My Life As A Financial Advisor
Ch. 2: Karen
The night I saw my wife, Crystal, and my manager, Dave, passionately fucking in my bed was the night my life changed forever. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I had been tempted many times in the past to cheat on Crystal, but I never went past fantasizing about doing it.
Now it was all I thought about. Well, actually that's not exactly true. The thing I thought about the most during the two weeks following "the night" was Crystal and Dave. The moans of my wife climaxing with another man echoed in my head. The sight of her body riding his manhood, both of the completely caught up in the passion flashed across the video of my mind on an almost continuous loop.
I had breakfast with Dave the next morning. And as he sat across from me asking me all kinds of questions about my training, I couldn't help but wonder how often he was fucking my beautiful wife. When did it start? Did he feel any guilt at all sitting there across from me, acting like he hadn't been eating her pussy just twelve hours earlier?
I went about my daily work after that night as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. I knew I would act upon any and every temptation that availed itself to me. I figured I had nothing to lose. Even if I was caught sleeping with another woman, what could my wife say? After all, I knew about her activities, and while I planned on telling her I knew at some point, why not enjoy the secret for awhile?
It didn't take long for an opportunity to come my way. I guess since I was watching for any sign of an invitation from my female clients, it was easy to spot when it happened. It would be like me telling you to watch for Volkswagen Beetles all day today. You would probably be amazed at how many you saw, simply because you were looking for them.
Well, I saw my first invitation to adventure exactly two weeks to the day I watched Crystal and Dave in my bed. And it was a wonderful invitation.
Her name was Karen, and she had been a client of mine since I had begun working for my agency about a year ago. At the time I had met with her and her husband Jack at their home. We put together a full financial plan. I remember being surprised to learn that they had never taken out a life insurance policy. They were well off financially, had a beautiful home with all the luxuries, and yet had never thought of what would happen if one of them died.
Jack was the sole bread winner. He had a very good job and took wonderful care of Karen and their four year old son, Michael. I strongly encouraged him to get enough life insurance to cover all of their debts, Michael's education, and enough income to allow Karen to live comfortably for the rest of her life. He finally agreed and we filled out the paper work.
I was shocked when two months later, I received a phone call from Karen telling me that Jack had been killed in an car accident. She was devastated, and I did all I could for her.
I remember going out of my way to help her through her tragedy. I don't know why I did it, I don't usually do, but I went to the funeral to support her and Michael. I even checked in on them from time to time, and took Michael out to a couple of sports games.
The night I met with Karen, we were going to go over the plan I had put in place for them to make the necessary changes now that she was alone. The insurance policy had left her with a substantial amount of money and no debt, and I wanted to make sure that it would be invested wisely so that she would never have to worry about money the rest of her life.
I rang the doorbell and watched through the glass panel as she approached the door. I was struck again at how beautiful she was. Her hair was dark black, as dark as midnight. It fell down past her shoulders and curled up slightly just above her breasts. Her eyes were a deep green, made that way by the colored contacts she wore. She was exactly five foot eight inches, and weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. I knew that information because we had taken it down as a part of her insurance policy. She was a very healthy woman, and while she didn't work out on a regular basis, she definitely had a fit body.
She opened the door and smiled at me. "Hi Pete." She said, giving me a quick hug and allowing me into her home.
The hug was something that had started after the first time I had taken Michael to a game. When I arrived back at the house with him, she gave me a hug as her way of saying thanks. From that time on, we hugged every time we saw each other. I never thought anything of it until now.
"How's everything?" I asked, kicking off my shoes and following her into the kitchen.
"Oh, fine, I guess. Michael's doing really good. He's really excited about junior kindergarten, although I'm not. I guess I'm a little nervous about seeing him go off to school already. He's too young."
I smiled at her, taping her hand, "He's going to grow up fast, you know. Before you realize it, he'll be hitting on all the girls in school."
We continued with the small talk for awhile as I set up my laptop and got ready to review her financial plan.
Just as we were ready to get going, I looked over at her and realized she looked lonely. I pushed the computer to the side and touched her shoulder. "Karen, how are YOU doing?"
She looked back at me as if trying to decide what to say. I waited, not wanting to rush her, but wanting to make sure she was okay. I realized at that moment that I liked her. She was a nice woman who had a bad thing happen. I cared. And I think she knew it.
