Chapter 4: A Confession - Jan 2012 to March 2012
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My insurance company was buying a smaller firm in Cambridge, England and needed to send a team of people there to work out the operational details. The position of team lead for this group of U.S. employees was going to be high profile (dotted line to the CEO) and very much a stepping stone into senior management and all that goes with it.
And I played it exactly right. A few quiet conversations with people that I knew would influence the decision. Nothing overt. No begging. No trying show up the other candidates. Just very quiet and methodical. So that when the decision came in I was not even a little surprised that I had been selected.
The job meant moving to England for 3 months with only one company reimbursed trip back home. They weren't being cheap, they were being reasonable about the fact that I'd be working non-stop. I just knew I had to take it.
And knew that Melissa would support me in that decision. Which she did. Completely.
During the 2 weeks before my departure the old fire started burning again - big time. We probably made love in that period more than we had over the previous 3 months. And I discovered a new passion that I knew she loved: eating her pussy.
I told you that Melissa was a more experimental in sexual matters than I was. From the time we started dating she would suck me off and swallow or take a facial almost anytime and anywhere. Which makes me all the more embarrassed that I hardly ever returned the favor. I mean I had gone down on her and even had brought her to orgasm that way but I had maybe done that once for every 10 times she blew me. Why I still don't know. Maybe I was too worried about doing it right. Maybe she was too nice to insist.
In any event I started eating her pussy then like mad and within a few days had figured out how to bring her to an explosive orgasm through a combination of fingers hooked in just right to her G-spot and a soft sweet willing tongue and set of lips on her clit. It was lovely. How had I overlooked the absolute deliciousness of her cunt all this time?
So when it was time to leave I went off feeling like the King of the Jungle. She was my woman. I was her man. Everything about her excited me so completely. And now I felt like I was doing the same for her. I went away feeling like we were more in love than ever. To be completely truthful I still believe that - that Melissa and I had entered a new zone of love, of complete love and trust and respect, in the time before Cambridge.
We had promised that we would Skype and chat and text and call nonstop, and we both did. For the first few weeks at least. After that it may have slowed a little but I knew that Melissa was still my number one priority. So I checked in with her frequently to make sure she was safe and happy and comfortable. And each and every time she was fine.
She did in fact get promoted to supervisor then, while I was away, and that gave her a raise to something which was finally respectable. She seemed a little dazed at times and maybe a bit anxious and frazzled but I figured it went with her increasing responsibility and workload. Plus I figured I was probably the same. So all seemed good.
About 5 weeks into my project, with things going better than any of us had hoped, I decided to take that one week respite back in the U.S. During that week it was understood that I would show up at the office regularly enough to give senior management all the stroking and updating they could stand. Other than that I could let my priorities be to rest up, to recharge and to focus on my home life. Which is exactly what I did.
The first few days were great. Melissa met me at the airport, took me home and gave me all the kisses and sweet words I wanted. Then she had to get back to work for some late afternoon meetings. I unpacked and did a little laundry. Then I napped.
When she got back in the door at 6 I had the romantic music playing and dinner on the table. We both had so many work stories to tell I finally had to drag her away from the wine and get her into the bedroom to strip her, kneel before her and open up her oyster with my mouth and tongue. Delicious. And for her orgasmically delicious.
The next couple of days were similar. She did seem the tiniest bit nervous and strange, but I chalked it up again to the pressure at work. Melissa had tried to get the week off so we could be together but then her closest colleague came down with the flu and her boss had to say no at the last minute. I did my best to understand for her sake. It was what it was.
Still we could reprise that first evening starting around 6 or 7 and we did, at least twice we did. For on the 4th night into my stay things changed. A lot.
It began well when we got into bed that evening. She gave me a blowjob, a very nice one too. And then I was scooching down under the covers to return the favor when I heard:
"Jeff?"
"Yeah. So sweet here honey."
"Jeff." A little more insistently I thought.
"Yeah honey, what is it?"
"Jeff. We need to talk."
"We do honey and we will. But not right now. OK? It's dark down here but I think I see a little clearing in the forest and there appears to be some sort of tribal god or statue. She's all red and pink and wet looking and she's demanding that I worship her with my mouth so..."
"Jeff! Not right now please. Can we just talk? Can we? Before I lose my nerve?"
That certainly got my attention. So my head rose up from under the covers and I could see her face pretty well by the low light we kept on for lovemaking. And her face told me. Something at least. Not everything of course. But something.
"Sure baby. What is it?" And I remember I thought right away that it must be something at her work, like something she had screwed up, maybe something that was going to get her demoted or, God forbid, fired. Which would be terrible for her. So I was all ears.
"Jeff. While you were away...something...something happened."
I scooched up beside her and took her hand. I wanted her to be able to say whatever was bothering her in her own way and at her own speed. So I just nodded.
"Something happened with me...or to me"
A cautious "OK."
"And I need to tell you. I didn't want to because of your job and all the pressure. And I wanted you to enjoy your week. But I just can't anymore."
With that she burst into tears. To my astonishment. She had never been one to cry very much.
I shifted over to kiss her cheek but she shrugged me away.
"What is it Melissa? What's bothering you?"
She reached for a tissue to dry her eyes. Tears were falling on her beautiful breasts.
"Oh My God. I'm such a loser. I can't even say it."
"Go on. Of course you can honey. Whatever it is. Cause we'll handle it. Together. Like we always do."
But now I was thinking it was really serious. Like she really had been fired. Or got into some legal trouble. Or, God forbid!, that she was sick. That she was in real peril.
My arm went around her and I helped dry her tears. My head was buzzing with anxiety for her, but I waited while she cried some more.
"Melissa. Please. I have to know if I can help you. Please. What is it?"
She looked away and blew her nose. Then dried her tears again. When she turned back to me her face somehow looked hard, hard and determined. My head snapped back a bit at the sight. Her lips were pursed together, her jaw clenched. I thought then that maybe it was me. Was she was pissed at something I'd done? What had I fucked up?
"Jeff. I've been cheating. Cheating on..."
