! Big doings. The Platinum Club. Someone we know getting an award?"
"Yes, and others too. The partnership thought this would be a good annual tradition going forward. So, dust off your best suit, and make sure you can dance in your dress shoes."
"I'm proud of you Babe."
I kissed her on the cheek as she headed upstairs to change. I started dinner and poured each of us a glass of wine. She came down dressed in her red robe. We had a quiet dinner. I knew Sue was preoccupied and worried. As we cleared the dishes she asked;
"Could we forego the TV tonight and just relax together? I've missed you these last weeks."
"Of course. Let's get some more wine and go out to the sun deck."
"Besides the wine, do we have any of those CBD gummies left?"
"Huh, you really want to relax, don't you?"
I refilled our wine glasses, grabbed the gummies and joined Sue on our sun deck. It was an enclosed area. When the slide doors were opened it warmed up quickly and had a baseboard heater I flipped on. The roof extension had three large panel windows and two large skylights. The sunlight streamed in during the day, and at night there were views of the stars. We had cushioned patio furniture around the deck. Sue sat in one of the Adirondack chairs, putting her feet up on the ottoman, and I sat in the one next to her. I handed her glass of wine and gummy to her. She downed the gummy, hardly chewing it, followed by a healthy swig of wine.
We were quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the night stillness out the windows. I had dimmed the lights. Sue sat with her eyes closed. She reached over to me and motioned with her hand. I knew this to be the signal for yet another CBD gummy, which I handed her. She chewed this one slowly, savoring the taste of it and the wine. Her robe had fallen open partway, revealing her tits and pussy. Her head was turned away from me, so I enjoyed the view, slowly stroking my cock thru the fleece pants I was wearing. I thought about our past adventures, and how far we had come exploring our couple years old sexual awakenings. The times we had had. The times she had without me, yet I found ways of finding out and would keep finding out.
I was happy, angry, and jealous on different levels. I loved seeing her sexually pleasured, riding a big hard cock, or multiple ones, or eating the wet pussy of one of our friends, or strangers. But I was sometimes conflicted, and so was she, but on a different level. Sue always explained her actions like I was the therapy patient, justifying anything she did as "research." Yea, right. When I do shit on my own I'll tell her I was doing "research" for her. If you're married to a sexual therapist my congratulations and condolences. The spouse of a therapist gets all their therapy for free whether they need it or not. While she lay there peacefully in the chair, my voyeuristic tendencies kicked in. I was hard, playing with myself. I picked my phone up from the table, clicked it into silent mode, then took a bunch of photos of her lying there for future masturbation opportunities. I could also put them to good use on our swinger community sites.
Sue let out a long sigh and turned towards me.
"I wish you could go to New York with me."
"I'd need to know a little in advance to get the time off. Sounds like they're going to call and expect you there next day."
"Probably. They'll just send the airline reservations and say be there. I'll have to cancel all my clients at a moment's notice. The other partners at work are all excited about the notoriety this will bring the practice. So, they've said do whatever you have to."
"I'll bet. Means more clients when they hear the world-renowned therapist Sue Chesney has figured out how all human sexuality works. Or at least they'll market it like that."
"Jay, I want you to come up to the city as soon as you can. I'll be up there at least a week. I also want to let you know. I was asked by one of the publisher's assistants if I'd like to, "see the sights," while I'm there."
"What's that mean?"
"Her name is Claire. She's young, a real go-getter. She'll be assigned to me as an assistant. She's been asking me questions. Apparently, she's a player. Knows the swinging sex scene up there."
"Married?"
"Yes, late twenties, maybe thirty. Ambitious, career oriented. Pretty. She's asked if I want to visit the clubs she has access too."
"Sex clubs, you mean?"
"Yes, underground clubs and such. I wanted to tell you because I'm nervous and excited about the idea. But I want you with me. Please."
"I'll put in for leave tomorrow. Maybe I can get there mid-week. Would that work?"
"Yes, thank you. You know once this book is done, I want us to really let go, like we did a couple years ago. I want us to experience as much as we can. Do you agree?"
"Hell yes, I agree."
I looked at Sue and noticed her robe had partially come open at her waist, and her right hand was rubbing her pussy lightly.
"You've gotten busy my love."
"I was getting excited telling you all this, and now knowing you're going to be there with me. Come here, take me. Fuck me hard!"
I had my shorts off in seconds. I moved my chair aside and stood beside Sue, stroking my cock inches from her face. She took it in her left hand and shoved it in her mouth, still working her pussy, more vigorously, with her right hand.
"UMMMMM. Yea, SUCK MY COCK!
UMMMMM. PHWAW!!!! Hold your balls up for me. I want to lick them too. UMMMM, YEA! That's it. You want to be there and watch me get fucked don't you?"
"Oh, FUCK YES. Will you take more than one cock at a time?"
