Even though I’m somewhat of a moralist, I felt that she was justified, and I agreed with her position. We continued to enjoy each other’s explicit emails for several months. During this time she hadn’t yet acted on her threat of having an affair, one of the reasons being that she didn’t have any hot candidates, another was that she wasn’t a bar person, and the thoughts of picking up strange men frightened her. Besides that, she repeatedly told me that she was getting ‘a lot of kicks’ out of our explicit exchanges. She seemed to really enjoy my messages where I’d tell her just what I’d do to her if I were her chosen lover. She, of course, would tell me just how she’d respond, which served to arouse me, as well. However, my arousal was tempered by the fact that I pictured her as a wrinkly, flabby elderly lady, not at all attractive.
Things were going merrily along with Irma and I until something highly unlikely and coincidental occurred. My manager at work handed me a new assignment, which both excited and frightened me at the same time.
As part of my job as an engineer, I’m required to travel on occasion (very rare occasions in recent years) in order to resolve technical problems with vendors whose parts we use in our product. My manager informed me that my expertise was required in Denver (of all places) for 2 or 3 days to help resolve a problem with one such vendor. This request came about a little less than a month after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and I tried to talk my way out of the trip, as I’m a white-knuckle flyer under normal circumstances. After two days of fighting a losing battle with management, I reluctantly agreed to go. If the truth be known, I didn’t fight especially hard, the prospect of meeting Irma was in the back of my mind. Even though I had pictured her as unattractive, we had become friends and confidants and I was anxious to meet her.
Before I left work that day, which was a Friday, our secretary finalized my itinerary, which included rental car and hotel reservations, and purchased a seat for me on a plane to Denver early the following Monday morning.
Several thoughts were reeling through my feeble brain, instead of thinking about the potential danger of flying, I was excitedly thinking of Irma, ‘should I tell her that I’m going to be in Denver? If I do, I’ll probably get myself into trouble and fuck her silly (not all bad!). Yeah, but the guilt of cheating on my wife, would it be worth it? Damn! What should I do? I haven’t had any new pussy in over 18 years, I need some variety in my life, right?’ Try as I might, I couldn’t justify cheating on my wife.
Before I go any further, I need to supply a little background information on my marriage. My wife and I met at a hotel lounge almost 19 years ago (both of us were divorced at the time). I was so smitten with her at that first meeting that I pursued her with a vigor that was very untypical of me, and I haven’t touched another woman since. We’ve had a volatile marriage, but I love her dearly, and in recent years our sex life has soured (not an uncommon problem), and she has resisted many of my suggestions to spice it up, which serves to explain my sexual frustration.