It's been a while since I wrote on this saga.

Our wedding trip to Italy and Cyprus was a fantastic ten days. Rome was interesting with the old structures and the Vatican. We were jet lagged for a few days when we first arrived in Rome, but it wore off. We made up for the lack of sleep with sex, and more sleep.

After several days in Rome, we spent a few days visiting Simone’s mother’s family in Cyprus. We went sightseeing around the island and the Mediterranean beaches. I enjoyed the food and likely put on a few pounds.

Simone had to brush up on some of the native Greek language, but her mother’s family spoke English, also.

When we arrived back to our home, we had the task of finding another place to live. Simone wanted to sell or donate the little bit of furniture I had, and I didn’t have much to say about that.

She let me keep my recliner, but it went into the spare bedroom at the house we rented.

We spent the remaining time off we had, which stretched from two weeks to a third, because we had to move before the month expired. Our leases had been long over with, and we had a month-to-month rent at our own apartments.

Our friends assisted with moving, and after two days, we were settled in. We had to go through the wedding gifts, and I left Simone with the thank you notes.

Our house was close to Simone’s office and the distance to my company added about ten minutes. We met one of our neighbors, an elderly couple who were friendly.

A year after we moved in, Simone’s company offered her a promotion. She was so excited to tell me, that when she called, I thought she had got in some serious trouble somehow. She assured me that there wasn’t anything wrong.

But the promotion included corporate travel for training.

On the night before her trip, Simone was nervous, fretting over what she would wear for the week. The training was to be in Tampa, Florida, so I told her to bring something for warm weather.

“Be sure to bring one or two of your dresses with the matching jacket. Instructors like to keep the classrooms cold,” I advised her.

Simone cocked her head, “Why’s that?”

“To keep the students from falling asleep. A warm class and boring lectures tend to make people fall asleep, especially after lunch.”

She nodded, then picked out something that had a light cover to match the dress. She had a blue jean jacket and packed that, also.

“Bring a raincoat, too,” I added. “Florida weather can change quickly.”

Simone ended up packing a suitcase and a garment bag for her dresses. After things were packed, I told her to walk around the house with it, so she could get an idea of what she was up against at the airports.

The next morning, I dropped Simone off at the airport, and she was nervous. But I assured her she would be fine and her allotment of clothes she picked out would draw some attention.

“Smart ass!” she replied before kissing me one last time.

I checked the weather in Tampa, when I got to my office. The forecast called for rain on most of the week, so Simone was prepared.

She called me after her flight landed and said there was a driver waiting for her in the terminal.

“First class all the way!” I laughed.

“Austin, I’m worried. What if I can’t handle this promotion?”

I assured her things would turn out just fine, and not to worry about it.

Now, I haven’t been alone since we became engaged. I didn’t have any plans except to watch some sports on television.

Simone called that evening, while I was eating some Chinese takeout.

She guessed what I was eating, laughing. Then she told me about the class, and how there were five others in attendance. There were three guys and two women from different parts of the country.

There were two instructors, who were from corporate headquarters, a man who talked about the corporate internals, and a woman who talked about human resources.

Naturally, I asked if anyone took an interest in her. Simone paused, then said, “No, I don’t think so.”

Her pause made me wonder, so I asked if she were interested in anyone.

“Austin, this is business, and I’m supposed to be professional!”

I laughed, “Simone, managers are the worst when it comes to sexual encounters.”

We chatted a bit more about the hotel room she didn’t have to share, some things about Tampa, the food, and the personalities of her classmates.

I asked how she liked it. She said it was OK, then said she was going to sleep.

The next day, Simone called and told me some more about the class and how they were put into two groups. Her group consisted of two guys, while the other group was two women and a guy.

They were given scenarios about dealing with internal affairs and handling conflicts, then solving them.

I mentioned I had to take several of those and hated the courses. But mine was online and I could put in the wrong answers on purpose.

Simone told me I was childish.

The third night, Wednesday, after Simone called, I decided to go to the casino. I hadn’t been there in a long time, and I wanted to see what was going on.

I got a drink at one of the bars and studied the people for a few minutes.

Then, I decided to walk around and kill some time.

As I was checking out a crap table, someone tapped me on my shoulder. To my surprise, it was Amanda, from the not-so-distant past.

“Austin, I thought that was you!” she said as she hugged me.

I stammered, “It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

Amanda held her arms around my shoulders, smiling.

“I’m doing well. Russ is here somewhere. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you!”

Amanda kissed me, then said, “Come on, let’s surprise him!”

Amanda was as hot as I remembered, perhaps better, I thought.

She wore a tight red dress that did not hide cleavage or her shapely ass and body. I silently bet she would make a great porn star, and I had physical and mental proof of that.

We found Russ sitting at a one-armed bandit in the high stakes area, cursing.

“Russ, I found a friend of yours!” Amanda said in a sweet, seductive tone.

Before Russ turned, he swore, “This is what I get playing these fucking machines!”

When he turned, his face lit up, “Austin, you’re just the man I’ve been thinking about, and we need to talk business.”

I wondered what he had in mind, and since Simone was away, I might get a chance to play.

Russ took me to a booth, ordered up a round of drinks and we discussed some business. Amanda wasn’t interested and went off to play some video poker or something.

Later, after he proposed what he was wanting, I asked Russ about that room, and he sort of blushed.
“Yes, Amanda brings in some, but not very often.”

I smiled and told him I appreciated his discretion and privacy.

He ordered another drink for himself about the time Amanda returned.

We chatted about my marriage, and Amanda complimented Simone’s pictures.

I figured any chance I may have had with Amanda flew out the room.

Well, things change.

Russ excused himself to the men’s room, leaving Amanda and I alone.

Amanda moved close to me, then asked, “Do you remember that night we first met?”

“How could I?” I smiled.

“Russ is drunk, and I was wondering if you could do us a favor. Can you see us home, to make sure we get there safely?”

I was stunned, “Yes, I think I can.”

Russ returned to the table, plopped down on the chair, and then looked at us.

Amanda asked him if he was OK, and added it was time to leave.

“Austin agreed to follow us so that we get home safely. Is that OK with you?”

Russ nodded and handed her his car keys.

We stopped at the guardhouse, where the guard looked back at me after Amanda explained who I was.

As I drove by, the guard seemed to know why I was there and gave me a dirty look, so I got the impression. “To heck with him, he’s jealous,” I thought as I parked in Russ’ driveway.

Amanda assisted Russ up to bed, then returned to where I was in their den. I happened to be standing by a plush chair.

“Austin, I want to thank you for seeing us home,” Amanda said as she put her arms around my neck.

Then she began to kiss me, as I held onto her hips.

I put my hands on her ass and squeezed it some, as Amanda pulled in closer.

She stepped back, loosened the back of her dress, and it fell to her feet.

She was wearing some red thong panties and a matching lacy bra.

“Austin, I hope you don’t mind,” she said as she instructed me to sit.

She loosened my pants, then pulled them to my feet along with my underwear.

She took my cock, stroked it and kissed the tip of it. Then she proceeded to take it in her mouth, concentrating on getting her nose to touch my belly.

Amanda began to show her throating skills, and I didn’t last long before she got her reward.

When she was satisfied, I had no more to offer, she kissed the tip of my cock, wiped her mouth with her hand, then helped me stand.

“Thank you, once again, Austin. I enjoyed seeing you again.”

After I dressed, Amanda hugged me at the door.

The guard gave me another disgusted look as he opened the gate.