Business Trip

?Why don't you take both computers with you on this trip, John? You'll be gone all week; I'll send an email picture of me every night to help you sleep.? ?Great idea, Mary, sleeping in a hotel room in Detroit by myself won't seem so bad if I have a fresh picture of you every night to dream about.? ?I'll send a new photo at ten, and I will still call about eleven so we can tell each other goodnight.? John kissed Mary for her thoughtfulness, finished packing, and waited for the taxi that would take him to the airport. By eight-thirty, John was checked in at his hotel, finished with dinner, and in his room scanning through TV channels. He had his laptop connected; the internet access in the hotel worked great thank goodness. At ten-fifteen he checked his email. His wife Mary was always reliable; John knew he could trust her to do whatever she said she would do. John blew a kiss at the screen as he opened the email. ?This is going to be a fun week instead of just boring and lonely at night. My Mary is such an imaginative woman; I do love having a sexy wife.? Speaking to the computer John expressed his thoughts, ?Wow, what a sexy nightgown she is wearing. I like that sexy black nylon. Look how her boobs almost fall out. That's a great picture.? John closed his eyes for a moment and in his mind he was standing behind Mary at her vanity. He looked down from above and behind and could see her fiddling with makeup. Tubes and jars adorned the private space that was her vanity. Oh yes, there was her BP case too; it showed clearly. The photograph was so sharp and clear John could even see the empty spaces where the pills were missing, had been swallowed. A date and time stamp in the lower corner showed the picture was taken Sunday evening, about an hour ago at Oct 3, 2008: 9:23 pm. John watched his Mary painting a fresh coat of lipstick on lush lips; they looked red and juicy in the picture. John wanted to kiss his wife. She must have done her nails earlier; I can tell that's a new color. Every detail in the photograph was sharp and clear, so clear. The Sunday spot in the pill wheel was empty. SUNDAY NIGHT John was still admiring Mary, looking at details on the photograph when the phone beside his bed rang. ?Hi sweetie, I was just looking at the picture you sent. You had a great idea this time. I love you.? ?I love you too, Honey, I really do love being married to you. The picture came through okay? I'm glad this worked. We can have fun this week; we can be together even with you gone on travel. You can watch me every night in our bedroom.? ?Yeah Mary, it will be like having you with me. I'll bet I sleep well every night on this trip.? ?Do you have some lube with you? I want you to strip, lube your cock, and stroke it for me darling. I want Karşıyaka escort to hear you cum.? Soon Mary got her wish. She could hear the slap, slap, slapping sound of John's hand on his lube slicked cock. A long aaahhhhhh sound followed by a YES signaled her husband?s final spasm. ?Goodnight Honey, I love you. Have pleasant dreams of me all night in your hotel bed.? The phone clicked off and John did sleep, as his wife suggested, with pleasant erotic dreams. MONDAY NIGHT Monday at work was busy for John but by nine-thirty he was showered, wearing the hotel robe and waiting for Mary's email. A few minutes after ten he email appeared in his inbox. The text of her message was simple: Hi Honey, I hope you enjoy these as much as last night. Wish you were here. Mary. This time she sent two pictures; John opened the first photograph. It had an Oct 4, 2008: 7:28 pm time stamp; that was the first thing he noticed. Mary was once more at her vanity. She was obviously undressing after work. John thought she must have been getting ready to shower; that was her normal routine. ?She looks really sexy in bra and panties with her shirt and blouse beside her on her table. I love the look over her shoulders pose. Mary is blowing me a kiss through the camera, a kiss and a wave. This is a good, sexy, friendly picture, I really like it. Mary had a great idea about sending these pictures; this photograph is sweet, just like Mary, sweet.? John opened the second attached photograph. As his mind absorbed the picture on the computer screen he mused. ?Mary must be just out of her shower when she took this one. Yeah, Oct 4, 2008: 8:11 pm, forty-three minutes later than the first picture. I can still see a few drops of water on her shoulder. That white baby doll nightie I bought a year ago for our anniversary looks really sexy on her; it?s so sheer I can see through it. Mary isn't wearing the panties that go with it, not yet anyway. I can see her boobies in the mirror. She must be putting new makeup on just for the picture. This picture is great, I will tell her that when she calls.? John shifted his eyes from wife on computer screen to the bulge her picture inspired in his shorts. He reached a hand to squeeze before cautioning himself not to get carried away. He knew he would want to stroke when his Mary called at eleven. John could wait until then. He turned his focus back to Mary?s picture on his computer. ?Her lips are so red; they look juicy red in that picture. I can see them clearly in the mirror. I know what I would like to do to Mary's lips right now, what I would like to put right dead center between those wet red lips. I can see my wife?s dark nipples in the mirror too, they look excited, hard; those nipples are bornova escort bayan ready for sucking.? Suddenly John noticed one more element in the photograph. ?Wait as