During the following week, we went on with our usual lives, until on Wednesday, the director of our department told us that our company was going to take part in a publishing fair that would take place in the capital. It was necessary to travel there to prepare all the details of our participation, and, as Mary was the one who had sold the most in the last few years, the director had thought that she would be the one on our company's stand.

He told Mary that they would arrange for her to travel on Friday morning, work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and return on Sunday afternoon. During those days, she would talk to the organising association and check the location and preparation of the stand, possible contacts, material, etc. Of course, the company would cover the travel and accommodation expenses, as well as additional subsistence allowances.

That evening, when we returned home, we talked about the trip while preparing dinner.

I said to her, "Well, the travel thing, I think will be an interesting experience for you, and also professionally it's good. Not only because the director sends you for being the best seller, but also because you can make more professional contacts."

"Yes, of course, although it will be a bit tiresome. It'll be long hours talking to potential clients."

"Yes. Well, I'm sure you can ask our boss for a day off afterwards as compensation."

"I'll ask him. For now, this week will be about preparing for our participation. I'll see what the pavilion is like, how much room we'll have for the stand, etc. The pity is that I won't be here this weekend with you. And, now that I think about it, we won't be able to meet Matthew. And that also means you won't get your weekly release."

"That's what I was thinking. It's going to be two weeks without an orgasm, and what's worse, having a body as gorgeous as yours next to me," I said, grabbing her ass with my hand, which caused her to drop the potato she was peeling as she tried to pull away laughing. "I don't know how I could resist," I continued.

"I don't think you have any choice. Matthew has the key," Mary said mockingly.

"We should contact him to let him know we won't be seeing him this Friday. And we can also ask him if he can give us the code for the box that has the emergency key. It's certainly an 'emergency' for me."

"I don't think you'll convince him. An emergency is supposed to be an injury or a medical emergency. But we can try."

That same night, we sent a message to Matthew via the app telling him that, for work reasons, Mary had to travel to the capital and would not be there on Friday, so we were cancelling the appointment.

Matthew replied that he was sorry he couldn't see Mary, but of course work had priority.

Mary asked him if he could give us the code to the box with the emergency key, but Matthew, as Mary expected, said no. He argued that he wouldn't see Mary either and would have to wait two weeks, and, besides, if he gave us the code, we could use the key at any time, and the agreement was supposed to be to have a release only on Fridays when we met.

That night, lying spooned up next to Mary, hugging her warm, soft body, I began to think that I wouldn't be able to make love to her for another two Fridays, and I began to get excited thinking about it, worrying that I wouldn't be able to cum inside Mary's wet vagina and release my tension and my desire. I began to caress her gently, rubbing her shoulders and inhaling the scent of her skin. Slowly, I became aroused until my cock was hard and tight against the bars of my cock cage. Without realising it, I began to move my hips, rubbing my caged member against her buttocks and fondling her breasts.

Mary turned, caressed my face, and said, "Poor Charley, you're going to get desperate. You'd better stop. The more you get excited, the worse it will get. You'll have to wait until next Friday."

I, after letting out a groan of despair, replied, "You're right, but your body is too exciting for me. I'll try to sleep." I turned to the other side of the bed to avoid being aroused by her body and tried to sleep.

Friday morning, I drove her to the airport before heading to work.

Mid-morning, I received a call from Mary: "Hi Charley. I've been contacted by Matthew. He says that the captain of his swim team is in the capital today to prepare for a competition in a few weeks and that he asked if Matthew knows any women to meet up with. "

I replied, "Hi Mary. Wait a minute, I'm moving."

I went to the coffee room to talk in greater privacy. There I replied, "Now we can talk quietly about these matters without James or Michel hearing me from the next tables."

Mary continued, "It seems that the captain was asking about a friend as well as a prostitute. Matthew told me that, when I told him about fantasies to explain why we contacted him, in addition to the fantasy of seeing a stranger, I told him about the fantasy of playing a prostitute. I'm thinking that it could be an opportunity. Just like when we met in a hotel and pretended we were two strangers, it wasn't totally satisfying because I knew it was you. When I played prostitute with you, it was the same. In both cases, I enjoyed our encounters, but really, until I fucked Matthew, I didn't know what it was like to be with a man other than you."

"So you're thinking of meeting this man by pretending to be a prostitute?"

