"Jack, Jack, wake up. You've overslept." His wife shook him gently by the shoulder. "I didn't realize that you were still asleep and I'm leaving for work now. Are you ok?"
Jack shook his head groggily and reassured her. He arose as she left and then hurried through his morning routine and got to his office just a short time later. As he strode past his secretary's desk, Pam looked up and greeted him.
"Good morning, Jack. How are you?"
"Fine, thanks Pam. Sorry I"m late, any messages?"
"Yes, Mr. Benson called a little while ago and asked to change his meeting with you until tomorrow morning. It seems that something had come up that he couldn't get out of. I indicated to him that that should be not a problem since your schedule is open for tomorrow morning. Is that ok?"
"Fine Pam, that should be no problem. I'll meet with him tomorrow morning. In fact, it will give me extra time to put a few finishing touches on the proposal."
John Benson was a good guy and Jack was sure that the meeting would be a good one and very profitable for him. John had been refered to him by another client and their initial meeting had gone well.
Jack went into his office and sat heavily at his desk. His mind was still filled with the uncertainty of his wife's behavior. He knew that lunch with a man was not something that should produce such angst. It was just the fact that she had lied about it to him. He didn't know what to make of that.
Well, he should get to work on that proposal for John Benson. Suddenly Jack paled and jerked himself up from his desk.
"Son of a bitch, son of a bitch," he muttered. "John Benson - Jim Belsen."
Karen's escort at lunch was none other than her old boyfriend, Jim Belsen. Now he knew why that guy looked so familiar even though he hadn't laid eyes on him in decades. "Shit, she had been clutching his arm and pressing herself against him as if she had already screwed him," he thought. "I've got to get control of myself - I'm going off the deep end."
His thoughts started to run rampant, but he calmed himself and tried to think rationally. Jack had always prided himself on his calm and logical demeaner. "OK, one - Karen had lunch with an old boyfriend. Two - she hadn't wanted to get him upset, so she had decided not to mention that to him, thus the 'white' lie about it." Jack had calmed himself a bit, but his logical mind began to find fault with his reasoning.
He asked himself, "Where the hell did Jim Belsen come from all of a sudden? Why the close intimacy as they walked into the dining room?" Jack suddently realized the ludicrousness of the whole situation and laughed aloud. "I must be some kind of idiot, taking what was almost certainly an innocent lunch and turning it into a torrid affair."
He calmed himself and made an attempt to push his foolish assumptions aside and get his mind on his work. But before doing that, he picked up the phone and called the main number at his wife's workplace. When the operator answered he asked to speak to Mr. Jim Belsen. The operator informed him that she would put him right through, at which point Jack hung up the phone.
"Well, that answers that question," Jack mused. " So Belsen now works at the same company as does Karen. When did that happen, and more importantly, why had Karen not told him about this?"
* * * * *
Jim Belsen sat at his desk at work, but little was getting done. He also could not concentrate on what he should be doing. He knew that there was trouble ahead, major trouble, and he also knew that he would be powerless to avoid it. He knew that Karen would get her way and that he didn't have the self-control to resist her.
Damn it," he said to himself, "I don't want to resist her. Damn it,, I just have to fuck her - even it's just once. I've played with every part of her body. I've tongued her to orgasm countless times. She has swallowed my cock and I've come in her mouth more than once. But shit, we've never actually fucked. I have to fuck her - maybe if I fuck her just once, we both can get this out of our systems."
He knew he was rationalizing this problem, but it did make some kind of convoluted sense. Both of them had unfinished business to attend to and eventually, that business would be concluded, one way or the other. Now that he had made a decision, he would put it aside and wait for an appropriate opportunity. In the meantime, he had better get his attention focused on business.
* * * * *
Sara Belsen sat at her kitchen table with a cup of cold coffee in front of her. She was pensive and indecisive. She knew that she had a problem, but for the life of her, could not figure how to even begin to handle it
What Jim didn't know was that when she had delivered that folder that he had forgotten a few days ago she had seen Karen Palmer where he now worked. She had recognized her immediately. While Sara and Karen were not friends at school, Sara knew who she was and that she and Jim were an item for awhile. At first she thought little of it and expected Jim to mention the strange coincidence - not only seeing Karen, but working with her after all these years. But he never said a word and she sensed his unease these last few days. Something was going on, but she didn't know what. What she did know was that there was trouble ahead. Call it female intuition, but she felt it in her bones.
She arose suddenly and strode to the phone. Picking it up she dialed Jim's work number and spoke to the operator.
"Hello? I would like to speak with Karen Palmer."
"I'm sorry, there is no one here by that name. Perhaps you mean Karen Bell?" replied the operator.
"Of course. I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere. I meant Karen Bell" said Sara.
After a few rings, Karen picked up the phone, "Hello, Karen Bell"
Sara hung the phone up quietly and sat down again. Ok, so now she knew Karen's last name. But that didn't tell her very much. Was it inevitable that Jim and Karen would try to get together again? Sara believed that she had a strong marriage. They had been together for well over 20 years. She had met Jim in college, but they had lost touch. A couple years after graduation had found both of them working at the same concern. They dated and married soon after and had been very happy together, despite Jim's inability to father children. They had discussed adoption, but decided that they would build a family around the two of them and had found that worked well. She thought that they were happy and content.
Sara knew that she was no raving beauty, but the years had treated her well. She wore the same size clothes now as she had 20 years ago, a result of a strict diet and workouts on a regular basis. Her 120 pounds were distributed well on a 5'4" frame and she knew that she still attracted male attention. She also was level headed and intelligent. She recognized that while nothing may be going on with Jim and Karen at the present time, the potential for trouble was certainly there. If Jim had only told her about seeing Karen at work. But the fact that he had said nothing, spoke volumes to her.