Sue pushed back and stood, reversing her position and kneeling on the chair. She stuck her as out towards me, reaching under through her legs and spreading her hairy pussy for me to see. She looked back at me smiling.
I kneeled behind her, shoving my face and tongue into her pussy. I ate her out noisily lapping and sucking her cunt lips, probing her with my tongue.
"Yes Jay, that's it. Get my pussy ready for your cock. Keep it hard for me. OH YES, like that!"
I leaned back, shoving two fingers up inside her, moving them rapidly.
"YES, OH YES!"
"Reach back and spread your ass open Sue."
She did, revealing her sweet crack and hole to me. I shoved my face in, nose in her ass, sniffing deep. I then licked her ass, enjoying hearing her moans as her ass hair was both in my nose and mouth.
"YOU DIRTY FUCK. LICKING MY ASSHOLE LIKE THAT! YOU KNOW THAT TURNS ME ON! FUCK ME NOW, PLEASE!!!!
I stood behind her, inserting my cock into her wet, open cunt. I grabbed her long hair from off her back and pulled her head back to me. I fucked her hard, every thrust a deliberate slam. I leaned toward her ear:
"I like seeing you fucked hard, used by men and women. I like seeing you with cum all over you, then re-claiming you as mine. What I don't like and won't tolerate is not hearing you've been fucked and sneaking around. Understood?"
"YES, OH YES, TELL ME WHAT A FUCKING SLUT I AM! I'M GOING TO COME!!! FUCK YEA!!!! AHHHHH HAWWWW!!!
She let out that familiar sound as she was coming. I slapped her ass cheeks hard twice. One final thrust and I blew my load deep inside her.
"OH, FUCK YEA! TAKE IT ALL YOU SLUT WIFE!!!
We were both breathing heavily. I pulled my now over-sensitive cock out of her and stepped up to her face.
"Now, lick my cum and your juices off my cock."
She did it without a word, sucking my cock into her mouth, then tonguing the head. She slowly rose from the chair, propping her left leg onto it, facing me. She spread her cunt open.
"Now it's your turn. Fair is fair, Kneel and clean me."
I loved her "voice" of command. I smiled and knelt. I grabbed her around her hips to steady her. She spread and placed her pussy o my nose and face. I licked my cum from her wet pussy.
"Yes, my little cuck fuck husband. You like warm cum don't you? Get all of it now, that's it."
I licked her for a minute or two. Her sixty-four-year-old legs were getting tired. She stepped down. I told her:
"Go get a shower now. Take your wine with you. I'll clean up here."
She nodded and started to walk off. I slapped her ass hard as she departed.
"That's just a little demonstration of how a Hot Slut Wife should be treated."
She gritted her teeth at me and laughed as she strolled upstairs to the shower. I straightened up the sunroom and finished my wine and chased it with a shot of Irish Whiskey. By the time I got up to the bedroom, Sue was showered and in bed asleep, the effects of the wine and gummies evident. I slid in beside her. She stirred, looking at me through glassy eyes. I kissed her and told her I loved her.
"I love you too."
We both went to sleep. Tomorrow was hours away.
The rest of the week past in a blur. Sue was still busy fielding appointments and publisher calls. I was running suits and dresses to and from the cleaners. At last, it was Saturday evening, and Sue was bustling around, getting ready. Hair done earlier, makeup just right, dress looking amazing. Occasionally yelling at me to hurry up and get ready. Me, shower, shaved, hair combed. I cleaned up okay. I wasn't getting an award. Still, Sue had to last minute primp me like a five-year-old, but in the end I passed inspection.
We left for the venue, the Platinum Club, right on time. Sue didn't want to be early. The meet and greet was two hours. As we entered there were pictures taken of the couples.
As soon as we passed through the doors into the ballroom, Sue was greeted like a conquering hero. Board members, partners, co-workers, and well-wishers all came forward to greet her. She hugged and shook hands and conversed. I headed for the bar to get us a couple drinks. By the time I got back to her, the Dee Jay was into full blast, playing a contemporary song, I'd never heard, nor wanted to again. I approached and handed her a glass of wine. She mouthed a thank you, then leaned in near to me to all but yell I'm sorry.
"This is your night babe. You deserve it. Enjoy. Save a few dances for me."
She teared up a little at that, and nodded, mouthing I love you. I went back to the bar and grabbed another bourbon. It was free and I was thirsty. While I was hanging out I had some impromptu greets myself. Dr's Eric Benton and Mark Graves came up and said hello, and introduced me to their wives. They were managing partners and fellow psychiatrists or psychologists, ( I could never remember), on the board of directors with Sue. Eric was a good-looking African American guy Sue had remarked on before. Called him nice. I knew what that meant. His wife Emily was a dark-haired striking Caucasian girl. Both in their late thirties. Mark Graves was the typical yuppy young psychiatrist. Curly hair, intelligent beyond description. His wife Sandra was a bit shy, nodding hello and letting Mark do all the talking. Eric said;
"We're all proud of Sue, Jay. She's extremely accomplished."
