My Life As A Financial Advisor
Ch. 1: How It All Started
I have the best job in the world. Seriously. I work as a Financial Advisor. I know what you're thinking, "A Financial Advisor? You call that the best job in the world?!?" Yes, I do. And by the end of these stories, I think you'll be wanting to sign up. Think about it, I spend my days going into the homes of couples and singles. That beautiful blonde you saw at the bar? You know, the one you wished you had the nerve to get a phone number from? Well, I not only get her phone number, but her address and all her personal information as well. I sit in her living room and talk about very personal matters. And every once in a while, I get a lot more ... and I've decided it's time to share those stories with others. After all, it's just to much fun to keep to myself.
But first, I need to share the story that started it all.
The first ten years of my marriage to Crystal were very faithful ones. Even though I had a couple of opportunities to go to bed with other women, I resisted the temptation for the sake of my wife. After all, I had made a commitment to her. That all changed two years ago.
I had been working as an advisor for about a year. It was time for my next level of training, and my company sent me to our training center for a week long course. It wasn't the first time I had to go away for a few days of training. One thing about this job is that there is always something new to learn. Usually Crystal gets very frustrated and upset when I have to go away for a few days - she likes having me close to home, and gets very bothered when I go away.
However this time was different. She seemed almost excited that I was going. She was so positive whenever we talked about my week away. Although she was trying to act normal, I could tell that she was not nearly as bothered about my time away as before. I found that strange but didn't think about it too much.
My training was pretty typical - sitting in a classroom all day long listening to a teacher explain the latest government legislation affecting the financial industry. I spent most of my time taking in the lovely specimen sitting a few seats away from me. She was a very cute looking redhead who clearly loved miniskirts and tight sweaters. It was obvious that she enjoyed the attention she received from the almost totally male class. Every time she stood up, two dozen eyes would immediately turn her way, mine included. But while some of the guys did make vain attempts to hit on her, I made the decision to keep my distance - taking her in with my eyes was as far as I planned to go with her.
Thursday morning our teacher surprised us when he announced that we were ahead of schedule and if we worked hard, we could be done the training by the end of the day. That would mean we could go home a day earlier than planed. I calculated the distance and figured if I left immediately following the training, I could be home around 9 that night. I contemplated calling my wife to let her know when I would arrive, but then figured the surprise would be even nicer - little did I know what kind of a surprise it would be!
Sure enough, we were done by 4 that afternoon. I quickly packed my stuff and jumped in the car to begin the drive home. I must have sped the entire way, smiling every time I thought about how happy my wife would be when I opened the door and yelled, "I'm home!"
I pulled into the driveway about 8:30. The first thing I found strange was my manager's car parked in the visitor's parking. I recognized it because it is a very nice BMW, and he is always joking with me about it being his "junk car". I jumped out of my car and headed up the walkway. The door was locked, which was not uncommon - my wife hated to leave it unlocked, even when I was home.
I reached for the doorbell, but then stopped myself, thinking it best to surprise her. I quietly unlocked the door and walked into my home. The house was quiet. Other than a light on in the kitchen, the downstairs was dark. I looked up the stairs and saw a couple of flickering lights on in my bedroom. It took me a minute to realize that they must be candles.
I was a little surprised to say the least. With Dave's car parked outside, I figured I would find him and Crystal chatting away in the living room. "Maybe he is meeting with a client near here." I thought to myself, slowly heading up the stairs to see if Crystal was in the bedroom. "Why does she have a candle on?" I whispered to myself.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a sound that immediately registered in my head. It was unmistakable. Up until that very moment, I had never once wondered if Crystal would ever cheat on me. Never once did I feel jealous towards anyone else. At no time did I worry that she would even think about having sex with anyone but me.
Understand that we had an incredible sex life. I mean, we fucked four or five times a week. Almost every time we had sex, Crystal enjoyed a powerful orgasm, finished off with me exploding in either her soaking wet pussy or her mouth - and even sometimes her ass. Our sex life was extremely fulfilling and very exciting. We were both open to trying new things, and would often experiment with different sex toys.
And yet, with that one sound, I knew exactly what was happening in my bedroom with my wife. It wasn't a word that I heard, but a sound. A moan to be exact. A moan I've heard four or five times a week, every week for the past ten years.
The moan my wife makes when I'm eating her pussy.
I stood frozen. Every emotion possible flooded me. Rage, hurt, anger, shock, fear and confusion all hit me at once. I couldn't move. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat crashing in my head like a clap of thunder.
Another moan. And another.
Finally I found my strength and I slowly crept down the hallway towards the open door. I moved forward until I could see the large mirror on my wife's dresser. The dresser was directly across from the bed, and I could see the reflection full in the mirror of a sight that would change my life forever.
There on the bed, with her legs spread wide, completely naked, was my loving wife of ten years. She was down near the bottom of the bed, her legs supported on the bed posts, pushed as wide apart as possible. Kneeling on the floor, with his head buried between Crystal's legs, was another man. At this point I had no idea who it was since his face was completely covered by my wife's legs. However, while I didn't know who it was, I did know what he was doing. He was devouring my wife's pussy with incredible passion. And she was very clearly enjoying it.
I watched as his hands reached up and cupped Crystal's breasts. His fingers pulling and pinching her nipples. Her hands were on his head, her fingers running through his hair as she pushed his face deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Her breathing was so heavy, her moaning now coming with every breath. I knew that she was getting close to an orgasm - after all, I listened to her moan like that almost every other day.
