What Happens in Dallas, Doesn’t Necessarily Stay In Dallas

Chapter 1



I’m Brandon. I was 36 when this took place a few years back. At the time I was married. 12 years to be exact. Like any married couple, we had our good times and bad. We lived outside of Pittsburgh at the time.


I work for a food production company. Had been there most of my adult life. I manage one division there. My wife, at the time, worked as an executive secretary for a Real Estate firm. At the time of when this story took place, we were in one of those down times. She was on the go all the time, and took many business trips with her boss. I know that they were having sex. You can just tell these things. One night she came home from a supposed dinner they had to attend.


I was horny that evening. Basically because we hadn’t fooled around in almost 3 weeks. And when we did, it was over in short time. My then wife was 4 years my senior, and still had a pretty good body for being 40. 5’5”, 140 pounds 36C chest, dirty blond hair, and matching landing strip on her mound. She always kept it neatly trimmed, but for the last year, she went with just a landing strip.


When she got home, I was already in bed, but awake. She went to the bathroom for a few minutes, then came out and crawled in bed, naked, which is how we always slept. I said hi to her when she got in. I didn’t think she’d be home when she did get there, so I was in the middle of stroking one off, so I was hard. I think I startled her when I said hi. She apologized for waking me, but I told her I was awake, in more ways than one.


I took her hand and guided it to my cock, and when she felt it, she let out a sigh. “Really? You want some? I am tired.” she said. She had also been drinking, because I could smell it on her breath. I didn’t say anything, but leaned over and sucked her one nipple. Then I started to kiss down her belly, when she stopped me.


“No. Don’t go there tonight. Just fuck me” is all she said. She generally never says things like that in bed, unless she is super horny or drunk. So I got between her legs. I rubbed her pussy, to start getting her wet. But she was already wet. So were her thighs. So I just pushed myself into her.


The feeling was different though. She is usually tight. Now I am not porn star gifted, but I am a bit over average at 7 inches, and fairly thick. But that night she was loose and really wet. I knew then she had already been fucked. I had my suspicions of this, but now this confirmed it. I just figured, “Fuck it. Just bang her and cum and be done with it. We can fight another time about this.”


It was over in like 5 minutes too. I did fuck her hard too, and she pretty much laid there. She moaned once in awhile, not her usual. And I know she faked an orgasm, because when she does, her pussy clamps down and gets super warm when she does. After I shot off in her, I rolled off and went to sleep. I was angry, and hurt, but did not let her know. It was f the last time we ever had sex. But that’s another story.



Chapter 2


About a month later, I had to go out of town to a food show in Dallas. I really hate going to these things. I’m usually stuck with my boss, who is a real killjoy. All business, almost 24 / 7. But this time, I was slated to go with another division manager, Mary, the Ice Princess, as she was dubbed by everyone. She hardly ever talked to anyone, but was also a fair, but tough boss that expected results from her crews, but also acted like she was pissed off about something. “Great” I thought. “This could be worse than going with the boss.”


I knew Mary from staff meetings and seeing her around the facility, but like most, knew very little about her. Except that she was married, with 2 kids and that she was 44. She always dressed conservatively, and was highly thought of by the upper management. Her division always made their quotas, as did mine. But, if single, I’d definitely wouldn’t mind being with her. Just check her attitude at the door.


We were to leave early Monday morning and be down there until Friday afternoon. I wanted to take my golf clubs, but having her along meant I had to go to all the events this show had scheduled. From what I heard around the facility, she was big on rules. This was going to be no fun at all.


Now Mary is attractive, but not stunning. She is 5’ 4, dark hair, brown eyes, and 36D chest. She is a bit chunky too, but carries it well. If she has a tummy roll, it is well concealed by her clothes. She also has a nice tan too, which I later found out because of her Italian / Mexican heritage. Her mom is Mexican and her dad Italian. Now I am not a bad looking guy, some say handsome. I am 5’ 9 170 lbs, brown hair and eyes. I do have a slight gut from chugging way too many beers and not enough exercise.


The flight down was pleasant, since she sat 3 rows in front of me. When we waited at the airport, she wanted to go over the itinerary for the coming week. “Kill me now” is all I could think. On that flight, I was trying to think up ways to break free from her for at least one day, but hopefully more.


