Hello. Again if you want a story where the cheating bitch is punished and ruined for her indiscretion. please chose another story. If you have taken the time to read my other work. You will know that i do not believe in throwing away long term relationships.
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Chapter One: The beginning.
My first affair started so innocently. At the time I had been married to my husband Erick for over twenty-four years and had been absolutely faithful. Of course, I had received plenty of offers from horny males over the years and, regularly traveling out of town for my work, I'd been tempted but had always laughed them off.
I'd been very happy in my marriage to Erick, who was a wonderful man, lover, protector and provider. I couldn't have asked for a better husband.
Several times, Erick suggested that I quit my job because we didn't need the extra income and he missed my company when I was travelling. I tried staying at home and not working for three months and eventually went "bat shit crazy". I soon realized that I'm a woman that needs the stimulation of work. Consequently, I went back to my boss and begged for a return to my old job. He was happy to have me back, and gave me a great promotion earning almost five times my former salary. The downside was that I had to travel all week every week.
Early each Monday morning I would get up and fly to Cleveland, Ohio. I would work there till about noon on Wednesday, then fly to Charleston, South Carolina. My job required me to work there till Friday night before flying home to New Orleans, Louisiana. Although I missed being home, and really missed being held by my husband every night, I loved the extra income and the things that it could buy, like the new Escalade that I paid for with cash.
My husband also benefited from the extra income. I bought him a Ford F150 King Ranch for Christmas last year and this year, for his birthday, I planned to get him a new Harley Heritage Softtail.
We paid off the house almost fifteen years early and were now thinking about buying another home, a little smaller, as both our kids had started college and we didn't need so much room anymore.
Lora, our oldest, has nearly finished the work for her bachelor's degree in Forensic Science. Our son, Roy, is just a sophomore who hasn't picked a major yet, but I know he is considering chemical engineering.
In the past, I have taken credit for my kids' intelligence, saying 'they got it from their mother' but, after everything that has occurred, I now give all the credit to my husband Erick.
Erick and I get along extremely well. We rarely fight and, when we do, we do not raise our voices to each other. We do not bring the past up or try to beat each other up with words or insults. We simply lay our arguments on the table, so to speak, then Erick concedes that I am in the right and yields to my will. Just joking. Well, most arguments are decided in my favor, but Erick has won some too.
In appearance, I am far from being a fashion model. At 5'4" tall and about 180 lbs, a few extra pounds that remain from my two pregnancies, much of the extra weight is in my ass and boobs which are big but, unfortunately, have begun to sag. I breastfed each of our kids until they were a year old. I told Erick that he had to stop breastfeeding when the kids stopped.
I think Erick actually cried when Roy quit breastfeeding.
We have a great family, and I couldn't ask for better.
As a result of my traveling for work, Erick's and my sex life had gradually gone downhill. Erick is a great lover and I hated to be without him at night, due to me being a thousand miles away, in a hotel room, five nights a week.
Many times I considered just quitting my job so that I could stay in bed with my husband each night. I didn't need to work from a financial viewpoint because Erick makes great money, twice my income, which is also substantial. However, Erick always encouraged me, saying we were a team. I love that about him.
Since my travel routine was well-established, I had always stayed at the same hotel in each city for over three years and, of course, knew how to take advantage of the amenities. I was a frequent visitor to the hotel lounges and would always have a drink or two, each night before bed, to help me sleep without Erick at my side.
Chapter Two: My first affair
One evening I was sitting in the lounge of my Cleveland hotel when I noticed a hunk of a man. He was around 6'2" tall and, I guess, a good 240 lbs. Judging by his perfectly toned arms, it was obvious that he worked out regularly. His face was handsome, his smile was awesome, and his blue eyes seemed to penetrate deep into my soul as I stared, unable to avert my gaze.
Aware that I was staring at him, this Adonis approached me and introduced himself.
"I'm Keven," he said.
I really didn't hear him all that well and, still being mesmerized by his eyes, I had temporarily even lost my ability to speak.
Finally my mouth tried to say, "I'm Kate. It is nice to meet you." What my ears heard was more like, "Ohhh... YYY... III... Kate... tweet... You." I had never been so embarrassed in my life.
As I tried to hide my face in my arms, he stopped me by putting his hand under my chin and gazing into my eyes. In a deep and penetrating voice he said, "Don't hide such a beautiful face from us. We men travel thousands of miles to see such beauty."