"I'm hesitating, but yes. My crazy 'Molly side' tells me that it might be an opportunity to realise the other fantasy I had. I'm in a city where no one knows me, and I might meet a totally unknown man who might think I'm a prostitute, but at the same time is known to Matthew, so that gives some security. Plus, he's the team captain; I don't think he's crazy. Matthew has also told me that, like himself, they are given medical checks, including checking for the absence of sexually transmitted diseases, so in that sense, it is also safe."

"But it could be dangerous."

"I don't think so, but in any case, like the first time I met Matthew, I can keep my mobile active. I can even activate the camera with the dating app so that both Matthew and you can see what's going on. If there's any problem, even if we're in different cities, you can call the hotel reception and report an assault."

"I don't know; I don't see it at all clearly."

"But do you think it's wrong because of jealousy, because I might have sex with another man? You know it would be like the relationship with Matthew—just sex, something physical, sort of gymnastic. Something Molly does, not Mary. Like fantasising while I masturbate with a vibrator, but more real. And, of course, just this one time. You know I love no one more than you. And madly. This would also be part of our games. And if I have the camera activated, in addition to the security it provides, it would be a way to share a fantasy with you. More real and exciting than telling you about it. Of course, if you don't agree, I won't go through with it."

"Well, all right, I trust your judgement. I love you too much to say no. And besides, I've already found that our meetings with Matthew haven't affected our relationship. It's a game we both share."

"Thank you. I love you. You're fantastic. Don't worry. I'll ask Matthew for more information to see if this captain is reliable.

But the more I think about it, the more I'm tempted. I'll disguise myself as Molly, as usual. I think the contact lenses are in a little box in my bag, and I can buy the washable dye from a shop. I haven't brought any clothes that I can wear as a prostitute, but I can buy some. Besides, I'll tell Matthew to tell him I'm an 'escort', which always implies more status and respect than a 'street' prostitute."

"You'll let me know how it goes, okay? I love you."

"Yeah, don't worry. I love you."

After hanging up, I thought to myself: Was it normal for a husband to accept his wife having sex with another man? We had managed to separate our encounters with Matthew from our personal relationship, but sometimes I couldn't help but think about it again.

The truth is that since we had started with our games and fantasies, our relationship had been rekindled, and the 'spark' that seemed almost extinguished was as strong as during our courtship. On the other hand, married couples sometimes had threesomes or went to swingers' clubs, and there were no problems. One or both of the partners had sex with another person, and it didn't have to be more than a game that could even strengthen the couple, unless there were already problems between them.

More or less calmed down after some thinking, I focused on work for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon, just before the end of the working day, I received a message from Mary telling me that she had exchanged more messages with Matthew. The team captain's name was Thomas; like Matthew, he had another job since the swim team didn't make enough money to live on. In his case, he was a freelance software programmer after having studied for a degree at a university. He was not married and was apparently even a bit shy.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the usual image of a computer-focused nerd who is shy around women. I thought he didn't seem dangerous.

Mary told me she was meeting him at 9 p.m. in his hotel room. She would connect with Matthew and me via the app just before she went in.

At five minutes to 9:00, I opened the computer, and with Mary's account, I connected to the app. Immediately, Mary called, with the video camera activated. She was in the corridor of a hotel. She was dressed as Molly: green eyes, red hair, a different make-up than usual, a bit more intense. She was wearing an elegant black dress with a generous neckline that showed the curve of her breasts. The dress fitted her feminine hips and came down to her mid-thighs. You could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because, in addition to the depth of the neckline, which would have shown her bra, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Black stockings and elegant high-heeled shoes completed her outfit.

"I'm so nervous," she said. "I don't know if I've done it right."

"If you want to, leave it. You don't have to."

"I know it's crazy, but I'm attracted to doing it. You know Molly is my daring and uninhibited side. Well, like when the sea is cold, it's best to just jump right in. I'm going to join Matthew and go in. Although I don't think it's necessary, I've sent you the hotel details in case there's a problem."

"OK. Enjoy your adventure."

Shortly, Matthew appeared on the screen and greeted, "Hi, Molly, hi Buck."

"Hi," we both replied.

Mary said, "I'm going to mute the speakerphone so Thomas can't hear anything and find out I have a video call active. You won't hear what either of you say. Now I'll put it in my handbag, and as soon as I can, I'll put it in a place where you can see into the room so you can keep an eye on it."

