DOOMED

By

Donna M.

 

�Are you angry with Daddy?� my eleven-year-old asked me while sitting together on our beach blanket, soaking up the sun.

�I�m not angry, honey.  I just wish we could enjoy a vacation like other people.�

Like other people: husbands and fathers who aren�t called away from a beautiful Caribbean island beach before the vacation had hardly begun; husbands and fathers who, though in important police positions, feel the city can�t fight crime without them; husbands and fathers who miss family events because of �the Job.�  It�s not as if I didn�t understand what I was getting into when I married Todd, yet now that he�s a Lieutenant with his own major squad (which has a special name in the BPD that I never remember) I still feel cheated out of a �normal� life.

�We�re still having fun, right?� Sherri said with a big grin as she hugged my arm.

�You and me, kid,� I said.  �Sunscreen time, I think.  We can still get burned, you know.�

We were on a topless beach.  Sherri was adamant about visiting this beach and going topless, as if she wanted to share her tiny prepubescent buds with the world.  Todd and I were reluctant at first, though for different reasons.  It seemed to be a family friendly beach, with girls of all ages going topless, but could I put aside my shyness and do it too?  My daughter pecked away at my inhibitions until I relented.  Wearing only the skimpiest of bikini bottoms (which worked only because her father wasn�t here to complain) she was a golden brown princess, and I finally lost my tan lines, at least from the waist up.  I saw men looking at us as they walked past on the beach.  Our long, light blond hair in contrast to our tanned bodies must have been a sight, and I felt great pride in our looks.

As she rubbed sunscreen on my breasts, I marveled at her nonchalance.  I could never have imagined touching my mother in such an intimate way when I was her age.  In an automatic response my nipples responded to her rubbing, but Sherri finished the job with the indifference of innocence.  When it was my turn to take care of her chest, she giggled and said her nipples �tickled.�

�Do you like to be touched there?� she asked me.

�How did you know?� I said, and she chuckled.  �It�s one of the pleasures of being a woman, but if I find out you let a boy touch you before you�re, say, twenty, I�ll kill you.� 

A mother-daughter laugh is always a good thing.

After our interval of sunbathing, Sherri stood and implored me to go into the water.  She dashed off ahead of me and ran right into a man who was walking along the beach.  I had to admit, the guy was gorgeous.  He was about six-foot-two, maybe thirty years old, lean, tanned, wearing European style Speedos.  As I approached them, I first noticed Sherri�s blush even with her dark tan.  She was obviously admiring him as I was.  I better pay attention to her burgeoning hormones, I immediately surmised from seeing her body language.  The second thing I noticed was the man�s package, quite obvious in his swim trunks.  At least it didn�t seem as if Sherri was looking at that, thank God.

�Mom, he�s from Boston too!� Sherri declared as I reached them.

The way he looked me up and down convinced me had no pedophilic interest in my daughter.  He put his hand out to shake, �Good afternoon, Ma�am, I�m Michael, Michael Spinner, and as your daughter said, I am indeed from Boston.  It�s nice to meet Bostonians so far from home, especially ones as pretty as you.�

I introduced myself as we shook hands.  Even though I was nearly naked before him, I recognized he had the eyes that could undress a woman. My nipples responded, and I hoped he didn�t notice.  We made small talk for a minute or so before we went our separate ways.

As Sherri and I frolicked in the waves, she said, �You�ve always been open with me about, you know, sex and all, but that was the first time I think I felt like I wanted to have sex�that man��

I chuckled; hormones for sure!  �He was handsome, wasn�t he?�

�He was, like, beautiful.  And he has a big one, too!�

�You�re not supposed to be looking at that part, girl.�

�Aw, Mom, you looked too, I saw you.  I had, like, tingling all over when he looked at me.  Did you have those too?�

�No I didn�t.�

�Another lie!� she said, laughing.  �You blushed and your nipples got all stiff, and he looked at you a lot more than he looked at me.�

�Okay, enough of this talk young lady.�

We spent the rest of our time on the beach as a mother and daughter would, each in our own way thinking of the handsome man in the tight bathing suit.

Sherri was bummed that her father had to return and leave us alone like he did.  I supposed I was more accustomed to him being called away, but it was more difficult to take during what should have been a special family vacation.  I was determined not to waste our remaining time on the island, so we dressed up and went to a famous, upscale restaurant.  The meal was fantastic, Sherri trying a seafood entrée she never would have ordered back home.

Our waiter approached with two drinks, �Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar.�

We looked over to see Michael, the man from the beach, lifting his glass in a salute.  As he stood and approached our table, my heart skipped a beat or two.  He wore a well-tailored tropical suit.  When he smiled I think I wet my panties, and maybe by the look on my daughter�s face, she did too.

