34 comments/ 89568 views/ 14 favorites Taking a Wife By: Erd2 Two guys most involved in one woman's life reflect on their lives with her. It is not a BTB or revenge story nor does it contain graphic sex scenes. If those are your forte, then you might consider moving on to another story. ---- Stephen: About a decade ago, I was a 6'-1", 155 lb, 5th year senior college student in electrical and computer engineering major with a business minor. I have gained some weight since then. With my glasses on, I sort of looked like a tall Bill Gates, who by the way is 3 inches shorter than me. No, I am not delusional in thinking I would ever make any where near that much money. My life was all about technical interests. I could figure out computers and electronics but people have a non-deterministic element to them so they are much more difficult to work with. If only they would operate in a logical way. Michelle and I met in a ballroom dance class that I was taking to complete my long delayed PE requirement so I could graduate. It also was a dare by some of my friends who thought I might get socialized and learn to walk without tripping over my two left feet. I think they were betting I would flunk out of a class that everyone else would pass. At that time, Michelle was a liberal arts major studying languages and education. She liked to travel, read books, meet people, and dance, but was completely technically challenged. She was totally the opposite of me in every way imaginable. She loved to work with people of all ages, but she was frustrated with computers. They did not have an expressive or emotional side to them. Michelle was a little bit taller than most girls at about 5'11". She was outgoing, slender, a pretty face with eyes that sparkle, a smile that would melt the heart of any grouch, flowing hair, and nice boobs that are maybe C size. That's just a guess since I could tell you more about the processor in your computer than breast sizes. By comparison sizing, her breasts are more than a handful but quite a bit smaller than Dolly Pardon's bundle. Dancing was her way to do something that was physically expressive in an academic world and she did it most chances she could. She had taken all the available dance classes offered at the university. As an advanced dancer who loved to encourage others in dance, she often came to the beginner classes to help the teacher by being dance partners with the class members giving them tips and hints how to improve. She could look graceful dancing with the most clumsy partners. Those she danced with would learn quicker because they were not being tripped by their partners who were normally other beginners. When dancing with someone, she made that person feel like they were the only one in the room. Too bad she was helping everyone and not just me. For some reason I never quite understood, Michelle seemed to like me, calling me her favorite nerd. Other guys in the class would try to woo her, but she would politely decline them all. I just tried to always be nice and polite. It was like she felt safe with a naive guy over one who was trying to get her in bed. Her defense mechanism was to avoid the guys who were too eager to get to know her. One time when I was walking from the bookstore to the cafeteria, she waved me over to where she was studying. That was the starting point of our relationship. I hardly ever knew what to talk about with girls, especially ones who weren't very tech savvy. She had a way of keeping the conversation going by asking questions that required more than a yes or no answer. She even listened to technical answers as if she was interested. I think she just like to hear what made others tick or get excited about. I really didn't think I was her type of guy or good enough for her, but she always seemed excited to see me. Later I learned that she had a couple pushy boyfriends prior to me that just wanted to bed her. Now she avoided anyone that might be like those guys. Over a couple months our friendship grew to include casual dating. I fixed her computer a couple times, once when it had some problems with the power supply and another time when viruses caused all sorts of trouble. A quick kiss at the end of the evening was as far as I got with her, mostly because that was all I tried to do. I was too scared to try anything more. She said one of the reasons she liked being with me was that I was safe to be with. One weekend, she was babysitting a couple small kids at the house of one of her professors, while they went on a weekend getaway. She called me and asked if I wanted to watch a movie after the kids went to bed. Never to turn down her requests, I went over there as quickly as I could get there. The kids were already fed and bathed when I got there. They were watching a cartoon before bedtime. Finally they were in bed, the bedtime stories were read to them, they got one last drink of water and we checked for monsters under the beds. Kids sure take a lot of effort to get them to go to sleep. She was very patient and loving, and treated them like they were her own. The kids could see that too. A half hour later, Michelle and I were snuggled together on the sofa watching our movie. Well, we weren't really watching the movie. It was some chick flick and we were paying more attention to each other than the movie. After the movie, I ended up in her bed, staying until morning. I was no longer a virgin after that night. When I paused a moment to let her know that I didn't have any condoms, she said to not worry because it was a safe time of the month. It was obvious that she was experienced with sex because she helped me by showing me where to touch her to help her climax. A couple days later, I purchased condoms for the first and only time in my life. We had sex a few times over the next couple months. One evening, she came to me looking very nervous and said she needed to tell me something, so we went for a walk. She said that she did one of those home pregnancy tests and it came out positive. She apologized for not being more careful that one time while baby sitting, but evidently it wasn't as safe as she thought that night. Since I was the only one she had sex with in over two years there wasn't any question about who the father was. We talked about our, actually her, options. Her final decision was based mostly on the fact that she could never hurt a human life, so