Ruthanne opened her eyes to a darkened bedroom, the clock on the nightstand reading 1:30. ”I’ve been out for eight hours?” she mumbled stumbling into the bathroom. It was only after she turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror that she remembered that Jake was gone for the next five days.

Stripping off her sweats and T, the lanky brunette turned on the shower, stepped under the slightly stinging jets and let the needles sooth her. As the water splashed against her heavy breasts, she thought back to over a year ago, to the very first time Jake had touched her. This snap-shot of a moment was one Ruthanne masturbated to often, the first time she knew that Jake was the man for her. Jake had been so gentle, caressing and touching her so artfully with his obviously strong hands; where most men pulled and pawed at her big breasts, he had been almost tentative. She had fallen for Jake then and there and they were married within that year.

“Oh, Jake,” she sighed as she slid one hand down over her flat belly to just the top of her pubic bone, the other grabbing her big right breast. ”Oh, Jake,” she repeated into the hot water as she got up on tip toes, clutched her dewy tit, tickled her index finger down to her clit and…came.
Ten minutes later Ruthanne was dried, warm and curled up with a pillow between her thighs, dreaming of her husband.

A virgin on their wedding night, Ruthanne had become sexually alive this last six months of her new marriage. The orgasms her husband coaxed from her with his rather large cock, his fast tongue and those perfect big hands were addictive. She woke out of a fitful sex dream and feeling the heavy tension between her legs from the obvious humping of Jake’s pillow, the long-limbed lady lifted her left breast and took her nipple in her mouth. Sucking on herself, pressing her pelvis onto the tented pillow, Ruthanne came even before fully waking.

Knowing she’d just go on masturbating for five days, Ruthanne rolled over to the phone on her nightstand. ”Please give me the number for Mex-Air reservations,” she said.

The flight from Chicago to Mexico City was uneventful except for the fact the Ruthanne was literally squirming in her seat. When the Captain announced: “We will be landing in Mexico City in ten minutes, please fasten you seat belts.” Ruthanne did just that, the belt cutting erotically between her heaving bare breasts under this pretty floral dress she had worn just for Jake. De-boarding and a thirty-minute cab ride later, Ruthanne stood waiting impatiently at the front desk of the “El Condor” as the lone clerk finally looked up from this phone call.

“My husband is staying here, his name’s Jake Gannon. He’s with ‘Med-Sure’” Ruthanne said. The clerk punched a few buttons on the computer. ”Room 1154, take those elevators to the eleventh floor and turn right.”

Nodding thanks, the tall woman sprinted for the elevator. Feeling that squishiness between her legs she rode the elevator alone then took five steps down the hallway to stand in front of room 1154. Knocking softly, settling her breath, smoothing her hands down her slinky dress, after what seemed to be an eternity-but was not more then 30 seconds-the door swung open. Jake’s secretary, Claire stood in the doorway.

“W-what are you doing here?” Ruthanne stammered to the stunned Chinese girl.

“We were just going over tomorrow’s itinerary,” the little woman said. An instinctive jealousy grew in Ruthanne’s gut as she barged in past Claire, but her rising anger was just as quickly quelled when she walked into the scene of Jake and several Mexican gentlemen seated at a table littered with papers. Jake turned his head, and with his mouth hanging open almost shouted: “Ruthie, wha…what are you doing here!?!”

“I-I just wanted to surprise you…I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Jake leaped to his feet and put his arms around his shaken retreating spouse. Turning back to his guests he said: “Can we take this up tomorrow!?!” The room quickly emptied as the men nodded to Ruthanne and Claire smiled and said goodbye. Tears poured from Ruthanne’s eyes the second the room was empty.

“I’m sorry you felt compelled to come all this way,” Jake said taking his wife in his arms. ”It’s all my fault,” Ruthanne replied in the crux of his elbow. “It’s just that I missed you and it’s the first time we’ve ever been apart and I just couldn’t take being alone, and…” Jake pulled his wife from his hug, smiled down to her and said: ”Let me get you a drink.”

“No,” Ruthanne said, took a step back and wiggled down her dress.

“Ruthanne!” Jake said to his completely naked wife.

“I was going crazy on the plane, wondering if somebody could tell I was naked underneath…which of course made me even crazier.”

“You are so naughty.”

“Naughty for you,” she said stepping out of the splash of material at her heels.

“No, no, really Ruthanne, naughty,” Jake said, took a step to his wife and stopped her advance with a hand on her arm.

“Naughty enough to be punished before we begin anything here.”

“Jake?”

“I’m flattered, really, but I can’t have you sprinting after me on business trips, interrupting meetings like a jealous wife.” Jake said turning his pretty wife in her heels. ”Before we get to the obvious reason you’ve come,” the big man continued and began to help Ruthanne bend over the edge of the conference table. “…we need to make sure this doesn’t happen
again.”

Before Ruthanne could protest, react or even spread her legs sufficiently her husband’s usually gentle big hand SWAT her right ass cheek! God, she thought, her pussy flooding even more, Ruthanne really had missed Jake.