�Thanks, but you didn�t have to,� I said to him.

�Of course I did, Lynn.  The young lady�Sherri, right?�appeared thirsty.  Don�t worry, hers is non-alcoholic.�

Now he was undressing me with his eyes.  If my panties weren�t wet before, they were now.   I was uncomfortable with the attention of this stranger, and then Sherri said, �Would you join us?�

He looked at me, then Sherri, and then back at me before saying, �I�d love to, as long as I�m not intruding.�  Sherri said he wasn�t, though I wasn�t as sure, my facial expression probably giving me away.

Over drinks, dessert, and coffee, we talked of living in Boston, about my graphic design job and about Todd�s responsibilities in the police department.  Michael said he was in the import-export business but otherwise was vague about what exactly he did.  He obviously made a good living at it.  Besides his handsome looks, as we talked I couldn�t get over how confident and self-possessed the man behaved; it wasn�t just his looks that aroused me.  When he inquired whether we would be spending more time at the beach, and I explained that we would be going home, he seemed crestfallen.  Was he looking for a date?  My, oh my, it was wet panties time all over again!

�Mom, did you see the way he was looking at you?� Sherri said to me once dinner was over and we were headed back to the hotel.

�Of course I saw it; just don�t tell your dad.�  Like co-conspirators, we both laughed.

�I wonder if Dad was here if Michael would have bought us the drinks.  I think he wanted you, you know, for sex.�

�Maybe so, and it is flattering, but I�m a married lady and he better watch out, Dad would shoot him.�  We laughed some more.

 

Back in Boston, we returned to our normal routines.  The following Monday I was back in the office and trying to dig through all the work that piled up while I was gone.  When lunchtime came, I was ravenous and needed the break.  Instead of eating in our little company cafeteria, I decided to treat myself and walk a couple of blocks to a small Italian restaurant Todd and I loved.  I usually didn�t like to eat alone, but today I�d make an exception.

�Why, Lynn, such a marvelous surprise.�  I turned to see who spoke, and the surprise was all mine.  It was Michael.  He looked amazing with his island tan in an expensive pin-striped suit.

�Hi Michael, I take it you work around here.�

�Close by,� he said.  �I was just walking to clear my head and trying to decide where to have lunch.  Is that where you�re going? Lunch?�

Damn, he looked good!  �Why don�t you join me?� I asked like a giddy schoolgirl, telling him where I was going.

�That is a superb place.  I believe I�ll take you up on the invitation.�

So refreshingly formal, he offered his arm and I took it, walking the blocks to the restaurant.  It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I admit I basked in the glow of his company as much as the sun.  While we ate, I lost all track of time.  It�d been ages since Todd looked at me as Michael was.  I felt flush with feelings long dormant as we talked, while enjoying an after-lunch cocktail.  I was actually feeling doubly guilty, returning to the office with a couple of drinks in me, along with my fantasies of this handsome man.

Outside the restaurant, Michael said he would be walking in a different direction, so I thanked him for picking up the tab and wished him a good day.  �Maybe we can do this again,� I said.

�There is nothing I would enjoy more.�  That�s when he did the unthinkable.  He took me in his arms and kissed me, right there on the busy street.

I pushed him away.  �That was uncalled for.  I�m a married woman, and we hardly know each other.�

Looking quite contrite, he apologized, adding, �I am an impulsive man.  I can�t help the way you make me feel.  Perhaps we can fix that part of not knowing each other.  Maybe lunch again tomorrow?�

�Like I said, I�m a married woman, so I think another lunch is a bad idea.�

He looked like a young boy who just brought home a disappointing report card.  �You are even more beautiful when you flash anger like you just did.  It is definitely my loss.�  This time he took my hand in the old-world manner and kissed it.  �I do hope you have a fine day and evening, Lynn.�  He turned and walked away without another word, leaving me wet and aroused.

I wasn�t the same the remainder of the day.  I couldn�t concentrate at work.  Later in the evening, when Todd tried to explain his current investigation into a sex-slave ring kidnapping young girls in the Greater Boston area, it mostly went in one ear and out the other.  All I thought about was HIM.   Things weren�t much better the following morning.  I hadn�t slept well, dreaming of Michael in the surreal manner of most dreams. 

I basically sleepwalked through three days while I tried to rid my brain of the fantasies.  I was more or less succeeding by the time I left work a little early and found Michael waiting for me at the curb, leaning against a car in a no-parking zone.

�Hi beautiful,� he said as he walked toward me.  �Can I take you to an early dinner?�

�How long have you been waiting here for me?  I told you, I�m married and we can�t see each other.�

�So, you�re married.  We can still have dinner, can�t we?�

�Please Michael, leave me alone.�  I began walking away down the street, conflicted in my emotions.  I heard a car door close and an engine start.  I glanced over to see that he was slowly following me in his car, oblivious to blowing horns and angry Boston drivers.

