Retreat

Addie was a certified star in the advertising world. She was aggressive in signing up clients and in promoting their products or causes. Her creativity was superb. She was the youngest person ever made a partner in her firm and had reached the point where she could select her accounts.

She was also the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the business. “On scale of ten,” one of her competitors had been known to say, “you need a new scale to rate Addie.”

But on this Monday morning, she sat silent and immobile at her desk, gazing into a void. She had caught her husband, Jeff, cheating again. He had promised over and over not to stray. His shows of contrition often included tears, sobs of penitence. But each time it had turned out to be a promise he could not keep. He said he couldn’t help himself. After all, he was just a man. She said, “Bullshit.”

She admitted to herself, though, that she still loved the lying sack of shit. He was a brilliant novelist, a critical success and commercial juggernaut. He was witty, charming, dangerously handsome. He was a good father. At times even a good husband. And when he coveted her rather than another woman, he was a fantastic fuck.

This time, though, might be the straw. She weighed her options, then picked up her phone and called Adam. Adam owned a small but highly profitable PR agency. They had worked together on several projects, including some pro bono charity campaigns that exceeded the nonprofits’ expectations. Adam also had made it perfectly clear that he was madly in love with her and couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave “that scum bucket husband of yours” for him.

“Hey, Addie. Do you know what seeing your name on my caller ID does to me on a Monday morning?”

“And you answered anyway?” she laughed.

“While shaking in anticipation all over,” he said. “But I imagine this is a business call, not the one I’ve been waiting for these many years.”

“On the contrary, dear sir, I have a proposition for you. This weekend. You and me. You make the arrangements.”

“Holy shit. Really?”

“Really. It’s time we took this relationship on the road for a test drive.”

“Outstanding. I’ll get right on it.”

Addie decided she would tell Jeff her decision that night, after dinner when the kids were in their rooms, hopefully doing homework or reading a book rather than destroying brain cells on social media. She had given him too many free passes. It was time for some payback.

He was in the den, watching a baseball game on TV when she came downstairs wearing his favorite nightie, a teddy that was transparent enough to show her nipples and pubic hair. Jeff was stunned, knowing how pissed she was at him. Addie grabbed the remote, switched off the TV and sat next to him on the sofa.

“I’m going to tell you something. You can’t do or say anything to change my mind, so don’t even try. After I tell you what I’ve decided, what I’m going to do, I want you to lay me down right here on the couch and fuck me. Okay?”

“Yes, yes. Of course.”

“Okay, then. Friday after school, I’m going to take the kids to my parents’ house. I’ll pick them up Sunday afternoon or evening. I’m going to go away for the weekend. I’m going to consider where we are in our marriage, how I’ve been religiously true to you and you’ve been serially unfaithful to me. And when I get back Sunday, I’ll tell you whether I’m willing to try again to work it out or whether I’ll file for divorce Monday morning.”

“Addie, I…”

“No, Jeff. No. I told you can’t say anything to make me change my mind, so just don’t say anything at all. Just fuck me now. Make it good. It might be the last time.”

X X X

Addie met Adam Friday afternoon at the commuter parking lot halfway between their homes. She would leave her car there. He had not yet told her where they were going, but he had told her to bring her golf clubs. She was a two-time past women’s champion at the country club and had played on her college women’s team. They transferred her sticks and suitcase to his SUV. They arrived at the luxury golf and tennis resort two hours later.

Adam had booked a small suite — sitting room, kitchenette, bedroom, bathroom with shower stall and spa tub. Private balcony. Addie didn’t flinch when she saw the one king-size bed. She not only knew what lay ahead, of course, but highly anticipated it. She had, indeed, been faithful to Jeff for many years. It was time for her to get some extra-marital jollies of her own.

They changed clothes for dinner, and she casually stripped down to show him the skimpy black bra and panties he would take off her later. At thirty-eight, Addie boasted the face and body of a much younger woman. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist slim, her hips round and narrow, her legs long and thin. She turned heads wherever she went, no matter what she was wearing. The classic little black dress she donned for dinner that night accentuated all the positives.

