Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... tonight?"

"It only just happened."

"Before today?"

"I just... yes. Before today."

"Before Tuesday?"

Tuesday? Why'd he say Tuesday? "Er. Uh. Yes."

"So. More than enough time to make your plans for this lovely evening. You decided this was the best way to soften me up for it."

"Honey, it's not... It's not like that."

His silence was more of a condemnation than anything he might have said.

"Let's try this again. Who invited you?"

"A colleague."

"Oh, bravo. I see this is going to take a while. Who's paying for you to attend?"

"I'll reimburse them."

"That's not an answer. One more time. Who arranged the fee, the airfare, and the hotel? I've already been through our account statements for the last three months. Either you planned it a long time ago, or you have secret accounts you're using to hide stuff from me, or... some 'colleague' of yours is spending a Huge wad of money on you being there."

"Bradley... I can see you're upset. I can even understand why. I promise you, you have nothing to worry about. I promise."

"Is Richard Taylor going to be at the conference?"

"What???" I felt the color drain out of my face."He knows, Emma, you idiot, he knows," said a voice deep inside my head."Shut up!" I told it right back."He doesn't know anything, not for certain. And if he doesn't know, it won't hurt him. It doesn't count. It won't mean anything."

"Simple question. Is. Richard. Taylor. Going. To. Be. There?"

"I don't know. I suppose ...

... he might be there, yes."

"Well, I would hope so. He's presenting a paper on Wednesday." Bradley tapped his phone and spun it around on the table so I could read it. He'd found the conference's agenda online.SHIT.

"Oh."

"You didn't know? This is a complete surprise? What with you and Richard being such good friends and close colleagues, one would think he'd have told you about it. This is a pretty important and prestigious conference, after all. It's a tremendous honor. A real feather in his cap, professionally speaking. Surely it must have come up."

"I... okay. Yes, I knew about it. I guess it must have just slipped my mind."

"Emma. Stop it."

"Stop what?"

He just glared at me for a moment.

"Stop Confabulating."

I had to force myself to remember that no, my husband is not stupid. He was correct to remind me of that at the start of this confrontation.

But I didn't have anything else to say.

"Let's review," said Bradley. "Some time ago, weeks, or maybe months, your handsome older colleague, a real ladies' man who's been trying to scheme his way into your panties since the moment you met, invited you on an all-expense-paid five-night romantic vacation getaway to the Big City. You immediately said yes, but decided to spring it on your stupid cuckold of a husband at the last possible moment, distracting me with sex, food, and romance, with the promise of more to come, and shackling me with the children so that I couldn't stop you."

"It's not like ...