The Secret Ch. 01

Out on Business

"Are you sure you can't come?" I pleaded.

"Jonathon, you know I have to finish up my book. The publishers are pressuring me to submit my final draft to the editors."

"How often do you have an opportunity to go to New York?"

Samantha looked at me above her large black reading glasses. She took a deep breath staring into space for a moment. Then she took the hair tie on her wrist and put her naturally wavy brown hair into a pony tail. "Look, I get it. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, but so is my book."

"Fine, if that's what you want then I'll go myself. I just wanted to have some alone time. We haven't been alone without distractions for months. You've been so consumed with your book and I've been busy at the office..."

Samantha interrupted, "You think you'll have time for me in New York? Please! You're opening an IPO, Jonathon! It's not like we'll even see each other very much. I'll just stay back here and work."

"Fine!" I stormed off frustrated.

I was very irritable and she was getting on my last nerve. My wife and I are very successful people and with success comes a price. We haven't been able to work on our relationship or even be together for longer than an hour in ages. I thought with my latest business opportunity we could get away to New York. She has always wanted to go to New York, but was resisting me immensely for some reason. We have been growing apart the last few months and New York felt like a last effort to course correct our marriage. She on the other hand is more concerned with the publication of her book.

I went for a run to blow off some steam. I like to run and listen to my music. It helps me focus and relax in an odd way. I ran my usual five miles and did my standard fifty sit-ups and pushups. I had a good sweat going when I went into the bathroom to shower. I took my clothes off and looked in the mirror. I tend to stare at myself in the mirror quite often.

I don't mean to be vain, but I am the man. I'm six feet and two inches tall. I have an athletic body which is tone, but not so muscular that it looks abnormal. My light brown hair makes women buckle at their knees. I have some short stubble going on, which is a usual result of a day without shaving.

I leaned in closer to the mirror, my hands on each side of the sink, the muscles in my arms flexing firmly as I look closer into my eyes. Sometimes I don't think my wife realizes what she's missing. I looked on with a smirk.

Suddenly the sweat began to sting my eyes, breaking my concentration. I looked down for a moment. My chest was glistening from the sweat. The shower was heating up and started to steam the mirror up so I hopped in. I did my routine shaving, washing, and water relaxing. I love to stand and let the water beat down on my aching body after a great workout.

After my shower I packed my bags and prepared for my trip the next day. Samantha was still plugging away on her laptop when I walked past her. I didn't speak to her until we laid down that evening. I had been laying down for about a half hour when she came to bed. She faced away from me when she laid down. I had some blood flowing in junior so I made an attempt to fix things in the hopes of getting frisky. I cuddled up behind her.

"Hey, I'm sorry for getting into the argument with you earlier. I just miss us being together...you know?"

She turned, "I know, I'm sorry too. When you get back we'll have a hot date night."

I grinned and pulled her closer. I whispered into her ear, "How about we have a hot date right now?! Mr. Foster could use some exercise before he leaves for New York."

"Well Mr. Foster you're going to have to wait. I'm on my period yet. You know my rules!"

I grumbled, "You're still on your period? It's been forever. We haven't had sex in three weeks!"

"I know. Do you want a hand job?"

"Ah, how about a blow job?" I said with

an eyebrow raised.

"Jonathon, I really don't feel in the mood to do that tonight."

I really wasn't in the mood for a hand job either. "You know what, let's just get some sleep. I've waited three weeks, what's another one?"

I guess I didn't really fix much since we went from one argument to the next. Seriously though I've been upset with my sex life for quite some time. My wife was no whore in bed, but she could definitely turn me on and get me off. Lately, it's been stale though because we've been tired and overworked. A month ago she caught me watching internet videos. She was pretty pissed. I couldn't help it though. We've been going with less and less sex as time goes on. I'm a man and I have sexual needs. I wasn't hurting anyone and it helped put me in a better mood. I think that played a part of the decline in our sex life. She has always been one to prove a point. If I went elsewhere for my sexual needs then she wasn't going to give it to me.

