Xica's Love Stories

He was super rich, well-known, and simply known as Mr. G. No one could really say what the "G" stood for. However, the rumors tagged the G for genius or geek. Either way, the tag was perfectly correct. Mr. G was a man who was above the norm in the development of software-coding systems for the Department of Defense.

Mr. G was a man whom the U.S. Government followed or kept tabs on. His knowledge of online security for the Department of Defense, not to mention his inside consulting for the National Security Agency and the Department of Treasury, was not taken lightly by the Feds, Corporate America, or the small countries for whom he worked.

He was simply viewed as a man who had one of the highest government security clearances attainable by a civilian. Even people who came in contact with Mr. G on a daily, informal, or coincidental basis were sometimes investigated. He was watched from every angle, for different reasons.

Everyone from his mistress to his wife's friends were investigated as well. He was a nightmare to protect, and his private security company took great pleasure in keeping him safe. Foreign travel was always a major concern for his security staff. However, his destinations were always exciting and breathtaking. He could usually be found on the French Riviera, a safari in South Africa, or camping in the rainforest in Costa Rica.

Mr. G himself devised most of his own disappearing acts, from the public and the U.S. Government. His disappearing tactics included everything from being a homeless man (and actually sleeping on the streets) to being an electrician in a competitor’s office building.

Mr. G had some of the best private security guards money could buy, but even they were surprised by his covert methods to experience freedom from the press, his board of directors, corporate spies, and the U.S. Government. He especially had fun tiring to deceive "the Agency".

In one instance, the private security company had to hire a special opt guy to jump off the top of a ski mountain at Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The security personnel had to be an expert black diamond skier in order to keep up with Mr. G. It wouldn't have been so bad, but in the middle of the ski run, a helicopter was assigned to pick up the two men and fly them to a private jet, acquired under another name. While the press, his wife, and friends were waiting in the ski lodge at the bottom of the run, he never arrived. His wife was alerted that it was another one of his disappearing acts and was taken back to her chalet. And once again, the press was left without a clue.

Mr. G's big secret was that he coded on the go. He rarely sat at a desk, and he rarely could be found doing what most CEOs do. What made him different is that he was not only a CEO of his very own multimillion dollar software company whose client list read like the U.N. roll call, Mr. G was simply one of the very best in applying encryption codes to protect government secrets. No one had been able to break his algorithm.

There were those who said there was a conflict of interest, and his company was a result of his consulting for the U.S. Government. But anyone who understood coding understood that his elaborate coding systems had to be a direct result of his own knowledge, which he just happened to provide to the Feds. The fact that he was a consultant for other countries, which the government hadn't approved, made the Feds a little nervous. Mr. G got around the wording in his government contract by using a third-party designee.

Mr. G. made every effort to assure the U.S. that there was more than one way to secure a country’s classified information.

On top of this cat-and-mouse game with the Feds, Mr. G was fully aware that his newly acquired mistress was a gift from those who would try to control him (Feds). Falling prey to an outside love affair was not Mr. G's idea of winning the game of freedom. To him, infidelity was a trap, not a solution.

Mr. G loved his wife without a doubt. Yet he learned early that love and massive wealth didn't always see eye-to-eye. He felt compelled to accommodate his mistress, yet his very soul yearned for his wife. It didn't take him long to realize that the press feeds off the energy of lust and love. He wasn't sure if the press could tell the difference.

Mr. G told his mistress that he was gay! She accepted his statement but felt that he was lying. Yet the lie kept Mr. G in a position to be faithful to his wife. He fully realized that being faithful was the only way he could get out of this unpredictable mess he was in. He had to stay 100 percent in alignment with his wife most of the time. And for that reason, when he disappeared, his wife did as well, but only a day or so after him, and returning a day or so before him. The press didn't think to follow her. They viewed her as the 'poor rich man's wife'.

Mr. G. understood that there was at least one agency within the U.S. Government who understood his actions completely. A couple of countries, whom he had permission from the U.S. Government to help, were keeping tabs on his whereabouts as well. It was understandable that this was why he had become a person of interest to "the Agency".

The most recent disappearing act was no different than most. The mistress, his wife, and Mr. G all booked into a five-star hotel in Nice, France, the Le Palais de la Mediterranee overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. The mistress would always have the room next to Mr. G. The wife's suite would oftentimes be on the other side of the mistress's suite. Mr. G would go into the mistress's suite, say hello, and then pass through into the third suite to his wife.

Because the mistress was always looking for Mr. G's male companion, she never really understood that it was his wife he spent those late nights with. Of course, the mistress reported back to "whomever", and of course, this led to rumors that Mr. G was gay. And much to Mr. G's surprise, doors that had never been opened to him, opened up. Just the notion that he might be gay put him in extremely powerful positions. He instantly got "friends" in high places who paved the way for a much easier life. But in the end, he realized the cost of the lie was far too expensive.

