Past Comes Knocking

Prologue

Kathleen

Jacob and I had a fight before I left for my business trip in New York. As the head of HR for my mega company, I am often sent to locations all over the US and in Europe to give motivational training seminars or to train new HR employees.

Jake is uncomfortable with all the time I spend away from home. He has often asked me what I do on all of the nights alone on the road. My answer is always that I turn that around and ask him what he does while I am on the road.

This time Jake went through my luggage while I was in my morning shower getting ready for my flight to New York. He hit the roof when he found sexy lingerie style underwear in my luggage.

“Why do you need this shit when you are not at home?” he called to me angrily as I came out of my shower still drying off. “It makes me feel good wearing that under my work outfits. It gives me more confidence,” I had told him.

Jake was having none of that. “I can’t see why you would need to wear this shit. Who are you fucking?” he yelled at me. To put it plainly, I was really pissed off by his accusations. Not once have I ever cheated on Jake during the three years I have had to travel.

“Sure, I had done some dancing with other men and let them feel me up on the dance floor. I may have kissed a fella or two. I may have allowed a few to put their hands up my skirt and fingered me to orgasm. But I have not spread my legs for anyone. I have never had anyone back to my room.

There was an incident on my last trip when I allowed the intern who traveled with me to eat my pussy. And yes, I sucked him off too. But I don’t count that as cheating. But that has become a mess because that intern has followed me around like a smitten puppy ever since.

I arrived at JFK at half past 5pm on Sunday still pissed off about how Jake treated me this morning. Jake is a hunk of a man and has women all over him when he does his book signing tours. I could very easily be suspicious of him.

By the time I got to my room and showered to freshen up, it was dinner time. I had a nice Chicken Cordon Blue dinner with some white wine. I limited myself to two glasses of the wine not wanting to get tipsy just yet.

During my meal, I noticed a very handsome Nordick looking man who was also alone checking me out. He had that short blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes and square jawline that just screamed Swiss or Swedish.

I smiled at him and winked the next time I saw him checking me out. I put a little extra sway in my hips as I passed him leaving the dining room. Yes, I love being gawked at. What woman doesn’t like a little attention from men who are not their husband?

I had just received the drink I ordered when the blonde hunk slid into my booth seat. “Charge that to my room please,” he told the cocktail waitress and then told her his room number.

“Let me guess…You are Swedish?” I asked as he slid closer to me in the booth. “Nope, that would be my wife Freya. I am Danish from Copenhagen Denmark,” he answered. “And does Freya know that you try to pick up women in hotel bars?” I asked sassily.

“We are both from Scandinavia where marriage relationships are quite different than what you have here in the US,” he stated. “I guess you could say that we have an open marriage,” he added.

“So…You both…” “Yes, we both take other lovers. But that is just sex although we sometimes become very close friends with our lovers,” he answered before I could finish my sentence.

“My name is Riley,” he stated and you are by far the sexiest woman I have met in quite some time,” he told me smoothly. “And what, may I ask, is your name pretty lady?” he added.

“My name is Kathleen but my friends and family call me Kate,” I informed him. “Ah, a raven hair Irish Lass no less. That explains your stunning beauty,” he flirts shamelessly.

After we both take a sip of our drinks, my Martini and his Corona beer, a slow song started playing for the people on the dance floor. Taking another gulp of my drink, Riley insisted that we go dance to the slow song.

One slow song turned into two and then three. The entire time we danced, he had me pulled tight against his body making sure I felt the size of his huge cock grinding against my pussy. At the same time his hands wandered all over my body.

I must confess that I thoroughly enjoyed his attention to my body and I was curious as to how big

his cock might be. By the time we left the dance floor, my panties were swamped with my arousal. I knew that I was on dangerous ground when I agreed to go up to his room to have some wine with him.

I already could feel that my inhibitions were relaxed after the two glasses of wine and the large cocktail I had consumed. But one glass of wine couldn’t hurt…right?

I was halfway through the glass of wine Riley gave me when he talked me into removing my dress.

Standing in front of him in just my black lingerie and stockings, I knew that what was happening now was wrong.

But the thrill of being wanted so desperately by this young Danish stud was more than I could resist.

It was only a few moments later that I was

spread eagle on his bed with my legs wide open for him. “Oh my gawd yes,” I moaned lustily as he fed his banana shape and size 7-inch cock into my pussy to the root. Not as long as Jake’s 9-inch cock but fatter.

For just an instant I felt a pang of guilt when I noticed my wedding ring and remembered my husband Jake. But then after how he treated me this morning he deserves this…Right?

The absolute thrill of having this younger Nordic stud buried in my pussy washed away any guilt. Tempered by the alcohol racing through my system, not being much of a drinker, I am definitely a bit tipsy now. I feel only the pleasure and intense desire between me and Riley.

Riley fucked me twice that night and gave me an oral orgasm before we went to sleep together. My

mind was screaming that this was wrong, that I am married and I have no reason to suspect that Jake ever cheated on me.

Still, the fact that he questioned my loyalty this morning was reason enough to respond this way. Besides, this is just sex. Not really an affair. That’s not cheating…Right? In my heart I know that is bullshit. I know that I have in fact cheated on Jake.

It was in my morning shower before work that Riley chased my guilt away by fucking me savagely in the shower. Yes, this is just sex and it has been a long time since Jake fucked me this forcefully.

The sexual affair with Riley lasted for the entire 6 days that I was in New York including Saturday morning before I had to catch my flight home to Seattle. Jake is going to be mad that I left my cell

phone off the entire time I was in New York. His last contact with me was the fight we had Sunday morning.

When Jake met me at the airport, he apologized profusely about what he said a week ago. I told him that I was over that now and that we should just move on.

In my heart I feel deeply guilty that I cheated on Jake the entire week. I swear to myself that it will never happen again. I make it a promise inside that I will make this up to Jake somehow.