The blaring sound of the airport loudspeaker jerked me back to reality as I descended the jetway, I started my way forward fighting my way through the crowd of fellow travelers pulling my rolling suitcase behind me as my eyes searched the distant waiting area for a familiar face. A few seconds later, I caught sight of my husband, Sam, standing just behind an elderly couple his face lighting with a smile as I made my way toward him. Despite the twenty years that Sam and I had been together he seemed to have hardly changed in my eyes, a rugged six-foot-tall man with wavy dark brown hair combed back off his high forehead, his eyes a dark shade of green and always full of mischief. He was carrying an extra pound or two these days, and his tight Van Dyke beard showed wispy bits of white hair that he hated. As I grew closer, he stepped around the couple in front of him, limping slightly from a bit of arthritis that had sprung up in his knee's in the last few years. It was a genetic gift from his mother that tended to strike early in his family. Sam reached his arms out to me.
"Jane, it's so good to have you back," said Sam as he closed the distance wrapping his arms around me.
"It's good to be home, the flight was long and bumpy" I replied.
Sam took the handle of my bag and reached down to take my hand in his as we turned to move away following the crowd toward the far end of the concourse.
"So how was the conference? Boring as expected," asked Sam.
I hesitated as I went to answer, a slight pause I hoped Sam didn't catch, for a moment a flash of memory shot through my head, of another man pressing his lips to mine our naked bodies joined together. I could almost see my nails digging into his back as he slid his penis inside me repeatedly my cries filling the room as I came.
"Jane? Everything alright?" said Sam concern in his eyes at my dazed expression.
"Ah...No everything is fine, just tired from the trip, slow on the uptake...and yes the conference was just as boring as I expected I'm just ready to get home," I said.
The ride home proceeded mostly in silence occasionally punctuated by Sam commenting on something that happened at the house while I was gone, the dog getting into the garbage for the hundredth time or how the squirrels had gotten into the tomatoes in our garden once again inexplicably taking just one bite from each and moving on.
Everything seemed so familiar and yet so different at the same time, but I realized that nothing was unusual, it was me that had changed, I had left a faithful and loving wife and returned tainted, a cheater. During the conference I had attended, I had met a man, Jack, an unbelievably handsome and charming man, and he had wanted me. I can't deny that I was flattered, men like Jack that look like Hollywood stars don't come on to women like me, at least it had never happened before, not to say that I'm an ugly duckling or something I would say I was well above average looking for a woman my age.
Still, a man like Jack, who had been turning heads at the conference for days and could have had any woman he wanted, to have him pursue me had been thrilling in a way I couldn't entirely describe. Yes, there had been some alcohol involved, at least at the onset, not that it excuses what happened, how I had ultimately given in to his advances, how I had let him take me over and over in my hotel room. The unfortunate part was that at the end I wanted it to, the feel of his muscular, athletic body against mine, his mouth hot on my skin. The way it felt when he moved inside me, how he brought me to one orgasm after another, it had never been that good with anyone before, even Sam.
"Earth to Jane...you really must be tired I don't think you've heard a word I've been saying," laughed Sam as he turned onto our home street.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I do need some rest, traveling always takes so much out of me" I replied.
"No worries, we will get you right inside for a nap, I'll make us some lunch later if you get hungry" replied Sam.
We hit our driveway a short time later, and Sam unlocked the house leaving my suitcase in the entryway as he made his way to let our dog, an overfed and rather round looking Pug named "Max" out into the backyard. I made my way to the bedroom and shrugged of my shoulder bag before stopping to stare at myself in the mirror of my dresser, surrounded now by the familiar trappings of home I felt the guilt of my actions back in San Francisco even heavier as if a weight was pushing down on my chest. I kicked off my heels and laid sideways on the bed as a wave of fatigued past through me. I lay there lost in thought for a while, remembering the last time I was sprawled across a bed like this as Jack slipped his tongue inside me, licked my pussy all over, and sending waves of pleasure crashing through me...
"Jane! Would you like some lunch I have soup ready?" shouted Sam from the other room.
I awoke with a start not realizing I had fallen asleep. It took me a moment to realize where I was and then with a creak of the mattress springs I rose and walked with a slightly drunken lurch toward the kitchen rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Sam was puttering around the stove putting steaming hot soup into matching mugs with crackers on a small plate and cheese chopped into neat squares nestled among the crackers. We sat at the small breakfast table as we sipped our soup, Sam eyeing me over the rim of his mug.
"A little sleep did you good, but then you always look beautiful when you wake up," said Sam.
"Ha! Time for a new set of glasses for you, but thanks," I said with a chuckle.
"So do any networking in San Francisco? Meet anyone interesting?" Sam asked innocently.
My mug almost slipped from my grip as I fought to regain my composure at the simple question. Meet anyone interesting? Like a tall, handsome stranger with a massive cock that knows how to use it, the thought flashed through my mind and vanished.
"Umm...no...It was the usual clientèle, same folks we see at these conventions all the time" I replied hoping my voice didn't shake like my mug.
"Yeah, I suppose so," said Sam.
"Maybe we should go out to dinner tonight, you know to celebrate your return," offered Sam.
"O.K. honey, you picked the place I think it’s your turn anyway," I said.
