Chapter 2: Tuesday

Robert arrived at his office only slightly later than usual, having being delayed by the traffic and having to make breakfast for himself while Megan was away. Thankfully, he didn't have any meetings scheduled for the morning.

Barely 30 minutes had passed when the receptionist called him on the phone.

"Mr. Thompson, there is a package here for your signature."

"Thanks, Christina. I'll be right out."

Robert got up and made his way to the reception area. 'Who would be sending me stuff? I don't remember ordering anything from the net recently.' he mused.

The packaged turned out to be padded enveloped. Robert signed for it and took it with him back to his office. He was more puzzled than ever about the content. It was sent via priority service with 10 o'clock guarantee delivery. The envelope was very light and not stiff so that ruled out documents or books. Once he sat back down in front of his desk, he shook it to see if it made any noise. But nothing came out of the envelope.

'Oh well, just have to open it and see.' he thought.

He ripped open the side and peeked into the envelope. Inside was a Ziploc plastic bag containing what looked to Robert some blue clothes? He pulled the plastic bag from the envelope and realised that the garment inside was a cotton shirt.

'Who would send me a shirt in a Ziploc bag?' Robert was puzzled. He looked inside the envelope again and noticed that there was a note also. He took it out and unfolded it to see a web site address written clearly in his wife's handwritings. The note was signed with her usual 'XOXO' and "PS. web site not work safe"

Robert was completely confused at this point so he left the shirt in the ziplock bag alone for the moment and turned to his laptop. He used it to take work with him home so no one will find it out of ordinary that he used it on his desk. First, he unplugged the network cable from the laptop. He didn't want his company IT department snooping on his machine remotely. Then he turned on his Wi-Fi network card and within a few seconds found an open access point from across the street. After going through the authentication process, Robert typed in the web site address and was taken to an online photo album service site. There was only one album there and it was named "Monday".

There were no thumbnail pictures on that page so he clicked on the "Next" link to open up the first photo. What greeted him was a photo of Megan in front of the desk in her hotel room. She was dressed in a light blue cotton shirt and a dark grey pinstripe pants. Both of them fitted to her torso like a glove and were what she would wear when she needed to be on site with clients. Her long brown hair was pinned up and the matching jacket could be seen lying on the bed in the background.

On the corner of the photo, Robert could see that it was in the morning when the photo was taken.

Robert clicked on the link again and the next photo was a close-up of Megan with her shirt unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, showing her matching blue lace push-up bra to the camera.

Robert clicked for the next photo. There was no photo but at the bottom of the page his wife had left a message.

"Honey, to make up for me not being there with you on your birthday I have prepared this surprise for you. I have to change it a bit since I am doing it away from home but I think you will like it nonetheless."

'Next' again. This one was obviously taken in the evening as the desk lamp lighted the hotel room and the open window showed that it was dark outside. In the photo, Megan sat in front of the desk as in the previous two photos.

"What's the surprise?" Robert was wondering aloud when he noticed that the top four buttons of Megan's shirt were undone and the wide expense of chest the gap exposed had a 'wet' look to it. He scrolled down a bit and saw that the upper edge of her bra cups were a shade of dark blue as if they were wet. When he scrolled to the bottom of the page Robert read his wife comment.

"Remember the fantasy you told me about a year ago? Well, I've decided that I will live it out for you for your birthday."

Robert knew which fantasy his wife was referring to. After having a long session of hot sex one weekend evening, they started trading sexual fantasies and Robert told Megan that one of his top fantasy is to have her to have sex with another man. Not just having sex, he explained back then, he wanted her to tease him or give him clues that she might be having sex with another man. Megan laughed and called him a complicated man, and said be careful what he wished for. Neither of them has since mentioned it and Robert had in fact forgotten about it until now.

His hand was shaking when he clicked on the mouse button to bring up the next photo. When it finally loaded up, Robert gasped. The photo was a close up of Megan's chest, starting from the bottom of her chin to the top of her abdomen. Her shirt had been unbuttoned completely and pulled apart to show her bra covered 34C tits and chest. The photo showed clearly her chest was covered with cum and they were dripping downward towards the bra. Some of them had already reached the top of the undergarment and was turning it dark blue.

Megan wrote at the bottom of the page, "Call me this evening at 6 o'clock with the package next to you and the photo page up and I'll tell you all about it. Do not call a minute before or open the package. If you do, this will be all you get for your birthday. XOXO"

The rest of the day was simply torture for Robert. He could hardly concentrate on his work as every few minutes his mind would wonder what his loving wife had done for him. Did she really have sex with another man? What was this man like? Was this man better than himself? How did she find him? The list of questions went on and on.

So when 5:30PM came Robert went straight out of the door and drove home as fast as he could without breaking the law. He made it home with 10 minutes to spare and he ended up just sat in front of the phone staring at it for the remaining minutes. Right at 6 o'clock, he picked the phone and dialled Megan's cell phone number.

Megan answered after only one ring, obviously waiting for him to call, "Hi honey. How's your day?"

"How is my day," thought Robert. "Torture, and you know why."

"Sure I do!" Megan laughed over the phone. "But it won't be fun otherwise."

"I guess you are right. So are you going to tell me what happened or not?"

"Not so fast! Tell me, are your cock hard right now?"

"It's been hard since this morning after seeing your photos!"

"Good! Just the way I want it. One more thing before I start." Megan asked.

"What?"

"You have to promise that you won't touch yourself until I tell you to. You can take it out of your pants but your can't touch it afterward until I say so. Ok?"

"Ok, ok. Whatever you want, just tell me what happened." Robert pulled his pants and underwear down in one go and sat back in the seat with his already hard cock sticking straight up.

"Here we go! After leaving work yesterday, I came back to the hotel and instead of going back to my room I stayed at the bar for a few drinks. Before I finished my first drink this guy sitting next to me was already chatting me up. He was also on business and staying in the same hotel. As soon as he saw that I was not wearing a wedding ring, because I took them off before getting into the bar, he started flirting with me big time."

"By the time I finished the next drink, his hand was already on my knees most of the time while we chatted. So to make sure I sent the right signal, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. When I got there I unbuttoned the third button on my shirt to show off more of my cleavage. I looked into the mirror and bent over slightly to make sure that he could see all the way down my chest. When I got back to my seat, I could tell he noticed the change straightaway because he couldn't tear his eyes away from my chest for more than a few seconds at a time."

Robert could just imagine how those beautiful tits would look like in his head.

"After another drink, I've finally worked up enough courage to ask him if he was kind enough to walk me back to my room. Of course he agreed and followed me to the elevators. I could see his rather large bulge sticking out from the front of his pants as we waited in the elevator lobby. As soon as the elevator door closed behind us, we were all over each other. One of his hands grabbed my ass through my pants while the other grabbed my left tit through my jacket. Then he moved his hand inside through the rather large opening in the front of my shirt and touched my bra covered tit. As he was doing that, I was stroking his cock through his pants. It was pretty large and hard, almost as large as yours!"