She put the mobile in the handbag, and the screen showed only black blotches. There was a knock on the door, and a voice asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Molly," Mary replied.

The door opened, and a deep voice said, "Hi, it's Thomas. Come on in, Molly."

I heard Mary's voice, somewhere between surprised and hesitant, say, "You're Thomas? From the swim team, where is Matthew?"

"Yes, the same one."

I asked Matthew, "Matthew, what's wrong? What does Thomas look like? Molly looks surprised."

Matthew replied with a laugh, "Now you'll see."

I asked, "But is he dangerous? Is there a problem?"

"No, not at all. In fact, Molly is going to have a great time with him. You'll see when the camera goes live," Matthew replied. "She'll have a really great time," he emphasised.

Mary was heard talking to Thomas about paying in advance, then her hand was seen to take the wallet into the handbag, put it back, and place the handbag on some surface. She unzipped the clasp and placed the mobile phone so that the outside could be seen through the opening of the handbag. From the picture, the bag must have been on some chair at the side of the bed and showed most of the room, as well as the doorway to the bedroom and the bathroom.

As Mary moved away from the bag and out of the foreground, I could see more and more of the room, and suddenly I saw Thomas. I understood Mary's surprise. I think that, for both of us, the description of 'a shy, programmer university student' had unconsciously brought to mind the image of a thin, pale, bespectacled young man, the stereotype of a 'nerd' or 'geek'.

Thomas was huge; he must have been more than six feet tall, with a back even wider than Matthew's, thick arms, very short black curly hair, a smiling face, a strong jaw, a flat nose, black eyes, and very black skin.

He was wearing jeans and a white shirt, which showed off his muscular body.

I heard Matthew laugh as he imagined my surprise at seeing Thomas. Then he commented, "No one asked me for a physical description of Thomas. As you can see, he's the team's captain for a reason. He can swim longer and faster than any of us. And on the other hand, I can assure you that his ENTIRE body is proportional. In the showers, we always make jokes about the size of his cock. Sometimes we jokingly call him 'the tripod'. In his case, the myth about the large size of black men's cocks is more than true.

I could see the figures of the two of them, and, in front of him, Mary looked small. I didn't know if she would want to continue. I imagined his big black cock penetrating her vagina and thought it would not be pleasant for her.

Since her cell phone had the speakers turned off, I knew she couldn't hear me, but it occurred to me that if I sent her a message, the vibration would get her attention.

Using the dating app, I sent her a message: 'Molly, you don't have to keep going if you don't want to. Thomas is very big, and Matthew told me that his cock is huge; tell him you are sick or that an emergency has arisen'.

The phone vibrated, but she didn't seem to hear it, or maybe she was ignoring it. When she didn't answer, I sent it several times until I saw her turn her head back to her handbag and pick up the phone.

She replied with another message: 'Don't worry, it's OK. I imagine his cock is huge, but I'll go slowly. Not knowing what the client will be like makes the role of a prostitute more real. And Molly wants to try what it feels like to fuck a black person with a huge cock—an unexpected but interesting experience. Also, Thomas seems to be shy and a good person. Relax. Kisses.'

She put her mobile back in her bag so that it was not visible from the outside but could still transmit the video of the room again. She turned to where Thomas was and said, 'That was a colleague sending me a message. We do this to confirm that there are no problems with a client."

"Yes, that's reasonable; there can be dangerous people out there," Thomas replied.

"Well, and now I'm going to make you enjoy this whole night you've paid for."

Mary walked seductively towards Thomas, her steps slow and her hips swaying. She rested her hands on his chest and began to caress him, sliding her hands up and down his muscular torso.

"I can tell you train hard, tiger. You've got muscles as hard as steel."

"Yes, we train a lot. Swimming is a very demanding sport. It makes up for the time I spend sitting in front of the computer working. And it also helps me to release tension."

"I assure you that tonight I will make you release all the accumulated tension," Mary replied seductively.

She threw her arms around his neck and tilted his head towards her. She lifted her own and kissed his lips with intensity. He, who up to this point had had his arms slumped across his body, wrapped his arms around her and began to caress Mary's back and ass with growing ardour.

They continued to kiss with increasing passion as Mary slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and he grabbed her ass with both hands and fondled it.

Pulling the shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, Mary removed his shirt. Then she unbuttoned his trousers and bent down to take them off him, removing his shoes and socks at the same time.

