Well unfortunately Christmas break came to a close without any more incidents. Easter break came very soon. I made my way over to his parents as soo... as I could. He seemed in a stand offish mood. As though he had enough emotional dancing. I was happy to see him. We chatted about some local issues and school. The conversation slowly turned to girls and sex. I was getting very excited. I wanted him to grab my balls hard and make me strip down so he could tether my hands and feet so. I'm the driver my lady. Not the pilot. I'm sorry, but I don't know.Well when are you picking me up again, I ask.Wednesday evening at 8 pm my lady. Please hurry my lady. The plane is waiting he says as he stops on the tarmac and opens my door.I rush to the private jet as the driver grabs my bag for me.The pilot greeted me at the door and asked me to take a seat, then he headed for the cockpit.The plane engines roared to life and we took off.A short while later the pilot came out to let me know. Flinching apart, we both glanced at the time. ‘Shit! I’m so sorry. I’m gonna be late. Can you give me a ride to the emerg?’ I jumped up off the couch and started tucking myself back into my clothes, smoothing my hair out. I smiled as sweetly as I could as I watched him stand and struggle to zip his fly up over his raging erection. He gave me a forgiving smile, and we headed to the car. ************ ‘J, sweetie, could you give me a ride home?’ I asked nine hours later. I had worked hard in the. Every single item of clothing we possessed was ironed to within an inch of its life and yes, I did cry several times.I’m not sure I could have made it and remained sane it if our younger daughter hadn’t had a cold and been awake every couple of hours. In the end I brought her into our bed where she passed the night in the space her father usually occupied. My own sleep was fitful, my dreams, waking and sleeping full of images of my husband’s lips on his lover’s face or even his slim, tight.