second; what is that in the background? Damn that mirror, I can't quite tell. The image is fuzzy but it looks like another man is taking that picture; I can see the camera in his hand. What is going on here? Is that a brown shirt he is wearing? No, dammit, that is skin, his skin, that is an almost naked black man taking a picture of my wife. MARY is almost naked and a black MAN is in OUR bedroom taking a picture of HER. Mary just sent that picture to me, she sent it at ten. That picture was taken less than two hours ago.? John waited by the phone, it rang at eleven, right on time. ?Hi John, how was your day in Detroit?? ?Mary, what's going on?? ?I guess you got my email?? ?Yes, what's going on with you, with the pictures?? ?Did you like them?, I thought I looked sexy.? ?You do look sexy, you know I love that little nightgown, but who, who is, who did . . .?? ?Who took the pictures?? ?Yes!? ?I know you?re wondering; I'll tell you about things Friday when you get home. Until then you just stare long and hard at the pictures I sent. Study them and we will talk about them later, okay? For tonight, just look at the pictures and let your imagination run wild. When you think you know all there is to know about them get your lube out and have fun.? ?Mary?? ?Check your mail in the morning, maybe I will send another.? ?Mary, Mary what . . . ?? The phone clicked off for the second night as Mary hung up on her husband. TUESDAY NIGHT John, his cock, and the tube of lube got a double workout Monday night. Even so, his dreams were filled with concern about the faint image in the mirror. As soon as he woke, John went to pee and then he checked his email. There was nothing from Mary. John showered and then looked once more, still nothing from Mary. After breakfast John went back to his room to check for a message, but once again his email inbox had nothing from Mary. ?She was just teasing me; that?s not fair.? The next email from Mary appeared in his inbox at ten pm, right on schedule. There were several pictures attached. The text this time was short, and as cryptic as last night's photographs: Hi, sweetie, I like this way of being together when you travel. I am having a good time and keeping myself busy until you return. Love, Mary. John opened the first picture; Mary was standing with an older black man. He must have been the guy in the mirror last night, John thought to himself. ?What the hell is going on?? Both were nude, Mary had her arms around him. She was drying the black man's back with a towel, and they were kissing. From Escort üçyol the look of the two in the photograph they were having a good kiss. Once again John exclaimed, ?What the hell is going on?? In the second picture, the towel was gone. Mary and the big black man were standing beside the bed. That is John and Mary?s bed, mine, not some black SOB?s bed, flitted through John?s thought process. Their hands were all over each other, but the bed was still freshly made. Mary hadn't slept in the bed. John looked at the time stamp, Oct 5, 2008: 8:47 pm, too early to use the bed for sleeping. The next three pictures were similar; they showed Mary at her vanity. She was leaning against it, facing out to the camera for the first one. She was absolutely naked. The time stamp showed Oct 5, 2008: 8:57 pm, ten minutes later. John could tell her face was fresh scrubbed with no makeup. Mary showed only a light flush from kissing the black man. At Oct 5, 2008: 9:21 pm by the time stamp, Mary was photographed with her face perfectly done, as though ready to go out for the evening. She was still nude, and was sitting backward on her small chair facing the room. ?God, those lips look so sexy done bright red like that; Mary does look sexy tonight and I only get the picture. That black guy will kiss those lips tonight, not me. Who is that black guy?? Whoever took the picture of Mary, surely that black guy, stood right above her looking down at her lovely face. He was probably the one who told Mary to stick her tongue between her lips so just the tip showed. Tongue tip made the picture a visual sex offering. The vanity table was background. John could see the tube of lipstick that painted Mary's lips; the cap was still off. Another makeup pot lay beside the lipstick. Over to the side was her pill container, just the way it always was. The third picture of the vanity series was taken Oct 5, 2008: 9:28 pm. She was leaning against the vanity once more. This picture was just like the first one, except that the previously impeccable lipstick was now smeared beyond Mary's lips. There was another disturbing detail in this picture. The black man was standing beside Mary equally naked. His lips had Mary's lipstick smeared on them too, and his arm was around her waist. Mary held the man by his cock, her left hand wrapped around a very large, very erect, very black cock. John could clearly see the wedding ring he first placed on his wife?s left hand many years ago. The email had one last photograph attached; it didn't seem to make much sense to John. It was just a picture of Mary's vanity and the chair. No people, just the vanity and chair. It had an Oct, 2008: 9:38 pm time stamp. ?Where are they, oh my God? I know where they are.? John looked at his watch, almost eleven. He undressed, got the lube, and lay down on the bed. At precisely eleven John's phone rang. ?Mary, what is going on with this stuff, what are you doing?? ?You've read tonight's email, good, isn't it exciting?? ?Mary who, what, a black guy?? ?I'm not going to talk long tonight, things to do here.