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I was recently informed by my boss that I was to attend an out of town insurance seminar that would last most of a week. The seminar would be down in Florida, so I was looking forward to a week of warm weather, especially to get away from the cold Northern winters we have. The best part of the trip was the significant bonus that would come my way for attending. My only fear was telling my wife that I had to go away. It was their winter break (she works as a teacher), and I know she would go stir crazy with me being gone all week. My wife and I have been married over 10 years, and she looks much younger than her 41 years. She has very big breasts, and a cute ass that men drool over. She is very good at hiding her assets though, as we live in a small conservative town, and she dresses like a typical schoolteacher. Our marriage, like our sex life, is wonderful, we are as devoted to each other as the day we were married. After giving her the news about my trip, she came up with a solution. “Why can’t I go with you?” she asked. I gave that some thought, and approached my boss about the prospect of her attending with me. I offered to pay for the airfare, and promised I would only expense my meals, not hers. My boss said, “Well, the room is going to cost the same. As long as you attend the seminars, and you don’t think she would be bored, it’s fine with me.” As we were flying down on Monday, I realized that this was the first time in years we had been away from home. As with life, time had gone by quickly, and was looking forward to the evenings alone with my wife. Our sex life was good, but it had been awhile since we had been able to get away from our familiar surroundings. We got in late Monday night, and I prepared for my first seminar on Tuesday. I let Debbie sleep in, and spent the day wrapped up in different forms of liability insurances. When I got back to the room, Debbie said she had done a lot of walking around town, and had spent the day shopping. I was a little surprised with some of her purchases, as she bought a few items that were not what she would ordinarily wear around our small town. Debbie agreed with me, and apologized. She told me that she must have gotten caught up with the spirit of the warm weather, and promised me she would take back some of the inappropriate items she had bought. I suggested she keep one of the outfits, a low-cut silk blouse that was translucent, with a matching skirt. I suggested that she wear the outfit out to dinner, since we were away from home. We went to an outdoor café for dinner, and as we were waiting for our table at the bar area, I noticed a lady next to Debbie kept looking at her. She would glance at my wife, then look away embarrassed. A few times I caught her staring. When we were seated at our table, I mentioned the woman to my wife, who laughed it off, saying, “Well, I guess if |
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nice twist,DJ