�Come on, just a simple dinner.  A couple of hours,� he called out through the rolled down car window.  �Then you can go home to your husband.  Please?�

I tried to ignore him but the task was an impossible one.  One look at his handsome imploring face and I melted like a bowl of ice cream left in the sun.  Without a word, I walked around the car and got in.

�How many times have I told you that you�re beautiful?� he said, and before I could respond, he added, �whatever the number, it�s not big enough.�  As he maneuvered the sleek, expensive looking BMW through the congested Government Center streets, I asked him where we were going. �I figured we�d stop by my office first before heading to the North End.�

His office turned out to be on a side street I never knew existed.  He found a parking spot, which I attributed to some sort of miracle in this city.  A subtle plaque near the door said �SPINNER & KOCH, IMPORT-EXPORT� but nothing else.  After he unlocked the door, he placed his hand at the small of my back and ushered me inside.  That touch was electric.

That�s when I knew I would sleep with him.

I was doomed.

He kissed me again as soon as we were inside and he�d locked the door, forcing me against it.  The kiss was more ferocious than the earlier one.  This time I didn�t push him away.  Instead, he pressed into me, hands on my ass and his cock huge against me.  Oh God, this was more than I bargained for.  Surprisingly in my arousal I felt no guilt.  Perhaps later I�d feel guilty, but not now.

Michael followed me up a richly appointed stairwell to what I figured was his office suite.  He was close behind me, and right then I wished I was wearing a short dress or skirt instead of the conservative business pantsuit I had on; so as not to be an impediment to what was to come, my impending surrender.  Standing before the next door, he kissed me again, this time with a hand inside my jacket, inside my sweater, under my bra.  I moaned and pressed my pelvis into him.

The door led to what looked like a townhouse apartment, not an office as I pictured it to be.  His kisses and his touch destroyed me; drowning me in the deep end of the desire pool.  Once more we kissed.  I was mush in his arms.  He slid off my jacket before his hands went to my back, and I felt my bra come undone under my sweater.  He then went for my nipples, engorged just for him.  I ground my pelvis into him; wanting, wanting.

�Take me,� I implored, though my voice was barely above a whisper.

He took me by the hand and led me up another flight of stairs to a bedroom, finally, the place I yearned for, maybe the only place I wanted to be with this man from the moment we met on the island.  We shed clothing as we moved toward the bed.  After pulling the sweater off over my head and tossing my unclasped bra aside, I took my pants off, leaving me in only plain cotton panties and unsexy socks.  He was naked.

I suddenly felt girlish, virginal maybe in my simple panties and socks.  I wished I had worn something sexier, but how was I to know I�d be here with Michael?  My eyes took a snapshot of him, his lean yet muscled build, like a wild animal ready to strike his prey.  Did he view me as prey?  A conquest?  Of course, I didn�t care.  He still had his tan, highlighted by the tan lines from his minimal trunks.  His cock was erect, and my eyes lingered there.  I wanted to suck him, devour him.  I thought I�d cum in the next instant whether he touched me or not.  I moved into his open arms, feeling the enormity of him nudge my moist panties. We kissed like that, coupled yet not coupled, Michael�s arms at my waist and mine at his shoulders.  He moved his hands downward and cupped my ass as his tongue explored my willing mouth.  I rode his cock gently, my panties wet against him, rocking back and forth in pantomime of what was to come.  He lifted me and carried me to the bed.

I whispered, �I shouldn�t�I never��

He put a finger at my lips and said �Shhhh,� and kissed me again.  I thought I�d faint.  I pictured how I may look to him; eyes rolled back, and hot, oh so hot.  I wanted to tell him I�d never done this before.  I wanted to explain that I�d never once been unfaithful to my husband; never even thought of it.  I didn�t have the will to talk, nor the breath for that matter.  He lowered his mouth to my breast.  I held on to him passionately as he kissed first one nipple and then the other. 

�Yes.  Oh God, yes,� I murmured.

I writhed in ecstasy as he squeezed my breasts together so my nipples were side-by-side, almost touching. He licked and sucked them simultaneously and relentlessly, as I deliriously thought I�ve never felt like this�oh God I�m going to cum already! Jesus, please fuck me�please!  I began to mentally question whether I was okay with my birth control, and other thoughts of protection, but those thoughts evaporated as soon as his hand went to the crotch of my now saturated panties.

When I began to pull my panties down, he stopped me, saying �Don�t.�

He�s teasing me to death�fuck me now�please fuck me! I screamed, though only in my mind.