They had a delicious, relaxed dinner and lingered over coffee afterward. They chatted easily. Two long-time friends and associates, accomplished professionals confident in their relationship. They went to the lounge for a nightcap. A rock band was playing. When they danced for the second time to a slow song, she didn’t just allow but encouraged him to grab her ass, pull her to him, crushing her tits against his chest, his hardening cock against her belly.

They hustled to the elevators and rode impatiently to their floor. Adam, normally as cool as cool can be, fumbled with the key card. Addie giggled, took it from him and deftly unlocked the door to the suite. Adam recovered his dexterity and had Addie’s dress off and tossed aside by the time they crossed the sitting room to the bedroom door. She attacked his shirt and slacks while he stood by the bed, running his hands over her bare flesh. He unsnapped her bra. She pushed down her panties and stepped out of them, then yanked Adam’s boxers to the floor.

His cock sprang to attention before her. She ran her fingers along the shaft, over the tip. She cupped his balls in her other hand. He moaned. She was even more luscious in the buff than he had imagined. Her tits were full with large brown nipples. Her skin was soft to his touch, smooth all over. She had a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair above her shaved pussy. He was a poor dreamer for never having imagined how beautiful, how sexy she truly was.

Addie wrapped her lips around the tip of Adam’s dick and slowly eased his shaft into her mouth. He clasped his hands to the sides of her head, riding her back and forth as she sucked his cock deep, released it to her lips, then went deep again. He wanted to close his eyes and ears and put all his concentration into the nerves of his rod, but he didn’t want to miss the sight of his dick sliding in and out between her lovely lips.

After too short of a time, he felt he couldn’t go on much longer. He pulled back, helped Addie rise and fall back on the bed. She spread her legs. He crawled between her knees and licked and kissed up her left thigh to her belly and down her right thigh. He gradually closed in on her wet pussy. She jerked involuntarily when his lips touched her labia, his tongue grazed her clit. He licked her pussy tenderly, wedged his tongue into her snatch, ran his fingers up her sides and over her rounded tits. She wiggled and giggled in delight.

She had been so monogamous for so long that just the touch of another man’s fingers on her skin sent bolts of lightning up her spine. To have an adoring man’s face buried in her crotch, his tongue probing her snatch, raised the voltage to ecstatic levels. She wanted even more.

Addie slithered up the bed, and Adam followed her. He climbed on top of her, his dick poised at the entrance to her cunt. She raised her hips, searching for his rod. He rammed it into her, hard and deep. She gasped. She clutched his shoulders and yanked him down on top of her.

“Fuck me, Adam. Fuck me,” she squealed.

He pounded into her. She pushed back, driving his cock deep inside, crushing her clit against his pelvis. They romped on the bed rhythmically, kissing, laughing, digging fingers into each other’s skin. Their breathing hit a frantic pace. Their muscles tensed. This is how it’s supposed to be, she thought. This is how it used to be all the time.

Her sex life flashed before her. The boys, the occasional girl. The men, the many men before Jeff. And then him. Empowering her intellectually, fulfilling her sexually. Cheating on her repeatedly. But now Adam. Adam drilling into her soul. Adam kissing her feverishly. Adam whispering in her ear, “God, I love you Addie. You’re my dream.”

“Fuck me, Adam,” she repeated. “Fuck me hard.”

Addie came just seconds before he fired buckets of cum into her pussy.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight, keeping his semi-hard dick in her cunt as long as she could. When he finally slipped out, she issued a small cry of despair. Then she rolled them over and kissed down his frame until she had his cum- and cunt-juice-covered cock in her mouth again. He began to stiffen right away. She popped her lips on his glans, looked up at his contorted face, and said, “I’m very sorry, mister, but you’re just going to have to do that again.”

Addie sat on top of him and buried his dick in her pussy. She rode her bucking bronco over hill and dale, field and stream. When he came, she did indeed feel like she had been fucked by a prize quarter horse retired to stud. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

She awoke several hours later to find Adam between her legs, fucking her for a third time that night. She lay back with a huge smile on her face and waited for him to fill her up with spunk again.

X X X

Jeff sat a long time at the desk in his home office that Friday night, trying in vain to make his computer screen fill with words that somehow might become a readable saga. All in vain. He gave up about midnight, went upstairs to their bedroom, turned on some porn and jerked off while wondering where his lovely wife was and what she was doing.