The next morning I overslept a bit and I was in a hurry. I was getting ready in the bathroom while Samantha was in the shower, it was very distracting for me. We have a standing shower with glass walls so I was able to imprint a few more visuals of my wife before I left. She's actually very sexy, but men never noticed because of her conservative dress code. She has decent height with a slender figure. Despite her figure she supports a generous D cup that fits my grasp perfectly. Her stomach is tight and her legs are long. She also rocks a bush, which I'm not crazy about, but I live with it because she doesn't let me down there very often.

Thanks to her I became even later. She's always slowing me down. Regardless I still made it on time to LAX to board my flight to New York. I spent most of the flight reading and preparing for my week ahead.

It was a cool fall night when I stepped out of the airport in New York early Sunday evening. I went out and got a taxi to take me to my hotel. Once I arrived at the hotel I stripped down my luggage and prepared my room for the week.

Normally on business trips I prepare on Sunday evening for the week ahead. For some reason I didn't feel like it that evening. I called my wife and told her what a distraction she was in the shower that morning. She had a good laugh about it. It was probably the first laugh she had with me in quite some time. As I talked with her, she did seem to wish that she would have come, but it was too late at this point. I spoke with her for what seemed like an hour. I didn't think she would ever shut up about all the boring shit that made up her day.

I had an important deal to work with the IPO during the week and I couldn't afford to take my eye off the ball. I was psyched about my opportunity and had too much adrenaline going. It was around ten o'clock and I wasn't ready for bed. I had a desire to get a drink so I made my way down to the hotel bar. Plenty of people were standing around talking and drinking. I ordered my usual Generation 300 shot and slowly plugged away. It had been awhile so it burned a little and caught me off guard. I started coughing and I was a bit embarrassed. I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed me choking on my drink. Everyone was having a good time and didn't seem to notice. Or at least all but one, there was a woman across the way looking at me.

I didn't think much of it and proceeded to get another shot. I started watching a ballgame and began to notice the woman still looking at me. I thought it was very odd. I had been out of the game for ten years, seven of them married, but I could still sense a when woman was hot for me. I forgot the surge you get as a woman rapes you with her eyes. She definitely had me inclined to keep my eyes on her.

She had chin length black hair. Her silver silk dress liberally showed her cleavage and long legs. Her makeup highlighted her eyes and lips in a way that was sensually inebriating. She was drinking Amaretto and made sure to lick the top of the glass after each drink.

The cat and mouse game carried on for five shots and the end of the ball game. I had lost track of time and it was already near midnight. I wanted to get a good night's rest so I got up and walked toward the lobby elevators. I walked by her and gave her a wink. Always leave a woman wanting more!

I was feeling pretty good from all the alcohol, I nearly tripped and stumbled into the elevator. Arriving at my floor I started down towards my room. I got to my door and dug through my pockets trying to locate my key. It seemed to take forever since I was clearly not a seasoned drinker. I finally got my key and put it in the slot. Even in my stupor I heard the elevator ding as I pushed my door open. I glanced down the hall and saw the lady from the bar.

My eyes met hers for a brief moment. They were aching with pleasure. She had a look that said I want you inside of me right now. I'm serious, it was ridiculous. Something about her look made me hurry into my room and shut the door. What the hell was that? She is dangerous. I knew right then I couldn't trust myself around her. I had to do whatever was possible to avoid confronting her again or it's a real possibility that I would be doing things I shouldn't.

I stood inside the door and started to take my shoes off. It was a long day and I was ready to get some shut eye. Suddenly I heard noises very close to my door. I quickly went to look out my peep hole. I couldn't see anyone, but the person next door was entering their room. It had to be the lady who just got off the elevator. What were the odds!

I laid down that night with my mind spinning a hundred miles an hour. I didn't know what to think and the alcohol didn't make it better. I thought I kept hearing things from her room. Sexual things...noises. Just faint enough to not be sure if it was real or all a part of my imagination. Eventually I fell asleep. I think I just passed out.

