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Affair 3 One week later... (MF, cheat)
by Anonymous (rickr@jumpnet.com)
(c) 1997
**
As much as Michael wanted to just leave, and fly into Sara's
arms straight away from Tombstone, he knew there were
arrangements to be made, loose ends to tie up.
His first day back to work, Michael was excited. Not so
much to be going back to work, but, as many letters and
cards as he had written to Sara, he hadn't been able to
check his mailbox in three weeks and so had heard nothing
from her. He couldn't believe how much he missed not
hearing from her.
The mailbox wasn't at all on his way to work, but that
didn't matter. He wasn't about to go to work without
stopping by to check. It was a typical sized box, in one of
those Mail Express type places. He slid his key in the slot
and could hardly believe his eyes when he opened the door.
Mail literally came tumbling out of the box...big envelopes,
small envelopes, letters, cards. After they finished
pouring out, he still had to dig a bit to extract what was
left. He never realized how much mail could fit into one of
those small boxes. As he gathered them from the floor, he
noticed something on the back of one: #14. He turned
others over and found that they all had #something or other
on them. He smiled as it dawned on him, of course, he would
have no way of knowing when each was written, and it was
just like Sara to let him know, somehow, which order to open
them in. Every little thing she did for him, to him,
emotionally, physically, mentally just convinced him more he
was doing the right thing. The knowledge that he had
finally made the decision to be with her, a decision that he
knew would not change, no matter what, was comforting to
him.
Now if he could just figure out a way of making it happen.
He had tried just leaving, but he knew he couldn't,
wouldn't, just do that. His wife and stepsons had moved up
here from Texas to be with him. Their entire family was in
Texas and they were never comfortable living in the
Northwest. That was one of the big reasons that brought him
back from Denver in the first place...the feeling he was
abandoning them in an area they wouldn't have come to in the
first place, if not for him.
Having no time to read Sara's letters now, as much as he
wanted to, he headed into the office. He had just signed
on-line (Sara had promised to be there on the day he got
back). As the screen was coming up, the door to the clinic
opened. He minimized the window on his computer and went up
front to see who it could possibly be. To his surprise, it
was the clinic owner. He NEVER showed up early, in fact it
was an accomplishment for him to get there on time to see
his first patient. Without any pleasantries, he told
Michael he needed to see him in his office.
"Michael, I know you've been having some personal problems
in your life, and we've tried to help you through those, but
something has come up that we can't turn our backs on now."
Michael could feel the cold sweat forming, his stomach
churning...whatever was coming, he knew it wasn't good.
"While you were gone, we did some checking into the accounts
receivable. It seems that the receivables haven't been
being worked properly and the billings haven't been being
sent out in a timely enough manner. We've talked with our
accountants and to be quite blunt, they told us we ought to
fire you as soon as you got back, but you've been with us
for five years and you're not just our office manager. You
are our friend, as well, and we don't want to do that.
Instead, effective immediately, you are on a fourteen day
suspension, with pay, until we can research this further and
talk to a couple more people. We'll then have a meeting
with you and decide where we need to go from there."
Michael was thunderstruck, for about 5 minutes, then the
plan began to form in his mind. Oh, yes, God DOES work in
strange and mysterious ways, his wonders to behold. If he
had wanted some kind of a sign, he had just run smack dab
into a billboard!
He went back to his office, quickly typing an email to Sara
that something had happened, telling her he was okay, but
wouldn't be able to get on-line. He would call her as soon
as he could.
The next hour and a half were spent in a parking lot of a
local grocery store, reading all of Sara's cards and
letters. More surprises in store, as he discovered while he
read. It seemed her husband received a short notice
transfer and she had moved! To Texas!! To a small town
north of Dallas. In fact, she had been on the road that ran
in front of Wet and Wild while he had been there! God, so
close, yet... His mind was reeling. Just about the time a
plan formed in his mind, something came along to require an
amendment. But the plan was there and it was workable. The
one letter that meant more than anything was the one that
began:
Dearest Michael,
As I wrote to you in my last letter, my printer was packed,
but I've had to unpack it and hook it up again because my
hands are shaking too badly to write this out. I just
received your letter from Tombstone. My love, Halloween?