she really wanted to keep the baby. After seeing how she interacted with those kids and how much she liked to take care of and help people, I knew she would be a wonderful mother. I wondered how her keeping the baby would affect me and if I would or could be a good father. Since I wanted to do the right or responsible thing, I proposed marriage a couple days later at a Friday night dinner date. I felt like I loved her more than anything, maybe even more than computers. We were both finishing up our degrees in a few more months and I was starting a new permanent higher paying job in the Summer. I figured that could cover the basic financial needs and provide the health insurance she would require. Michelle was planning on starting to do some substitute teaching after the baby gets old enough to leave with a sitter, so we would have extra in the budget at that point. With all this, we expected to have no trouble getting started in our life together. It all seemed like the logical thing to do. She accepted all that reasoning and moved in with me. We got married at the courthouse the following week so it would be before she was showing. We had our honeymoon over that following weekend at a small inn in a nearby town on the coast. It was only a weekend because we both had important classes to attend on Monday and we didn't have much money to make it longer. It was a nice time, and we learned more about each other, our bodies, and our dreams. I felt a little out of place, but was gradually learning to be more attentive to her when she was talking about how she felt about various things. We seemed to be growing as a couple more in love each day. We agreed to never use the "d" word when we might have some marriage difficulties. A little over two months later she had a miscarriage. It was particularly hard on her, but also on me too. I was getting excited about becoming a father. It was hard for me to know what to do to best comfort her. We mostly just held each other while she cried. She blamed herself even though I doubt it was anything she did. Everything had changed so fast in my life over the past few months. After getting past the loss of the baby, we decided to hold off starting the family until we were more established in our finances. There was no question regarding our marriage in our minds. We had common dreams for our future and a plan on how to reach them. I would work as an engineer and she would teach languages in the schools. We would save up for a down payment on a house, then start the family. Therefore, she went on the pill. Maybe it was all too logical. My job went well for a couple years. We were about to start looking for our first starter home. However, a downsizing at the company put those plans on hold. Since I was the newest employee, I was one of those who was let go. The severance package was a couple months pay. While trying to determine what to do next, Michelle encouraged me to try my dream and use the funds we had been setting aside to start our own company. It seemed like a scary idea, since we were only a couple years out of college, but with her teaching job it sounded like we could at least get by. I had a number of ideas that I had been working on and settled on security systems, with a key in how to determine intrusions into networks. We went ahead with that plan and started building software and hardware that other companies could incorporate into much larger systems. Business really took off, and the company grew steadily to include 3 other employees over the first few years. Our personal lives together slipped to ok at best. Stress and long hours in our startup company took its toll, however we did squeeze in some little dates here and there. But we were tired most of the time and the dates weren't very romantic. We were making significant progress to replace the savings that were used to startup the company, so our dreams of buying a house and starting a family were starting again. This gave us hope for the future. One of my customers was another small company run by a guy named Edward Monroe. He just went by Edward, not Ed as I found out in the first meeting. Edward was a very handsome, smooth talking, and a very likable person who had a rapidly growing business. While polite, he seemed to have a ladies man personality with a gift if gab with charm. He had a way with people that I did not have, which was nice in one way because he seemed to have a lot of potential clients. With his outgoing personality, he liked doing things in person rather than over the phone. Therefore he came to town about 3 or 4 times a year. Most important to us was that he liked our work and placed a number of orders for our products. Always paying on time made him a good customer. We worked hard by customizing our products for him, going out of our way to make sure he stayed happy with our products. One time during that first we did business he asked if I knew of anyone who could escort him to a concert. Not knowing anyone I wanted to have him take on a date, I contacted a friend who knew about an escort business. It wasn't cheap, but we arranged someone as his evening companion. I suppose they did more than just go to the concert, but all I know was that he was quite happy with the evening and placed a significant order shortly after that. Over time I noticed that when an escort was provided for him, he much more eager to do business with us than normal. Wanting to keep the customer satisfied, I figured it would be best to arrange an escort each time he came to visit and that is what we did. Edward: I grew up in a fairly well off family who had many interactions with other families of wealth, went to a prestigious school and earned a combination of engineering and business degrees. In school and life afterwards, the ladies always liked me and I had no trouble getting dates. I thought many of them were high maintenance and after my family's money, so I usually ended the relationships fairly quickly. With the next girlfriend not far behind, it was easy to do. When I graduated, I started my business of combing hi tech products together to create very unique security systems for very wealthy individuals, small businesses, and the government. Having money in the family made this all possible to get started and my business grew quickly. I liked to travel and meet people, so I did all the visits to clients