The next day I went to work with my client. I was in my element. We were preparing to open the stock on Thursday. Everything went well on that Monday except I kept thinking about the lady from the previous evening. My mind kept wandering to all the naughty places it shouldn't and I was slightly distracted. Eventually the evening came and once again I called my wife. We chatted for a while and it became late. I actually fell asleep right after hanging up with her.

I awoke that night hearing noises again. This time the noises were stronger. It was faint moaning. I got up out of bed and went over to the wall and listened to see if I could hear better. It was definitely moaning. Was it the television? I couldn't tell. It sounded more real than noise from a television. My mind instantly began to go to the gutter. I came to the conclusion that she was pleasuring herself.

I know it's bad of me to think like that, but I knew that's what was happening. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was getting distracted on the biggest week of my career. Part of me was upset, but the other part was just...aroused. I went to lie back down. Her moans went on.

I had to get some sleep so naturally I went to the bathroom to take care of business. It didn't take long. I'm the type of guy who thinks of his wife when I jerk off. However, I imagine her doing naughty shit that she never does in real life. I used the moaner next door to my advantage. My wife rarely masturbates so as I stroked I thought of my wife being the one next door playing with herself. It was instant gratification of spasm after spasm.

It just so happened that shortly after I was done in the bathroom the moans stopped. I quickly fell back to sleep and slept like a baby.

Tuesday rolled around and despite the excitement of the previous evening I was busy and dialed in. Everything was coming together for my client. We locked in all the initial investors and solidified the opening price on the market. It took all of the day light hours until I was finished with my day and I was about done for the evening. I texted my wife and told her I was hitting the sack and I wouldn't be calling. In reality, I wanted to see if the neighbor lady was around. I walked by the bar in the hotel and thought about having a quick drink.

Things were much quieter than Sunday night and there were only a few people at the bar. I sat down and placed my order. I relaxed and basically day dreamed for a few minutes while my drink was poured. I couldn't believe everything that I achieved thus far in my career. My drink showed up and I began to take my victory shot.

"Well isn't that a stiff one, sir." I choked on my drink as the mysterious neighbor woman snuck up on me.

"Excuse me," I said with surprise.

She now approached me head on, "I said it was stiff. I'm the type of woman that likes it stiff as well."

I paused and looked dumbfounded as if I thought she was really looking at my dick.

"Your drink, sir, I'm talking about your drink," she said with a giggle. "How about you buy me a drink?"

I just gazed at her and couldn't speak as fast as my mind was moving. "Um, but I'm married."

She roared, "What does that have to do with anything. I just want you to buy me a drink, not take me to your bedroom. Speaking of which, aren't we neighbors?"

"Yeah, we're neighbors, I guess." I was really struggling to not sound like an idiot. She ate it up though. She was interested in me no matter how dumb I was or what I said.

"I'm Nadine Bennett, it is quite a pleasure..."

"Jonathon Foster, but everyone calls me Jon."

As the evening went on I had quite a discussion and found out that she was actually in business and looking to take her internet software company to the open market. I of course was interested in her from that standpoint. She was worth a great deal of money from my perspective. She on the other hand was interested in me from a physical standpoint. She was sending me signals constantly and I knew it would be interesting trying to leave her for the night.

"So I have to be going." I said without conviction. "I have a big day tomorrow and I need to unwind."

She looked at me and smirked, "As you wish, I'll try to keep it down tonight."

I just blushed and turned away. Obviously she was doing this all on purpose. I went up to my room and got undressed. Just as I was getting into bed the door knocked.

I went over to look and see who it was. I knew who it would be.

I opened the door. "I thought we should discuss our opportunities," Nadine said as she pushed through the door.

I was kind of uncomfortable at this point. It's one thing to think about cheating on your wife, but push was coming to shove real quick with this lady. She walked over to my chair next to the window. She had a very short dress on and it appeared that she freshened up prior to coming in. Her mascara and eye liner was thick, which made her eyes jump out. She still had her four inch stilettos on with a short red dress. Her hips had glided from side to side with purpose and she had a look of mischief.