Really? I can't believe it, that is less than three months
away. Yes, Michael, I believe you. I know you would never
do anything to hurt me ever again and I do want to be with
you...forever.
Love Always,
Sara
Now that Sara had moved, there was no way of contacting her.
She had closed her old mailbox, so there was nothing to do
but wait for her to either call him at the house or write to
him, giving him a new address or phone number. That was
going to be even harder than waiting the two weeks to find
out if he had a job or not, although the second part didn't
matter. He already knew he wasn't going back. He was
moving the family to Texas.
Plans were made and they listed the house with a realtor.
While his wife stayed with the house, the kids would be able
to stay in their old schools, and Michael would go to Texas
ahead of time, to pave the way for the move. After some
touchup work on the house, he loaded the van, along with a
large U-Haul trailer to pull behind and he was off.
Of course, Sara was aware of everything that was happening
at this point. The letters continued. In fact, the day
after he returned from vacation, an express mail package
arrived in his box with her new address and phone number,
accompanied by an anxious note wondering what had happened.
He had called her at once and explained everything as he
knew it at the time. They both were excited about the
prospect of being together so soon. Just knowing they would
be in the same state, even as large a state as Texas, was an
achievement.
He had written her his itinerary for his return trip to
Texas. He was going to drive to the town she was in and
spend a couple of days with her, whatever time she could
allow him, before continuing down to South Central Texas
which was his final destination. He gave her the name and
location of the motel he would be staying in and the time he
expected to arrive. As luck would have it, thanks to a
flat tire in the middle of nowhere in Oklahoma on a Sunday,
he was late.
"Somebody is going to be glad you've arrived," the pretty
young desk clerk told Michael when he checked in.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I've had a call about every half hour for the last
three hours asking if you have checked in yet. Some lady
that wouldn't leave her name," she smiled.
"Oh. Well, thanks for telling me," Michael responded,
unable to stifle a smile of his own.
"Y'all have a real nice stay, now," she teased.
Ten minutes after arriving in his room, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" he said into the receiver, as if he had to say it
like a question. Sara was, after all, the only one that had
a clue where he was.
"Hi..." that voice again that could always make his heart
race, no matter how often he heard it.
"Hi, darling. I love you. I miss you. I want you so badly
right this minute," Michael whispered.
"I know, Michael, but you know I can't come over tonight.
I'll be over as soon as I can in the morning, though. What
room are you in?"
Michael gave Sara the room number. "I know you can't come
over right now, but that doesn't mean all of the other
things aren't true."
"I'll see you in the morning. I'm in the garage supposedly
calling my sister. Gotta run, honey. I love you so much,
Michael," and then the line went dead.
Michael slept well that night. He didn't think he would,
but just being so close to Sara this evening made him feel
almost at the home he always wanted to be at, the home he
had been searching for all these years.
He awoke and took his shower. He knew Sara couldn't be here
until 10:00 or so and he went out to change the tire on the
van from the spare back to the road tire. As he was
working, he looked up. She was standing next to the
building, leaning against it, watching him. She was even
more beautiful than he remembered. Her porcelain skin, the
sun reflecting off her silky red hair, her hazel eyes. Her
lips were so sensual, the faint trace of freckles on her
face so appealing. Leaving his tools on the ground, he
stood and walked to her. He didn't want to run, he wanted
to take all of this vision of beauty in. She was wearing a
black skirt, a few inches above the knee, showing off her
wonderful legs. Even at 45 she had the best legs he'd ever
seen. Thoughts flashed back to Denver and how they had felt
wrapped around him as he was in her, how they felt draped
over his shoulders as his tongue was upon her. Her sweater
was black and red striped, accentuating the swell of her
near perfect breasts. God, how he loved the way they swayed
toward him when she was astride him. He was mesmerized, his
eyes locked onto hers as he walked toward her. Taking her
into his arms, hers folding around him, they kissed in the
parking lot of that motel like lovers who had not seen each
other in months, as indeed they were.
