Wendy sat at her office desk and recalled the events from the last meeting with Dave. Having already surprised her with the visit to the cabin and subsequent visit to her office, they had a final weekend in the DoubleTree Hotel. Since then, they had phoned and chatted, but Wendy wanted more. She wanted the feel of Dave's body and his cock in her pussy once again.
She opened the banking app on her phone, checked her account, then checked airline ticket prices. She would have sufficient funds with a few working weekends and some overtime. On her home that evening, she stopped off at the mall and got her pictures taken, and then once home, she filled out her passport application.
A few weeks passed, and Wendy kept her plan to herself. Her passport arrived in the mail. Luckily her husband had not bothered to check it while she was at work. While chatting with Dave, she asked him about his time off and when he had it planned. She confirmed with her work and found that the same weeks were available.
Over supper, Wendy told her husband, Jerry, that one of her work colleagues had been planning a trip to Europe, but her travel companion had dropped out at the last minute, so she had asked Wendy to go with her. Jerry was stubborn, told Wendy they could not afford it, and asked what he would do without her. Wendy lied that she only had to pay a cancellation fee and would arrange for Jerry's sister to come over and ensure she fed him. Reluctantly, Jerry agreed, but only if his sister would stay and keep running errands for him. Wendy assured him that she would.
Finally, it was the day of Wendy's trip. She took the train to the airport, two hours away, and then checked in for her flight. The whole time her stomach was in knots with anticipation. During her last call with Dave, she ensured he would be home, but she still took a considerable risk.
Once on board, she sat next to a woman of similar age. They talked about the flight and what they planned to do. Wendy kept her real reason to herself until the other woman admitted to having an affair. At this point, Wendy told her the facts. She was amazed at the risk that Wendy was undertaking. Finally, they exchanged numbers to tell each other the outcome of their visits.
Wendy was surprised at how easy it was to clear immigration and transferred to her next flight. Finally, she arrived at Manchester Airport and collected her luggage.
She pulled out her phone and dialled the number, which was answered after two rings.
"Hi Dave, what you doing?"
After a pause, Dave replied, "Just sat at home, been doing laundry."
"In that case, get your sexy ass down here and pick me up from Terminal Three."
Dave, still in shock, drove the ten-mile drive to the airport, parked the car, and went to the terminal. He saw Wendy at once. She had a cardigan top on, the low cut of the neckline revealed her cleavage, and the knitwear strained across her 38DD breasts.
They hugged and kissed, their mouths meeting and moulding as one. Their embrace broke. Dave held her luggage in one hand and Wendy's in the other. They walked briskly to the car. One driving back to the house, Wendy explained how she had saved up for the trip and that she had to see him again.