We both took the same vows.
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.