For one of our first rendezvous, my older, wealthy boyfriend—the Stetson man—flew my friend and me to Canada. My boyfriend had business there with his attorney, and they would use that business as an excuse to spend the weekend with us. At this time, I was still very much married; however, I was excited to get away for a weekend. I used my friend as my cover regarding my own husband, saying that she needed me. In the end, it didn’t require much lying for me to get out of the house.
I met my friend at the airport in Canada. We had managed to book flights that had similar arrival times. We were excited at the prospect of seeing Canada in my boyfriend’s first-class way—for example, the Stetson man had arranged for a limousine to pick us up at the airport. That limo driver quickly became our friend; he was at our service for that entire weekend.
When we arrived at the hotel, we checked into our rooms. We all had our own rooms—including the Stetson man and me—because I felt it was the safest way to travel; in the event that my husband phoned the hotel, I knew that his call would be transferred only to my room. After freshening up, my friend and I met in the bar where the Stetson man was waiting for us.
The Stetson man is very touchy feely and is a fan of PDA. And so when at last the attorney was finished with his business and he came to join us, after a few short minutes in our company he advised us to get a room. He had never seen his boss behave in this manner. I think he was embarrassed by the scene: here was this older man fondling this younger woman in a bar in broad daylight for the whole world to view. The truth is, I was also uncomfortable with these public displays, but I would curb my embarrassment by having however many drinks it took. The Stetson man had never before been with a woman who would allow this behavior in public.
The next day the attorney had business to tend to, so it was just my friend, the Stetson man, and I who took the limo to beautiful Banff and Lake Louise. On the ride there and back, the Stetson man had me spread out on one of the seats in the limousine. I was fully clothed, but if he had gotten his way I would have been naked. I remember feeling bad for my friend because she was humiliated by our overtly sexual display. After a very short while, she found her way to the window right beside the driver, where she spent the rest of that drive. The driver talked with her and educated her on Canada, and I was grateful he was so friendly.
On the second night we were there, the Stetson man and I spent some time alone in his room…