I boldly told her, "Excuse me Ms. Bennett, but I did not invite you in. This is my private quarters and I don't do business in a hotel room."

She ran her hands down the sides of her legs onto her knees. Then she opened up her legs flashing me a quick view of her. I was shocked with her behavior, but I was also aroused. My wife had not come onto me in a while and it was difficult for me to resist the woman in my bedroom.

She then pierced me with her eyes, "Mr. Foster, I was not talking business; rather, I was talking about your burden. I can help to relieve your burden."

"What burden? I have no burden. The only burden I have is you in my room," I said firmly.

She got up and slowly approached me, "Fine then, you're not ready for me. It's alright, you will be before the week is over. If you could be a gentleman and unzip my dress I will be on my way."

I unzipped the dress. The dress had a built in bra so as soon as I was done unzipping she pulled her dress down exposing her breasts.

She rubbed her breasts slowly and deliberately. "Thank you, sir. I can see that big bulge of yours in your pants. Just know that I would let you put it wherever you want it."

I showed her out without saying a word. I went to bed shaking from the experience. I basically almost cheated on my wife and it was exhilarating.

She was moaning that night again. I didn't sleep a wink. The next day was the final day before my client opened on Wall Street. Luckily I had everything pretty well set and ready for launch. I ended my day early and spent a few minutes Skyping with Samantha. I felt somewhat remorseful when we spoke she kept asking me what was wrong. I didn't do anything, but felt guilty. I just told her I had a lot on my mind with the IPO.

After our conversation was done I grabbed a bite to eat and left for the pool. It felt good to just relax and enjoy peace and quiet. There was no one around for hours. I actually fell asleep just laying there. Around 9:00 pm I arose and couldn't believe how long I slept by the pool. It had to be the exhaustion from the drama the previous night and the lack of sleep. I went up to my room to decide on what I wanted to do.

It didn't take long for my wonder woman next door to begin poking off. This time she had her television on what had to be porn. If she was actually having sex with someone it would have been louder.

I went over to the wall to try and listen in. I sat there listening intently for several minutes. I had a good hummer going when suddenly the phone rang. It startled me to the point I fell back from the wall and my arm flung out to catch myself, hitting the lamp off the table. There was a loud crash and I quickly rushed to answer.

"Everything alright over there big boy?" a mysterious voice spoke.

"Yes, of course, everything is fine," I stammered for a response.

"Sounds like you're awfully worked up over there. Should I come over and relieve your stress?" she said with curiosity.

"I'm not stressed, I feel pretty comfortable. What exactly do you want Nadine?"

She paused, "Let me be frank with you,

I have a three billion dollar opportunity for you. My clients have already provided 60% of the cash to fund the IPO. I need you for the last 40%. If you can pull it off I will give you ten million dollars. Are you interested?"

I was dumbfounded. "Are you serious? What's the catch?"

"There's always a catch isn't there. Well, how about you come over to my room for a second."

I choked up. I didn't know what to do. I never had an offer for ten million. Heck I was only making a quarter of a million on the current IPO I was working. My wife and I could use that money, but my concern was what I had to do next because it may cause me not to have a wife.

My curiosity got the better of me. I figured I was in control and I could always walk away. I followed the mysterious woman into her room. She had all of the lights off, but her windows were open to the moonlight. Once my eyes adjusted it was pretty easy to see her.

She was slowly and deliberately walking over to the corner where there was a big chair. She got to the chair and then slowly looked over her shoulder for a second or two. Then she elegantly turned towards me with her hands on her hips. Again, she paused and pierced me with her eyes. After a few moments she dug her finger nails into the sides of her dress and hiked the material up.

She exposed her garter and hardwood floor. I was instantly and utterly aroused. My wife never shaved so seeing a bald pussy was something new and definitely exciting. She sat down slowly in the chair with a sexual smirk on her face. I turned away to leave because it was highly inappropriate for a married man, but I also didn't want to give in to her right away. Building sexual tension is my specialty.

"Do you like to eat cherries?" she said before I could open the door.

I stopped and turned, "This is a highly