Skeletons in my Closet part 12

Skeletons in my Closet part 12

Skeletons in my closet part 12 The Tragic Accident and fun on the road

Keith decided to throw another party for Labor Day. Once again it was just to be Danny, Sara, Linda, and Megan and I. It was going to be the end of Summer event. I wish that day had never happened as perhaps I wouldn't have this skeleton in my closet.

It was Saturday afternoon during labor day weekend. A day most Americans celebrated however after today we never would celebrate it again. We all were sitting on the back porch. Megan was down putting Ginger through her routine.

We all loved to watch her ride that horse. They seemed like a well oiled machine and made it look so easy. They seemed to know just what the other was doing or thinking.

She had ribbons hanging in Ginger’s stall to prove it as well. That horse loved her as much as she loved her. We all had watched her many times with no problems.

Keith had even built her a small jumping area complete with water jumps, fences, and hedges to jump over. It was close enough to the back porch so we could watch her.

We all watched in horror that day as Ginger sort of stumbled upon going to jump the hedges. Instead of jumping Ginger sort of rolled over the hedges with Megan still on her. That big horse rolled right over the top of her just laying there on her.

Keith was off the porch in an instant with Danny right behind him telling us to call 911 and tell them we needed air medical transport. As Keith jumped the fence and got to Ginger the horse rose up slowly and limped away. Megan lies lifeless upon the ground. I watched as both Keith and Danny worked on her. One giving her mouth to mouth as the other did chest compression on her I thought she was dead as the others held me.

The life flight helicopter finally arrived they placed her inside telling us they only had room for one person. Keith placed me in the helicopter telling me they would be with us soon. I held her lifeless hand as we flew to the closest trauma center. I prayed to God to let her be alright even in that I had not prayed for years.

When Danny, Sara, Linda, and Keith arrived I went to Keith I beat my fists upon his chest. Telling him he had promised me she wouldn’t get hurt by Ginger. I told him I hated him as he had broken his promise to me. I told him I wish I had never met him.

Danny quickly pulled me away walking me out of the family waiting room. Danny told me not to blame Keith it was an accident we all had seen it. Kate that man feels bad enough don't make his pain any greater or his grief any deeper as he already blames himself please don't make it any worst on him by you blaming him as well.

However my damage had already been done.

I returned to Keith apologizing for my outburst. I told him it was not his fault. I waited to hear his usual reply to that of I know Kate, I know.

However, I heard, ”It was my fault and I am to blame Kate,” as that big strong man cried in my arms as I cried into his.

Around ten hours later the doctor came to see us. He explained she was resting comfortably after surgery. He explained she had been placed in a drug-induced coma to make her more comfortable.

He told us she suffered two collapsed lungs, broken ribs, several internal injuries and a severely crushed pelvis. He told us she would recover but it would take time. He also informed us she would never be able to have children as they had to give her a hysterectomy as those organs were pretty much destroyed in her accident.

The doctor asked just who was daddy looking at Keith and Danny. Keith raised his hand. The doctor walked over and handed Keith that army ranger ring.

”Megan wanted you to have this as it makes you stronger and wanted you to know it was not your fault or Gingers before we put her out,” the doctor said.

Keith's eye filled with tears as Danny took him for a walk. The doctor asked me if those two men had been the ones first to her I told him yes. He told me those two men had saved her life because of their quick thinking and actions. She was alive today because of them.

As to Ginger, the vet had to put her down due to her injuries to her leg. Keith sold the other horses as well. No one would ride our land on horseback ever again after that day. In fact a lot of changes were about to enter our lives.

Keith saw to it that she got the best medical care money could buy. We both were at the hospital every day until she came home. Keith remodeled the house giving Megan the other master bedroom where Sara and Linda slept. It had a full hospital bed, a whirlpool bath and everything they told us Megan would need for her recovery.

Once at home she had her own private nurse which only lasted a week. Megan only wanted daddy to help her. Keith was spending all his time with her while I sort of oversaw the business.