and suppliers. The hired staff took care of the details of the office, like paperwork, finances, shipping, installation, etc. With my growing list of contacts from referrals I made a good living and wasn't stuck in an office. I didn't feel the need to settle down and liked the freedom of just being me. I could have a gal in every city or just obtain a date in the places I did not know anyone. Most of the time I did not have any trouble finding someone to be with. Usually my contacts would recommend or arrange someone for me. If I didn't have a planned date, I could hang out in the lounge and often find someone. Most of the time we would end up in bed at the end of the evening. I always used condoms for obvious reasons. The gals also appreciated my caring about their sexuality and life was good, very good. One of my contacts was Stephen Leeland, who supplies customized technical equipment. Like others, he would supply escort dates for me. Prior to one trip into his town I let him know that I had two tickets to a charity ball event. It was a fund raiser to help purchase equipment for the local hospital children's wing. A college buddy had challenged me to make a donation by attending. So I needed a date for the Saturday evening of that weekend. I told Stephen that the person needed to be able to dance, including ballroom dancing. I also wanted a well educated person because I wouldn't know anyone else there and wanted to have someone intelligent to talk to when not dancing. I knew he really wanted my business so he would likely find someone for me, which he promised he would do. Stephen: On the Monday after Thanksgiving a few years ago, Edward announced he would be there a week later. He sent some requests for modifications to a couple of our products, and wanted to discuss them when he arrived. This made for a busy week trying to determine the technical feasibility of the changes as well as costs and delivery time. On Wednesday of that week, Edward called and said he needed a date for charity ball held downtown on Saturday before his visit. He was pretty specific in wanting a person who could dance and converse well with the type of people at these events. Not wanting to lose even a little bit of business, I told him I would find someone. I first called the escort company I had been using, but they were all booked up for the weekend. I guess Christmas parties that were already starting made it a high demand times for their business. I also checked with Mary, my secretary, to see if she knew anyone that met those requirements. She couldn't think of anyone, but said she would ask around. During dinner that evening I asked Michelle if she knew anyone from her college days that fit the bill. She thought for a few moments, and said a couple old friends might still be single and willing to go out on a date. She would check if any of them would be interested. One friend in particular, Katie, was a good possibility because she could dance well, and was sexy. She also had a reputation of sleeping with various boyfriends, including some one night stands. Michelle tried calling her that evening, but had to leave a message. It looked like we might have a possible solution. When Katie didn't call back the next day, we became very nervous about the situation. I had promised a date but didn't have one available. Michelle tried calling again and left another message. Katie finally called Michelle back on Friday morning. Unfortunately, she was visiting her elderly parents out of state, so she wasn't available. When Michelle called me at work to give me the bad news, I checked Mary again, but she didn't have anyone in mind. It was a long day preparing our presentation that we would be pitching to Edward on Monday. At the end of the day I called Michelle once more, but she had no more possibilities. As I hung up, I was looking at her picture on my desk and thinking that she was the only one that I knew who fit the specs. But she is married to me and therefore not available. On the other hand, I was running out of options. If she spent the evening with him, could she give him a good enough evening using her charm without going to bed with him? I was not interested in my wife becoming the company whore. When i got home, she asked me what I was going to do about Edward. I said I ran out of options and asked her if she would consider being his date for the evening. I told her I didn't want her to have sex with him, just be friendly company for him. She did not seem to be very happy with the suggestion, but agreed that she could probably give him a pleasant enough of an evening to keep him happy. With the planned evening being in a crowded ballroom of a downtown hotel, it seemed like a fairly safe evening too be with him. During the evening, she could have dinner and go dancing, both of which would be very public places. It also might be a good time to for her to learn about our client and how we could maybe get more business from his company. She would be the prettiest corporate spy on the planet. A large order or expanding business to fit his needs might be what we need to start looking to buy a house and start our family sooner than we expected. I called Edward and arranged the time and place that he would meet his date for the evening named Shelly, which is the name she was called in high school. I also gave him her description so he would recognize her when she arrived. He said that he would be watching for her in the lounge of the hotel. Michelle was not herself the rest of the evening. It wasn't like she was upset. She just seemed to not be present, like she was deep in thought. Maybe she was worried about tomorrow evening. The only thing she said during the evening was she needed to shop for a dress. She said she couldn't go to such an event without looking proper. At least the cost of a dress was a lot less than previous escorts. I considered calling it off once again. But Michelle was willing to help and I had promised a date for him. Calling it off now was worse than never agreeing to provide a date and would definitely be bad for business. I was now stuck with events I put in motion. I just hoped I would not regret the decision. Would he be upset if she didn't put out? Would he pressure her to the point she would be upset with me? Would she give in to him? Would he rape her? So many possibilities, mostly bad. The next day, Michelle