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Part Time Wife 2

When I got back from Boston, I let Justin know. I was his wife when I was home, but when I was on trips, I wasn’t. “I’m your wife when I’m home. That’s when you can ask me about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. When I’m on a trip, I’m not. And like when I was in Boston, I don’t want you asking questions.”

I looked at him hard and said, “When I’m away from home, I’m single, and you can imagine what I’m doing, but I’m not telling you. Use your imagination. I’m not answering your questions, so don’t ask.”

God, I didn’t expect to say that to Justin. But that’s exactly what I want. When we’d talked about it before, he'd talked about being there, but I hadn't. I wanted to do it privately and out of town. I'd had no idea it’d be so exciting. Making him wonder what I’m doing and making him imagine what I’m doing is breathtaking. I'm going to love it.

My next trip was to San Jose, California. The first evening, I called Justin and let him know I was here. After dinner, I stopped in the bar for a glass of wine, just looking over the merchandise available.

No. No. Maybe. No, never in a million years. Hmm, well, there is one guy here. He’s attractive and looks in shape. He’s coming over to my table, um, so do I want to talk to him?

“Hi, can I sit here? You’re alone here?”

"Sure, have a seat.” I said, “Yes, I’m here for a week on a business trip. Alone.” We introduced ourselves. He was Dawson Fletcher, and I introduced myself as just Cecilia with no last ...

... name.

There were sparks everywhere when he sat. I had to blink to be able to focus on him.

What does this mean? I already want him. He looks dangerous to my fidelity, if I had any to worry about. I can already picture him in my room. God, Boston changed me. I knew it but hadn’t realized it had been that complete. I’m going to love having another secret from Justin. Would the fact that he’s black make any difference? Seeing his cock in me would be.

Do I want a black man? Would it make a difference to Justin? All I know for sure is that I want him to seduce me. I guess that's all I need to know. Will I submit to him? How far? Yes, and pretty far.

“Are you local? Or?” I stopped there, wondering what he’d say.

“Not really local, though I’m here often. I’m staying here till next Sunday, then going back to Chicago.”

Umm, he’s here until Sunday. Umm. God, he looks tasty. I’ve never let anyone cum in my mouth; I’ve never tasted anyone’s cum. Even, who? I can’t remember his name right now. I might do it this week; I’m single, right? For the week at least, I am.

“You’re here for the week; that’s what you said. Um, when are you leaving?”

“I’m planning on leaving Friday night.” I said, “Though …” my voice trailed off.

He took my hand and kissed my palm. I could feel it through my entire body, and I could feel myself trembling. He was overpowering me, and I knew he could tell. I felt the sensation of submission to him passing through my body. No, it didn’t pass through. It ...