He told me nothing mattered to him anymore except for her recovery. In a way that meant me as well I suppose. Keith and I started to drift apart as all his time was devoted to Megan. I would leave in the morning with him beside her bed.

When I arrived home from work he would still be beside her bed stroking her long blonde hair. I knew he blamed himself and I suppose I myself still blamed him as well.

Keith cooked for us both. I ate my meal alone at the kitchen island while Keith ate with Megan helping her when she needed it. I once asked Megan maybe it would be better if I helped her bathe and go to the bathroom as she had to use a bed pan for a long time.

”No mom Keith is gentle when bathing me and looks away when using the bedpan.” ”Daddy is no pervert,” Megan said to me.

I wanted to help or at least be part of her recovery. However she seemed to push me away instead. I went to Keith who told me I was part of her recovery as without me handling his business none of this would be possible.

I spent a lot of my time in our family room drinking. I did what Keith did when he had his war wall. I would run my hand over photos of Megan on our new family wall. Except I didn’t stop at just one shot. The first time I woke passed out in the family room I didn’t think much of it by my 3rd time I knew I might have a drinking problem.

At work I made a few changes I appointed Keith's 4 best men to supervisors. I tried to clear it with Keith but he told me to use Ms. K’s judgement as that girl knew business. It freed me up from going to work sites except on Friday as I always checked up on them then.

His employees accepted my leadership without any questions. I was forever bringing Megan cards, banners and get well gifts home from work.The time we spent together was short but she enjoyed the cards and gifts. I loved that time personally as I felt I was helping her. It also gave Keith that alone time he needed.

I was Keith now so I worked long hours and was on the road from time to time for business. Meetings out of town, buying new equipment. I used to love those time as Keith and I did them together. Keith gave me permission to have fun during my time on the road.

”I know you will with or without my permission anyways,” Keith said to me.

That hurt as it meant he didn't trust me. If I tried to talk to him about it or about us it seemed Megan needed him or he just didn't want to discuss it. Our love making was just ok he still got me off. However I felt as if I was not giving him pleasure.

I talked to Linda and Sara about it as they were there every weekend helping with Megan and Keith. They told me he had probably lost his ability to love once again due to the grief in his heart he had for Megan.

”He blames himself Kate,” ”He also knows deep down you blame him as well,” Sara said to me.

She was right as I blamed him everytime I saw her in that bed. Each moan of pain, each tears that trailed down her face, her daily struggle with recovering was his fault, I kept it within myself but in some ways I hated the man I had grown so fond of and loved.

Perhaps that was why I enjoyed my time away from him. Linda informed me that I had a construction convention coming soon in Michigan. She informed me Keith never missed it however this year I was to take his place.

I went to Keith telling him that he needed to attend it. Keith told me no as it was a Thursday and Friday of rubbing elbows and a Saturday of dinner and partying.

”You need this as I know I am of no use to you right now,” Keith said with his head down.

I probably should have lifted his head and told him that was untrue, but then I would have been telling him a untruth. Keith told me not to go as his wife but to go as Ms. K.

”I need you to have fun as Ms. K as much as you do,” Keith said to me.

Once at the convention I was handed a name tag that said Ms. K. During the meet and greet part I was introduced as Ms. K, Keith's personal assistant. Everyone there wanted to know where Keith was.

I told them his daughter had a riding accident and was at home tending to her. He had also sent me in his place. Most told me they didn't even know he had a daughter, or that he was married.

”Your boss is sort of a loner but very well respected,” they said to me.

Technically it was rather boring as they had meetings discussing different building tactics, OSHA laws, and how to deal with employees as well as insurance on employees. Everyone stayed at the same hotel as everything was held there.

Come Saturday night we all sat down for dinner. I had worn a pair of black 5 inch strapped black high heels, a tight low cut mid length cocktail dress with a slit to about my thigh. It showed my tits, my sharply legs which were encased in lovely black thigh high nylons and my hot ass. Most of the men had their wives with them. However a lot had women way to young to be their wives.

