Even though we were only 3 hours away it felt like we were on this island of hell. After the third or fourth blow out I couldn’t take it anymore. I ...old her to spend the next couple of days by herself and I was gonna go home early. She gladly agreed and we thought it best we take some space. I fucking hated her sometimes. On the drive back to the house I thought about letting my daughter know I was coming home early but then another part of me wanted to know if I was gonna catch her breaking. But I think it was the last dance that did me in." Last dance?" I asked."Yes, at each retreat we have what is called the last dance. It is always held on the closing night. Usually, during the retreat, we pretty much avoid situations where close personal contact would take place... like dancing. We play sports and do other things for recreation, or sit around and talk, just taking it easy. But the last night we have the last dance. There is a code of sorts. Half the room is set up with green. Meagan – my wife – looked at me with big blue eyes full of apology and shuffled off the bed to get dressed. Fuck. I didnt even notice Meagan leaving. The painful strain of my cock was overwhelming I needed relief fast. I left our bedroom and walked out to the hallway where I left my laptop (my hand wasnt the same as my wifes cunt, but itll do), when I finally noticed Hailee. She was walking out of the guest bathroom in nothing but a towel. I could see her slender white shoulders sprinkled. Know doubt if she did, she would most defiantly be promoted to VP of operations. 7 figure Salary would follow. Finally the big week where the CEO of the french company was arriving to visit the facility. My wife spent the hole week with CEO Mr. Malvide. Bye the end of week Monsieur Malvide wanted to get to know the city and its night life,and had asked if my wife could to show him around town. With the worry to disappoint him my wife had agreed on one night out. Later that evening my wife.