went shopping for a dress and had her hair and nails done. She was home about two hours before she needed to leave again to shower and get ready for her evening. When the cab came to pick her up my stomach was in knots, but she seemed to have gained strength and confidence. She actually was looking forward to an evening of dancing with him and talking to him. She looked beautiful, more beautiful than she has looked in years, then quietly she gave me a kiss, said she loved me, and left to get in a cab. Edward: I met Shelly in the lounge of my hotel, which happened to also be where the ball was held. When she entered the room I stood up and looked at the most radiant and beautiful creature on earth. Stephen had told me what she looked like, but he didn't mention her beauty. Nor did he mention that she would look like the woman in the photo on his desk. He must have also told her what I looked like because she walked right up to me and introduced herself. I, who never was at a loss for words, was momentarily speechless. Taking a Wife We went to a fancy restaurant down the block and got to know a little bit about each other while we ate before walking back to the hotel ballroom. We seemed to have many common interests in the arts, books, travel, and meeting people. She was warm, and seemed very interested in me as a person, not just a client. Conversation flowed like we were old friends. It was a very good start to the evening. I wasn't sure what to think about the fact that I recognized her from the picture on Stephen's desk. She never let on that she was his wife. It looked like she had removed her ring because there was a slight white band where it would be. Did they have an open marriage? Was she going to draw a line at some point? Would Stephen still do business with me if I went too far with his wife? Surely he knew the type of previous dates I had when I was in town before. I decided to just play it by ear and see how far she was willing to go. She was extremely desirable and I definitely wanted to end up in bed with her at the end of the evening. The charity ball was good, I think. All I remember was dancing like I never had before. She was light on her feet and our dances flowed like the most graceful dream. It was as if we were the only ones there. I never had a dance partner like her. She seemed to be really enjoying the evening as well, and claimed I was a good dancer. After a couple hours we decided to go up to the hotel's observation deck for some fresh air and take in the sights. While up there we talked and got to know more about each other including topics of childhood, life in college, and some of our dreams. In an interesting comment, she seemed to think that Stephen's secretary, Mary, would a good match for me, but I told her that dating employees complicates the business relationship. Shelly had a short blank look for a second or two, but she recovered from that comment gracefully. She still didn't let on who she was other than knowing about Stephen's secretary. It was up there that I first kissed her. While she seemed a little bit hesitant at first, soon she seemed to melt in my arms and acted more eager. I think she decided she needed to play the part of being an escort and not let on who she really was. I felt that I could use this to my advantage. After hugging and kissing more and more, I suggested we go downstairs. I think she thought I meant back to the ball. She stiffened up some when the elevator came to a stop sooner than expected and we were walking down the hallway toward my hotel room. In the room she excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I started playing some music on my iPad linked to tiny high quality speakers that I travel with, opened the curtains to see the city lights, and set a couple condoms on the night stand. I was fairly sure I would be needing them. After I also used the bathroom, I came up behind her standing by the window gazing out on the street below and whispered in her ear, "beautiful sight". She leaned back on me, started swaying to the music and replied, "Yes, it is.". In one motion, I held my hand out in front of her and said, "No, you are. Dance?". She turned around and we danced and swayed for five or ten minutes before I guided her lips to mine again. This time, she wasn't quite as hesitant and willingly responded. I think at that point, we both knew were this was going. We swayed and slowly danced to the music and kissed more and more. In a very sexy fashion with a lot of compliments on her beauty soon I start undressing her. After more kissing and caressing I think she realized that there was no turning back. The battle between her will and her body had turned in my favor. In one motion I unzipped the back and guided the dress down off of her, placing it carefully on the back of a chair so it wouldn't show too many wrinkles later. We danced and swayed even more with her removing my shirt and tie, and I removing her bra and panties. While I was taking it slowly, very soon we were dancing totally naked and I guided her down on the bed. A half hour later after a couple orgasms for her, we were both exhausted laying together on the bed. While cuddling after sex, she said she wished that we had met much earlier in our lives, like in college. Ironically, I probably would have dumped her back then. When I asked if any of her boyfriends pleasured her like this, she said "no, not ever and not even her ...ummm... current boyfriend who is a straight missionary position type guy." I just smiled, knowing she was really referring to her husband, but I didn't let on that I knew that. A few minutes later she said, "I wish I could stay all night, but I need to go soon." When I commented that I would be giving Stephen a big order on Monday, she smiled then said in a soft voice with big eyes, "please don't tell him about this evening. I am not just some date he arranged, but his cousin. He thinks highly of me and I wouldn't want him to know that we had sex tonight." I just smiled again and said that her wish will be granted, but only if I get a another date with her next time I am in town. After a pause, she said with a smile, "Ok, it's a deal." That was music to my ears, and my mind immediately started working on how to make it be over night in the future. I called for a cab and helped her get dressed again before escorting her down to her cab I wasn't