At forty-five years of age, I had finally come to the realization that spending only 4 months out of the year inside the comfort of my home was not the lifestyle I envisioned. I had built a successful international risk mitigation consulting firm. The problem with the international part of it was that most of my clients were in Europe. Flying from Seattle to London, Frankfurt, Berlin or Paris was not the shortest trip.
Four years prior, I had gotten to the point where I could fly first class, which made the 10-hour flights less frustrating, but the bigger my small company got, the more often those flights had to take place.
On my forty-fifth birthday, I was in Paris and my beautiful wife Anna surprised me at my hotel, wearing a trench coat and lingerie underneath. She granted my long-time bucket list wish of cumming on her face that night. I was so sexually backed up, that I covered her face and brown hair, before collapsing next to her with a smile on my face. Despite her thirty-seven years of age, she was more beautiful than most women I came across on a daily basis.
Our sex life was awesome when we were around each other. She was always the one to initiate and made me feel like a million bucks when she came each time. She never asked me if I remained faithful over the 16 years of marriage, but I could proudly say I did.
That surprise in Paris made me realize that I didn't want to be away from her that often anymore. I decided that night that I would hire an executive that could go on some of the trips for me and I would focus on the big accounts. Since eighty percent of my income came from three clients, that would mean that I would only have to take about four trips to Europe per year.
It took me six months and about two dozen interviews to hire Jim, an eager thirty-five-year-old that had been working in the same industry for a major firm. I was able to offer him $250,000 a year and some retention bonuses on top of it.
We spent the next four weeks visiting all clients and going over the details of each contract. I knew I hired the right guy when he not only made great first impressions with all clients, but also provided great insight from day one.
I wanted to surprise Anna, by returning home from a trip three days early and tell her that my next trip probably would not need to happen for another few months. I booked a trip to Cabo San Lucas and was planning on giving Anna a day to pack.
Since she was a homemaker, enjoying the fruits of my labor, I knew there would be very little changes in her plans.
The driver pulled up to our Medina home and quickly noticed another car in the driveway. I didn't think much of it at first, but the car was rather run down and had a bunch of crap inside. Instead of opening the garage, I opened the front door quietly and the moment I stepped in, my I nearly pissed my pants. I could clearly hear my wife moaning in pleasure. I walked down the hallway towards the large room we used as a home gym, and there she was, being fucked by a young-looking guy that I figured was her personal trainer.
I was about to grab the guy and choke him to death, but I decided to pull out my phone, take a few pictures and a video of them before sneaking back out again. My heart was racing, I was visibly shaking and, for the first time in my life, I was facing a stressful situation that I had no idea how to handle.
I called my best friend Dave and asked him to come pick me up. We headed to a bar in downtown Bellevue, and Dave did his best to calm me down.
"Let me ask you a question, and don't get pissed off. Have you ever cheated on her?" he asked.
"No, I was naïve enough to turn away any of the advances over the years. Why?" I asked.
"Just making sure that you are not a hypocrite. I know you love her and, as a lawyer, I can tell you that despite the video you have, you are gonna lose a bunch if this ends up in divorce," he explained.
Two beers later, it became clear that I wanted to make it work out, assuming that Anna wanted to as well.
"I sure as hell don't want her not to pay for this somehow," I said.
"Hear me out. What if you show her how it feels?" Dave said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
His mind started racing: "You hire an escort. You and Anna decide to do some BDMS type shit and she gets handcuffed. Then walks in the escort and you show her the video that you took and fuck the babe in front of her. Hell, have her sit on a vibrator that will make her cum while she watches her husband sleep with another woman."
I literally began visualizing the scenario. I pondered for a moment and told him that I thought I liked the idea. Dave bought me another beer and began to look online for some escort sites.
I needed a day to cool off so I did not tell Anna that I was stateside and spent the night at Dave's instead. We went to the gym together and my anger allowed me to lift more weights than ever despite still feeling the effects from the beers and jetlag.
I was struggling with my last rep of bench press, when Dave, who was spotting me, greeted a woman and nearly caused me to drop the weight on myself. When I sat up, I could see the reason why he got so distracted.
He introduced me to Jen, a slender, tall, young blonde that had every genetic reason to only wear a sports bra and tight Gymshark leggings.
"Jen is the admin we just hired at the office," Dave explained and we shook hands.
For the first time in a long time, I had no issue checking out another woman without a sense of guilt. I think she noticed my visual approval and she smiled in return.
"Are you going to Happy Hour after this?" Jen asked.
"Oh crap, I completely forgot about it. I can't tonight, sorry," Dave said, indirectly referring to my situation.
"Don't cancel because of me," I said.
"You can come too," Jen said excitedly.
We agreed that we would head back to Dave's place to get ready.
"She is gorgeous," I said once we got to the car.
"I am not sure if she is trying to earn a bonus from the VPs, but she has sex appeal written all over her. She wears the shortest skirts and highest heels to the office. But, she is super professional so I don't think any of the guys have tried to make a move," he explained.
We got to the bar and true to Dave's statement, there was Jen, wearing heels and a short skirt and blouse. Sitting on a bar stool disabled her choice to hide her sexy long legs. She reserved a seat to her right that I took and Dave sat across from her. We were joined by five more co-workers, most of which I knew already.
Two hours into the evening, the crowd size began to dwindle and Dave made sure to keep me liquored up. Jen turned out to be a light-weight and was visibly intoxicated.
After another thirty minutes, only Jen, Dave and I were left and out conversation switched to me.
"I see you are wearing a wedding ring, where is the wife?" she asked.