I smiled and said;
"Yes, it's been a long journey for her to get here. I'm proud of her as well."
"She's got revolutionary ideas that have grown the practice substantially," Mark said.
Yea, I thought. That and the fact it's all private pay by affluent types who have sexual difficulties from working too hard and marrying for family connections, not love. They both went off to mingle with others. Several of Sue's assistants, both male and female greeted me, having seen me visit the office at times. One of them, Kelly, ran up and threw her arms around me. She was close to Sue. One of her leads on her administrative team. She had a boyfriend in tow who looked more out of place than I did. Must have been his first corporate event. Kelly introduced him. I shook his hand and forgot his name instantly. They ran off to see others in other groups. I kept an eye on Sue and her wine glass, then turned and headed for the bar again. I got her a fresh glass of wine and my third bourbon. I hoped dinner would be soon. I delivered Sue's wine to her and as I was stepping back I nearly knocked down a ravishing older woman who had come up behind me.
"OHHHH!"
"Mame, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you or hear you. The music."
"It's quite alright. No harm done. It's my fault. I just wanted to introduce myself. Sylvia Durall. You're Sue's husband?"
"Yes, Mrs. Durall, Jay Chesney. It's good to meet you."
We shook hands and she said;
"Oh no, you call me Sylvia. Sue has told us so much about you."
"Oh, really? Us you say?"
"Yes, my husband Charles and I. Come with me, I'd like you to meet him."
Sylvia Durall
She took me by the arm and led me towards the front of the ballroom. Ravishing isn't the only word to describe Sylvia Durall, stunning would do it as well. She was older, probably about seventy or so. She had frosted blond hair, expensively done up as was her manicured nails. She was about 5 feet 6 inches. In heels which added an inch or two. Her dress was to kill for. It fit in all the right places, a true evening dress. It was short skirted, showing off her nicely formed legs and a neckline that plunged down halfway to her navel, revealing what I'm sure was the most expensive boob job I'd ever seen. As she led me through the ballroom to her husband, I noticed her perfume which was captivating. I happened to look back and catch Sue's eye as I was being led away. Sue turned to another colleague and about ran across the ballroom towards me. She caught up to me just as we were arriving at the round table closest to the dais, where the speeches and awards would be later. Sylvia had just let go of my arm when I reached out, putting my arm around Sue and pulling her close. I leaned in and whispered;
"Nice job balancing that wine glass while running in heels. You should get an award for that."
Sue gave me an exaggerated "Shush" look as we turned toward the table. Sylvia reached out and touched the shoulder of a gentleman in conversation with another gentleman. He turned to face her and smiled.
"Charles, this is Jay Chesney, Dr. Chesney's husband. Oh, Sue, there you are."
Charles stayed seated, reached up and took my hand.
"Jay, good to meet you finally. Sue speaks highly of you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Durall."
Charles & Sylvia
Charles Durall had been a leading Psychotherapist years ago. Sue told me he'd accomplished research on a wide spectrum of mental illness. He'd taught at several major universities, and his family was old southern money. He had long retired. Now about eighty, he was the senior fellow on the board of directors of Sue's practice. As we exchanged pleasantries, Sylvia and Sue were all smiles. There was an announcement that dinner was about to be served. Sylvia said;
"Sue, Jay, you will join us at our table."
Sue paled a little but recovered.
"Oh, Sylvia, we've got our assigned table over..."
"Nonsense. We have extra room right here. They always do that for us at these events. Please."
Sylvia motioned to two unoccupied places at the table. She sat next to Charles, then all but pushed me down in the seat next to her. Sue was on my right. I leaned in and whispered to her;
"What have you told them about me?"
Sue shook her head awkwardly, avoiding my gaze.
"Nothing special."
"So, you came running over here because you thought I'd say the wrong thing."
"Of course. They're highly influential. You know."
"Yea, and I'm just old dumb ass Jay."
"You know that's not what I mean. He's just the most important person in the practice."
"Well, Sylvia likes me. So there."
We both laughed, and the dinner salad was arriving. We were introduced to the rest of the board members and their spouses seated at the table. One older couple, who were particularly memorable were the Clyde's, Stanley and Pauline. He was a stick in the mud, but Pauline was funny. She was plump, sweet, short white hair, seventy something. She laughed at everything but could hold her own in conversation. Stanley would say almost nothing except, "enough Jewels." Her nickname, I supposed. She and Sylvia gabbed on and on.