Oh shit, I thought, this man is trouble. He is a sweet-talking son-of-a-bitch and I just gushed a lake into my panties. I didn't know if it was his sweet words, or that sexy as hell deep voice, that caused my reaction.
"I am so embarrassed though!" I argued.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about my beauty," he said, as he stroked my hair ever so softly. It was a very intimate gesture. I knew I would have to change my panties when I got to the room, and maybe even my skirt too, if he kept this up. "Let a poor old man buy a pretty lady a drink, please, would you?" He continued to say and ask the right things.
I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak yet.
"Perfect," he said, raising his hand to get the attention of our cocktail waitress. I was surprised when she came right over. 'Typical,' I thought. Most of the time I had to fetch my own drinks.
"Sandi, would you get us both another round please," he continued with that deep voice. My panties were saturated, and I suspected that my skirt had a wet spot on it too.
My conversations with Erick were mostly about home life and our future, and colleagues talked to me about work. However, Keven just wanted to talk about me. Wow, how flattering, I loved to be the center of attention. He wanted to know what I liked to eat, my favorite color, and my favorite time of the year. OK, maybe not very deep questions, but he was very good looking, so I was happy to go along with his attempted seduction. Oh, and he did ask about my children too.
After about an hour, he reached over and put his hand on mine. His boldness surprised me, but I liked the contact and didn't pull away, even when he held my hand by encircling it with his finger.
While we were chatting, one of the other lounge patrons started the juke box playing some toe-tapping music. Suddenly, without asking, Keven again surprised me by standing and pulling me to my feet. He led me to the small dance floor and began to dance. I mentally gave him an A plus for style.
I probably should have thought about the wet spot on my skirt, but all I could think about was how this really hot man was seducing me. Of course, I knew what he was doing, but I was enjoying it far too much to stop it.
Until this time in my life, I had only had sex with two men. The first time was on prom night when I lost my virginity to Branden, my boyfriend at the time. That was the only time that we had sex. The second time was with Erick when he took me, for the first time, on our wedding night. Erick knew I wasn't a virgin but wasn't bothered by that fact. Actually, Erick so enjoyed hearing about how I lost my virginity that we have role-played the story, in which he insists that I call him 'Branden', many times over the years.
As this man I had just met danced me around the small floor, I could only think of how wonderful it was to be held by a strong man. He spun me around, lowered his face to mine and kissed my lips. At first, I was shocked, but then I parted my lips and returned the kiss.
Travelling for work made for lonely nights, and I missed having my man in bed with me. I decided that, if I could have this man with me tonight, I would take him.
With that decision made, my pussy began lubricating so much that moisture started to run down my legs. I could smell my arousal, and I was certain he could too when his face lit up. He kissed me again, then whispered in my ear, "Let's go to my room."
I should have said 'no' but, with the excitement that I was feeling, and the accompanying wetness running down my legs, I just followed him obediently.
I held his arm as he walked us to his room and, after he unlocked the door, I walked in without any hesitation. I was about to willingly give myself to an almost complete stranger.
The experience of having this good-looking man wanting me was amazing and, being honest, the fact that I was about to cheat on my husband, and get away with it, was so wrong that I could not have been more aroused. I had passed the point of no return and I know now that I couldn't have stopped, even if my brain wanted to, because lust had taken over.
I removed my blouse even before the door completely shut. He turned, after securing the door, to see me unsnap my bra. I let it fall from my arms exposing my big, saggy breasts, to a man other than my husband, for the first time ever. The bra fell to the floor and I watched his eyes as he saw my breasts. I half expected him to be disappointed but, instead, he came to me, staring into my eyes while he kissed me and cupped my breasts at the same time. He spoke into my mouth. "What a gift you are. Your breasts are beautiful. I am really going to enjoy them."
Keven resumed kissing my mouth, then kissed all the way down my neck and continued to my boobs. He explored them with his hands and kissed them all over.
It was Erick's habit to take his time with my tits, too, and I thought he did that for my benefit more than his, but I could tell that Keven was enjoying them for himself. I wondered now if Erick also enjoyed them.
Keven began to suck hard on my nipples, causing sensations to go straight to my pussy and making me want to touch myself.
I moved to the bed and he followed, without letting go of my breasts. I sat down and laid back onto the bed, relaxing and enjoying his ministrations. I opened my legs and reached for my pussy hoping to get a quick orgasm, but he pushed my hand away and saying, "That's my job," before making his way down to my pussy with his mouth.