The cab ride to the hotel was quiet this time, which I was thankful for. By the time we checked in, it was almost 1pm and I was famished. I asked her if she wanted to do lunch, but she said no. We both were on the same floor. I was shocked that we had rooms next to each other. “Shit” I though. “There goes any chance of hooking up with someone”


I had already made up my mind that if my wife could cheat, I could too. I knew this marriage was heading to one place, and one place only, divorce. So after hanging up my clothes and putting other stuff in drawers, I went downstairs to the restaurant in the hotel. I knew later there was to be a meet and greet function that I would have to attend with Mary. I didn’t hear from Mary the rest of the afternoon, until she knocked on my door at 6pm.


At the meet and greet, I noticed Mary drink some sort of cocktail. Again she dressed conservatively, with tan pants and a white blouse. Although it did show off a little of her olive complexion breast. We did make small talk for once. Not all business related. After meeting with a few reps, from various companies, I suggested dinner.


Maybe it was the drinks, but she smiled for once and said, “Let’s”. We asked around about restaurants nearby and were pointed to a nice Italian joint a few blocks away. It was typical of many Italian places, but had that homey feeling to it. After looking at the menu for a bit, Mary asked if I enjoyed wine. Which I did. She picked a nice red.


Again, she started to relax more, as the wine flowed. As we ate, she asked me a very pointed question. “Brandon? I know most everyone thinks I am a bitch, and I am fine with it, but do you think I am?”


“Honestly?” I asked…….. “Yes. Please” she said.


“No Mary. I don’t think that you are. I know how many feel at the facility. But I have never found you to be, at least towards me. I do think you are all business, and that, can be a drag. Especially in a setting like this. Where no co-workers, or even people we may know, are at.”


“Well I am glad”, Mary said, then continued. “I try real hard to keep feelings and emotions out of my work life. I just feel that I have to do better than everyone else, to keep my position, or even move up in our business. Couple that with a mixed ethnicity, and it is a lot harder for me, than many.”


She then went on to explain about her Mexican mom and Italian dad, and her home life, before marriage. She told me that she has been married 22 years now, but it is in name only. That kind of shocked me, that she would even open up about it. I believe the wine and the cocktail earlier is loosening her up some. I told her that I was married for the last 12 years and had one son.


Then she said, “I bet your marriage is a strong one, unlike mine.”


“Honestly. It is not. She’s having an affair, and I really don’t give a shit at this point. In the last year, I can count on one hand the amount of times we had sex. So this has been going on for a while now.”


“Oh Brandon. I am so sorry.” she said…… I chuckled and said, “Yeah. That’s life. I try not to let it bother me, and now have come to grips with it. I have seen a lawyer. I just feel bad for Billy, my son.”


“I know what you mean. The only reason I am still there is because of my daughters. One is a senior, and the other is a junior. Once they are gone, and off to college, so am I. We even sleep in separate bedrooms, and have for the last 2 years. He’s been cheating on me for longer than that. It just took me a while to realize it. Hell, we hardly talk anymore, except for kid stuff. But at least you have had some sex in the past year. It’s been over 2 years for me. And, when we did, it sucked.”


I sat there and listened intently, as she ranted. This was probably the first time she had ever opened up to someone, or at least, someone she worked with. As dinner started to end for us, I made a comment to her.


“You know. For the rest of the week, just be the real Mary. The one you really want to be. Stop thinking about work. Have some fun while we are down here. You know the old Vegas line. But here the city name changes. What goes on in Dallas, stays in Dallas…. Because I’ll never say a word to anyone.”


At least I got her to smile some, after I said it. She didn’t reply, but just smiled. We walked back to the hotel in relatively quiet mode. Just a little chit chat about tomorrow. I told her I would meet her for breakfast at 8am. Once we made it back to our rooms, she stopped, just before entering.


“Thank you Brandon. You are a good listener. It felt good to get some shit off of my chest. As I am sure you can tell, I don’t have many friends, and I keep everything bottled up inside. So Thanks. I will try not to be a Debbie Downer anymore this week.”


“You are welcome, and thank you too, for listening. I too am not blessed with too many friends, and no one knows my intentions with my marriage. So your secret is safe with me, as long as mine is with you.”