I had one sexy young woman ask me what escort service I worked for. I told her I didn't as I actually worked for a company. She smiled as she reached into her handbag.

She handed me a card as she said, ”You ever get tired of that job give her a call, ” I could always use a girl as lovely as you.”

The card read All star escort service we can handle all your desires. I was flattered but also wondered if Keith ever attended with a escort. After dinner they had a band and dancing. I moved to the bar sitting in a high back very comfortable bar stool.

I was on my second drink. I noticed a man sitting a few places down from me. He was in his fifties about 5’ 10 ” silver grey hair, not bad looking and very well dressed.

He seemed to smile at me from time to time. I knew his name was Harold as I had sat next to him during our seminars. I lost track of him as I checked others out in the bar.

”Ms. K is this seat taken?” Harold asked placing his hand on the chair next to me.

”Be my guest,” I replied smiling.

Harold sat down next to me. He told me he hated these events. They used to be fun until his wife died recently. I told him I was sorry to hear about that.

”I hope your boss Keith's daughter recover quickly he is a good man,” Harold said to me.

I told him his daughter was in very capable hands. I asked him if he knew Keith. He told me in name only as his company was much smaller than Keith's.

”Your boss had given me great advice and my company had grown since last year,” Harold said to me.

Harold told me he was very impressed with my knowledge of the construction business. I informed him Keith had taught me everything I knew. He asked how long had I worked for Keith, I lied telling him four years.

I finished my drink quickly hoping he wouldn't question my remark. Harold called the bartender over ordering us drinks. I went to pay for my drink but Harold stopped me.

”A gentleman never lets a lovely woman buy her own drinks,” Harold said smiling at me.

We talked shop and drank with him buying the drinks. I asked Harold about his wife. I found out her name was Doris and that she died of cancer a few months ago. He told me he missed her but she was in a better place.

”I only wish she could have lasted long enough to have that one last dance,” Harold said with a slight tremble in his voice.

He told me she loved dancing at these events. He loved it too as all eyes would be on her. Harold told me she was as lovely as I was.

I smiled at him as I said, ”I am not Doris but if he would like that last dance in her memory I was game.”

Harold smiled telling me he would enjoy that. We walked to the dance floor just as the band played a slow dance. Harold sort of awkwardly took me into his arms.

I stepped back from him as I said, ”I am sure you danced differently with Doris, just think of me as her.”

Harold wrapped me tightly in his arms placing my head upon his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him as his hand went to my ass. Harold danced me around the room. We both sort of noticed everyone was watching us.

Harold whispered in my ear, ”That brings back memories.”

I pressed my body tighter against his by the time our dance ended I could feel his hard cock pressing into me as his hand roamed my ass. The dance ended and Harold walked me back to the bar. He helped me to sit down.

”Sorry Ms.K if my hand was a bit forward but you felt so much like Doris in my arm.”

A small tear formed in his eye. I wiped as I told him it was ok as I had enjoyed his dance. Harold sat back down and I scooted closer to him I laced my arm through his.

Another man came over and asked me to dance. I shook my head no but Harold told me to dance as Doris would have. I danced with the man pressing my tits into him. His hand also roamed across my butt.

By the time he walked me back to the bar my pussy was dripping. As I sat down next to Harold I placed my hand on his thigh. He looked to me as I looked to him.

Our lips met and we kissed. It was a quick kiss but I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a more passionate kiss. We drank, danced and I danced with other men. All the while Harold and others watched. I loved that attention I had pussy juices running down both my thighs.

The night soon came to a close the band said it would be the last dance. I grabbed Harolds hand leading him to the dance floor. As we danced I felt his boner against me. I moved my hand to it rubbing and sqeezing at it. The dance ended as we kissed once more.

I broke our kiss smiled at him as I asked, ”Care to join me for a night cap in my room?”

Harold took my hand and pointed to my wedding ring. Damn it I should have taken it off I thought. Harold told me he didn't think my husband would like that.

