A few moments later I came, and his thrusts became a little more powerful. “Oh my. Bryan, you just made me come. Can you do it again?” I asked. He kept his pattern and, as I began to moan my second orgasm, I could hear his grunts and feel his cock begin to swell and release his second load inside me.
I was amazed that we both came together loudly. He fell on top of me, panting, and once more I had the weight of a man on me. Although Bryan was not nearly as heavy as Keven, it was a good feeling anyway.
Chapter Four: Next morning
I woke the next morning in Bryan’s arms. I loved being with a man and his ‘morning wood’. Bryan was horny and I wasn’t going to disappoint him as he tried to seduce me. I was amazed at Bryan’s overnight transformation from being shy and tentative, to a much better and more confident lover. He fucked me with confidence, and I came three times before he exploded and laid on top of me. I loved that.
That night after work, I found Bryan had also just finished for the day. We ate supper together before I went to my room to call Erick. My husband and I spoke for a while and then I called Lora, my daughter, and chatted a little. Lastly, I called my son but, as always, he was too busy to talk to me. Not long after finishing my calls, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find a smiling Bryan standing there. He asked me if I would like a drink, holding up a freshly made martini.
Perhaps I should have politely declined his kind gesture and sent him away but, instead, I opened the door wider and let him in. Then I opened my legs and let him in, again. The sex was good. It seemed that Bryan’s technique was improving with practice. For the second consecutive night, we slept together, and I woke up on Friday morning in his arms. Of course, we had sex that morning.
I told him that I wouldn’t see him later in the day, because I would be flying home to New Orleans to be with my family. He said to have a safe trip and that he hoped to see me again on Wednesday. I kissed him goodbye and headed to work.
Chapter Five: Home
My flight landed, on time, at the New Orleans International Airport. My car was parked in long term parking, so I retrieved it and drove home. When I arrived Erick was still at work, so I started doing my laundry, as I did every week, and took a long, hot shower. I had stopped on the drive home to buy a douche. I wanted to clean myself thoroughly, after the week I had, before letting Erick touch me.
On the flight home, I had made the decision not to refuse Eric anything sexual. Although I had been a real slut while traveling this week, I knew that I loved only my husband, and I didn’t want to lose him, so I would make sure that Erick wanted for nothing.
To prepare for greeting Erick, I put on a sexy dress, thigh-high stockings and stilettos, but omitted panties and a bra. Erick’s and my sex life had deteriorated over the past couple of years, and I was determined to improve it.
I heard the garage door and went to meet my husband. Immediately he walked into the house, I kissed him passionately, not letting him break the kiss for ten seconds.
After the kiss I asked him, “Would you like to go upstairs and rip this dress off me, or would you rather eat dinner first?”
Without a word, he lifted me, carried me upstairs, and put me on the bed. He didn’t rip the dress off me, since he knew it was very expensive, but removed it quickly anyway. He took me missionary style, and I loved when his very long cock shot its load in my womb. I repeatedly kissed him.
I had planned to go downstairs and make dinner, but Erick told me to put my dress back on and he would take me out for supper. So, I did.
We had a marvelous date. We talked about our future and us. We talked about a Caribbean cruise this year for a vacation. We talked about maybe taking the kids with us, if they would like, as we hadn’t seen them at all since college started.
I made love to Erick each day of the weekend, and even on Monday morning before I left for work.
Chapter Six: Busted
For the next 14 months, each week was a repeat of that glorious week. Monday and Tuesday nights, and Wednesday morning, I had sex with Keven. Wednesday and Thursday nights, and Friday morning, I spent with Bryan. The weekends I would spend with my husband. Other than when I was on my cycle, I never refused any of my three lovers.
One weekend, in the kitchen, I decided to experiment with a different way to cook the skinless chicken breasts I had out for dinner. I was about to go upstairs, to get my computer, when I noticed Erick’s computer on the table, so I decided to spare myself some steps and use it to find a new recipe. Entering his password ‘K. A. T. E.’ brought the computer’s desktop, featuring a photo of me about ten years ago in a bikini on a Hawaii beach, to life.
I was looking for the google icon when I saw a folder labeled ‘Kate’s lovers.’ Nervously, I stared at the icon, finally clicking the mouse to open the folder. There were two additional folders inside: ‘Bryan Curtis’ and ‘Keven Stiles’.
With dread I opened the first folder. It contained numerous photos of Bryan and me. Some with us at dinner. Some kissing. Even some of us going into a room at the hotel.
I opened the other folder. There were photos of Keven and me at dinner, kissing, entering hotel rooms. There was even an audio file of us having sex, and a couple of video files of us kissing and flirting with each other. Erick had me cold. I was toast. Cold toast.
I wondered how long Erick had known. Hovering the mouse over the files brought up their creation dates. The files were all several months old and I couldn’t understand why Erick had not yet taken action over my despicable betrayal of his trust.
Chapter Seven: Confrontation
I was very nervous when my husband arrived home. He acted as if all was right in the world, bebopping around the kitchen, dancing around me, as if it was the best day of his life. The new chicken recipe had led to a nice dinner and, after we had eaten and cleaned up, Erick went to sit in the living room.
I went upstairs to think through my predicament, contemplating several courses of action. I thought about springing the trap myself and getting over the suspense. I thought of playing out his waiting game. I thought of a lot of things I could or should do. Finally I decided that I couldn’t have this hanging over my head. He already knew about my two lovers, nothing could change that, and I had no idea what he planned to do.
Suddenly I had a horrible thought. Maybe the son-of-a-bitch had a lover himself and, knowing about my lovers made it ok for him to screw around on me. How dare he do that, the no-good piece of shit!
I stormed into the living room, put my fists on my hips, and demanded. “OK, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?” Now, there are a lot of statements in my life I would like to take back, but that one will forever be on the top of my list.
Erick looked at me like I was crazy for a long moment, before he started to laugh. His dry chuckles started slowly, and deepened in his chest, until they sounded almost evil.
“I am serious here Erick! Who is the woman you are fucking while I am out of town???”
He couldn’t control his laughter, holding up his hand to let me know he would answer as soon as he was capable. It took quite a while for him to settle down, and I maintained my attitude and position as he quieted. Finally, he said, “I can assure you that I have not had sex with anyone else since I married you.”
“Then why…” Ok, another statement I wanted to take back.
“Why what sweetheart?” he asked.
I thought for a moment, not wanting to give anything more away. “Why are you laughing at me?” I asked.