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My Aim Is True

By: FrancisMacomber



Plus Twelve Months

The laughter that drifted over from across the private room of the restaurant grated on my ears. It wasn't that I didn't get along with my co-workers, it was just that they were so young. It's not like I was old -- I'd just turned 35 -- but something about the youthful exuberance of those twenty-somethings rubbed me the wrong way.

I hadn't been excited about coming to the company dinner in the first place, especially since Nathan had to work late and couldn't join me. Moreover, the executive whom the party was feting was from a different group and I didn't know him well at all.

But if I were to be honest with myself, I'd had a negative attitude for some time now. It's not that I had anything to complain about: I had a good job, a nice home and a loving husband. But I couldn't help wondering where my life was going. Lately, Nathan had been talking about starting a family, but I didn't feel ready to settle into motherhood. A number of my friends already had one or more kids, and the idea of changing diapers, driving an infant to daycare and picking up toys around the house wasn't very appealing. It all seemed so settled and boring, and I wasn't keen for that kind of life -- not yet, anyway. I was still too young, I told myself.

But the gaggle of young women across the way, drinking, dancing and gossiping, made me feel a lot older than my years. Although they'd been nice and welcoming when I joined the company, it was crystal clear that they viewed me as coming from an older generation. Their patronizing attitude was just so damned depressing!

"That's quite a racket they're making over there," came a masculine voice close to my ear. Startled, I spun around only to see the smiling face of Jack Ruskin. His sudden appearance caught me off guard for a second, but I quickly recovered. 

"I'd have thought a group like that would make a target-rich environment for a single man like you," I said teasingly. Jack had gotten divorced two years ago and had wasted little time earning a reputation as a player. With his handsome looks and easy sense of humor, he seemed to have a different girlfriend on his arm every week.

He smiled wryly. "I've tried that before, but they're really not my type," he said, "way too giggly and immature for my taste." With that, he began to regale me with exaggerated but insightful impersonations of some of the young women, causing me to burst into laughter. His humorous descriptions matched up well with my own assessment, and my sides were soon hurting with laughter as he continued.

From there we went on to discuss a wide range of topics, and I found him to be not only witty but insightful. I'd never realized what a charming guy Jack could be. Listening to him, I got so wrapped up in our conversation that I failed to notice we were among the last people left at the party. "I didn't realize it had gotten so late," I told him. "I need to get home before Nathan starts to worry about me."

Jack helped me on with my coat and gallantly walked me to my car. As he held the door open, I turned to him and said flirtatiously, "You know, you never did tell me what your type of woman is."

Without a moment's hesitation he replied, "Oh, that's easy. I'm be much more interested in someone like you!" Then he gave me a wink, closed my car door, turned and walked away.

I sat there a moment in stunned silence. "OMG, was he hitting on me? No, he couldn't have been – I'm an old married woman," I scoffed. But as I drove home, I found myself reliving the evening and feeling rather pleased with myself. Even if he was just teasing, I thought, he still spent the evening chatting with me. "I bet half those young girls would have gladly gone home with him if he'd indicated an interest. Maybe I'm not so over the hill yet."

When I got home, Nathan had just beaten me there. As we got ready for bed, I realized to my surprise that I was horny, and even though he was tired, Nathan responded when I let him know. But as he began to fondle and kiss me, I felt my arousal start to falter as I recognized the pattern we always seemed to follow. Maybe it was just being married a dozen years, but by now I could predict everything he would do and in what order.

Nathan was a considerate lover; he always put my pleasure ahead of his, bringing me to an orgasm with his fingers and tongue before we coupled. It was sweet and reassuring, but also, to be perfectly honest, a little boring. Increasingly I found myself longing for something more.

As he mounted me, I closed my eyes tight and resorted once again to imagining that someone else was my lover tonight. My go-to guy for a long time had been Brad Pitt, but ever since he grew that ridiculous beard and mustache I'd been trying out other male hunks. Suddenly, as I clung to Nathan, Jack Ruskin's face appeared in my imagination and I felt a thrill shoot through me. My temperature began to rise and my body to respond more vigorously to Nathan's thrusts. Before I realized what was happening, I found myself in the throes of a second orgasm, which normally seldom happened. When it was over, I felt wiped out.

Nathan finished a moment later, and after he had caught his breath he looked at me and said, "Wow, you were really something tonight!"

I hugged him and said quickly, "It's all you, lover, all your doing." Then I slipped off to the bathroom to clean up. By the time I climbed back in bed, Nathan had drifted off to sleep. But sleep was slow in coming for me. My mind kept replaying our love-making and how aroused I'd become at having Jack for my imaginary lover. That in turn led me to replay my conversation with Jack earlier in the evening. His teasing words as he closed the car door kept ringing in my ears. Finally, I decided it was all too much for me to deal with for one night and made a concerted effort to put the episode out of my mind. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.

Plus Twelve Months and Four Days

Monday was a busy day and I barely lifted my eyes from the computer screen all morning. Then, just before lunch there was a rap on my cubicle, and when I looked up, there stood Jack Ruskin. Even though I hadn't been thinking about him, I immediately blushed. Furious at myself, I quickly looked back down to my monitor.