He wanted to be the one to take them off, probably like an unveiling of a piece of art.  Was I that far gone to think of myself that way?  He slowly ran his lips down my belly to the waistband of my panties before starting to remove them.  His mouth lingered at my mons pubis.

�That�s so nice�same blond color as your head hair�nice,� he said before moving his tongue through the landing strip of hair to my clitoris.

Please�please�please�fuck�me.  The litany reverberated in my mind, but I was still so aroused I couldn�t verbalize it.  He toyed with me; licking and sucking on my clit, then my inner labia before going back again.  Perhaps that�s what he wanted all along�for me to beg.  Finally, I did

�Please!  Do it!  Fuck me!� I said, my voice alive with need.

He entered me, filling my wet, aching void.  I wrapped my ankles around him and urged him deeper still, lifting my hips up to meet him.

�Oh, Jesus,� I exclaimed. Michael went from languid entry and exit to manic thrusts, as I murmured a steady �Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, harder, yes, yes, Christ, yes, oh, yes, arghhhhhh��  It wasn�t simply a cresting wave this time, but an explosion that arched my body, lifting most of me from the sweaty sheets as I dissolved around him.

Michael came shortly thereafter.

With his spent semen leaking from me in small rivulets, we lay together.  Now it was time for guilt.  What have I done?  Michael eased himself from the bed and walked naked to the bathroom.  It hit me; I just had unprotected sex with a man not my husband.  This wasn�t Todd walking away from the bed where I was just fucked.  The man with his penis still glistening from my wetness, and the superb, muscled white ass accentuated by his tan lines, was basically a stranger.  However, even with all my guilt, I still felt totally whole for the first time in years.  I almost jumped from the bed, ran to my clothes, dressed and left.  Almost.

When Michael returned to the bedroom he stopped for a moment to look at me stretched out there, like he was drinking in the sight of me.  I liked that almost as much as the sex we just had.  He lay next to me again, caressing my breasts and saying, �Lynn, you�re so beautiful.  Your blond hair across my pillow�.�  Etcetera, etcetera.  As long as he didn�t utter the �L� word I felt warm and at ease in the embers of our lovemaking.

�I have to go, Michael.  I have a husband and a daughter that expect me to come home.�

�Don�t mention your husband.  I want to think of you as mine.�

As fantastic as that sounded, it wasn�t reality.  �As great as this afternoon has been, I�m not free, and I�m not yours,� I said, climbing from the bed to fetch my clothes.

He looked like a child who had his favorite toy ripped out of his hands.  �Okay�if you have to go,� he said.

While I bent down to pick up my panties, I heard him leave the bed and pad up behind me.  As I pulled my panties up, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me tight.  He was hard again.  I stood there, all my free will lost the moment he touched me, feeling his beautiful cock hard against my panties.  I was instantly wet again.

�Don�t go yet,� he said, almost whispering it.

I turned around to face him, his arms still encircling me.  I looked into his eyes and nodded.  For me there was no going back.  He nodded too, lifted me into his arms, and carried me back to his bed.  After my soaked panties came off once more, we fucked at a more relaxed pace, him spooning behind me.  He used a hand to slightly lift my thigh as he thrust into me gently yet firmly from behind.  This position felt more intimate to me than doggie style, but with the same erogenous result.

�I�m�I�m�I�m�OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD,� I bellowed as the convulsive wave swept over me.

I was lost, and yet I was found.

He was adamant that he wanted to see me again; to love me again.  My marriage vows meant nothing to him.  What did they mean to me?  I made no promises, though I knew that in the most primal way he did possess me.

I managed to get home in time to avoid questions.  I tried to act normally.  I tried to be a wife, a mom.  I tried to concentrate at work.  I tried.  But like a Zen chant, his name was all I thought of.  Michael�Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael� Michael�

I went to bed each night hoping my husband didn�t want me more than his usual once every other week.  I went to sleep dreaming of Michael taking me over and over and over again.

Just when I began to wonder if he�d relegated me to the one-night-stand (or in our case, one afternoon) category, He called me at the office.

�How did you get this number?� I asked, even as my heart skipped a few beats at the sound of his voice.

�What does it matter?  Let�s say I�m resourceful and leave it at that.  Will you have lunch with me today?�

�I can�t�I have way too much work,� I said, though I already knew I would.  He didn�t have to beg.  His voice carried all the promise of forbidden fulfillment.  I was happy I wore sexier panties this time around, though this pair wouldn�t be any less damp.

He picked me up outside of work.  �I thought we�d have lunch sent in.  Is that okay?�

�You�re my lunch,� I said, and I meant it.  He didn�t wait for us to be inside his place before kissing me.  When we stopped for our first red light, he leaned over, pulled me to him, and swirled his tongue around my open and willing mouth.  Breathlessly, I awaited the next light.