There were perks to being seated with Charles and Sylvia. We had our own waiter. I didn't have to run to the bar anymore. Sue ordered wine with dinner. Pinkies raised everyone. The dinner progressed without a hitch, though Sue and I were quiet unless addressed directly. Mostly big business conversations, stocks, that sort of thing. Sylvia would turn occasionally to me and ask if everything was alright. Even if I said yes, she signaled the waiter for another round of drinks. About forty-five minutes had passed, the wait staff was clearing the dishes and setting up the desert tray. Some young guy in a nice suit came over and whispered something in Sylvia's ear. She turned to Charles and said;
"Charles dear, it's time."
"Alright Tink, thank you."
Charles then rose from his chair, with some difficulty, like he was stiff from sitting so long. Tink, I mean Sylvia, tried to assist him, but he brushed her off. Proud that way. A cane not previously seen was in his hand. The same guy that spoke to Sylvia then escorted him to the raised dais where a microphoned podium stood. He taped the mic. The room went silent instantly. Charles introduced himself, though I'm sure he didn't need to. If he was frail in body, he certainly was not in mind or spirit. His speaking voice resonated through the crowded ballroom with depth and clarity. He spent time talking of how Sue's collective practice had exceeded all expectations in its two-year existence. He spoke for a good fifteen minutes about the practice and it's long term growth plan. He mentioned the partners, including Sue. Sylvia sat, beaming at the way Charles spoke, commanding attention. At one point she turned towards Sue and I and said;
"He's older but still has power."
Charles then went into the reason for the night's festivities, the awards presentation. Several assistants joined Charles on the dais, as a curtain parted from behind revealing a table with award plaques and envelopes taped to them. A string of names, positions and stories were read, each ensuing at the conclusion with applause as the person getting the award went up on the dais, shook hands with and or hugged Charles, then exited the stage to more applause. This went on for more than a half hour. I was losing my interest in all this until finally, after getting my fourth bourbon delivered I heard Charles say;
"This last and most important award is but only a token of the way we respect its recipient. I have known Doctor Sue Chesney for almost forty years, since she was a student of mine at university. She cares about all her clients and their stories as if they were her own. We know this online and written reviews and comments we get at the practice. She is now about to embark on another great endeavor as a collaboratively published author on a major new work on women's health. We're all proud of Sue. So, if she would join me here?"
Sue carefully walked up to the stage and embraced Charles. He handed her the award, then stepped aside for her to take the microphone.
"I would like to thank all of the board members, partners, doctors and staff for making it possible to get this award. I didn't and couldn't have without your help. Most of all though I must thank my husband Jay. He's supported me through everything, from my studies at university and med school, through numerous clinical posts where the experiences were great, but the income very low. For many years we had very little. He never complained about the late nights working, or the emergency calls requiring me to leave for the office at an instant. He's my companion, and best friend. I love you Jay.
There was raucous applause, and Sylvia reached over and touched my arm, smiling. As Sue reached our table she leaned down and planted a five second long kiss on my lips. She smiled with tears in her eyes, and I told her how proud I was of her. From that point on, I would barely see her for the rest of the evening. She had been swept off into different parts of the ballroom, talking and laughing, dancing on the floor with some of her female staff, doing all those syncopated dances they do at weddings and such. At our table, Sylvia had gone off to mingle a bit, Pauline in tow. That left Charles, Stanley Clyde and myself at the table. Stanley was absorbed in his phone. He had barely spoken all evening. Charles motioned for me to move over into Sylvia's vacant seat. He leaned in close, so he could be heard over the music, and asked what my occupation was.
I explained I was in commercial fire protection sales and had been for more than twenty five years. He raised an eyebrow and said;
"I own stock in several construction companies. We need to get together and talk about some sales opportunities."
"I'd like that."
"I'll be in touch this coming week then?"
"Oh, alright. Sue's off to New York Monday or Tuesday. So, I'm free."
"Good, do you have a card?"
Just so happens I did. After giving it to him, he was approached by two older gentlemen, who started a new conversation. I saw my chance to get up and stretch my legs. I went to the bar for a glass of water. I was done with the bourbon. As I Stood at the bar having my water I saw Sue, still talking and laughing. She caught my eye and mouthed,
"We need to dance."
I nodded and mouthed back, "slow dance."
She nodded and went right back to talking to her group. I turned to leave the bar and Sylvia appeared out of nowhere and took my arm.
"Jay, come dance with me."
"Oh, Sylvia, I'm not very good. I've had a few belts."
"Nonsense, so have I. We can hold each other up then at the least."
Seeing there was no use protesting, I followed her to the dance floor. The dance was not a slow dance but not fast either. More a foxtrot I think they used to call it. Sylvia got in close and lead, more or less. It took a minute, but I got the hang of it. We were across the dance floor in seconds, there were only three other older couples out there. This wasn't a dance for the young. Sylvia leaned in close, and said;
"I appreciate you dancing with me."
"Of course, Sylvia. It wasn't that I didn't want to. I wasn't familiar with the dance."