If he noticed, Jack totally ignored my reaction. "Hey, Allison, you've been buried in your work all morning. How about taking a break and grabbing a bite of lunch with me?"

I still had a ton of work to do so I was surprised to hear myself accept his invitation. Once I'd done so, he helped me on with my jacket and led me out to his car before I could have second thoughts. I wondered if any of my twenty-something rivals had noticed. I sort of hoped they had.

In a few minutes we were at a little bistro that wasn't too crowded. As a result, we were able to get a table off to one side where we could talk without having to shout at one another.

Once we'd ordered lunch, Jack began to talk about a variety of subjects in the same engaging manner I'd enjoyed so much at the party. Again I found myself so caught up in the conversation that the lunch hour seemed to pass by in a flash. Afterwards, as we drove back to the office, Jack suddenly asked if I knew anything about interior design. I was caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, but I've always prided myself on my taste so I told him I thought I had a pretty good design sense. 

"Good," he said. "I've moved into a new condo, and I want it to look nice. But I'm not very confident about colors and patterns and stuff like that. I've done some decorating but I don't know if I'm really satisfied with it. Maybe you could have a look and let me know what you think."

"Well, sure, I guess I could do that," I said, flattered that he wanted my opinion.

Just at that moment he pulled up to the curb outside the office. He left the engine running as he came around to hold the door for me. "I've got to get to the airport to catch a flight, so I'll just drop you off here. I'll be gone for a couple of days, but when I get back I'll touch base with you about having a look at my place." Then, before I could move, he leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the lips!

I just stood there on the curb in shock. He gave me that boyish grin again and said "Time to go back to work!" Then he jumped in the car and pulled away from the curb, heading in the direction of the airport.

As I walked to the front door of the office, I found myself touching my lips. I wasn't quite sure what had just happened, and I didn't know what it meant, but I felt giddy. "A kiss goodbye?" I thought. "He wouldn't have done that if he didn't have some interest in me, would he? What an intriguing man, and what a boost for a girl's ego!" 

My productivity the rest of the afternoon was definitely poor.

Plus Twelve Months and Five Days

Nathan had to work late again on Wednesday. I knew he had a big project going at work that required a lot of extra time, but I still resented having to eat dinner alone. As I nibbled at the pseudo-Asian food I'd picked up at the take-away, I tried to stop feeling sorry for myself. "Nathan's working late for us, to enable us to start a family and move ahead with our lives," I kept reminding myself. But the problem was that I wasn't sure I wanted to start a family right away. What I really wanted was to get more out of my life right now while I was still young enough to enjoy myself. Eating a take-out meal in front of the television didn't qualify.

 Plus Twelve Months and Six Days

Work wasn't too busy on Thursday, but I still was caught by surprise when I heard that familiar rap on my cubicle. "Hey, Allison, you're looking good," came a masculine voice.

Involuntarily, I reached up and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then straightened my blouse before looking up at Jack. A voice in my head gasped, "My God, Allison, you're acting like a single woman flirting in a bar!"

To try to cover my discomfort I said inanely, "So, you're back."

He gave me that irresistible grin of his and said, "Yeah, the road warrior returneth."

I tried to think of some amusing rejoinder, but before I could do so he pressed on. "Hey, I've got to get to a meeting in a few minutes, but I wanted to ask you. You remember our discussion about the design scheme for my condo?" When I nodded my head, he said, "Well, I was wondering if you could drop by after work on Friday and have a look. You know, tell me what you think of the place, give me some ideas."

I felt flustered. "I guess I could stop by for a few minutes," I stuttered.

"Great!" he said with a repeat of his big smile. Then he turned on his heel and strode off. 

I sat there in a daze. "What are you doing?" I asked myself. "It's not a good idea for you to be going over to a single man's condo after work." 

But another part of me responded persuasively, "He just wants my opinion on his place. It's not like you're going to sleep with the man!"

The "good girl" in me recoiled instantly. "Who said anything about sleeping with Jack?" the voice gasped in fear.

At that moment my phone rang, and I pushed my contradictory jumble of thoughts aside to focus on work.

By the time I'd gotten home that evening, I'd decided to ask Nathan if he would mind if I dropped by Jack's place on the way home Friday. I didn't feel like I needed to ask permission, but at least I'd be letting Nathan know where I was and what I'd be doing.

But before I could broach the subject, Nathan looked at me guiltily and asked, "Do we have anything planned for Friday night, babe?"

"No," I said quickly, "not really."

"Well, I really need to work late tomorrow. We have to review the finished proposal with the senior executives on Monday and we're a long way from having it ready. I'm sorry, babe, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Conflicting emotions rushed through me. My initial reaction was anger at being abandoned again, but in the next instant I felt a sense of elation at the opportunity that had been handed to me. Now I had nothing to keep me from dropping by Jack's place after work. If Nathan didn't want to come home, why should I?

"I understand, honey. Don't worry about it," I said soothingly. "Actually, I've got some work to catch up on at the office myself, so I'll just plan to stay late tomorrow evening too."

"Thanks, babe," Nathan said. "At least I don't feel quite so bad about abandoning you again. But I'm still going to make it up to you."