sure how I would be able to face Stephen without the look of "I had sex with your wife and was better than you" smile on my face. But I needed to find a way because I had never had a better first date in my life, and wanted many more dates with her. That might not happen if he knew what really happened that night. Stephen: Michelle came home from her evening sometime around 1 am. I was still up and waiting for her because I was so nervous about what she might have done that evening and it would be my fault for suggesting her as his date. I asked her how her evening went. She didn't answer very quickly which worried me. Finally, she said she had a nice evening and they did a lot of dancing and talking about a lot of subjects. When he tried to kiss, caress, and lightly grope her, she said that she told him that she was my cousin and didn't feel comfortable taking the evening to the next level. While she thought he was disappointed, he acted like a gentlemen from then on. She seemed to think that she charmed him enough to get a good order when they meeting in the morning. Well at least it didn't sound like he was upset. But she didn't mention anything that would help the business relationship, so I wondered what really happened. The fact that she lied to him about our relationship made me wonder if she was being truthful with me. She would have been a lot less likely to go too far if she told him she was my wife. If we didn't get a good order, I was willing to accept that outcome because I really didn't want her to do any more than she said they did. I also made a mental note to refer to her as my cousin and remove her picture from my desk when he would be in the office. As I was deep in thought about those things I had been told or not, she grabbed my hand and said she wanted me. While taking her clothes off, I noticed that they were all there, including the panties. That was a good sign. She was quite active in our love making that evening. During that time of sex, I realized that she did not have any other juices inside her, like she does after we make love. Maybe her date was just the thing to warm her up for me. I thought she might climax this time, but as usual, she didn't. On Monday morning, Edward came to the office and while he seemed happy to place a nice order, he didn't quite seem the same. He was a little distant and less talkative. When I asked him about his date for the charity event on Saturday, he said she admitted she was my cousin. He said they had a very pleasant evening especially since she was such a great dancer as well as the most educated and well versed person he had ever been setup with. He seemed to really just enjoy her company. He then asked if he could have her as his date next time they were in town. Not wanting to upset the business relationship, I said that might be arranged but I would need to check with Shelly. While I had a nagging feeling in my gut about what actually happened, their stories seemed to mesh. I didn't think they would scheme it, so I figured it might be all true. On the other hand I couldn't see why he would want a second date with her if that was all they did. Maybe he thought he could get more from her next time. Life with Michelle seemed to be pretty normal after that, with our love making remained at about once a week. Maybe that evening actually did work out fine, but she did seem to have her mind somewhere else when we were together in bed. I couldn't tell if she was with me in her mind or him. About a couple months later, Edward said he was coming to town again. He asked if I would arrange another meeting with my cousin Shelly and that he wanted to have dinner with her and take her to an art exhibit. When I mentioned this to Michelle, she barely hesitated and said, "I enjoyed my evening with him last time, so sure I would love to help out by spending another evening with him. Maybe I can learn more about him." I wasn't sure if she was doing this for the business or because she wanted to be with him. I think I would have felt better if I had to twist her arm a bit to get her to go. But then she does like to converse with people, so maybe I was worrying for nothing. I gave her Edward's cell phone number and told her to go ahead and make the arrangements. It didn't seem like I need to play escort arranger since he thought she was my cousin with her own life. She said she would call him the next day. Edward: I was pleased, but not surprised, when Shelly called me early in the week prior to my arrival on Saturday. When I made the request to Stephen, I wasn't sure she would want to meet me again. We arranged a time to meet and I went about planning the evening. It included a walk in the park prior to dinner, which was in an small cozy restaurant downtown, followed by a visit to an art exhibit. We talked and laughed and had a great time. At the end of the evening, we walked around the downtown area for a while then returned to my room for the remainder of the evening. I was encouraged that she was not the least bit hesitant about what was going to happen next. This time I had a hotel room with a balcony that overlooked a portion of downtown, including Stephen's business in a building across the street. I had stayed here before because it was handy to his business and very nice to stay at. While out on the balcony, we were drinking wine, dancing, kissing, groping, and starting to undress each other again. At one point I noticed the light was on in a portion of the building across the way where Stephen's business is and mentioned it to Shelly. She said it was probably just the janitorial staff for the building doing their rounds. We went back inside and finished the evening with each other in bed and another awesome session of sex. I mentioned that next month I would be in the neighboring communities to go out on a boat excursion with some of my clients. It was a very important meeting for me and would probably indirectly benefit Stephen's business too, but he didn't know it yet. I told her I would love to have her along with me for the day. She gave me a funny look and said that she would go as long as she wasn't some sort of prize or shared with others in any way. I hadn't even thought of that scenario and promised that would not be a possibility. She quickly that yes she would love to spend a day on a boat with me. It was good to hear that while she was having a