”My husband and I aren't really close any longer,” I whispered in his ear as I nipped at his ear lobe.

Harold took my hand telling me to lead the way. We walked to my room with my arm laced through his. Inside I make us a drink from the mini bar in the room. I handed him his drink telling him I would be right back.

I grabbed my small bag and went into the bathroom. I changed into a slinky sexy outfit leaving my thigh highs and heels on. I checked the girls to make sure they were in their glory. I returned to Harold.

”Holy shit you are even more beautiful than I thought,” Harold said checking me out.

Harold was sitting at the edge of the bed. I took his drink from him placing it on the night stand. I knelt between his legs undoing his pants. I fished his hard cock from his boxers.

His cock was about 6 inches and very thick. I pumped at it with my hand as I traced my tongue around his dickhead. I took his cock into my mouth. I started to bob my head upon his cock. I was soon taking all his cock down to his balls in my mouth.

Harold moaned softly as I sucked upon his cock. I removed my mouth from his cock as I licked at his balls. I used one hand pumping on his cock.

Pre-cum started to leak from his cock. It was not a small amount but heavy thick pre-cum running down his cock and onto my hand. I licked it from my hand then his cock. I started to suck his cock again.

Harold stopped me telling me to let him get more comfortable. He removed his clothes then lay back in the bed. He pulled me next to him kissing me passionately. Harold broke our kiss as he moved down the bed. He parted my legs putting his face between my thighs.

Harold kissed and licked at my pussy while he ran his hands up and down my nylon covered legs. When Harold licked at my clit I had my first orgasm. I didn't squirt as it was just a normal pleasure orgasm.

Harold removed his face and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled me up to the doggie position. Harold got behind me rubbing his cock at my pussy.

I looked back to him as I said, ”Take me from behind.”

Harold slipped his cock into me. I felt his thick cock entering me as my juices started to flow. Harold was soon fucking me doggie style. His cock felt good not like Keith's but it still felt good.

Wet fucking sounds soon filled my hotel room. I told Harold to fuck me harder and deeper. Harold's hands went to my hips. He pounded at my pussy for a few minutes I had another orgasm as he fucked me.

Harold buried his cock deep in my pussy. I felt it swell then throb. He moaned as cum blasted into my pussy. He managed a few more pumps then his softening cock slipped from my wet pussy. A wet pussy fart escaped as it slipped from my cum filled pussy.

Harold laughed as he said, ”My Doris used to do that.”

Harold rolled me onto my back and got beside me. He kissed me as I kissed him back. He told me he had enjoyed that very much. I told him I had as well.

I lie there thinking. I had orgasm but not like with Keith. I realized I hadn't even thought of him as Harold fucked me. I was sort of lost in thought as I just laid there.

”Is something wrong?” Harold asked looking at me.

I smiled as I replied, ”No just wondering if you could go again,” as I grabbed at his cock.

Harold got on his back as he told me give him another blow job like that first one. I went down to his cock kissing and licking our juices from it. Harold was soon hard and I got on top. I rode his cock while he sucked at my tits. We both had orgasm then I laid down next to him closing my eyes.

The phone in my room awoke me the next morning. Harold was no where to be seen. I forgot I had placed a wake up call as I had a plane to catch.

As I hung up the phone as I found a note. It was from Harold. It told me he had a wonderful evening and night with me however he could not face me as he felt guilty as it had been to soon after his lose.

It went on to say while I reminded him of Doris it also reminded him he was alone. My dear Ms. K work things out with that husband of yours before you find out just how cruel and short life can be.

I cried because I felt the same. The dancing, the fucking was good but something was missing. That being Keith and that love we shared with each other.

I continued to run his business while he attended to Megan. He was allowing me to have fun when away on business but I didn't because I was tired most of the time or to busy getting drunk in my hotel room.

Ok that was a lie. To be truthful I fucked many men when I was on the road. I can't write about it as I don't really remember any of them because of my drinking or perhaps I just soon forget that part of my life.

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