I smiled at him but didn't say anything. I felt guilty for telling him the lie, even if it was just a little white one.

Plus Twelve Months and One Week

I spotted Jack walking down the aisle toward my cubicle on Friday morning, and a pessimistic thought leapt into my head: "I bet he's going to cancel for tonight." It would serve me right, I thought, especially after I'd gone to the trouble to dress up a little this morning so I wouldn't look frumpy.

But before the negativity could overwhelm me, he leaned around the corner and asked, "Hey, Allison, are you still good with coming by tonight?"

We were still on! Relief poured over me. "Yes," I replied quickly, "And Nathan is working late so I'm not under any time pressure."

Jack's eyes widened a little when he heard that, but then he grinned and handed me a small sheet of paper. "Here's my address. Come on over as soon as you can after work." Then he winked at me and he was gone.

I sat there grasping the paper. I was delighted that we were still on for the evening, but simultaneously furious at myself for adding that last comment. "Why did you have to mention Nathan's working late? What was that all about?" I asked myself.

But again the other half of my seemingly schizophrenic inner self had a ready rebuttal: "You were just letting him know there was no rush. What's wrong with that?"

For some reason, the afternoon seemed to drag on slowly and I found myself frequently glancing at the time. "I am not going to rush over there at 5:00 o'clock sharp," I told myself sternly. "I don't want to appear too eager -- I'll work till 6:00 and then drive on over."

At 5:15 I was in the ladies' room freshening my make-up. A few minutes later I was in my car and headed in the direction of Jack's new condo. I found myself drumming my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently when the rush hour traffic slowed my progress to a crawl. "You're just anxious to see what Jack's taste in design looks like," my alter ego told me reassuringly.

When I finally reached the address he'd given me, I found myself in front of a ten-story building that had replaced an old block of shops. Some of the landscaping was still unfinished, but it was clear that the complex would be a very attractive location once everything was completed.

I double-checked the sheet Jack had given me and realized that he must be on the top floor. "I'll bet he's got a great view of the city," I thought.

He must have been waiting for me because I only knocked once before the door to his condo swung open. He was standing there dressed in a dark pair of dress slacks and a pastel-peach dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. I could see a few chest hairs peeking through the gap. All in all he looked like a male model, the perfect balance of casual yet tasteful.

When I raised my eyes to his face, he had that big grin on his face. "I'm so glad you came," he enthused. "Do you like pinot grigio?" When I nodded nervously, he thrust a chilled glass into my hand and took my arm to lead me inside.

After taking a quick sip of the wine to steady myself, I glanced around to see how the place was decorated. Everything was done in a sophisticated palette of grays and creams with occasional accents of dark wood. The walls offset the monochromatic scheme with abstract art in bright colors. "Wow!" I said. "Did you do all this yourself? I'm impressed."

He led me around the place and we chatted easily as he pointed out different features. He deftly refilled my wine glass, and the second one tasted even better than the first. As he was showing me the kitchen, he poured me a third glass, and, without anything else on my stomach I found myself getting pleasantly high.

A few minutes later he took the empty glass from my hand and set it on the counter. "I think you'll really like what I've done in the bedroom," he said. When he placed his hand on my lower back to steer me down the hall, I quivered a little. As he pulled open the double doors, I saw a huge bed placed in the junction of two floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.

"This is stunning!" I said, turning to face him, but then I couldn't say anything more because his hands grasped my hips and pulled my body to him and his lips swooped down on mine. Then his tongue was prying them apart to caress my tongue and I felt like I was in a dream.

He pulled back for a second. "You are so beautiful. I've wanted you for so long," he said fervently, and then he kissed me again. As he did so, his hands began to undo the clothes from my body. I offered no protest; in fact, I felt absolutely powerless to resist. All I could think was, "He wants me. This hot guy is so filled with lust that he can't resist me." That thought was like an injection of aphrodisiac flooding my veins, instantly lifting me to a state of highest sexual arousal.

As he unzipped my skirt and tugged it down my legs, I felt momentarily embarrassed. "God, he's going to see how wet I am!" I thought. But before I could say anything, his fingers and lips drove all rational thought from my brain. He pressed me down on the bed and my body began to arch and strain for greater contact with his. He paused only long enough to pull his own clothes off before clutching my body to his again. Above the sound of my panting, I swear I heard him growl.

I normally like a lot of foreplay before sex, but there was no need now -- I could not have been more aroused or ready. That was just as well because as soon as our clothes were gone he began to position me for penetration. Eagerly I looked down at his cock. It appeared to be only slightly larger than Nathan's, but it had an unusual upward curve. Then he began to rub it across the lips of my pussy, and when he dragged it ran across my swollen clitoris, it sent shock waves through me. My eyes closed and my head fell back on the mattress. When he felt he was sufficiently lubricated, he hooked his arms under my knees and lifted them up and apart, leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable to his assault. Then in one confident move he thrust himself all the way into me.

I gasped at the incursion and immediately began to moan. I was so aroused at that point that anything would have felt good, but after just a minute or two of thrusting my eyes flew open. "Oh! That feels incredible!" I gasped. Somehow his cock was hitting just exactly on the right place inside me, and it was driving me mad with pleasure.