relationship with me behind her husband's back, she didn't sleep with just anyone. Stephen: Late that evening while Michelle had her second date with Edward, I had to go back downtown to restart one of our servers. I don't know why it crashed, but it needed some manual intervention to get it started again. It is supposed to reboot on its own, but acted like it was stuck. At one point while waiting for that system to boot up, I was looking out the window at all the people walking along the street, then I looked up and saw them. At first I didn't recognize either of them, but soon her outfit and flowing hair caught my eye. They were swaying together like they were a couple in love, kissing. They were also pawing each other and I could tell his hands were all over her breasts and she soon was unbuttoning his shirt, then they disappeared into the room. My heart felt like it had a knife thrust through it. Since there wasn't much I could do about it, I checked that the server was operating correctly and went back to our apartment. I knew I had let this go too far and it needed to end. Michelle came home about midnight this time. I pretended to be asleep because I wasn't sure I wanted to know what all happened. When she came to bed, she snuggled up to me and said she loved me. I wasn't so sure. I did not sleep well that night. The next morning at our normal Sunday brunch, I asked how her date went. Once again she talked about the details of evening that didn't matter much, the art and the weather and so forth. She then mentioned that he had done a little more that just kissed on hotel balcony including quite a bit of fondling and groping. She said that he liked her breasts and that she gave him a hand job to help ensure the business deal, but she had not done anything else. While the portion of the evening on the balcony matched what I saw, I had my doubts that she was telling the whole truth. And even if all she did was get felt up and give a hand job, that was too much. Her eyes seem to be somewhere else as she talked. I suggested that maybe this had gone far enough and that no amount of business was worth giving up too much. She sort of smiled then agreed that maybe these dates should end. Sure enough as usual, on Monday our meeting with Edward went very well with promises for future orders of the proposed products. I feared that our future orders would suffer if I didn't find an acceptable replacement for his dates with Michelle, but it seemed to be the best for our relationship if this arrangement was ended. Edward: My next rendezvous with Shelly was the boat excursion with a few clients. Basically it was us and three other couples. The others seemed to have been out in these trips a number of times in the past. I think the other dates were hired. We talked some business making a major deal and the girls were along as mostly eye candy. They were impressive eye candy with significant assets. After we were a ways from the docks, they were all down to skimpy bikinis. Shelly's bikini was a little bit more conservative, which was fine by me. Soon, they were all on the fore deck sunbathing. One of the guys said that the gals would probably be putting on a show for us guys. I wasn't so sure what he meant, but then watched as the other three gals started rubbing lotion on themselves and each other's backs. It was quite sexy. Shelly looked like she wasn't sure what she should do but followed suit in sexily rubbing lotion on herself. Things changed a bit when one of them brought out a strange little outfit that looked like fish scales and a fin. They whispered something to Shelly and started to help her to put it on. The outfit was very tight and they zipped up the sides. The final step had them removing her bikini top before she even realized they had undone the straps. Once she was changed, they sat her up in a very sexy pose as a mermaid and they brushed her hair to put it in place for her pose. She was beautiful. After a minute or two, the girls started doing some additional caressing and kissing, especially around Shelly's boobs. From the look on Shelly's face, I knew she had reached or passed her comfort limits and so I decided to go rescue her. After grabbing her bikini top, I picked her up and took her below deck to the stateroom we had used earlier to change in when we arrived. It wasn't the easiest thing to do but I was able to get her below without banging her head on any of the teak woodwork. She was so sexy in the mermaid bottoms and we just hugged and kissed. Eventually we were rolling around on the bed. While the mermaid outfit is sexy, it inhibits sex. I asked her how mermaids made love and she replied, "I don't know. Maybe they just spawn." We agreed that is no fun, so I removed her lower outfit. Naked on the bed, I could see she had shaved down below and I felt the need to taste her sweetness, which brought her to orgasm, then I continued to make love to her. After we finished up, she said she wasn't sure what she was going to do up on deck earlier and was so glad I came to rescue her. I reminded her that on this boat she was only mine and to not worry about saying "No" to any of the others if they got too friendly. I helped her put back on her bikini and we both went back topside. For most of the rest of the day she stayed close to me. Later she mentioned that she did need to say "No" to one guy when she had gone below deck to the head. When she came out, he tried to put his hands on her boobs, but he backed off when she pushed him away. As we headed back to the docks, Shelly went back below decks to change into her street clothes. The other guys said I had brought quite a beautiful gal aboard and to never let her out of my sight. If only it was that easy. Since I had business back home, the day was a little shorter than I wished. We had a quick dinner at a seafood restaurant near the docks. At dinner Shelly showed me her new prepaid cell phone and gave me that number. I called a cab for her then headed to the airport to catch a flight. It was a very good day, both in the business and the personal life. Stephen: About a month later, Edward called with an order based on the previous proposal. I thought maybe I was over reacting and imagining the worst with this escort business since I didn't arrange any escort this time and I think he was calling from his home office. Michelle was out with some girlfriends