"Most people here are put off by Charles and I since they essentially work for him in some respects. They're wary of him. I get the collateral damage. Charles has had medical issues the last several years. We can't come out on a dance floor much or do some other things. He's eighty now. The spirit is willing you know."
"Yes, I had an interesting conversation with him about some of his other business interests. He said we'd talk."
"Oh, that's wonderful. You must come to our place for dinner. I'll see to it. Sue's off to New York anyway about that book. I'll arrange everything."
The music ended, and Sylvia smiled and hugged me, thanking me again. A slow song. "Can I Have this Dance," started playing. Sue was walking towards me. As she got to us said;
"I'll give you back to your wife now. Sue, you have a pearl of great price here."
"Yes, Sylvia. I've spent thirty-six years polishing him up and holding him close."
Sylvia laughed and walked away back to the table. After about four hours the event began to dwindle. Last call and last dance had been announced by the Dee Jay. People were saying their goodnights and leaving the venue. Charles and Sylvia were among them. Charles looked exhausted. He shook my hand and leaned in close saying;
"I'll be in touch with you next week."
I nodded and said thank you and goodnight. Sylvia hugged Sue, then hugged me. Her full breasts against my chest.
"Jay, it was so good to finally meet you. Charles is quite taken with you and so am I."
"Well, Sylvia, thank you. That means a lot."
"We'll be seeing you again soon. I'm sure."
She leaned up and kissed my cheek. As she pulled away her hand had been on my back, then slid down to my hip. I could swear she squeezed my hip but got my back pocket where my wallet was. She smiled as she and Charles made their way out.
"Are you about ready, babe?"
"Yes, let's go."
Sue grabbed her small purse, and we made our way to the exit. As we were leaving, we passed Dr. Eric Benton, whom I'd spoken to earlier, chatting to a group of five women, including his wife. As we passed, he said;
"Good seeing you again, Jay. Hey Sue, remember the partner meeting on Monday at seven. See you there."
We both smiled and waved and kept going. It was a quiet but happy ride home from the venue.
"You were the belle of the ball tonight, my love."
"Rub it in, dear. It's all business. Besides, Sylvia was fawning all over you."
"It's my nice guy bravado. Usually only works with clients."
"Umm, and me."
We pulled into the driveway and headed into the house. I got both of us glasses of water and drank mine fast. I wasn't liking the brewing hangover that was coming on. Sue took the glass I offered as she was looking at her phone.
"Oh hell!"
"What's the matter?"
"I must have missed this text during the party. I leave for New York Tuesday morning. Early."
"Well, it's hear. I'll let my manager know and meet you up there Thursday."
Sue nodded but looked nervous. I put my arm around her, and we walked upstairs to the bedroom. We went straight to bed with a kiss, and she fell fast asleep. I lay there and wondered what awaited her and us there. Then I was fast asleep.
The next day, Sunday, I awoke a hungover mess. It hurt to open my eyes, closed my eyes, and moving was torturous. It was just after 8 AM, but I still awoke before Sue. She was laying there, covers almost over her head. She lightly moaned as I got out of bed and barely moved. I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. I took a couple of headache pills and stared out the kitchen window into the backyard. The hangover fog began to dissipate into a dull ache. As I stood there, I heard a chime notification sound. I turned, and Sue's work laptop was open on the counter. She had been looking at emails up until we left for the gala last night. The screen was dark, as it was in power-saving mode. I curiously moved my hand across the pad, and the screen came to life. It wasn't asking for a password. Curious. Then I remembered Sue complaining about the sleep function on the computer, constantly wanting a password every few minutes of non-use.
I told her that was normal, and that she could adjust the time in the settings feature. Sue was a brilliant therapist, but a lousy IT person. We were old school. Our kids knew much more about computers and smartphones than we ever did. I had gotten better over the years. Had to because of work. More recently to keep track of my wife's whereabouts. She had just disabled the function. Not smart, although since I was standing here, curious as hell, I was in luck. I opened her emails, and the notification was a meeting invite for tomorrow, Monday evening at 7:00 pm. I remembered Dr. Benton saying something to Sue as we left the Gala last night. The invite was from him, and included Dr. Graves, and several of the therapy assistants at the office. It didn't seem unusual until I noticed the location. It wasn't at the office. It was a different address. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote the address down.
I left the laptop and headed up to my office. Sue was still asleep. I logged onto my new desktop computer. While Sue was in South Carolina, on the recommendation of my friend Roger, I had a new security system put in the home. Cameras and sensors in all rooms, some covert. The private security firm I used was literally pay and keep silent. With a few clicks on the screen, I had access to any electronic device that touched our network, even if it wasn't signed into the network. I found Sue's laptop on the network, and I was in almost instantly. The server mapped everything on the device in a few minutes. It created a clone of Sue's computer, including access codes and passwords. I opened and scanned her emails. Most were work-related appointments, board business and such. There were emails from the publisher in New York from a Clea Gordon. Looked like she was to be Sue's shadow while she was there.