"Oh, God, don't stop!" I pleaded. "Keep fucking me, Jack, keep fucking me!" I gasped incoherently. But there was no need to beg; Jack began to pump faster and harder into me. My head fell back, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth gaped open as I felt his cock continuously rubbing my spot and driving me to ever higher levels of pleasure. With each of his inward thrusts I head myself making noises like some animal as he pushed me up to the peak. "You're making me cum," I cried out repeatedly, and then, when the sensations became unbearable, I screamed and then screamed again as I experienced the strongest orgasm of my life. 

I think I must have passed out for a while because when I opened my eyes Jack was lying beside me, gasping for breath. My whole body felt warm, and there was a pleasant used sensation in my vagina. I rolled onto my side and put my hand on his hairy chest. "God, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life," I told him sincerely.


My Aim Is True



He reached over to caress my face. Looking deeply into my eyes, he replied, "I know, I felt the same way. You were incredible."

His compliment warmed me, but it also reminded me of how I'd responded, and I felt a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry about all that screaming," I told him. "I hope your neighbors haven't called the police."

He chuckled. "Don't worry. This is an end unit, and whoever owns the condo on the other side is never at home, so you can make all the noise you want."

I blushed again, and with that we began to kiss each other tenderly. I let my hand wander lower, exploring his body. He wasn't a body-builder, but he certainly kept himself in good shape, I realized, as my fingers ran over his pectoral muscles and then down his abdomen. But my real objective was his cock. I wanted to feel the marvelous instrument that had taken me to places I'd never been before.

After a minute or two I twisted around and began to kiss my way down his body following the path my fingers had just taken. I never kissed Nathan's cock after we made love, but I was so grateful to Jack that I wanted to show my appreciation. To my pleasant surprise, the taste of our mingled fluids was not unpleasant. After a few lascivious licks and kisses, I was even more surprised to find his shaft growing hard again. 

Nathan and I never made love more than once a night, so I hadn't been expecting anything more. Apparently, Jack was different. I heard that growl come from him again, and suddenly he rolled out of my grasp and twisted around behind me. To my delight, I felt his hard cock probing me from behind, and I felt my own arousal surging.

Usually, Nathan and I made love face to face. But as Jack forced me onto my hands and knees and positioned himself behind me, I felt a surge of animal lust at being taken like a bitch in heat. Crouching in front of him, I felt helpless to do anything except let him take me for his pleasure. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, escalating my feeling of submissiveness as he penetrated me. Once again he began to pound me, and once again the pleasure was unlike anything I'd felt before.

But after only a minute or two he began to drive even harder into me, pressing me forward until I lost my balance and fell flat on the bed with my arms at my side. Jack didn't let up; instead he pressed his full weight down on me, pinning me to the bed while he continued to thrust deep into my vagina. Suddenly I felt him hitting that same magical spot inside me and I began grunting and gasping. Then my mind went totally blank and I heard myself shrieking in ecstasy once more.

When I could think again, Jack had rolled off of me and was holding me from behind. I lay there in a haze, my body happily satiated. After a few minutes, he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to take a shower?"

My eyes snapped open and I glanced quickly at the clock on the bedside table. It was after 10:00 p.m. "Oh, no, I've got to get going!" I gasped.

Jack led me to the en suite and I gratefully took the big fluffy towel he handed me. The shower was huge and warm water streamed over my body from several different jets at once. "I could get used to this," I thought, as I luxuriated in the clouds of steam.

Suddenly I felt another presence behind me, but before I could turn I heard Jack's voice. "Let me help you," he said, and I felt a pair of soapy hands begin to wash my back. Then his hands reached around my torso to begin soaping my breasts. I flinched when his fingers tickled my ribs playfully, but his caresses still felt good, especially when he began paying attention to my hips and the junction of my thighs.

As the water from the spray in front of me washed the soap away, I felt his body press into my back. Then I was startled to feel his erection force its way between my thighs. Before I could protest, his foot forced mine to spread apart and he leaned into me, pressing me up against the shower wall. For a third time I felt his cock pierce the lips of my pussy, and I involuntarily bent my knees and thrust my hips backward to grant him easier access.

This time there was no build-up – he began thrusting quickly and deeply, almost desperately. I knew there was no way I could have a third orgasm, but I loved the fact that he wanted and needed me so badly. "He's ravishing me," I thought, "taking me for his own pleasure." One of his hands slipped around my waist to reach down and caress my clitoris, and I gave a little moan of pleasure. Then, to my delight, I felt his cock rub across my newly discovered pleasure spot, and suddenly my body was responding. "Oh, shit," I thought in wonder," it's happening again!" Then he was pushing me up that peak and for the third time that night I exploded.

If he hadn't been holding me, I would have collapsed on the shower floor. As it was, he clutched me in his arms until I finally regained the use of my limbs. When he released me, I turned abruptly, and playfully but firmly pushed him away, "If you don't get out of here, I'll never get home!" I told him.

Reluctantly, he let me go and stepped out of the shower. I quickly re-lathered, rinsed off and dried my exhausted body. I found my clothes on the back of the bathroom door where he had thoughtfully hung them. When I had dressed and came back into the bedroom, he had pulled on his slacks but was still shirtless. I glanced over at the clock and was panicked to see it was 11:30. "How am I ever going to explain this to Nathan?" I thought. "He's going to kill me!"