on that Saturday doing shopping and other girlie things being pampered at a spa. Sex was great that night with her smooth as a baby down below. Ending Michelle's escort connection with Edward was the right decision. We could still get good orders from him. Edward: Over the next few weeks I sent her a few txts to let her know I was thinking of her. I also was able to arrange our next two get-together meetings through messages. I wasn't surprised that her responses to txts weren't very quick and she never answered calls since she probably needed to wait for a private moment. The next occasion we could meet would be in Las Vegas for a convention about two weeks later. After that I was hoping she would accompany on a trip to Europe a few weeks later. For the Vegas trip, she said she could meet me there, but would be flying from Denver after visiting a friend, then returning back to Denver afterwards. I made all the flight arrangements based on her schedule. It would be a blissful week where we didn't need to worry about time and getting her home at any particular hour. Her willingness to meet me along with an excuse for Stephen told me I didn't need to worry about her interest in me anymore. Life was getting better all the time. Stephen: And then another month passed when I heard from Edward again. He said he was about to go to a convention for security businesses and wanted to know if we could design certain improvements into our products. He needed to know a lot of details including the costs by the time he returned from the convention. I had about a week and a half to put this package together. Fortunately, Michelle was planning to fly to Denver during this time while I would be very busy with the quote. She wanted to meet up with Amber, one of her old college roommates she had not seen in years. I remembered Amber as a nice girl that Michelle cared a lot about and enjoyed doing things with, like shopping. She was an innocent type person, so I didn't need to worry about some wild parties Taking a Wife With the quote request from Edward I was starting to feel good about pulling Michelle away from dating him, then it struck me. Maybe they were meeting each other at the convention he is attending. I checked online and determined that the convention was in Las Vegas, then confirmed her tickets were to and from Denver, and that Amber actually lived there. I talked to Michelle a couple times over that first weekend and it seemed like she was were she said she was. I asked her to post a picture on facebook with the mountains in the background because I love the mountains. The next day the posted picture showed her and Amber with the Rocky Mountains in the background. At that point, I decided I needed to stop being so paranoid, put my worries aside, and concentrate on the quote. The rest of the week I was very busy with preparing the quote. We txt'd a few times through the week where she talked about shopping, movies, dinner, evening shows and so forth. On Sunday, I told Amber how much I appreciated her entertaining Michelle this week. She replied that it was not a problem. Her flight home would happen Monday evening. I had the quote ready for our meeting with Edward on Monday morning. Edward: The week in Vegas with Shelly was wonderful. I flew in on Sunday, attended meetings on Monday before Shelly arrived on Monday sometime in the early afternoon. I left her a card key at the front desk, so she was in the room when I got up there. When I first saw her, she had unpacked, taken a shower, and was doing her hair while wearing just a robe. We almost did a quickie right there against the counter. If socializing during the scheduled happy hour and dinner wasn't so important for business we would have skipped the evening activities and continued the romp on the bed. She showed me the new dresses she purchased while in Denver and I "helped" her get dressed. Undressing her later turned out to be much more fun. The week was filled with meetings, some of which Shelly attended with me, and all the typical Las Vegas fun in the evenings. We played some in the casinos, went to dinners and a couple shows. We made love when we felt like it, which was about every time we were back in the room. Since I knew I was clean and she was on the pill and claimed to be clean, condoms were not necessary this week. It was nice to go bareback all week and not worry about sending her back to Stephen with my juices dripping out of her. It also felt better during the act of making love. On Friday, the meetings ended and we made preliminary plans to go to Europe that I had suggested earlier through the txts. It would be a three or four week trip through a few of the western countries. The business goal was to expand my business over there. The personal goal was more ambitious. She said that she had been thinking about it, would love to practice her language skills there and would find a way to go. Saturday morning Shelly flew back to Denver. Ironically, my flight left a hour later and would take me to meet with her husband in Monday. I expected he would have a very good quote for me. Stephen: Edward liked our quote a lot and ended up placing a significant and complex order to be delivered in a couple months. While it was going to be difficult to deliver on time, some extra work would make it doable. With Michelle being in Denver, I knew she could not have had a date with Edward when he came to town. So this quote and order must be based on the merit if the deal. I still was being paranoid. Over the next couple months, we worked hard to deliver the products to Edward. He didn't have reason to stop by and was probably busy with other parts of the systems and installation at the clients. During that time Michelle signed up for a trip to Europe with a small group of teachers to work on their language skills. She would be gone for three weeks during this busy time. With a hug and a kiss, I watched her go through TSA checkpoint, and off to her gate to fly to New York where she would meet up with the other teachers. In her calls during the trip, she seemed to be enjoying her travels through the various countries and said it was helping to refine her speaking abilities to pass on to the students. She also liked seeing so many of the historical places as well as various art galleries. She was also enjoying the company of the others in the trip. Everyone was getting