Her Tuesday schedule Clea provided looked bust all day. Even a 6 PM dinner after all the meetings. I went through the rest of what I could quickly. I noticed a service icon and opened it. There were session record folders. I opened one. Video icons in them. I'd have to investigate them later. I heard Sue moaning in what I could only describe as distress. I locked my computer and walked to the bedroom. Sue was trying to rise but not succeeding. Her hand was over her eyes, and she continued moaning.
"I swear I didn't drink that much last night."
"Well. I did. The wine just snuck up on you. I'll go get you some water and an ibuprofen. Just stay here."
I returned a couple of minutes later and gave them to her. She got up, went to the bathroom, and returned looking a bit better but not even seventy percent.
"Just stay in bed awhile."
"I can't. It's already past ten. I need to pack for the trip. I've got a whole workday ahead tomorrow."
"Yea, and a meeting after."
"What, oh, yea."
She finally got moving as the day wore on. She absorbed herself in trip preparation, while I watched sports and news most of the day. I cooked dinner early, and we laid around mostly exhausted until it was time to go to bed. Sue went up to bed before me. I went up soon after, but not before depositing a GPS tag deep in her purse pocket. After all, the city could be dangerous and full of unknowns. I had no doubt she was going to enjoy herself before I got up there on Thursday. I wasn't going to miss it.
The next morning, Monday, we both sprinted through the shower, dressed and headed out. She going to the office, and I headed out on sales calls. We kissed each other in passing and didn't text or call all day. I got home first that late afternoon and prepped a salad. No large dinner. I remembered Sue had a late meeting. She came in at 6 PM like a whirlwind, aggravated, flustered. The day hadn't gone well. She kissed me quickly and put her computer bag, phone and keys on the counter.
"Sorry dear, I have to freshen up for this damn meeting."
She ran upstairs to get ready. About thirty seconds after she left her phone text ping went off. I went over and gazed at the message:
Don't forget, we start at seven guest of honor.
I then opened her phone, (yes, I knew the password, I suggested it), and began reading.
Sue's phone
The text string was ambiguous, but it was a group text with everyone, Dr. Eric Benton and Dr. Mark Graves, as well as Benton's wife and several of the female office assistants. There was that address again that wasn't the office location. I quickly typed the address into my GPS phone app. It was in an upscale residential neighborhood, only a few minutes from here. I heard Sue coming down the steps. I closed her phone and put it back on the counter. I then set the salad I made on the counter. She came through the kitchen in a hurry, wearing a different pantsuit than earlier today..
"Going to have something to eat?"
"Oh, Jay, I don't have time. Keep it for me until I get home. They'll probably have something to snack on at the meeting."
"What kind of meeting is this? Seems like last minute."
"Oh, the usual stuff. I have to go. She kissed me and all but ran out the door."
Okay, she'd made her mistakes. She didn't tell me about the different location. She was dismissive as well. She was up to something. I let her get out of the driveway. I had the GPS tag in her purse. I had her car, a moving dot on the display in seconds. I went by my office and grabbed a derringer out of the gun safe. I had no idea what I was getting into. These days, you couldn't be too careful. I headed out of the house, got in the car, and followed her on the GPS display. She would arrive about six minutes before me. I navigated through an affluent residential development. Some houses very large, some not so large. It was getting dark. I saw the house ahead, one level, maybe a basement. There were eight or so cars parked in the driveway and on the street, Sue's SUV was on the street behind the others. I passed the house, getting a good look at the front. There was a well-dressed guy on the porch, just standing there. I went around the corner, and around the block again. I parked up the street from the house, not attracting attention, but well within view.
I decided to wait another twenty minutes or so, before walking up to the house. While I waited I looked up the address again to see if there was an owner. It turned out to be a vacation rental under a property management agency. What the hell is all this, I wondered. Was this going to turn out to be just another off site work party after the party? If so, why hadn't Sue told me. Was it a surprise? Was I going to walk into a first class embarrassment? Thoughts were spinning through my head, everything and nothing. The twenty minutes had passed. No one else had come or gone from the house. The well-dressed guy was still standing there. A guard? It was totally dark now, 7:45 PM. There was barely any light coming from the house, even though the porch light was off. I finally got up the nerve, got out of the car and walked toward the house. The guard had taken no notice of me until my foot touched the first of three steps going up to the porch. He simply looked at me, not a word spoken. I had to think quickly.
The Guard
"Hi. My wife is inside. She's expecting me."