Jack walked me to the door. I turned back to him, but before I could say a word he grabbed me in his arms and kissed me fiercely. "This isn't over," he said, "I'm going to want to do this again." Then he released me and gave me that big grin as I hurried out the door.

Driving home was a surreal experience. I was terrified at having to explain to Nathan where I'd been – there was no logical reason I could think of for being so late. But instead of spending the drive trying to concoct an excuse, all I could think of was how hot the sex had been. "Three times! I didn't even know I could cum three times in one night. What a lover!" I felt like one of the sirens from Greek mythology, driving men mad with desire. Never in my life had I felt so sexy, so desirable.

The terror resumed, of course, when I pulled into our driveway, but when I opened the garage door, I was relieved to find that Nathan wasn't home from work. Quickly I ran inside, got undressed and crawled into bed. Half an hour later when he came into the bedroom, I feigned sleep when he checked on me. But after he got undressed and crawled under the covers, I snuggled up to his warm body. "I'm sorry to be so late, babe," he whispered. "It's alright," I said with a smile he couldn't see, "I didn't mind."

But even though my body was exhausted, sleep didn't come immediately. I was relieved, of course, not to have been discovered, but my gratitude was soon supplanted by a sense of elation. "I can't believe I did it," I kept repeating to myself. "It was wrong, but it was incredible." As I remembered the things Jack had done, I felt my pussy twitch. "Jack was right," was my last thought before I drifted off. "It's not over."

Plus Twelve Months and Eight Days

On Saturday I went through all the motions of a normal weekend, but inwardly my mind was caught up in a knock-down drag-out fight with itself. The "good girl" inside me was aghast at what I had done. "You cheated on Nathan," she ranted. "You committed adultery. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The "bad girl" was having none of it. "So what?" she asked. "It's not her fault – Nathan hasn't been paying enough attention to her. He's so caught up in his work that he's been neglecting her for months. Who could blame her for seeking a little passion in your life? She's a young woman, she has needs that he's not meeting."

"He hasn't been neglecting her," came the response. "He's been working his tail off to give her enough financial stability that she could start having a family. Doesn't she still want that?"

"Of course she wants to have children, but not just yet. She needs a chance to live a little, experience some things that Nathan isn't giving her. He's practically kept her locked away from the rest of the world, trapped in this suburban prison."

"You're calling this home a prison? Who are you kidding? There are tons of women who would kill to live in a comfortable home in a quiet neighborhood like this."

"Yeah," came my naughty side, "and there are women who would kill to have one orgasm like Jack gave her last night, much less three! It was unbelievable, like something you'd read about in a romance novel."

And there was the crux of it. I'd never felt more desired and desirable than I had last night. I couldn't remember my honeymoon being as exciting and passionate, although time might have faded the memory somewhat. But even if they'd been equal, to be desired like that at this stage in my life by one of the hottest men I knew was a tremendous boost to my ego. And the orgasms he gave me were like a shot of heroin. I knew I wanted more.

"Maybe just once or twice more," I rationalized. "I'm not taking anything away from Nathan, I'm just giving myself a little reward."

 Plus Twelve Months and Two Weeks

I'd never expected that the excitement of my rendezvous with Jack would last so long. For the past week I kept reliving the experience and relishing every forbidden moment. The thrill of having such a wicked secret gave me a tremendous high.

So when Jack invited me to have lunch at his condo today, I knew exactly what was going to happen and I couldn't wait. I think if he hadn't made a move on me I would have raped him! In reality, by the time we walked through the door to his place we were both so horny that we began tearing each other's clothes off, desperate to get at each other's body. Even though we only had an hour, we managed to have sex twice, and both times I screamed my head off as Jack tore one orgasm after another out of me.

Now, walking through the office back to my cubicle, I was on an incredible high as I waved and smiled to the twenty-somethings I passed. If they thought about me at all, they probably saw me as the staid old married woman of the group. "Wouldn't they be surprised if they knew what I did for lunch?" I thought smugly. "I'll bet they'd like to have felt Jack's cock between their legs like I did. But he wanted me, not them." It was hard to keep a smirk off my face throughout the afternoon. I couldn't wait to repeat the experience.

 Plus Thirteen Months

I looked up from my table in the coffee shop to see Suzanne crossing the street and heading in my direction. I'd invited her to get together because I felt like I couldn't go another minute without someone to talk to.

Suzanne and I had been roommates in college, and when she and her husband Hank moved to our city, we quickly resumed our friendship. Hank became friends with Nathan, too, but men don't have the same type of friendships as women do, and Suzanne and I were as close as sisters.

"Hey, girlfriend," she said after we'd embraced. "I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks. What have you been up to?"

I pushed the latte I'd bought for her across the table and then leaned closer to her. "I've got something I just have to tell you, but you've got to swear you won't breathe a word of it to anyone, not even Hank."

Her face took on a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, but then she smiled and leaned forward. "You know you can count on me, Allison. You can tell me."

I lowered my voice further. "I'm having an affair," I said triumphantly.

