Long-term business trip

Long Business Trip

But time passed, I got promoted, my wife finished her studies and got a job as a designer. The firm dealt with interior and exterior design, and the clients, you understand, were not poor people, often even very wealthy.

With the promotion, I was constantly on the road, and for long stretches. My responsibilities included setting up regional branch operations. From scratch to opening. A business trip could last a couple of weeks, or even a couple of months. It varied. Sex dwindled to nothing, we started to drift apart, communication became harder. But the family held on. Another 2 years passed like that, and I started to wonder, what if my beloved wife decided to get herself a fucker. She's a beauty, after all, a gorgeous girl with appetizing looks. Surely someone from work could have come along, the clientele is wealthy!

— Listen, Oleg, how much longer will you be traveling all over the country? Honestly, I'm tired of this life. No personal life, I feel like nobody needs me. Maybe you could ask to be transferred back to your old position or maybe there's something else? I can't go on like this.

— I've already set up a decent network across the country, another year or two and everything will be running smoothly, and they promised to transfer me to a managerial position. I'll be the executive director. We just need to endure a little longer. I miss you terribly, if only you knew how much!

— Well, maybe you should get someone, I don't know... , — I blurted out.

Her beautiful, slightly plump lips stretched into a charming smile, forming small dimples in her cheeks.

— Who? A gigolo or something? You'll joke your way into trouble, hubby 🙂 I've already forgotten what male attention and sex even are.

— Well, then you'll remember. My next business trip will be for at least 4 months.

— You're awful, so what am I supposed to do, grow old as a chaste virgin with a living husband? — my wife continued joking.

— Alyon, I'm serious. I don't know how you'll take this, but I really wouldn't mind if you got yourself a lover for the time I'm gone. I'm willing to go along with it, I even want it. Just so you don't feel so lousy. I love you very much...

— Fool!

— Probably, — I said and started kissing her passionately.

A few days later, I left for another distant and very long business trip. We called each other, connected via Skype. And then, about three days later, my beloved spouse jokingly mentioned that a very respectable client had appeared, building a private house, she was handling the landscape and interior design, they saw each other every day and he had invited her on a date. I didn't object, and Alyonka kept joking that she wouldn't go anywhere, just testing me.

— Alyon, if he's a decent guy, then why not? Go, and we'll decide later.

— Do you really want this?

— Yes. For myself, for you, for us. What's ultimately bad about it? You're not doing it behind my back or with deception.

The conversation ended without any specific agreements, we connected daily, though the time spent talking shortened. My wife started rushing somewhere, was always busy, but became very affectionate and constantly smiled. No, she was glowing! I started to guess the reasons and about a month later decided to ask directly.

— So how's our client, did something work out between you?

Pause... — Yes. It worked out... He comes over sometimes...

— Darling, so you've got a lover?

— Well... you said...

— Clever girl! You're such a good girl! I love you, darling!

— Uh...

— And how often does he come over? I want to know everything!

— He drops by sometimes...

— Stays the night?

— Sometimes...

— And who's better... well... you know...

— You...

— I adore you!

The four months of the business trip passed rather slowly, but I wasn't in a hurry. I got aroused and constantly jerked off, imagining another man stretching my beauty "Goldilocks." I could have returned, leaving the final stage under the responsibility of the local director, as I usually did. But this time I decided to stay until the very end of the project launch. Another two months passed like that. In the last month, it even seemed to me that my wife had gained a little weight. Well, that means everything's fine, I thought and continued to jerk off daily, picturing images of my wife spread open.

But time marches on relentlessly, the project is launched, time to return home. With a pounding heart, I fly home, having warned my wife a week in advance. I anticipate her stories, passionate sex. I'm all excited. And now I'm home. I ring... She opens.

My Alyonka stood before me. In a long robe with a belt under her breasts. Below the breasts, the robe flared out like a bell all the way to her ankles.

— Hello, darling! Here I am!

We melted into a passionate kiss. I gently pressed her to me and we stood like that for several minutes. Alyona's mouth had a cloying taste, her face was slightly puffy, and her breasts protruded clearly a couple of sizes larger. I was even surprised by such a metamorphosis. Quickly undressing, I headed to the shower and within 15 minutes was dragging my beloved wife to the bedroom.

— Oleg! Wait... I need to tell you...

— What? Don't tell me someone is supposed to come over now!

— No! Didn't you notice anything?

I looked at my wife's enchanting figure and didn't understand. Something was different about her, something elusive. But what? Silently, she dropped the robe and then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Before me stood a naked, beautiful woman with a barely rounded belly. The belly protruded slightly but didn't spoil the amazing figure. Her breasts had swelled to incredible sizes, and the previously narrow slit of her native pussy now looked at me with slightly parted, worn-out little lips, between which Alyonka's clit stuck out wrinkled. The pussy I saw had clearly seen some good mileage.

There was no doubt — my wife was pregnant, and her pussy was thoroughly worn out. I was stunned, I didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react. And then my wife's hesitant voice cut through the silence:

— Olezhek... I'm... pregnant. I...

I was insanely aroused and confused. I pushed her onto the couch, spread her beautiful thighs, and simply plunged into the wide vagina, which just six months ago had hugged my cock with velvety folds. My cock freely soared in an absolutely smooth tunnel, barely touching the walls. When my wife was lying down, the belly wasn't visible. Before me, my wife's beautiful face writhed in rhythm with my thrusts, her full breasts shook in a measured rhythm, and her tempting lips formed an "O," her eyes were slightly closed, Alyona breathed near my ear, tightly squeezing my hips with her luxurious thighs.

I love my darling very much, so I forgave everything and we kept the child. She stopped seeing the lover. We're doing well, living happily. I was promoted to commercial director and now I'm practically the second-in-command at the firm. My wife gave birth to a girl, now we're thinking about a second child. In about two years, we'll need to do it. And now Alyonka is 30, she gained a little weight after childbirth, but is still tempting and simply beautiful. She just transformed from a luxurious girl into a luxurious woman. And her figure became truly womanly. Only my wife's pussy... became a bit too hospitable. My cock whistles through it. She's learning to work her muscles 🙂