Peggy had been smart about what she was going to do this time. She hadn’t made any plans that anyone could possibly know about. Harold, the man she’d met in Orlando, worked there in his company’s regional center and contact with him had been something she would have done naturally in the course of arranging the training. They’d only met a few times while conducting their portions of the business relationships between their two firms. All but one of those had been before the trouble with Ann and Kyle even happened. She’d called him from a pay phone just a couple of times after the training had been scheduled…just often enough to give Harold a hint she wanted to get together with him when she came down.
She thought calling Harold from the plane was a masterful stroke. It had worked. Harold arrived at the airport practically panting with eagerness. The cost of the call, of course, was charged to the credit card Kyle didn’t know about. She’d arranged for that after he’d told her so hatefully that he would see any charges she made to the couple’s credit cards. She smiled to herself again. Face it. She was good! She had everything covered this time. She almost laughed out loud. Damn, she was really going to have to watch it.
It had felt so wonderful. Harold wasn’t much of a lover, not nearly as good as Kyle in fact, and he didn’t have Kyle’s stamina…but that was okay. It had been soooo excitingly nasty just taking his dick in her mouth and making him cum. She hadn’t done that with Kyle since…well, she didn’t need to think of that anymore. The accounts were balanced on that little thing now. She could enjoy Kyle’s cock in her mouth again.
Naughty. God, she’d felt so naughty all week long. Her blood had raced in her veins. She hadn’t felt so alert and bright…so alive in years. Goodness, there were so many times in the last week she would treasure…such as the excitement she’d felt all day long in the seminars, watching the men and women around her and wondering how many were enjoying a little secret sex like she was.
Just seeing Harold every so often during the day was a little added spice. There was the thrill of tossing him kisses across the room when no one was looking and the anticipation of not-so-casual touches when they met for lunch. She giggled at the memory of the astonished, delighted look in his eyes in the nightclub when he saw she hadn’t worn any panties. Those were wonderful little memories she could hold to herself and enjoy when she was alone.
All that was in addition to some moderately satisfactory sex back in her hotel room too. She let a small gurgle of laughter escape her lips. The driver smiled at her again. Peggy grinned back this time.
She remembered Thursday night. Mmmmmmm…Thursday night was a special memory. Harold had coaxed her out on the balcony and both of them had been naked as the day they were born. It had made her feel deliciously wicked. Harold had bent her over the railing, her tits dangling off into space while he fucked her from behind. She’d gotten off really hard that time. It had been one of the few times Harold actually made her orgasm with fireworks and bombshells and stuff. Kyle usually managed that once or twice every time they had sex. Harold had a problem with patience…yeah, that and stamina.