Naked bartender slave tumblr11/26/2023 ![]() ![]() So it wasn’t the fear of rejection that kept me from agreeing … it was more the fear of breaking some hidden bond between Bill and I. I’m only 33 years old and by most standards, my appearance would be considered above average, and I’ve always had my share of men hitting on me. Nonetheless he urged me to give it a try for his piece of mind, so I gave him the standard female uncommitted response and said “maybe”. I love my husband and he is the only man I will ever love, so the idea seemed ludicrous. I know some women would call that a dream come true but I was genuinely disinterested. He went on to assure me that our love was strong enough to allow for such a thing, and insisted that I at least consider it. I couldn’t believe my ears… and told him I had no interest in being with anyone else but him, and that I could wait if need be.īut he continued telling me that he would feel better knowing that I wasn’t sitting in a hotel room crying night after night. On one such telephone call, many of which lasted for hours on end, Bill suggested something that nearly made me fall out of bed! He told me that if it would help me pass the time we were apart, that he would agree to my being with other men as long as I told him everything that happened. Little did I know to what extent he would go in order to insure my happiness. He said that he couldn’t sleep sometimes worrying about how miserable I was and promised to come up with someway to brighten my trip somehow. I still had another four weeks to go and began dreading the thought of being without him for so long, that I would often break down and cry before hanging up the phone. In this case Bill could see right through me and realized that I was not doing as fine as I pretended to be. We had been married for close to eight years and in that time one learns to tell via subtle nuances in your partner’s voice, just how well things are going. I had never been away from Bill this long before, and I looked forward to our nightly phone calls to cheer me up. I had been on the road for nearly three weeks and the closest thing to sex I had was a date with my fingers during a hot telephone call with my husband back home. My story took place while I was at a business trip, giving seminars for my company last summer. ![]()
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