Kneeling before him, Mary began to pull down his shorts, saying, "Let's see what treasure you're hiding here."

When his cock appeared, partially erect, I could see that it was indeed huge, just as Matthew had said. Much bigger than Matthew's or mine, like those cocks you see in porn movies that you think aren't real. Like Matthew, he was also fully shaved.

Upon seeing Thomas' cock, Mary exclaimed, "Wow, you have the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life, and I've seen a lot of them. You sure make every woman you fuck very satisfied."

Mary looked at the cock with a mixture of admiration, curiosity, and, I think, some fear, thinking that this cock was going to penetrate her. Grabbing his cock in her hand, she began to lick it all the way up and down, as if it were an ice-cream popsicle. When it was fully erect, she began to suck the tip and then started to take it into her mouth.

Her lips were fully distended around the thick shaft, and she was able to insert only part of the rod. Much of it was left out. Even Mary's newly learned ability to swallow a cock whole all the way down her throat was not enough to get any more of Thomas's cock inside her. It was too thick to fit down her throat.

Mary kept bobbing her head up and down, taking in as much of Thomas's cock as she could, while with both hands (yes, Thomas's cock was big enough to have two hands around and a large part of it in her mouth), she masturbated him, running her hands up and down the shaft already lubricated with saliva.

Thomas had his eyes closed and had rested his hands gently on Mary's head, caressing it.

After a few minutes, Mary stood up and said, "You'll want to see the body you paid for, won't you?"

"Yes, I certainly do. From what I can see, you have a beautiful body."

Mary unzipped her back zip and slowly let the dress fall down, leaving her in just her panties, stockings, and shoes. I looked at her and couldn't help but think that Mary had a beautiful body, and I was very lucky to have her as a wife.

She then took off the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked. As she undressed, Thomas fondled her, especially her breasts. It was a great contrast to see his big, dark hands cupping and fondling Mary's white breasts.

When she finished undressing, Mary went back to her knees and continued to suck his cock, her fleshy lips again stretching around his shaft. He again closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the pleasure Mary's mouth was giving him. After a few minutes, he began to shakily move his hips, opened his eyes, looked at Mary, and said, "I'm going to cum. I want to cum on your breasts."

She withdrew her mouth from his cock and, aiming at her breasts, ran her hands up and down the length of his cock a few more times. Then a thick white stream of semen shot out of the tip of his cock and crashed against Mary's breast; after the first stream, another, and another, and another followed without seeming to slow down the flow. Both of Mary's breasts were already covered in a slimy white coating.

Finally, the cum stopped coming out. It seemed impossible to me that all that cum could have come from one person.

He brought one of his big index fingers to her breast, scooped up his semen with his finger, and brought it to her lips. She understood what he expected and licked and sucked on the finger, swallowing the semen that soaked into it. He repeated the operation several times, scooping up the semen he had expelled with his finger and bringing it to Mary's lips for her to suck his finger and swallow the semen.

When she sucked the finger, given the size of the index finger, proportionate to Thomas's body, it looked like she was sucking a small black cock.

I was, by then, totally aroused. The whole scene had been like a porn movie, and my body had sent a huge amount of blood to my cock that made it try to swell, only to be repressed by the rigid hardness of the cock cage. My testicles ached as they were being stretched by the ring around them, and my cock struggled against the bars that enclosed it.

As on other occasions, I had unconsciously brought my hand to the cock cage and moved it in an attempt to soothe the discomfort and, at the same time, to masturbate, although I knew it was totally useless and that I would not be able to reach orgasm.

I thought I heard a gasp and a moan coming from Matthew. I asked, "Matthew?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice cracking.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes... I have to wait until next Friday to be with Molly, but no one is saying I can't masturbate watching this fantastic show. We've agreed that I can't be with another woman, not that I can't have an orgasm.... That's just for you... Poor Buck, you're going to go two whole weeks without cumming... I'd go crazy... Urg... Arg... I'm cumming!"

Matthew reached orgasm, and I was left more aroused than before, thinking that everyone would have multiple orgasms tonight and that I was the only one excluded from that pleasure.

In the bedroom, when he had already withdrawn all the semen, Thomas said to Mary, "Let's go to bed."

They lay down on the bed and started caressing each other. From where the phone was placed, you could see Mary's smooth back and one of Thomas' dark hands sliding up and down her back and ass.