Once we arrived, we quickly walked upstairs to his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.  I was down to my skirt and panties when he pulled me to him and passionately kissed me.  I knew I�d never tire of his kisses.  He fell to his knees, lowered my panties past my hips, down my long legs, past my ankles, my heels, and off.   He began kissing my pubic mound.  For a while I�ve toyed with the idea of shaving my pubic hair, seeing that it was the thing to do nowadays (also having discussed the idea with my daughter, since hers has just begun to sprout).  The way Michael seemed to relish its naturalness made me glad I hadn�t.  The voice in my brain said, don�t tease me, Michael, take me, do it. 

When his tongue found my clitoris, I automatically thrust my pelvis forward and gasped.  Damn him; he wasn�t in any hurry.  I held my skirt, bunched up at the waist as he made love to me with his tongue.  I swayed and trembled as my first orgasm of the afternoon swept me overboard.

Evidently pleasuring me was his foreplay, for when he stood he was incredibly swelled and hard.  Michael guided me to the bed, weak-kneed as I was.  Still in my heels and with my skirt bunched up at my waist, I spread wide for him, lifted my hips and guided him into me.

Michael moved slowly at first, sliding his full length into me then withdrawing until only his cockhead was enfolded within my hot, swollen labia.  He held himself there for what seemed like an eternity before thrusting deep into me again.  How long did he keep me on the edge of screaming aloud?  I feared I�d lose him completely; his deep penetration, the slow withdrawal, the empty feeling just before he penetrated me again with his swift, hard rush that battered my clit and had me a few heartbeats from orgasm.

When he began moving against me faster, I joined his rhythm and urged him on, my hands clutching my bunched-up skirt as my ankles locked behind him.

�Give it to me!  Yes!  Fuck me hard!  Yes!  Oh yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me�� I cried out to him.  I�d never said those words to Todd.  I�d never said �Fuck me� to any man before.  I didn�t recognize my own voice when I screamed.

I called my office to say I wasn�t feeling well and was on my way home.  I then called Todd at his office and left a message that I�d be working late and to make sure Sherri was taken care of.  I ended the call with �I love you,� and I supposed I still did. 

No sooner did I shut off my cell than Michael ushered me into the shower.  I found it funny that I confirmed my infidelity with a phone call while naked, wearing less than I just had while consummating that infidelity.  �Are you always hard?� I said, clutching Michael�s amazingly stiff, resilient member.

�Only with you, Lynn,� was his answer as he positioned himself behind me.  Shower spray ricocheted of our frantic bodies as he fucked me at a faster rhythm than he had in bed, his strong hands gripping my hips as his cock gripped my soul.

We ordered Chinese.  He opened a bottle of wine.  We talked.  To be more correct, I talked.  Whenever I tried to learn more about him, he deftly steered the conversation back to me.  I asked him where he was from, and soon I was talking about my daughter.  I asked him about his business, and soon I was telling him all about Todd, how we met and his job with the Boston Police Department.

�Would you leave him?� Michael asked me between sips of wine.

�You know I can�t answer that.  It�s too complicated, anyway.�

�Why is it complicated?  I love you.�

There, he said it.  Our lovemaking has been sublime, but was it love?  �Don�t say that you love me.  You can�t love me, and besides, it�s complicated because I�m already married to a man I love, and I have a daughter.�

�You don�t feel anything for me?  Are we but animals rutting?�

�No.  We�re more than that.  When I�m not with you, you�re the only one I think of.�

�But you still love your husband.  Which one stops you from being with me always, your husband or your girl?�

�Damn you, Michael!� I said.  �This isn�t a game show where I get to choose what�s behind curtain number two or three.  This is my life.  I can�t walk away from it.�

�Can�t, or won�t?�

�That�s it.  I�m going home,� I said, standing and moving toward my clothes.

He said, �Okay�go,� but stood with me, came after me and pulled me into him for a kiss.  His lips, his strong hands, his tremendous body pressing against me; I was silly putty molded to him.  Amazingly, he was hard again.  I never knew a man who responded like he did.

�Michael�� I whispered, really more like a moan.

�I love you, and I want you with me always�forever.�

I rode him this time, indulging in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my depths, controlling the penetration, wantonly savoring every graze of my purring clit.  As he lay under me, his hands at my hips but otherwise allowing me to do all the work, I wondered what he was thinking about, what he was seeing looking up at me as I fucked him.  I needed to know.

�What�are�you�thinking�about�?� I uttered as I impaled myself over and over on his magic shaft.