Mr. G never regretted the romantic getaways with his own wife. Because his late nights with his wife in foreign countries was under the pretense that he was with someone else, it made it more exciting. After 10 years of marriage, their lovemaking had become more satisfying than he could have imaged.



Mrs. G purchased a really (advertisement) hot black lingerie gown with splits all the way to her waist on both sides.

The garment hung just right over her slender body and left room for imagination. Mr. G arrived around 12:30 a.m. Nice time. He opened up a glass of Quilceda Creek Cabernet as he and Mrs. G talked about the day’s events. The couple was ecstatic that their relationship was honest and healthy. Secretly, both lived for the other. They had never had children, and weren't sure if they ever would. A child would be an end to their romantic getaways.

After their long conversation about nothing serious, or nothing that would spoil the mood, the couple touched each other like they were on their first date. In 10 years of marriage Ms. G had never allowed her husband to become too familiar with her. She was always coy and slightly mysterious. Mr. G made every effort to get his hand under the gown and up to his wife's breast. He was almost sure she had breast implants, but couldn't tell for sure. Because he had managed to always be faithful to his wife, he had no experience in determining if breasts were real or not.

He had searched her personal financial records to find a bill for cosmetic surgery but had not found any expenses that would suggest she had breast enhancement. Still, he was delighted that her breasts were firm and exceptionally round. This, more than anything, excited him. He wanted more of her. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. She was what made him whole in so many ways. He often felt that when his heart beat, it did so twice, once for him and once for her. Yet, he was extremely realistic about his marriage. He was well aware of the games women play. But tonight it was about merging himself into her and becoming one with her all over again.

Nature had been good to him. His manhood was firm as he played with his wife, and made sure she was ready to receive him. As he kissed her ears, and rubbed his hands over the parts of her body. Once he managed to get her laying flat on her back, he mounted her without inserting himself, (love making tip) and begin to massage her head. This always made her moan with pleasure and he continued to massage her head while he made love to her, with his mind. It wasn't time to enter her just yet. It was all he could do to prevent coming all over himself. Her body twisted and turned as he massaged her head, When he mentally thrust himself into her, she would moan even louder.

When Mr. G felt that they were one mentally, emotionally and spiritually, he entered her. Mrs. G was wet and ready to receive him on every level. And Mr. G took great pride in having his non-submissive wife, surrender to him once again.

Mr. G allowed all of his love to enter into his wife like a rushing river, which had just found an outlet to the ocean. He emerged himself into the woman who was his wife of ten years. Perhaps because, they only had these hot nights 5 or six times a year, or because, he was away from home so much, they were like two teenagers who were experiencing each other for the first time.

Once finished, Mr. and Mrs. G lay there looking at the ceiling. Neither said a word, yet both were thankful that the other had continued to be faithful. They both could tell. No matter what the tabloids or newspapers implied, they both knew that the other had been faithful.

As usual, in the morning, Mr. G would return to his mistress's room and have breakfast, before the two of them would step out into the public eye for a brief moment. Just long enough for the press to take a picture and confirm that he was cheating again. He never really quite understood why people not only encouraged infidelity, but rewarded it with publicity. Of course, the images were never conclusive, only suggestive. His mistress was labeled as a traveling assistant who handled his schedules and appointments in foreign countries.

In the meantime, his wife would sleep the morning away, go shopping, or just relax in the sun, wearing a disguise. Her security detail would just shake their heads and laugh at the press. Why couldn't they see that Mr. G was neither gay nor a cheater? He was totally in love with his wife.

After about seven of these disappearing acts, the gay community began to wonder who the mystery lover was.

Mr. G thought seriously about exchanging his mistress for a male assistant, but then he couldn't control the report that he made back to "whomever" so he left things as they were. Much to his surprise, it was reported that he had a male lover in Nice. A handsome young man claimed to be his lover. And if that wasn't enough, another man in Hawaii made the same accusations. Before long there were three or four men internationally who were claiming to be Mr. G's lover, all in locations where he had secretly met his wife and taken his mistress.

To these false accusations, Mr. G, responded in a well-publicized press conference. He stood before the cameras and the world and said that he had strayed from his wife and was going to seek counseling to save his marriage. He asked his wife, publicly, to forgive him.

It was all his security staff and his wife could do to keep from laughing during the press conference. Mr. G. stood in front of the world and everyone and admitted to homosexual infidelity that was simply, not true.

Mr. G's wife made him suffer through a second wedding to show his intentions of returning to the marriage were sincere. Again, the security staff laughed. Very few men want to go through a second wedding. Mrs. G was certainly embarrassed, but the 25 million dollars her husband placed into a trust, with her name on it, helped to relieve the tension of the lie.