Thomas' other hand was enjoying the soft touch of Mary's breasts.

After a while, Thomas gently pushed Mary until she was on her back and positioned himself between her legs. He moved his head to her crotch and began to lick and suck on her sex, while his hands, gripping her thighs, held Mary's legs wide open. Like all of him, his tongue was very large and slowly flicked across Mary's labia and clitoris. Before long, her arousal grew, and she began to pant.

He put his strong hands under her buttocks and lifted her body up towards his head. Thomas began to thrust his tongue in and out of her vagina like a cock, occasionally fiddling with her clitoris.

Pleasure overpowered Mary, and she began to moan and mumble, "Yes,.... humm... Please, keep going... like this... don't stop... humm.... It's delicious... Yes... yes... yes... arggg..."

And with one last scream, she arched her back, closed her eyes, and reached a powerful orgasm.

Thomas moved to place his huge cock between Mary’s labia, pushed her legs until they were on his shoulders, almost bending her in two, and began very slowly to penetrate her. Although she had produced much lubrication thanks to his tongue, penetration was difficult due to his large size. Her lips stretched to the maximum to allow the entry of his shaft.

When the glans of his member entered her vagina, she gave a moan and said, "Slowly tiger, you have a huge cock, and I’m not used to it."

He continued to introduce his cock slowly into her vagina, advancing a few centimetres and withdrawing each time, so that her body adapted.

Mary must have been feeling some very intense stimuli, her hands clutching the sheet, and she kept groaning, sometimes in pain and sometimes with a tone of pleasure.

I saw myself powerless to participate or intervene in any way as that huge black cylinder gradually entered Mary’s sex. Gradually, the moans of her each time took on a greater tone of pleasure, until when he, with a last thrust, introduced what was left of his cock into her vagina, she emitted a strong moan and clearly had an immense orgasm.

Thomas withdrew his cock almost completely, leaving only the glans inside Mary's body, and slowly but steadily pushed it back into her vagina.

Seeing the full length of that shaft being inserted bit by bit, it seemed impossible that a female vagina could accept it all the way inside her, but he certainly penetrated her until their pubes were touching and the impact of the two of them stimulating Mary's clitoris.

Thomas continued to fuck Mary with increasing force and speed. That huge cock working its way between Mary's inner walls produced orgasm after orgasm for her, until she could barely move and her moans of pleasure dwindled, and she was only able to emit a muffled gurgle with each new orgasm.

Seeing the image of that huge black body ramming powerfully into Mary's pale body, making her whole body move every time he pushed all the way in, causing her breasts to sway, I couldn't help but think of a speeding freight train ramming into a small white car. Thomas wasn't rough, but his size, his strength, and surely his desire and arousal made him ram into Mary's body with enormous momentum.

Finally, Thomas gave one last, harder thrust, penetrated her all the way in (surely pushing all the way to the entrance of her cervix), went rigid, and his testicles began to shoot streams of semen into the deepest part of Mary's vagina.

Thomas remained for a while, enjoying the pleasure of Mary's warm body, and then withdrew, pulling his cock out and laying down beside her. As he withdrew, between Mary's vaginal lips, a steady trickle of the semen with which Thomas had completely filled Mary's insides began to drip out.

I looked on enviously, my cock aching and compressed, at the pleasure they had both enjoyed. I wondered if, after the pleasure that Thomas's huge cock seemed to have given her, my cock or Matthew's would ever be enough stimulation for Mary again.

I had just forgotten about Matthew, who, at that moment, said, as if thinking what I was thinking, "I hope Matthew's cock hasn't ruined Molly's pussy and we can no longer fuck her and enjoy that silky, tight channel. I'd seen Thomas have a big cock in the showers, but I'd never seen it erect; it's even bigger than I could have imagined. That said, the show was fantastic—better than any porn video. I masturbated and came again."

I didn't answer him and kept looking at the room on the screen. I didn't know if they would fall asleep yet, but I didn't want to switch off as long as I could see what was going on. They lay there cuddling for about 20 minutes, and I thought they would fall asleep, but Thomas started fondling Mary and soon after guided her to straddle him. She seemed to understand what he wanted and also seemed to want to continue fucking him.

She kissed him ardently, pressing his head against her head with her hands, while he caressed her ass with his big hands.