�I�m thinking�how beautiful�you are�especially now.�  I felt the first tremors race up my spine.  He continued, �Your hair�beautiful�spreading out�as you�move,� before saying, �I�m cumming�you know.�  The throbbing of his ejaculating cock deep within me set me off.  My orgasmic moan kept increasing in decibels until it was a hoarse scream.  I rocked upon his pelvis, grinding myself into him, luxuriating in the transcendent orgasm.

Before I left, I told him I loved him.  Doomed as I was, I�d stepped into the abyss.

 

Todd was too busy to see the changes.  Sherri saw them, asking me point blank one day, �Are you okay, Mom?  You�ve been strange the past couple of weeks.  What�s going on?�

Was it that obvious?  Even as I answered that nothing was wrong, I wondered whether it was my daughter�s keen perception or blatant transparency on my part that precipitated the question.  I had to be extra careful, not wanting Todd to get the same impression.  He�d most likely put two and two together, unlike Sherri.

Sherri all of a sudden grew animated, saying �Oh, guess what, Mom.  I saw that man, Michael, drive by the other day in a hot car.  He waved!�

�M�M�Michael?�

She mistook my trepidation for confusion.  �You know, Mom, the good looking man on the island.  The man with the�� she said, while motioning to her crotch.

Normally I would�ve scolded her for making such a reference to his genitals, but too many other thoughts intruded.  Had he been stalking me, checking out where I live?  What other business did he have in this part of the city?  Certainly the fact he waved to my daughter meant he wasn�t being furtive, right?  Or was he trying to get a look at my husband, sizing up the competition?  Questions, so many questions.

�Yeah, I remember him�a nice man�� I finally said.  Sherri stared at me, obviously puzzled by my reaction.  All I could hope for was that she didn�t come to the correct conclusion.  I changed the subject.

One night while Todd was working late on his big case, I called Michael, begging, �Can I see you?  I need you so much!�

�Stepping out on hubby?� he said, and I heard the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice though I chose to ignore it.  Such was my need.

�You don�t want me?�  Such a childish ploy, but I used it anyway.

�Yes, babe, I want you, but not just here and there.  I want you in my life forever.�

�We�ll talk about that.  Where will I meet you?�

He mentioned a restaurant north of the city on Route 1.  �Wear something sexy and seductive.  I want every man in the place to envy me,� he said with an accompanying sly chuckle.

I showered and primped, pulling on the only thong panties I owned.  I dug through my closet to find a slinky, black cocktail dress I hadn�t worn in ages.  I toyed with putting my hair up, but kept it down because Michael liked it that way.  The dress still fit, which boosted my ego tremendously.  My libido needed no such boost.  The old saying �hot to trot� popped into my head; that was me.

She wasn�t a baby anymore, so we�d arrived at this point in her life that Sherri didn�t require a babysitter.  I told her I was meeting some girlfriends for dinner for a �celebration� that I didn�t elaborate on.

Sherri did a double-take when she saw my giddy demeanor and how I was dressed.  �You sure you�re okay?� she asked. 

I assured her I was fine and looking forward to partying with friends.  �I don�t go out that often anymore.  I need some fun.�  I gave her the usual safety instructions, and said she could have her best friend, Libby over for the evening, and gave her a hug.

�Don�t drink too much �cause you�re driving,� was her safety instruction to me.

I practically pranced to my car, which was quite the feat in my stiletto heels.  All during the drive north I imagined Michael�s body against mine, his hands touching my most intimate areas, his tongue, his splendid cock, always wanting, always hard for me.  Using every ounce of willpower I could muster, I kept both hands on the wheel instead of using one to touch myself, as I knew I�d surely cum right there in the driver�s seat.  I wouldn�t want an accident, not now, not on my way to him.

In the restaurant, Michael stood when I approached our table.  I reveled in how he looked at me, feeling more beautiful than I deserved to feel.  I wanted him, not wanting this meal to be between now and our coupling.  The table was a cozy corner one he must have tipped generously to get.  When I went into his arms and we kissed, there was no one else in the room.  We were in our own world.

When our lips parted and we sat down, I whispered, �I was waiting for someone to holler �Get a room!�

�They�d just be envious.  I want everyone in this place to be envious of us�of what we have�before we leave.�

Between placing our drink order and perusing our menus, he was generous with praise of my looks and what I was wearing.  He liked my choice of black�the dress, hose, heels�for how it contrasted with my blond hair.  I leaned over and whispered lasciviously, �My bra and thong are black, too.�

He leaned closer to me and said, �That�s marvelous�your panties will be a nice contrast to that blond hair.�

Oh God, I was wet!

Throughout the meal Michael would place his hand on my thigh and slowly move it up and down, never quite reaching my moist cleft.  It was driving me crazy and I began to panic, thinking that I�d surely cum if he did finally touch me there.

