The bookmakers in Vegas would have laughed at you if you would have asked for odds on it happening or they would have just said, "Maybe a billion or a billion and a half to one." But happen it did and I'm sitting here at a table with my wife and I'm watching disaster walking straight toward me.
Back in May I had received a phone call from a guy I used to work with. "You ready to leave Michigan yet?"
"Why? What's up?"
"The company I'm working for is looking for a few people with your qualifications. How does $3800 an month to start sound?"
"About $900 a month more than I'm getting now."
"And that ain't all bud. Fully paid health insurance, nine paid holidays, one week's vacation after one year, two after two and after five you get three. Throw in profit sharing and a company matching 401k and would it sound like something you might be interested in?"
"Who do I have to kill?"
"I'll send you an application. Send it back to me with a resume and I'll see if we can't get you out here to beautiful Colorado."
Three days later I received the application, sat down and I filled it out and sent it back the next day. Ten days later I got a phone call inviting me to Denver for an interview. I flew out, was offered a job, which I accepted and then I flew back home to break the news to my wife.
Even after having been married for ten years I obviously didn't know Kirby as well as I thought. I expected her to have a hissy fit at having to pack up and move twenty-four hundred miles to a city where she knew absolutely nobody, but all I got was "Denver? That's a lot closer to South Dakota than here."
"What's in South Dakota?"
"That's were I was born and where I lived until I was seventeen and dad moved us here."
"You want to go back and visit I take it."
"I wouldn't mind going back to see Di again."
"Who is Di?"
"My best friend all the way from kindergarten through the eleventh grade. We kept in pretty close touch until about a year before I met you."
"What happened then?"
"I don't know; she just stopped answering my letters and when I tried to call her all I got was a "This number is no longer in service."
"Well, the good news is that you will have plenty of time to go up to South Dakota and visit while I getting up to speed on the new job. The bad news is that you will have to stay behind and sell the house while I go on ahead. I'll start looking for a house as soon as I get there and with any luck we'll sell ours and I'll have a place for us to move into when you get there."
"When do you have to leave?"
"I have to be there on the eighteenth."
"Better stock up on vitamins and pep pills then."
"You are going to have to make love to me twice a day every day until you leave to make sure that I have enough to hold me until I get out there. Of course you don't have to. I could always sample the local talent until you are ready for me.""
"We better make that three times a day just to make sure that you can hold out."
"What's the matter lover, afraid some young stud might want to ring my chimes?"
"I know that some studs are going to want to, I just want to make sure that you don't give them the chance."
"Was there a compliment in there somewhere?"
"Come on baby, I'll race you to the bedroom."
The next couple of weeks were busy ones. I gave my two week notice, bought a shell for the back of my pick up truck and then started packing what I would need to set myself up in an apartment.
We put the house up for sale, did a survey of all we had to decided on whether or not we wanted to make the effort of moving it and came up with a quite a lot to put out in a garage sale. The night before I left Kirby did her best to give me enough sex to hold me until we could be together again and in the morning I kissed her goodbye and pointed the truck toward Colorado.
The trip took twenty-three hours of actual driving time and when I got to Denver I spent the first three days staying at my friend Gene's house while I looked for a place of my own. I finally found an apartment that didn't require a long-term lease and moved in. Two days later I started my new job and then it was ten and twelve hour days as I worked at learning my new job and learning the ways of the company.
On my days off I went house hunting. I was hampered by the fact that I had no down payment until my house in Michigan was sold and I ended up losing out on a couple of really nice ones. One day while I was looking at houses with a real estate agent I commented on the fact that I was wasting the time of both of us and he asked why. I told him and he asked, "Can you come up with fifteen hundred?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
"That is all you need to get an FHA loan. You'll need to bring ten percent down at the closing, but fifteen hundred is all you need to get the ball rolling."
We went back to one of the ones that I had liked and it was still available so I made an offer, it was accepted and then the owner asked me if I would like to rent the house while waiting for closing. The rent was only one-fifty more than I was paying for my apartment so it was a no brainer for me. I moved in and set up housekeeping and that is when life got complicated for me.
"You have to have a house warming" Gene said.
"Yeah, but shouldn't I at least wait until Kirby gets out here and we can get some furniture in the place?"
"Hell no. Furniture will only clutter up the place. You got hardwood floors in the living room and dining room and that's perfect for dancing."