Still, without a word, the guard nodded, opened the door, and stepped aside. I entered. It was almost completely dark. I was in a small entry way, the living room dark and unused. I heard a bass tone of some music, but it was muffled. There were only some nightlight type devices on. I followed the sounds to a closed door. Opening it there was a stairway. The music now discernible as some rap or grunge type song. The stairway was bathed in a ruddy red light. No one moved below. I thought I heard laughter at one point but couldn't tell because of the music. I started quietly down the steps. They were covered in a carpet or noise reducing material, either way, they didn't make the creaking sounds stairways sometimes do. I got to the bottom and noticed there was no open basement, but a hallway going left and right of the stairs. There was a series of closed doors, but heading right, towards the music, at the end on the hall not twelve feet away there was a partially open door. The ruddy light and the music emanated from there. As I approached I stayed against the wall, ready for anyone that might walk out. I got close enough to peer through, and my breath caught.
Peered Through the Door.
There was Sue, Benton and Graves, almost completely naked. Sue was between them. Directly behind Sue was Benton's wife Emily. She had her arms around Sue's hips, rubbing and caressing her pussy. Sue turned and kissed her, their tongues meeting. Benton and Graves each sucked on one of her tits. Emily moved one hand to caress her husband's large cock, getting harder by the second. I pulled out my phone to start recording all of this.
To the right there was a round bed with three of the female two of the female office assistants, throwing off their clothes, kissing each other and giggling. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was scared to breathe but had to. I stood back from the door for a minute to regain my composure but then resumed watching. No one even gazed at the door. All attention was on the group of doctors. They leaned her back on the round bed, the women forming a half circle around her. They began to kiss her, taking turns sucking her tits and feeling between her legs. Emily kneeled on the floor between Benton and Graves, jerking and sucking their cocks as they watched the women with Sue. They spread Sue's legs so both men and I could get a good look. Her hairy pussy was already wet. I knew she was moaning but couldn't hear over the loud music.
My emotions were in a cascade of confusion. I was boiling mad over this, being deceived, betrayed and lied to. I was also getting aroused watching Sue writhing in that pile, while two of her male colleagues were being prepared to fuck her. I assumed. My cock was hard in my pants. I held the recording phone with one hand and jerked off through my pants. Then I finally unzipped my pants and got it through my underwear into my hand. It was rock hard.
Emily stood and leaned over the bottom of the bed. The women were still around Sue. Emily reached up, grabbing one of them by the neck and pulled her down between Sue's legs. She began licking her pussy, while the other held her arms and legs spread. Sue turned and kissed her, then motioned for her to lay back, bringing her pussy into line with Sue's face, she licked the assistant's pussy, using a free hand to spread her open.
Benton then started fucking his wife Emily, while Graves fucked one of the girls nearest him. His wife was not present. I was pumping my hard cock, while tears were in my eyes. It was all I could do not to barge in and interrupt to demand answers. But I was on some level enjoying this, and I had started all of this a few years back, wanting to broaden our sexual horizons. Emily, still being fucked by Benton, took her right hand and stuck her index finger into Sue's wet pussy. Sue's head reared back, and even over the music, I heard;
"AHHHHHH!!!!
"Time to check the oil," Emily said.
She wiggled her finger back and forth in Sue, then going to two fingers, finger fucking deep into her pussy.
"Oh, Eric my love, she's ready. Fuck her as hard as you've ever fucked me."
The women shifted Sue more to the end of the bed, one each holding her legs up and back on either side. Eric Benton jerked his cock, moving into position. Emily looked at him, smiling, licking her lips, an almost primal ferocity in her eyes. The other four women laughed and cheered. Graves was still thrusting into a woman bent over the other side of bed. Benton smacked his large stiff cock on Sue's pussy. She yelped with pleasure.
"You've gotten your official award Sue, now here's your reward." Benton said.
He slowly entered my wife's wet, excited cunt. He pushed in slowly, then waited a few seconds.
"OH FUCK!" Sue yelled.
Emily moved to her husband's left side, watching and rubbing her pussy. Benton started fucking Sue rapidly, thrusting his long thick cock in and out, in a hard almost rough rhythm. His breathing changed, got faster as he said;
"So, Sue, what would your husband say to all this? Me fucking you with my wife and this whole group? You love him too, right?"
Sue, in between loud moans replied;
"I should have told him, He'll be so pissed. And he'd have liked to watch. AHHHH, FUCK ERIC, YES!!!
"I have a bigger dick than Jay does, right, Sue? Tell me!"
"Yes, oh god, yes."
"Mark here loves his wife too."
Mark Graves smiled at Benton, still balls deep in one of the personal assistants.
"Yea, except Sandra is a prude and won't indulge."
Hearing them had me jerking off harder. Sue suddenly sat up on the bed to adjust her position, and for the briefest moment, it looked as if our eyes locked.
I knew it couldn't have been. She had no reaction. She laid back down quickly, her body still gyrating with Benton's thrusts. Emily smacked his ass saying;
"Finish her, my love. I want to see your cum all over her pussy for us."