At my words, the smile on Suzanne's face evaporated, to be replaced by disbelief.

"You're not . . . You mean with another man?" she stumbled.

"Yes, and it's amazing," I enthused, ignoring her obvious discomfort. "It's been going on for weeks now, and I'm so excited I felt like I'd burst if I didn't confide in someone."

"But what about Nathan?" she asked. "Are you planning to leave him?"

"Of course not," I said reassuringly. "I have no intention of leaving Nathan. I don't plan to carry this thing on forever, I'm just exploring my sensual side a little. Really, it's like getting yourself a special treat, like going to a spa or having a massage." I winked at her. "Except we use a different set of muscles," I joked.

Suzanne didn't seem to find that funny. "But how can you do that and still act normally in front of Nathan?"

"Stop worrying about Nathan," I said impatiently. "He's so wrapped up in his work that he hardly notices when I'm not around. But that's not what I wanted to talk about. Let me tell you about the guy . . ."

"No!" Suzanne quickly interposed. "I don't want to know who it is or what you're doing with him." Then she stopped suddenly and pulled away, her eyes narrowing. "You're not having an affair with Hank, are you?"

I was shocked. "Of course not," I snapped. "I'd never do something like that to you."

"I never thought you'd do it to your husband," she said.

I paused to take a sip of my latte. This wasn't going the way I'd intended.

Suzanne seized the opportunity to press my hand. "Allison, you know I love you like a sister, but you're playing a very dangerous game here. If Nathan finds out, he'll never forgive you. You could lose your marriage, girl."

"He won't find out," I said dismissively. Then a fear suddenly struck me. "You're not going to tell him, are you? You promised you wouldn't say anything, not even to Hank."

She shook her head. "No, I promised I'd keep your secret and I will. But to be honest with you, I wish you'd never told me."

We finished our lattes and soon after that Suzanne left. We'd been planning to go shopping together, but neither one of us really felt like that now.

As I headed back to my car, all I could do was berate myself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could you have been so stupid as to tell Suzanne? I thought she'd be excited for me, but now she thinks I'm a slut." That thought left me feeling depressed.

Then an even worse notion popped into my mind. "What if she does tell Hank? She promised she wouldn't, but what if it slips out? He'd tell Nathan for sure." 

I was so distracted that I almost ran a stop sign. Shaken, I pulled over to the side of the road to give myself time to calm down. "Getting in an accident is the last thing you need to do," I told myself sternly.

To distract myself, I decided to check my phone to see if I had any messages. I was hoping Jack had texted me. We were eager to plan our next rendezvous and I wanted to see if he'd gotten back to me. But when I reached in my purse, my cellphone wasn't there. After frantically checking in the car to no avail, I began mentally retracing my steps. "Did I leave it at the coffee shop?" I asked myself. No, I remembered that I hadn't had it out while I was talking with Suzanne. "When was the last time you used your phone?"I asked myself. "It must have been while I was getting dressed. I remember I sent Jack that text to see when we could get together. I must have left it on my dresser."

"Oh my God, what if Nathan finds it? What if he checks my text messages? He could find out everything!" Hastily I made a u-turn and sped for home. I had to get my phone back before Nathan found it.

When I burst into the house, I was praying that Nathan wouldn't be around, but to my dismay I almost ran smack into him. "What are you doing back so soon?" he asked. "I thought you were going to meet up with Suzanne and go shopping."

"That's right," I said, improvising madly, "but I forgot where we were going to meet, and when I went to call her I realized I'd left my phone at home, so I came back to get it."

"You mean this phone?" he said, holding out his hand with the errant instrument. My heart stopped beating; I felt like a prisoner on the gallows waiting for the trapdoor to fall. But all Nathan did was to smile. "I found it on your dresser. Sometimes I think you'd forget that pretty ass of yours if it wasn't attached so nicely in back." Then he kissed me to take any sting out of his gentle rebuke.

I took the phone and went back out to my car. When I got the door closed, I slumped over the steering wheel as the tension flowed out of me. "That was too close," I thought. "I could have ruined everything." As I headed out again, I vowed to do a better job of staying on my guard to avoid doing something stupid like that again. "Having an affair is damned hard work," I thought ruefully.

 Plus Thirteen Months and Two Weeks

I pulled out my phone to check, but there was still no message from Jack. Damn! It had been almost two weeks since we'd last been together, and five days since I'd even heard from him. The last time we were together, we hadn't set a time to meet again, but I would have thought he would have called before now. 

The last time I went by his office to see him, his secretary gave me a strange look, so I didn't dare go over there again. And I didn't want to ask some of the other girls where he is – that would be sure to start the gossip going. Damn, damn, damn!

"What if he's lost interest in me? What if he's found someone else and this is his way of breaking it off? I know it's got to end sometime, but I don't want to be dumped unceremoniously without even a word."

"Maybe I should call him again. No, that would look too needy -- I don't want to scare him off. Sometimes he can be so arrogant. But, dammit, I'm horny!"

 Plus Thirteen Months and Three Weeks

Over dinner last night, Nathan informed me that he had to go out of town this weekend and wouldn't be back until Tuesday night. The prospect of spending an extra-long weekend alone with nothing to do immediately put me in a foul mood. But what really ticked me off was when Nathan told me that the whole account team would be making the trip this time: Nathan, Darrell and Stephanie.