As if he read my mind, he whispered, �You could have an orgasm right here, among all these diners.  Would you like that?  I know I would.�

I shook my head no, but his hand began a new ascent of my thigh.  He kept going this time, inching my thong aside with his finger.  He wiggled his fingertip within the damp folds of my labia.  When he moved his fingertip up to my clit, I grabbed my napkin, using it to muffle my climaxing moans.  I bucked my hips uncontrollably as my orgasm overwhelmed me, impaling his finger as a poor substitute for what I�d get later.  When I composed myself, I looked around and caught a few stealthy glances. Some of the female patrons knew exactly what had just occurred.  This �new me� didn�t care in the least.  As Michael said, let them be envious.

When our waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Michael calmly said, �No thank you, she�s my dessert,� motioning toward me.  I was sure my blush was a deep scarlet.

Instead of going back into the city, Michael said he had a condo in Saugus, so I got into his car and he drove the few miles.  The condo seemed homier than his sterile �office� where we first made love.  In his case though, �homey� didn�t mean pictures.

At his urging, I did a slow striptease.  I swung and swayed as I ever so slowly raised the dress up and off, over my head.  I danced some more before unclipping the lacy black bra.  Like I�ve felt since my first time with Michael, I felt sexily scandalous, like some sultry sex bomb so unlike whom I really was, though maybe I wasn�t really like that earlier me anymore.  My nipples grew achingly stiff now that they were free, and especially because I was staring at that impressive bulge in the front of his pants, waiting for me.  He was sitting on the edge of his bed.  I went to him in heels, black hose and thong, fell to my knees, and began undressing him.  When he was out of his pants, I took him in my mouth and performed fellatio as I�ve never done it before in my life.  Now I felt like a porn queen, not a wife and mother.

�You�re going to make me cum,� he said.

I took him from my mouth long enough to say, �That�s the idea, isn�t it?� 

I was proud of the control I was exercising over my gag reflex.  Never have I sucked on a man of his size.  I took him into my throat at a steady rhythm until he croaked, �Don�t say I didn�t warn you.�  His ejaculation was copious and hot.  I nearly choked but managed to swallow most of it, feeling very proud, indeed.  Such a slut I�ve turned into, I thought.

He took off the remainder of his clothes before urging me to the bed and removing my thong.  It was my turn to be loved orally.  His lips and tongue were keys that opened me; my legs spread wide, allowing deliverance I so desperately craved and he so splendidly fulfilled.

�Oh Jesus�oh Jesus�� I muttered in staccato groans as he deftly prodded me up the ladder of release with the tip of his talented tongue.  My legs involuntarily clamped around his head, holding him there as I detonated like a bomb.

He didn�t allow me to wallow in the glorious languor of another fantastic orgasm.  He loomed above me, and he was as hard as I�ve seen him.  �We�re not done yet,� he said with a smile.  He turned me over, placing a pillow under me to boost up my ass.  He straddled and entered me, my vagina seeming to hungrily suction him right into me, though that was most assuredly a false sensation.  There was no more teasing slowness in our fucking anymore.  Neither one of us needed that.  He pounded into me, slapping against my ass with audible results.  My hands clamped down on the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm swept me overboard.  I had no sensation of my climax beginning or ending; like a sensual Mobius strip, folded back on itself in an endless loop of ecstatic pleasure.

Sweaty and spent, Michael lay next to me, enfolding me in his strong arms.

�I love you, Lynn.�

�I love you, Michael.�

�Will you leave your husband and marry me?�

�Yes, oh yes, I will�I�ll do anything for you.�  I�d made my decision.  I�d leave Todd to be with Michael.  I�d fight for Sherri, and I knew she�d learn to love Michael (she was already infatuated with him, after all).  I may be a slut, but I�m not a bimbo, having thought this over from the first time he professed his love for me.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, I said, �If we�re going to be together, I want to be a complete part of your life.�

�What do you mean by that?�

I sighed, �I mean, know more about you, your life, your business.  You�ve been very secretive.�

�I don�t think I have, baby, but okay, what would you like to know?�

�Your business, for one.  I�m curious�interested�about what you do.�

�I already told you that.  I�m in the import and export business.�

�What do you import and export?�

He smiled, and his eyes took on a faraway look.  �I mostly export things�exquisitely beautiful things, to people who will pay a premium for their rare, precious beauty.  The other name on my sign is Evan Koch, who�s my overseas partner who brokers the deals and safely transfers the merchandise.�

�Why do you say �safely�?  Is there danger?  Oh my God, you�re not into anything illegal like elephant ivory or something like that, are you?�

�No, nothing like that.  But there are those who perceive our�merchandise�to be extremely, shall we say, troubling.�

�What do you import?�

�Beautiful women, like you.�  He said it in so unemotional a manner that I didn�t know what to think, but then he smiled and added, �Yet now that I have you, I have all the beautiful women I need.�  And he sealed it with a kiss.  The kiss turned into foreplay.  Why he used the plural �women� was easily dismissed by my sex hungry mind.  I wanted him, and he took me missionary style, my legs pointed to the ceiling, my back arched to take all of him, my moans echoing around his bedroom.

