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.
I was mesmerized. Here was my wife, laying on our bed, having her pussy eaten by some stranger.
And suddenly I realized that I was turned on. Like I've already said, I've never even thought about Crystal fucking another man. I was so absolutely convinced that she would never do anything like that to me. And yet, now that it was happening, I realized that I no longer felt anger, betrayal, hurt, or any other negative emotions. I was getting turned on! My cock was growing as I watched this man eat my wife's pussy!!
I stood as still as I could. And I watched. From the sound of her moaning, I knew that she would cum any second now. A couple more licks of this guy's tongue, and she would go over the edge. My cock was now fully erect as I realized I was about to hear her cum at the touch of another man.
Suddenly he pulled away from her - as if he too realized that she was about to climax. He lifted his head, and I saw his face ... at the same time I heard my wife say, "Please, Dave, don't stop! Eat my hot pussy! I'm ready to explode!"
I watched my manager smile at my wife as she pleaded with him to keep eating her cunt. Dave began kissing her body as he made his way up her to her tits. He paused at one, taking as much of it into his mouth as possible. Slowly he bit down on the nipple, causing Crystal to flinch slightly. He moved to the other breast, playing with the nipple in the same way.
Finally he moved up to her mouth. This may sound strange, but the thing that bothered me the most about watching my wife with my manager was when they kissed. I was totally turned on while he had his tongue in her pussy, but now that he had it in her mouth, I was hurt.
They rolled over on the bed and suddenly she was on top of him. Their mouths were still locked in passionate kisses, and I watched through the reflection in the mirror as they bodies wriggled together.
My wife broke the kiss and began slowly moving down her lover's body. She paused at his nipples, biting them with more force than he nibbled at hers. She continued down his chest, reaching his midsection, and then down further. I watched as she gently kissed the head of his stiff cock, moving her tongue down the shaft to his balls. She took them in her mouth, sucking hard on them as she began to pump his manhood. It was difficult to tell how big he was, but I guessed him to be about the same size as me - roughly 8 inches in length. However, it was clear that he was much thicker then me. Probably twice the thickness of my cock.
Her hand pumped up and down the shaft as she sucked on his balls. I could see little droplets of cum glowing against the candlelight on the head of his penis, as my wife continued to yank him. She finally let the balls fall from her mouth and moved back to the shaft, licking it and kissing it until she reached the top of his pole. She flicked her tongue out and licked off the pre-cum before opening her mouth and swallowing his cock.
I slowly moved my hands down to my swollen cock, rubbing it from outside my jeans, as I watched my lovely wife suck Dave's cock. She was so hungry for it, so clearly wanting to please the man who had just given her such wonderful pleasure. His breathing was hard as she took him in so deep. She pulled at his balls while her lips wrapped around his shaft.
I wasn't prepared for how quickly she moved next. Before I could register what happened, my wife lifted her body up and dropped down on Dave's shaft. In one motion his cock slid deep into my wife's pussy and she started to ride him hard. His hands reached for her breasts and her ass slapped against his legs. Over and over she pounded down on his cock, both of them grunting and moaning with pleasure.