Nathan had introduced me to the two of them at a party at his office some months ago. Darrell didn't make much of an impression on me, but I took an instant dislike to Stephanie. I saw the way she hung on his every word, and his praise for her – intelligent, goal-oriented and highly motivated – had made me uneasy. I wondered if one of her goals was Nathan. The fact that she was attractive, well-dressed and younger than me all added to the sense of danger I felt.

"Why is she going on this trip?" I asked myself, and instantly the wicked side of my mind supplied the answer: Nathan must be having an affair with her. I didn't say that out loud, of course, but once the thought came to me I couldn't get it out of my head. It all made sense. "No wonder he's been working so late so often, no wonder he had to make so many trips out of town. All that time he's been away from home couldn't really be work-related -- he must be sleeping with that conniving little bitch!"

I did my best to keep my emotions hidden, but Nathan must have sensed that I wasn't happy. "I know all this has been really hard on you, but it's going to pay off for us down the road, babe," he said. "As soon as I get back we'll spend some time together, just the two of us. I promise."

He looked so plaintive that my suspicions were temporarily allayed, but once we were in bed with the lights out, all my fears came boiling to the surface again. "What if he really has been carrying on an affair with Stephanie all this time? What if he's planning to leave me and run off with her? God, that would be so humiliating!"

I really needed to talk to someone, to get a friendly ear to let me vent. "Maybe I should call Suzanne tomorrow. Wait, what am I thinking? I just told herI'm having an affair. I can hardly go to her now and accuse Nathan of doing the same thing. What a mess! I feel so all alone."




My Aim Is True



Sleep didn't come easily that night, but the tears certainly did.

Plus Fourteen Months

Jack finally called -- we're going to get together this weekend! Nathan's leaving on Friday morning and won't be back till Tuesday, so Jack and I can have the whole weekend together. Not only that, but now that I know Nathan is going to be with Stephanie on his trip, I've decided to be really naughty and have Jack over to my house. I can't wait!

 Plus Fourteen Months and Five Days

Nathan left this morning and I'm so excited I can hardly sit still in my office chair. We've got it all worked out: I'm going to follow Jack home to his condo after work so he can drop off his car. Then I'm going to drive him to my house. That way the neighbors won't see a strange car parked in our driveway all weekend.

Once again I found myself repeatedly checking the clock to see if 5:00 p.m. had finally arrived. Then, just as I was putting my work away in my desk, the phone rang. When I answered, it was Suzanne.

"Hey, girlfriend," she said. "Nathan told Hank about his business trip, so I guess you're going to be a bachelorette this weekend. Why don't you come over and have dinner with us tonight?"

"Oh, Suzanne, you're so sweet, but I'm committed for tonight."

"Well then, how about tomorrow night?"

"Um, well, I'm kind of committed for Saturday night as well," I said.

"Oh." I could hear a tinge of hurt in her voice. Then I think she must have put two and two together because she said, "Ohhh -- I understand." She paused and then said, "Be careful, Allison. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Don't worry about me, Suzanne. I'll be fine," I reassured her.

After we'd hung up, I cursed under my breath. The last thing I wanted was for someone else to know my business this weekend. Even worse, Suzanne was going to have to explain to Hank, my husband's good friend, that his friend's wife was "committed" all weekend. Damn!

 Plus Fourteen Months and One Week

I felt positively wicked. I was lying naked with my face down on my own bed in my own home with my lover's weight pressing down on me, his cock slowly stroking in and out of my sopping pussy. "Damn," I thought idly, "I'm going to have to wash every sheet in the house when Jack leaves."

It was almost embarrassing: I've always been one of those women who produces lots of lubrication down there. But when Jack's marvelous cock starts hitting that secret spot, I begin absolutely gushing. Tonight his unrelenting passion and the sheer naughtiness of entertaining my lover in my husband's bed had me wetter than I'd ever been before.

Suddenly, Jack slipped out of me, and I gave a little moan in frustration. I could feel him trying to reseat himself, but he was too high. Then his cock was probing at my back door. I tried to turn my head to look at him. "What are you doing?" I rasped.

"Relax," he said, "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"No, wait. I don't do that!" I yelped, and tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his body had me pinned. 

"You may not have done it before," he said in that growl of his, "but you're going to do it now, and you're going to love it."

At first I started to rebel, but as his weight kept me helpless and his cock continued to press against my backside, a vision of the way I must look popped into my head. "He's going to fuck my ass," I thought, "and I can't do a thing to stop him." The mental picture of a lust-maddened male ravishing my helpless body set off a quiver deep within me.

At that moment one of his hands snaked around my hip and down between my legs to tease my clitoris, and my hips gave an involuntary twitch. That was all it took -- suddenly the head of his cock popped inside me. I groaned -- I'd never felt so stuffed in my life. It wasn't really painful, just sort of uncomfortable. "Don't move," I gasped, and he held still for a moment. Then his fingers began to stroke my clitoris lightly, and once again my hips again responded, letting him slip deeper inside me.