"I still think I should wait for Kirby to move out here."
"You can have a real honest to god house warming when she gets out here with invitations and everything. This one will be just for the people that you work with. Just a little get together to get to know them better."
"Think so huh?"
"Yeah. Just some beer drinking, some dancing and some socializing with the people you work with."
We set it up for a Tuesday after work and everyone just came to my place instead of going to the bar for happy hour. No significant others, just the people from work.
I heard later that it was a pretty good party and I know that the part of it that I remember was, but it got pretty drunk out for me and I have no idea what happened after I flaked out.
What I do remember is waking up in the morning with a hot mouth on my cock. I raised up and shook my head to clear it and saw Marie from Accounting looking up at me as her head bobbed up and down on my dick. Once she saw that I was awake she stopped sucking on me, moved up and lowered herself onto my pole.
"I couldn't find an alarm clock to set for you so I decided to stick around and play alarm clock myself."
I had to admit that it did beat the hell out of hearing a 'click' followed by some radio station coming on, but it wasn't supposed to be happening. I didn't cheat on Kirby. At least I never had before and I had never intended to, so how did this happen? It was too late to stop it; actually, it had been too late when I woke up with my cock in Marie's mouth, so I just laid back and enjoyed it.
Marie bounced up and down on me for two or three minutes and then she said, "I can never get off when I'm on top. You awake enough to get the job done?"
"I can try," I said and I put my arms around her and rolled her over onto her back.
Another two minutes and she gave a little cry, her body shook a little and seconds later I let loose my load. After a few seconds for her to catch her breath she said, "I'd like to do it again. Think you can get it up quick enough to do the deed and still get us to work on time?"
I did and we did just make it to work with minutes to spare.
On the drive to work Marie asked, "When is your wife going to be here?"
"Not until we sell the house in Michigan, why?"
"Just wanted to know how long I had you to play with. We are going to do this again, right?"
"I don't really think that would be a good idea. What happened this morning shouldn't have and I'm pretty sure that had I been awake it wouldn't have."
"Don't be silly sweetie, if you didn't want it to happen there wouldn't have been a second time. For that matter, I'm only five feet one and soaking wet I don't weight more that a hundred and ten pounds. You could have easily pushed me away when you woke up. What I am offering sweetie, is no strings attached all you can handle sex until your wife gets here."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"Because fucking other women's husbands is what turns me on and it is safe."
"What do you mean by safe?"
"No emotional involvement for one thing. Also, hubbies don't usually play around that much because they don't want to take anything unwelcome to the little woman. That means they don't give me anything either. Best of all, they usually don't tell."
"You make a good case, but I love my wife and I want to stay faithful to her. Well, as faithful as I can after this morning. I'm just not a fool around kind of guy."
"I know that about you sweetie; that is the reason I want you. You are exactly the type of married man I like. You love your wife so you don't play around and that makes you safe. Think about it sweetie. Think about that slow, sensuous blow job and the two times we played. You liked it and you can have all you want until your wife gets here and then I'll fade away."
I'd like to say that I put her out of my mind and didn't give her proposition any thought, but I can't. Working ten feet from her ten hours a day, five days a week made that impossibility. Whenever I looked at her I remembered that hot mouth on my cock and the tightness of her pussy as she rode me.
One of the things that help keep a married man faithful is that even though he might have an urge to play from time to time he doesn't have, or want to spend the time and energy necessary to bed another woman. He doesn't want to make a play and be refused. He doesn't have or want to waste the time to date, to work up to the point where you try the first kiss, the first tentative touching of a leg or breast, with the possibility of being turned down always lurking in the background.
I didn't have any of those obstacles facing me. Marie was there and she was ready. All I had to do was ask, "See you after work?" and it was a done deal. As far as the 'faithful' business was concerned technically I no longer was and Marie had been right; I could have easily pushed her away and I could damned sure have said no to the second round. Before the morning I found Marie in my bed I had gone six weeks without sex and it could be a month or two more before I could fly back and spend a weekend with Kirby or get her out to Denver.
I will say this — I tried. I fought it, I really did and I was successful right up to the night of Gene's birthday party. I wasn't drunk, but I did have too much to drink to drive safely and so I spent the night in Gene's spare bedroom. I woke up Saturday morning to a hand caressing my balls and a hot mouth on my cock and when I looked I was not surprised to see that it was Marie. She took her mouth off me and smiled.