She just leaned over and kissed my cheek, then said, “That’s a deal.”



Chapter 3


We met around 8 the next morning for breakfast. Today, she dressed in a light blue dress, and small heels. She even let her hair down some and I noticed she had on some makeup, which I have never really seen on her before. She looked quite attractive, at least to me. The top of the dress did plunge a little, but not enough to show too much boob.


As we ate, we went over what we were to do this day. Boring as hell, if you ask me. But this was her first time at one of these, so she was excited. Personally, I’d rather hang out in my room all day, naked with her, or some other woman. Then, towards the end of our meal she asked,


“Brandon?… Do you find me attractive?”


I had to think on what I was about to say. With how the world in now and being politically correct and all. Last thing I needed was talking with HR when I got back.


“You’re kidding….. Right?”…..


“No. I am serious… You are a man, and I value your opinion.. And don’t worry, I’m not reporting you to HR…. Unless… You say I am as ugly as sin.” then chuckled.


“Mary.. I think you are very attractive. And, if I can be so bold, Sexy. Why do you ask?”


She let that question hang for a moment or two. “I just value your opinion. Couple that with how my husband makes me feel, and that I have never been hit on, either at work or out somewhere.”


I chuckled. “Mary… No man at work is going to hit on you. Not with how things are in this day and age. Hell, calling a woman dear or honey could land a guy in a heap of shit. Your husband is a fool, if you ask me. But yes. I find you very attractive.”


She smiled, then said, “Thanks… I find you attractive too”, then said nothing more.


We visited a lot of booths that day and took in a few seminars, which were really sell jobs to buy their products. Towards the end of the day, she surprised me when she said, “Oh Shit… This is mind numbing.” I just laughed and said, “Yeah. I know.. I hate coming to these things….”


“Then let’s head back to the hotel, relax some and go out for dinner and anything else we can find to do afterwards” she said. I agreed with her. We agreed to meet at 7pm. One thing about our rooms, they had a connecting door between them. As I stood in the shower, all I could think about was Mary, maybe naked right now, taking a shower too. I’d love to ravish her body and make slow passionate love to her the first time, then fuck like 2 teenagers after.


About 6pm I got a text from my wife, stating that our son was spending a few days with her mom and dad. She had to go out of town to purchase a property in Philly.


“Yeah. Right… You are just going to fuck and suck your boss.” I thought. I was tempted to say something to that effect, but felt, why.. Our marriage is done for anyways. Let her fuck whoever she wanted too.


At 5 till 7, there was a knock on the connecting door. I was already dressed in black slacks and a dark blue button down shirt. Nothing fancy. I opened the door and my mouth had to have hit the floor. Standing before me was a knockout of a woman.



Mary was wearing this dark red dress, that has a plunging neckline. Her gold necklace rested at the bottom, inside her cleavage. She even had her hair down, along with a medium shade of red lipstick, which I never saw her wear in the time I’ve known her.


She looked absolutely sexy. Looking at her sex legs to her black pumps. Then I noticed her gold ankle bracelet. “ Damn” I thought. If she is trying to seduce me, it’s working. Hell, if she said I could have her if I sucked a guy’s dick, I’d do it in a heartbeat.


“ Mary. You look absolutely beautiful. I truly mean that.”


She smiled and thanked me and said I looked great too. I went to a drawer and pulled out a tie. She laughed and asked what I was doing. “ Trying to look halfway decent”


I let her pick the place to eat. To my surprise, she picked this steak house. I guess, when in Texas, eat as Texan’s, where steak is King. On the cab ride over, we noticed a Jazz nightclub. We both remarked that it looked like fun, and plans to visit after dinner.


Dinner was fabulous. Our conversation went smoothly, not like the night before. We explored what each other liked, and disliked. We both like to ski, snow and water. She even likes camping, which my wife hates. Then she asked,


“ Brandon, does my age bother you?”


“Heaven’s no. Plus you’re what, 33? , and age is just a state of mind. If you feel and act young, then you are.”


She laughed, “ Right now I feel like some college kid out on a first date, and not a 44 year old mother of 2. But, I have admit, this is fun and I really enjoy the person I’m with.”