along great. She sounded so happy. When she returns I planned to suggest it would be time to start shopping for a house. Edward: Shelly met me in New York and we started our trip around Europe meeting with the many clients and shows in the various lands. It was a constant stream of meetings mixed with exploring many of the sights in western Europe. Shelly was not only traveling as the love of my life, but also was helpful with translation for the business. She was so perfect for me in both areas of my life. While in Paris I decided to push the relationship to the next level and proposed marriage. While I knew she was married, that could be changed. I needed to know that I was more than a temporary affair and wanted to make our relationship permanent. My heart was too far along to give her up. She said she needed some time to sort some things out. I didn't push it anymore at that time because I knew it was complicated for her. I could wait a little bit before raising the subject again. The next to the last stop was in Switzerland. With the beautiful scenery and quaint villages, I poured on the romance and asked if she made a decision yet, to which she said "Yes, but she needed to clear up some loose ends when we return to the states." I then gave her the ring I purchased earlier in the trip. She looked like a mixture of excitement and life just got complicated. The next day when we passed by a wedding chapel I said, "there is no better and prettier place than here to marry the prettiest woman in the world, and no better time than today." I expected her to make up an excuse because she was already married. When she didn't say no, I guided her into the chapel where I tried to announce to the shopkeeper that we wanted to get married. We both realized he didn't understand a word I said. Shelly immediately spoke something in German and both she and the shopkeeper broke into a large smile. He led her into a back room. When she came back out, she had a wedding veil on her head with a bouquet of flowers and a huge smile. She was my angel with special glow. I don't remember much about the ceremony, partly because I didn't understand a word, but mostly because I was mesmerized with her looks. Shelly translated the key parts so I knew when to respond. Our love making that night was even better than the other times. In two days we were flying back to London where we made a few more sales calls, then traveled back to New York and on to our home together. After we got home, she made a few calls and announced that she would be traveling back to her old home to handle some paperwork and arrange to have personal items shipped back here. While I offered to go help her, she felt it would be better to go alone. Since one part of what she needed to do was close out her current marriage with Stephen, I decided it would be best to let her go alone. I didn't want to make her more uncomfortable than necessary, but was a little nervous about her possibly changing her mind. In three days she was flying back to me which was a relief. Stephen: In her last call from Europe, she said she was going to be a week or so later returning and that we needed to talk when she got back. This did not sound good, but I was still looking forward to seeing her again. Six days after her original planned return date I came home to find her in our apartment packing boxes with her personal items. While she was packing she kept saying how sorry she was. Then she said something about me being special but she had moved on to someone else. She also asked me to sign the paperwork on the table that left everything to me except her personal items. She didn't say the word, "divorce". Then it occurred to me who she was with in Europe. I didn't check out her story about the teachers. That little speech hit me hard but I didn't hate her. It was more like I felt sorry for myself in letting this all happen. I wanted to ask her if her new person was Edward, but I knew it was, and really didn't need confirmation. I wanted to be a big enough person to wish her well, but I couldn't speak. I looked over at the divorce papers were on the table and walked into the bedroom and just sat. After another hour, she came in and announced that the movers would be here any minute and hopeful that I could move on in my life. Moments later, the doorbell rang and she went to answer it. The movers were done in a about 5 or 10 minutes since she didn't take much. She repeated that she was sorry, gave me a quick hug, kissed my cheek, and left. I guess I was right when I didn't think I was good enough for her. While I still do business with Edward, it is difficult emotionally. Each time he comes to town a part of me wants to confront him, but I realize it was probably more her decision. I don't need to arrange any escorts these days. After the divorce, I buried myself in my work again. I was back to just interested in the technology, running the business, and working somewhere over 15 hours a day. Mary, my secretary, was very sympathetic to my situation and pretty much took care of me while I was depressed by handling shopping so I would not starve amount other things. She was also comforting emotionally by letting me vent my feelings that I bottled up. A few months later we started dating, with just quiet dinners at first. At first, she would tell me that I needed to get out and eat so we would go to one of the diners in town to just get out of the office. Now we are living together in a nice little starter house I bought and are talking about a wedding. I have been reading up on what it takes to be a better husband this time around. There is no way I will let her date any clients for any reason. Edward: In the two years after our marriage, we have traveled all over the USA and many parts of the world. She is a helpful business partner as a translator, and the love of my life. We are now beginning a family with her being three months pregnant. Life is wonderful with my beautiful angel. We still do business with Stephen's company, but most of the business is done over the phone. When we do meet face to face, Shelly stays at the hotel. I don't push the issue. He has never said that Shelly was his wife, nor has she ever said he was her husband. I think she knows that I know, but hasn't asked, and I don't plan to tell her. It doesn't seem like something to bring up unless she asks. Life is very good.