This time he slowed his strong thrusting action to maintain eye contact with me, as if he wanted a psychic connection beyond the physical.  He had it.  He kept to this new slower rhythm until we came together, as I knew we would.

He drove me back to the restaurant to get my car.  We parted with more promises of love�s bright future.   All during the drive south I worried about how I looked.  Would I appear to my family like a woman who just got laid by her lover?  This was a strange way to view myself�the cheating, and soon abandoning wife.  I pondered how I would tell Todd, and then how I�d handle Sherri�s delicate pre-teen psyche.

Todd had waited up for me.  He didn�t question my choice of clothes, only wanting to know more about my dinner date.  As any cheating wife learns, lies become easy.  I tried not to embellish the lie too much.  I didn�t want any increase in suspicion, at least until I dropped the bombshell on him.

A few days later I still hadn�t told my husband I wanted a divorce, though that didn�t stop me from needed my �fix� of Michael.  He didn�t answer his cell so I called his office number.  His voicemail message said he was away but didn�t elaborate.  I used the word fix because that�s how I felt�like a junkie in need�though my drug was Michael�s cock.  Every thought of him made me wet with desire.  I frantically tried his cell many times until he finally answered.

He explained that he was in Europe �arranging for the transfer of some new merchandise.�  When I asked when he�d get back, I was sure he heard the desperation in my voice.

The day after he returned, he picked me up for lunch, but instead of eating he drove me to a secluded spot south of the city, where he saw my need, hiked my skirt up, draped me over the hood of his car, slid the crotch of my damp panties aside and fucked me hard.  The slut that I�d become came quickly from all the pent up craving, not thinking in the least about the tawdriness of where we were or whether we�d been seen by anyone.  Back in the car, I asked him many questions.  I wanted to know a lot: his trip, his business, his life.  The only thing Michael wanted to know was whether I told Todd.  He was angry when I told him I hadn�t yet broached the subject of divorce with my husband.  �Maybe you don�t love me as I love you.  Maybe you don�t want to be with me.�  I professed my love for him and vowed to speak with Todd.  Since our fucking was my lunch, he drove back into the city to drop me off at work.

I was a mental wreck for days as I built up the courage to tell Todd I was leaving him.  Compounding my angst was the fact Michael wasn�t answering his phone.  Another business trip, or were we over?  The latter was something I didn�t wish to ponder; my desire was too strong for that.  Whenever I thought of him kissing me, touching me, entering me and filling me, my pussy ran like an overflowing river.

Todd began to notice the effect Michael�s absence was having on me.  He asked me if my job had become more stressful lately.  I evaded his concerns, and gazed critically at my reflection in the mirror.  Yes, I looked like the basket case I was.  I wasn�t so addled that I failed to realize it was late and Sherri hadn�t come home from her friend Libby�s house. 

�Have you heard from her?� I asked Todd, though I knew he had been too engrossed with the case files he brought home.

�I haven�t.�  He glanced at his watch, and was surprised at the late hour.  �We should call Libby�s to see what�s up.�

I called, but when her mother answered and told me she thought Libby was here at our house, I grew worried, though not yet in a panic.  We called around to every friend we could think of, but no one had seen the girls.  After making one of the calls, sitting at Todd�s desk, I happened to see a photograph peeking out from one of his files, obviously a long-range surveillance photo.  The image was grainy but the identity of the man was unmistakable. It was Michael.  My Michael.

Todd saw my facial expression and said, �What�s wrong, honey?�

I was panicking now.  �Who is this man?� I asked, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

�That�s Michael Spinoza.  He�s the ringleader of that sex trafficking ring I told you about, you remember, the one that kidnapped girls for the overseas sex trade.  Why?  Have you seen him?�

�No�oh no�just curious, that�s all.�

Spinoza, not Spinner, exporting rare merchandise; �exquisitely beautiful things� as he had put it.

�Oh, Sherri!� I cried out as I fell to the floor, my husband standing over me, wondering what was going on.

I was doomed for what I�d done.  We were all doomed.

�Sherriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!� I cried out again for my poor, beautiful daughter, who would pay for her mother�s sins.

 

The End

 

Donna M.

 

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