“ Good. I really am enjoying being with you as well. …. What say we check out that Jazz joint”



The nightclub wasn’t packed, but a good crowd. The live music was excellent too. The band then played a slow ballad, so we danced to it. She felt wonderful in my arms. She wore a perfume that really got me going too. It wasn’t overpowering and smelled wonderful, which I let her know.


As for drinking, we settled on a nice white wine. If this wasn’t a date, then I have no idea what is. We danced a few more times before she suggested heading back. I assumed she was tired. Me? My adrenaline was flowing and I was hardly tired.



Chapter 4


Once in the hotel lobby, she grabbed my hand and guided me to the little store they have. She picked out a box of cheese crackers and then a bottle of white wine. I raised an eyebrow at her.


She giggled and said, “ let’s have a pajama party. I’m hardly tired and don’t want the night to end.”


“ Uh. Small problem.” I said…… She looked at me, like something was majorly wrong.


“What?’….. “I don’t wear pajamas.”


She laughed. “Boxers or Briefs?”


“Boxers” I said…. She smiled, “There you go then”


I didn’t question any more and went with the flow. Standing at the elevators, we had to wait. As we waited, a big group came up and waited too. When the door opened, we went to the back of the car. I was against the wall, and Mary stood in front of me. Our rooms were on the 18th floor.


Mary was right against me now and her butt was right against my crotch, and she knew it. All I was thinking was don’t get hard, or she may freak. But freak she didn’t. She wiggled her butt a few times, which made junior respond in a way I didn’t want it too. She even grabbed my free hand and squeezed it.


The last of the people got off on the 15th floor. So now it was just her and I. She didn’t move at anytime, but I spun her around, looked into her eyes, then let my lips meet hers.


Our lips opened and her tongue snaked into my mouth. It was a sensuous, yet passionate kiss. As the car stopped, and the door opened, we continued to kiss, but the broke it off and exited.


She then walked quickly to our rooms, with me behind her, watching the sway of her butt. She opened her door and told me to unlock the inner door, and that she would be over in a few.



20 minutes later, the door opened and in walked Mary. I was just about ready to turn off the light and go to bed, thinking she may have had second thoughts about this. And now, If I thought she looked great before, she was over the top hot. I think my tongue even got hard.


She had on a red silk night shirt. One the went mid thigh but cut up on the sides to just below her hips. It was button down and the top 4 were undone. I was sitting against the headboard, with my legs extended out, and wearing only my black boxers. I could feel my cock twitch, just looking at her.


“Sorry” she said, “I was talking to my oldest daughter, who is 19. Apparently, the asshole isn’t home and hasn’t been all night. I mean my kids are old enough to take care of themselves, but damn, he could at least come home and check on them. My daughters hardly talk to him as well.”


“It’s ok Mary. Had you not come through the door, I would have been fine with it. Ok. a little disappointed. I won’t lie Mary. I really like you. Like you a lot. I really love spending time with you. But I know what you mean about a spouse. Mine dropped ours with her parents until Thursday. She supposedly needs to go with her boss out of town. The more I think of it, the more I am glad I talked with a lawyer.”


As I was talking, she opened the wine and poured us each a glass, then handed me one, and moved onto the bed. She sat next to me, with her back against the headboard, and her legs outstretched like mine.


“Oh Brandon. I am so sorry. I’m sure neither of us signed up for a life like this. I know I didn’t. All I ever wanted was a partner that loved me, and treated me with respect and love. I had that for a few good years. But, then after I had our second daughter, I did notice a change in how he acted towards me. I had gained a good 20 pounds with that pregnancy, and had a hard time getting rid of it.” she chuckled then, but continued, “God. I can’t believe I am telling you this.”


“You don’t have to Mary. I understand.” I said.


“No. It’s okay. I think I need to unload on someone, and you have been a great listener so far. But after that, he hardly ever touched me, and our sex went almost to nothing. Before that, we were very active sexually. I used to love when he would just grope me in the kitchen, or anywhere really. I never said no to sex. I loved it as much as he did. But after that weight gain, it almost just died. Then I went on a diet and started working out. It helped for a few years, but he had changed. For the last 10 years, we have been married, but in name only.