"God, Sara, I love you," he whispered into her hair as they
embraced. "I've missed you as I have never missed anybody
in my life and I promise never to hurt you like that ever
again," the tears welling up in his eyes again at the
thought of what he had put her through.
"It's okay, baby, I know. I KNOW you did what you felt you
had to do and I really do understand. That's all behind us
now. We're here with each other now and that's all that
counts. All I want right now is to make love with you, to
feel us together, to know that soon we'll spend the rest of
our lives together, making each other happy, never hurting
each other."
Abandoning his tools, the tire still half off, lying in the
parking lot, he led her to his room, to their room. Once
inside, they were two lovers possessed. They slammed and
locked the door and were upon each other. Their mouths and
tongues exploring, his hands slipped beneath her sweater,
releasing the front clasp of her bra, separating the halves
and cupping his hands to her breasts, her already erect
nipples hard against the palms of his hands. As they
continued their passionate kiss, she reached for his shirt,
tearing the front apart, sending buttons scattering
everywhere. He shuffled out of it and raised her sweater
over her head, discarding it and her bra on the now
increasing pile of clothing on the floor. His mouth was
upon her breasts, tasting her for the first time in so long,
yet remembering her flavor perfectly. Her back arched,
pressing herself more tightly against him.
Twirling her around he pressed her against the dresser,
raising her skirt over her hips, exposing the white tops of
her legs above her black stockings, and her pantiless pussy.
She leaned back against the dresser, her ass sliding upon it
and he immediately knelt before her, his mouth pressing on
her already wet pussy, his tongue sliding into her, invading
her very core. Her hips thrust hard against his mouth, his
mustache tickling her clit, she was ready to come already
and as he sucked and licked her she climaxed. Not backing
off, but pulling his tongue from within her, he circled her
clit with it, bathing it, washing it, stimulating her
mercilessly until she came again. He loved making her come
and continued to manipulate her clit, sending her on a
rollercoaster of miniclimax after miniclimax until she
begged him to fuck her.
Standing, his throbbing tool in his hand, he entered her
like a man possessed. Her back was against the mirror of
the dresser, her ankles over his shoulders, almost doubled
in two as he slammed his hard cock over and over into her.
Her words of encouragement, how much she loved the feeling
of him inside her, how he could fuck her like no man ever
could, how he made her feel as she never had before, spurred
him on. He was an animal, filled with animal lust and he
couldn't get deeply enough into her. His balls tensed and
she could feel him expanding within her.
"Oh, God, Michael...yes, I feel you getting bigger...give it
to me harder. Michael, I'm going to come again with you
inside me!" And so she did, as Michael unleashed the most
intense orgasm he had ever felt in his life. He remained
hard inside of her for a long time, but finally, nature
being what it is, he slipped from within her.
They lay together on the bed, talking, planning dreaming.
They made love many times in the next two days, and if Sara
wasn't telling Michael that she loved him, then he was
telling her. No hesitations this time. Never another
hesitation for as long as they would be together. Sara
still had to leave at the end of the day, much to Michael's
dismay, but he knew the realities. They were planning on
destroying two marriages for their own benefit, not that the
marriages weren't pretty well shot already, but still.
The plans continued whenever they were not making love and,
by the end of the two days, they were pretty well
established. They discussed it, and considering the sale of
the house up north and things that Sara would have to do,
Halloween probably wasn't a realistic date. But they
decided Christmas should definitely be workable and
discussed spending their first Christmas together.
Little did they know that something neither of them had any
control of would lay waste to those plans as well...
Author's note:
This is not the end of the story...this is actually a
continuation of a nearly three year relationship that, as of
this writing, is still tenuously viable. This is also a
true narrative. I would appreciate comments, either pro or
con on the main characters' choices and whether you are
interested in how this relationship progresses. Comments
can be emailed directly to:
rickr@jumpnet.com