She moved down his body, kissing and nibbling his nipples, and then, rising up on her knees with her hand, she guided his cock, erect again, to the entrance of her vagina. Given the length of his cock, she had to get on her knees, as high as possible, in order to position his cock.

Then she started to descend slowly, impaling herself on that gigantic shaft. She rested her hands on his chest to balance herself and control the descent. Again, I could see that thick cock fully dilate Mary's vaginal lips, and probably the inside of her vagina, as she slowly descended.

When she had half of the cock inside her, she stopped, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. I'm sure a strong orgasm rippled through her.

He continued to descend as Thomas's big, dark hands contrasted with the whiteness of her breasts, which he fondled with delight.

She began to ride him with relish, stopping from time to time as she reached a new climax. Thomas's hands, after playing with her breasts for a while, moved to her hips to set the pace and depth.

He moved her until only the tip of his cock was in her vagina and lowered it until it was fully impaled on his long cock. He picked up the pace, moving her with ease, as if she weighed nothing, until, with a cry, he left her pressed against his body, and he came again.

For the third time that night, I could see, oozing from the gap between her lips and his cock, the large amount of semen that Thomas's thick testicles had produced.

She dropped, seemingly exhausted and spent, on top of him. Her soft breasts rested against his muscular torso. He too looked tired and relaxed, and he dropped the hands he still had on her hips.

She let herself slip and lay down beside him. Before long, he was asleep, breathing noisily.

Then Mary reached for her bag, mouthed 'I love you' and turned off the lights in the room and the mobile phone.

Then Matthew spoke again: "It was spectacular again. I think I'll be masturbating a lot this week thinking about it. And I'm thinking about when I'll be able to fuck Molly again. I hope your cock doesn't explode from remembering all this. I don't know how you can stand going two weeks without coming, and on top of that, thinking that, by the time you can fuck Molly again, two different people will have fucked her and cum inside her several times each. Well, see you Friday."

After Matthew cut off, I closed the communication as well. I thought about his words. Indeed, by the time I could make love to Mary, she would have come many times and fucked two different men.

Thinking about it made me want her even more, and my cock fought desperately with it’s unyielding prison. It took me a long time to fall asleep thinking about it all.

As it happened to me other times, when I could not make love to her, I regretted our game of chastity, but then, when I could finally hold her in my arms and cum in her warm and soft interior, the feeling of reunion, of finally getting what I had longed for, was something indescribable and compensated for the suffering.

The next day, I waited impatiently for Mary to call me. I didn't know when she would wake up or when I would be free to talk.

Finally, Mary called me mid-morning.

"Hello, Charley, how are you?

"Fine, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Yes, but totally exhausted. This morning, Thomas fucked me twice more. Once doggy style and the other time missionary style. My vagina and pubis are sore."

"But did he hurt you?"

"A little bit. It was like when you eat a lot at a party. On the one hand, you enjoy eating rich and strong food, but then you feel a bit stuffed. It was very, very intense. When he penetrated me, I felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth; it was so long. And very thick. I could feel how it opened up and stretched my vagina. But I can say that I have totally satisfied the fantasy of being a prostitute, and I have also tried two things that I had not thought of. Feeling a huge cock inside me and making love with a black person."

"Well, if you're satisfied, I'm happy for you. When are you coming back?"

"Remember, I have a flight tomorrow at noon. I'm looking forward to seeing you and sleeping with you."

"Just sleep?" I said it jokingly.

"You know I'd like more than sleeping, but you've got your little cage on, so you'll have to wait until next Friday. Anyway, I think in a week I'd rather not have anything inside or even near my vagina until I recover from tonight."

"You know I say that as a joke. I love to just cuddle with you, feeling your warmth and softness. Well, don't work too hard. I hope the preparations for our company's participation in the fair are going well."

"Yes, it's progressing better than expected."

"See you tomorrow afternoon. Send me the flight details so I can come and pick you up."

"OK. I'll be glad to see you as soon as possible. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

That night, like the night before, I couldn't sleep too well. Friday night, I was awakened by the erotic images of Mary fucking Thomas, and Saturday night, by the empty bed and missing the feel of Mary's body next to me.

When I picked her up early Sunday afternoon, we hugged as if it had been a long time since we had seen each other and spent the whole afternoon sitting in the living room, cuddling, drinking tea, and just chatting.

To be continued. Chapter 12. More new skills