Chapter 6
The last sweetness of that magical long weekend on Mackinac Island was Tuesday morning when Sasha and I again shared a ride to the airport.
I was headed down to Texas—this time, visits to assembly plants not corporate HQs, but Sasha was still on short haul and would be home every night.
At least this time I knew that during my nightly calls home, I’d have her undivided attention—that there wouldn’t be a cockerel in my nest, preening himself and taking advantage of my absence to fuck the hen bird every chance he got.
In fact, not only would he be physically not present, the six hour time difference and my judiciously timed calls meant it would be hard even for him to call Sasha on FaceTime or Skype.
How sad! Not just physically cock-blocked, but emotionally cock-blocked!
My week in Texas was hard but productive: Toyota in San Antonio Tuesday and Wednesday, then Alan and I split the five-hour evening drive to Arlington for workshops with GM through Friday morning, tackling bottlenecks caused by upcoming model changes.
Model changes—the bane of the auto industry. Startup issues, two sets of components and settings, endless process tweaks: a recipe for disaster, especially when they were running flat out to build inventory of the new model.
So it was two very tired engineers who boarded the 13:24 out of DFW and back home to Michigan.
With all the long hours, networking, brainstorming and travel we’d done, we felt we’d thoroughly deserved the beers the smiling First Class flight attendant offered us.
Totally unplanned, as she’d be home every night, we’d used Sasha’s car on Tuesday morning so I had the luxury of a couple more beers than Alan!
But then again, he had a whole retirement’s worth of relaxation starting in just a few weeks’ time …
Thankfully the drive home was smooth and I was happy that there was no sign of Thomas’s SUV in our driveway.
He was due back over the weekend and it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d have used his airline privileges to jump on an earlier flight to get a little alone time with Sasha before I arrived home for the weekend.
“Hey, Sash, where are you, baby?” I hollered, stepping into the living room and seeing no sign of her on the main floor.
“Up here, baby,” she shouted back.
Wow, only eight p.m. and upstairs already, waiting for her man! Maybe I shouldn’t have had those last two beers. I felt a bloated, even after four nights away from my horny wife, not really ready for any kind of personal best.
“Hey, ba…” I called as I entered our bedroom, but the words died in my throat.
I was confused. Sasha was mid way through dressing to go out. All glammed up, a dress that looked like it had been sprayed on and left little to the imagination, she looked absolutely stunning. I already had a bad feeling.
“Wow, you look amazing! If I’d have known I’d not have had that last beer on the plane… give me twenty minutes to shower and change…”
“Oh, baby… don’t be silly… it’s not for you… you had me all to yourself all last weekend… no, this is for Thomas… he managed to pull his flight forward a couple of days… he says he can’t wait to see me,” she beamed.
The Inference clear as day, she couldn’t wait to see him, his handsome face and his big cock either. Her choice, husband back after four long hard days working for our future, or her dark-skinned stud boyfriend.
No contest, straight sets win for the new man in her life.