Betty sat on an ottoman across from me. I patted the empty space on the couch beside me. “I don’t bite,” I commented. “But I might,” Betty ...eplied. “I can take it,” I responded. Betty didn’t take me up on the relocation offer, so I took this as a bad sign. Betty leaned back and spread her long legs out in front of herself, bouncing her bare up and down on the floor. She was nervous. “Beth is a lucky woman,” Betty remarked. Beth was my wife. “And Tom is a lucky man,” I responded. “Maybe we. I feel her kissing me, licking me as I lie there, my breasts heaving as I try to regain my breath.I climb off her and kiss her, whispering a “Thank you, my darling,” in her ear.“I love you,” she whispers back.“I know,” I reply as I slip my knickers on and head for the door. I can see her slump back onto the bed in frustration as I close her bedroom door behind me.----------And then it happened. I’m in my office the following Friday lunchtime when the urge takes me. I book the hotel room and. You, my love, have yet to come back to the real world as I pull into the parking lot of our next destination.As I find a parking stall, I reach behind and as I turn the loving machine off I firmly grip your left nipple and squeeze until you wake and whimper. “Thank you, Sir,” is all you can say in your whispery voice. Your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You look around through the windows, trying to get your bearings. Trying to figure out where I have brought you, where this. I struggled to push these images out, but it helped that he was actually there. He helped me out of my car and showed me around his house, holding my hand the entire time. All of the tremendous artwork and craftsmanship that went into building his home was impressive.He sat his bags down in the kitchen and showed me to the backyard, still holding my hand. My eyes widened when I saw the jungled out lagoon surrounded by big waterfalls, sculpted by massive rock grottos and stone masonry. I just.