With that, Graves pulled out of his office assistant fuck, moaned loudly, and jerked his load all up her back and on her ass. The second assistant she'd been eating out sat up, kissed her, licking her lips, then moved down her back, lapping up Graves's cum. Both turned, knelt, and sucked on Graves's cock, exchanging it, until it started losing its erection.
Sue, hearing more than watching the action, let out a loud moan and came on Benton's cock. As she writhed Benton pulled out. Emily's eyes got wide as he jerked his stiff long cock.
"FUCK YEA!!!!"
He blew his load all over Sue's hairy pussy and up on her stomach. Emily and the assistant Sue had been licking moved over Sue, licking Benton's cum off her stomach and twat. I couldn't hold it anymore either. I leaned slightly back from the door, jerking my cock. I had to remain silent as I exploded my cum all over the back of the door, almost dropping my phone I'd been recording with but able to still capture me coming to that action I just witnessed.
I took a last look, backing away from the door, and making my way back up the stairs. Discovery was the last thing I wanted. The others were catching their breath and laughing, remarking how hot it was, and they must do more meetings like this. I made my way across the dark first floor to the front door, opening it slowly. The "guard" that was there earlier was gone, his services no longer needed. The street was dark, and no one was outside. As I got back to my car and opening the door, I looked down and noticed my cock and balls still hanging out of my trousers through the fly. I jumped in the car, started it, and got out of there. Driving home with my left hand on the wheel and the other squeezing my cock and balls. Pulling and jerking, I screamed loudly;
"SUSAN YOU FUCKING WHORE I LOVE YOU!!!! FUCKING THAT BIG BLACK COCK! FUCK YEA!!!!"
My cock started to stiffen up again as I pulled into the driveway and ran for the house. I got inside, ran up the stairs to my office, and called up my phone cloud, downloading the video I'd just taken. I noticed I'd had a text come in that I'd look at later. While it was downloading I went to the bedroom, threw of my clothes and put on a pair of fleece sleep shorts. I went back to the office, pulled down my shorts and sat at the computer playing back the video. I jerked off again, zooming in watching Benton's cock fuck my wife.
"Yea, fuck her. Stretch that pussy out. My whore, your cuck."
I came in minutes, arcing it up and on to my stomach. I gathered it on my finger and ate it. A cuck's job, right? After finishing I read the text I must have gotten while at the sex house. It read;
"Jay, Charles Durall here. Are you available tomorrow late afternoon, say five o'clock for a drink and chat?"
Well, he wasted no time. I decided to send the reply next morning. It was already after ten. Sue would be home soon, then off to New York for the publisher's meetings and contract signings the rest of the week. With me joining her on Thursday. Her travel bags were at the top of the stairs. I knew I had a lot of work to do to keep track of her in the big, bad city for a few days, and I had the means to do it. I texted my friend Roger. He and his wife Ellaine were swingers and helped get us into the lifestyle. He had connections all over the country and the world with the swinger and sex club communities. I needed his help. I made sure GPS tracking was enabled on Sue's phone, and I'd put a tracker in her purse as well as an audio device. She'd earned it. If she wanted to fuck around at least I would know and maybe enjoy it. I had just shut the door to the office when from downstairs I heard the inner door from the garage into the kitchen open. I heard Sue's distinctive footsteps tapping across the floor. I kicked off my shorts, jumped in bed and turned on the TV. She walked into the bedroom a minute later. I faked a yawn.
"How was the meeting?"
"Oh, long, but productive. You know. Congratulations and accolades. What have you been up to?"
"Not a bunch. Work stuff, watching videos. That kind of stuff."
"Anything good?"
"Good and bad I guess."
Sue undressed and went into the bathroom. I expected to hear the shower but only the sink ran for a few minutes. She joined me wearing her short night tee shirt and nothing else. She got in close, kissing me long and hard. She smelled fresh, obviously she showered at the meeting sex house.
"I'm going to miss you the next couple days. Get to me on Thursday as quick as you can, alright?"
"I will. You watch your back up there. The city can be mesmerizing but dangerous too."
"Oh, I'll have a personal assistant shadow with me a lot. She lives there, No worries."
"Regardless, you keep in touch with me. When do you leave for the airport?"
"Five AM dear god."
She turned the lamp off and snuggled down next to me. Soon she was asleep. I lay there, staring at her for a long time, watching her. Okay, I thought, one for your side dear, but in the city I'll have my justice for being kept in the dark. I finally fell asleep. Her phone alarm went off at 4 am. She got up, showered, dressed and kissed me goodbye. I told her I'd see her Thursday and talk to her before then. As she left I got up to get to work. There were plans to make and plans to put in motion. Plus, a very important meeting that I hoped would change our fortunes.
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