Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18 - Sex Stories

Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18

... essentially precluded a steady boyfriend as she had tried moving up the success ladder. The occasional hook-ups she’d had were not exactly satisfying either. Getting it on with a married man had presented itself as an opportunity on many occasions but she was pretty strict when it came to that subject and wasn’t about to ruin anyone’s marriage. “Well” Phil responded. “I told my supplier that your product looks really good and that it’s only fair that I get to do some comparisons.” He hoped his fumbling about was not pathetic . . . he hadn’t tried to pick up a woman in almost 20 years! “I’ve got some business ethics, Phil” her tone a bit more serious. “I don’t think it’s exactly fair to your ‘other supplier’ to get a demonstration from me” she took a sip of her drink and held his gaze over her glass. “Would it help if you talked to them first?” Phil didn’t know where else to go with this . . . perhaps he’d just be heading back up to his room to beat off before bed. “Seriously?” was Erin’s reply. This was new territory . . . a married guy was going to get permission from his wife for him to fuck me? What the hell? “She’s very understanding” Phil said with complete honesty and set his cell phone down on the bar. Erin picked it up and toggled through the contact list, settling on ‘Home’. She held it up to show him with a look of inquiry on her face. He smiled sheepishly and nodded. *** *** *** “Hey honey . . . what’s up?” Terry said as she answered the phone. “I’m not used to two ...

... calls in one night . . . everything OK?” There was silence on the other end of the line . . . some background noise, music, voices . . . like a restaurant or bar. “Phil? . . . Are you OK? “This is Erin” was the surprising response she got. “Erin, is my husband all right? What happened?” “He gave me his phone to call you” Erin said in very measured tones. “He’s fine . . . he’s right here with me at the bar . . . so . . . you’re his wife?” “That would be me” Terry admitted brightly, feeling a bit turned on by the possibility that Phil might actually be making some progress on what they’d discussed. “So . . . you’d be able to tell me what he ordered here at the bar, right?” “THAT would be a Grey Goose and tonic, Erin.” “And the color suit he brought for this trip?” “Brown, it might look closer to tan depending on the light. . . unless he’s wearing the blue sports coat he always travels in . . . but my guess is since you guys were in meetings today . . . he’s wearing his light brown suit.” Phil could hear only half of the conversation, but knew the responses. He held up his glass and silently toasted Erin, taking another sip, then held out his lapel for inspection. “He says that you’d be ok with him . . . uhhhh, I don’t know how to say this . . . “Erin’s voice trailed off. “Erin” Terry said firmly. “Your company has worked with Phil’s company for a while now, right?” “About the last 2 and a half years” Erin replied. “Well . . . My husband works very hard and he makes his company ...