In the morning, I woke up to having my cock sucked, and Mariah smiled up at me, a beautiful vision even with her freshly-fucked and little sleep look going on. We went another slow, sensual round, which wound up slowly into frenetic fucking, and both came intensely. I was amazed I had anything left after the previous night, but she coaxed it all out of me and into her eager pussy. Then we showered and booked down to the conference, thankfully only a few minutes late.
As I sat next to Jim, he gave me a knowing smile. “Finally gave in, eh brother?” he whispered. I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. “Good for you.” I knew eventually he’d ask for details, and I’d give them, but for now, we just sat back and listened to the closing day. We wrapped around noon, and I went and packed up my room. Looking around at the remnants and evidence of the previous night, I left about $50 with a note that said “For housekeeping,” hoping to keep them happy. I went down to the lobby, where Jim was already waiting, and asked them to ring us a car to the airport.
“Heading out, guys?” Mariah called from behind me.
“Yeah. Want to share a car to the airport with us?”
“I’d love to, but I don’t leave until 9 tonight. I don’t fancy hanging around the airport for that long.” She leaned in and kissed me. “When are you coming to my neck of the woods?”
“Probably about six months.”
She pouted. “Oh well. I’ll look forward to it, even if I would like it to be sooner.”
“Me too,” I lamented, giving her another kiss.
“No worries,” she said with a grin, “we’ll make up for lost time when we see each other.”
I gave her one more kiss and joined Jim, walking to the car. We exchanged a knowing grin, and he shook his head again. We didn’t really talk until the plane ride, during which he told me all the play by play of his rematch night with Charlie, and how she was threatening to make a trip to the states to see her cousin and drop in to see him on the way. I let him pry the story out of me, and he sat with his jaw half open as I gave him the full events of the night. Finally, as I wound up, he chuckled and shook his head. “Never stand between a woman and what she wants, brother,” he said, wide-eyed.
“I guess not.”
“You mad at all?”
“With her? Not really. I was a bit at first, but I got over it. I think it was the push I needed. Plus it was really incredible sex. Like, seriously, the best I’ve ever had by a mile.”
“Yeah, but how was it in the morning when you sobered up?”
“Not as intense with the body high, but it was still pretty fucking amazing.”
“You gonna do it again?”
“Only with her.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“Yeah. I’d love to lie, but I will. That was one of the craziest nights of my life.”
He chuckled again, wished me luck, and reclined his seat back to get some sleep. I putzed around on my computer for a bit, finally got tired of keeping busy, and put my own seat back. For the first time in my life, I fell asleep on a plane.
When I got back home, it almost seemed like the world looked a bit different. Yeah, it was rainy, but I was genuinely happy to be home, play with my kids, and have a relaxing Sunday away from all the crap of work and life. Theresa had made herself up, I noticed, her makeup and hair done, and she had ditched the mom sweats for a long, flowy skirt I had bought her some years back. She even was genuinely nice to me for the first time in months, and after dinner, she shooed the kids to bed quickly and asked me to talk. I agreed and followed her into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and motioned me to sit beside her. I waited in silence as she composed herself and tried to summon words.