No one really questioned why Tony and Peter went on so many father and son road trips.
They just assumed that Tony and Peter used their frequent weekends away to avoid the stress of being Starks and instead to get the chance to just be a family.
But that wasn't they really used the trips for.
Because in the motel rooms they rented where no one knew who they were Tony and Peter weren't father and son, they were lovers
Various things happen in both of our lives that mean we don't see each other for months. We speak almost daily, but I'm desperate to get my hands on him.
When we finally get something booked it seems to roll around quite quickly. Husband thinks I'm going out with the girls from work and staying over with one of them. I keep it vague and try to give the impression I won't be upset if it gets cancelled.
We're meeting about an hour from where I live, so I factor travel time in to my cover story. On the day I get a text from Lover at around lunchtime saying he has been delayed by road closures. I can't think of any convincing reason for my story to change so I continue as arranged.
"You're putting in a lot of effort for an office night out" comments Husband as I'm getting ready that evening. I'm wearing a gorgeous black body suit which I love, often wear under everyday clothes. Perhaps if he paid more attention he would know that? I put on a a maxi dress with a thigh high slit, lace topped hold ups and a thick black belt to highlight my waist.
I feel good, but it's made me a bit nervous that he might be suspicious, so I throw my make up in my handbag to do when I get there.
On the way I phone Lover and he gives me his new ETA. I've got about an hour to kill when I get to the hotel, so I check in and do my make up, then watch TV for a while. I look out the window for him but I can't work out where I am in relation to the main road, but it kills a few minutes.
He phones me when he arrives, and I head to reception to meet him.
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Neither of us remember exactly when we started this, but I know roughly when it was. It's coming up to a year and I want to acknowledge that. I mention it on an early morning call.
"Do you realise this has been a year now?"
"I know! It's crazy"
"How did we end up in this mess?"
"It's not a mess, it's all under control" he says. I can hear the smirk in his voice.
I think for a moment.
"You're right. It's contained. I do feel like I've got the best of both worlds with this arrangement."
"Same here"
Later I mention it to Best Friend.
"You do seem happy with the situation" she says. "I thought this was going to be a disaster but it seems to be working for both of you"
Our birthdays are rolling around again and I ask him for a video call on mine. I'm not expecting him to oblige but I miss seeing his smiling face and the twinkle in his eye.
"I'll see what I can do"
The day before we arrange a time and sure enough he video calls me. I head to one of my secluded quiet spots and we talk for a while, but I'm on my lunch break so time is limited. It's lovely, I miss talking to him like that. That's not to say I'm not happy with our set up, only that I'd like to see him more.
That evening I send him some photos in place of a birthday fuck, wearing a black lace body suit that I know he likes. I wore it on our night away. I love the affect it has on him, and how it feels as he licks me through the fabric.
"I'd fuck you senseless in that" he replies.
"You did! Happy for a repeat performance whenever you can fit me in"
"That outfit definitely needs an encore"
Mmmm, it sure does.
I never imagined we'd be in this position one year on, and in spite of myself I am happy with it. I know it can't go on forever, but I'll enjoy it while it lasts. If we stopped having sex we would still be friends, but if we weren't friends any more I would really miss him.