Wife on offer (closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace Parker chatted with the other company wives as the mid size Lear charter jet punched its way through the rarified air high above the Atlantic. With stops to refuel it was going to take fourteen hours to get from the west coast to Nice and it would be another hour by car to Monaco after that.

Her husband Paul sat up front with his management team, going through objectives for the trip one last time, as if the main reason for going to the Formula1 Grand Prix was business. It wasn’t but it helped from a tax perspective if they could make it look like that. Meetings and schmoozing clients had been planned in but there was plenty of free time too.

It was the first year that Paul’s company had become a sponsor of one of the F1 teams in Europe. Not a top team but one of the middle ranking ones. A team who could do well at the slow Monte Carlo circuit with a bit of luck. Becoming a sponsor gave Paul and Grace access to some of the biggest events during race week as well as access to the pit during the race itself. Grace knew Paul was excited about that, he was a big race car fan and as for Grace, she couldn’t wait to meet the celebrities and the rich and famous. Perhaps even the Prince himself.

Not even Paul could have imagined when he’d started writing code in his parents’ basement that twenty years later he’d be the head of a billion dollar software business. Grace certainly hadn’t predicted it but she’d seen potential in him and fairly early on she’d decided she could do a lot worse for herself than Paul. So she’d nailed her colours to Paul’s mast so to speak and married him.

Within reason Grace could have had anyone she’d wanted back then and Paul had known that. He’d been a good provider she’d been a loyal and supportive wife to him. They’d made a good team and stood the test of time when many others hadn’t.

Now she was 39 and he 42. Through hard work in the gym Grace had retained her looks and when the gym hadn’t worked the surgeon’s knife had. Grace still looked good and she knew it.

But after twenty years of marriage however nobody could blame them for letting things go a bit stale in the bedroom. Their sex life had tailed off gradually, almost imperceptibly over a number of years and now it was a shadow of what it used to be. It frustrated Grace and worried her too. She had the body of someone much younger and the need to put it to good use. But she also felt that if Paul wasn’t interested in her then he might look elsewhere, even though he’d never shown any indication of wanting to do so. Grace wished she could have said the same. Sometimes she looked at the young men’s’ bodies in the gym and wanted their muscular flesh touching hers. But she was a good wife and her fantasies stayed just that.

Grace had thought that a trip to Europe might be just the thing she and Paul needed to rekindle the spark. So the two of them had decided to take a month out, starting with the Grand Prix followed by a grand tour of Europe.

She’d constructed an itinerary for their grand tour that included several romantic capital cities as well as a yoga retreat in Tuscany for her and a photography course for Paul. He’d enjoyed taking photos when they’d first met, especially of her.

As the plane began its descent into Nice Grace felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

 

[Rocket1010]

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[ZfrkS62]

Paul glanced over his shoulder occasionally to glance at his wife when the talk of specific goals for the weekend turned tedious. No one really cared about achieving anything except shaking a few celebrity hands and catching enough of a buzz on 4 and 5 figure champagne to brag about to their friends. Back home, most of them would be watching the Indy 500 anyway. The two events were the crown jewel of their respective series and usually ran on the same weekend, but both highly regarded as they were 2 of the 3 events of the motorsport triple-crown that very few drivers had achieved. Even the greats, Ayrton Senna and Michael Schumacher hadn't achieved it. Of course, he was excited to be getting VIP access to the grid during the pre-race activities, and getting to watch from the garage, but he really hoped they'd get to go up on top of the pit building to look down at the swimming pool section where the drivers would have to thread the armco barriers at 150mph through successive left-right, and then right-left chicanes that wouldn't fit two of these cars through side by side. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of finally getting to hear the tightly wound engines fire up and disturb the peaceful coastal principality for a couple of hours.

Grace had tried to share his passion for racing early on, but found it rather boring after the first half hour of any given race. She preferred nicknaming the drivers based on their looks. She had a couple of favorites, but didn't really get into the events themselves. Monaco though, she had always wanted to get caught up in the atmosphere of it. He had realized that the last few years were stale, with much of his attention having been on getting the company to the next level so that he could be a little less hands-on with his team, but he had sensed she was growing weary of not being the center of his attention anymore. His guilt surrounding the decline of their physical marriage had a compounding effect as he struggled to find the interest to spice things up. Here he sat 20 feet away from her in a 600mph sardine can, yet may as well have been a quarter mile apart. While he had never considered stepping out on her, he wasn't so sure about her. She spent hours at the gym surrounded my younger, more capable men, and if she wanted to, could probably get her workout done by just cracking a smile.

His goal for the race weekend was to try and get her an autograph by an Australian former driver she called "Days of Our Lives" because of his soap star-esque face. He was likely going to be at the race as he was managing two drivers on the grid. Their evenings were going to be occupied by fashion shows, galas, and corporate sponsored dog and pony shows. Maybe they'd get to the casino and watch the high rollers do what he couldn't bring himself to.

She had gone to great lengths to plan a honeymoon like trip for after the weekend and he was looking forward to using the time to rekindle their sex life. There was a leg through Italy that he had sort of hijacked to detour to Maranello, to knock some rust off his shutter finger and remind her of those early days when she would model for him. The impending tour of the Ferrari factory wasn't going to hurt either. There were a few other locations he couldn't wait to shoot her in. Especially after the photography course she had set up for him. This would be the trip they starting firing on all cylinders again.

He never stopped finding her sexy, but somehow, somewhere, she had lost her confidence and had a couple of procedures to lift this, or tuck that. He wished she hadn't. He had been prepared to grow, and look, old with her, but at some point, he'd be the only one aging.

His thoughts on looking like the old perv with the buxom young arm candy, despite her only being 3 and a half years younger, were interrupted by the sound of the jet's engines starting to spool down and the tell tale sudden drop in altitude that told everyone the approach to Nice had begun. This was the part of flying he loved. The sharp banked turns, sudden drops in altitude as they descend through the late spring cloud cover. He planned on kicking the month off right by carrying his bride across the threshold of their hotel room in a couple of hours and reminding her of who he was when they got married.