Another deep groan forced its way out of my throat as he began to push in and out of me. It wasn't that I was in pain; instead I felt an overwhelming pressure unlike any sensation I'd ever had.

After a minute or two, however, I began to feel more comfortable; my body seemed to expand to accommodate him. I became aware that his fingers were continuing to strum my clitoris in time to the thrusting of his cock, and a strange warmth began to spread through my core. I felt my body matching his rhythm, and the sense of pleasure began to grow within me.

After a few minutes I heard an unfamiliar keening sound and was startled to realize it was coming from me. As Jack began thrusting into me more vigorously, I felt as though I was being lifted on a giant wave. It wasn't the same as when he had made love to me before, but somehow it was every bit as exciting and maddening. Then he was cursing and grunting, and I heard myself screaming before I collapsed in exhaustion, with him landing on top of me.

After a few minutes he rolled off of me and I felt his shrunken cock slip out of my backside. I was sore but totally satisfied. He flashed me a little smile. "Judging by your screaming, I'd say you enjoyed that."

"Oh my God," I whispered. "I never knew it would be that way. I can't believe I've been missing out on that all my life."

We didn't have anal sex again that weekend -- although I would have loved to -- because my bottom was much too sore. Jack assured me that it would be much easier the next time, which was encouraging. But he again repeatedly demonstrated his sexual prowess on Sunday until I felt as though I had just completed a marathon. I was exhausted but wonderfully satisfied.

I finally drove him back to his condo late on Sunday afternoon, and then spent several hours washing the sheets and bedspread, and airing out the bedroom in case Nathan were to come home early. I winced every time I bent over the bed to smooth out the clean sheets, but it was a pleasant kind of soreness. "I wish Nathan had done that to me," I suddenly thought. But then I realized that was unlikely to happen. Nathan would never force me to do something against my will. "And I can't very well ask him for that – he would surely start to wonder how I'd become interested in something I'd always refused so adamantly," I thought sadly.

 Plus Fourteen Months and Nine Days 

Nathan didn't get home until late Tuesday night, and he was so worn out he went straight to bed without even unpacking. The next morning he was off to work early, so I didn't really get a chance to talk to him until Wednesday evening. When he came through the door, it was clear that he was bursting to talk to me.

"We just got word back from the client today. We got the contract – our presentation was a huge success! I'm going to be getting a whopping bonus, and the boss told me I'd be up for a promotion later this year!"

"Oh, honey, that's wonderful!" I cheered and ran to hug him. But he grabbed me by the shoulders and stopped me with a serious look.

"That's not all I have to tell you," he said ominously. "I called your office today and talked to your boss."

I went pale at that.

"And you know what I told him?" Nathan went on, ignoring the expression on my face. "I told him that you were working too hard."

I thought about all those long lunches and the times I had left early to go to Jack's condo, and my heart skipped a beat.

"And guess what: he agreed with me. He's going to give you this coming Friday and Monday off so I can take you to Cancun for a long weekend to celebrate!" Nathan finished with gleeful satisfaction at his surprise.

This time I did throw my arms around his neck, but it was more to keep myself from collapsing on the floor than a show of gratitude. I really did appreciate Nathan's surprise, but his way of announcing it almost gave me a heart attack.

As he held me, Nathan whispered in my ear, "I know I've been neglecting you over the last few months, babe, but I swear I'm going to make it up to you, starting this weekend. It'll be a chance for the two of us to get away, to enjoy some sun and sand, and have some time to reconnect with each other." He kissed me again. "Maybe we can even talk about starting our family," he said tenderly. I just hugged him fiercely; I wasn't ready to have that conversation just now.

 Plus Fourteen Months and Two Weeks

I sat at my desk on Tuesday and stared off into space, thinking back to our getaway in Cancun. A long weekend like that should have been a wonderful mini-vacation, but for me it was a disaster. 

It was incredibly thoughtful of Nathan to plan the trip and make all the arrangements as a surprise for me, but instead of being grateful and appreciative, all I could feel was guilt and remorse. It was now clear to me that there had been nothing going on between Nathan and Stephanie other than a work relationship. If they'd been carrying on an affair, the last thing he'd want would be a romantic getaway with me. 

No, I thought, the truth was that Nathan had been working like a dog for weeks on end to make things better for us. He truly was a kind and caring husband. And how did I repay him? By spending a sex-filled weekend in our own bed with another man, I thought bitterly.

Every loving word, every thoughtful act that Nathan did on our trip just heaped more coals of shame on my head. I tried my best to be upbeat and loving in return, but even that didn't work out well. Nathan interpreted my efforts as a desire for romance, and he wanted to have sex with me every night. He was sweet and gentle, and tried to be attentive to my needs, but all I could think of was the way Jack would throw me on the bed and fuck me to one mind-blowing orgasm after another. I was forced to fake my orgasms with Nathan, something I'd never had to do before. Afterwards, as he slept, I lay in bed crying silently to myself at the way my body had betrayed me and I had betrayed Nathan. 

But that wasn't the worst thing that happened. The night before we were to leave, Nathan took me dancing, which I loved, and we had more to drink than normal. When we got back to our room he was on fire with lust and practically tore my clothes off of me. I felt my pulse begin to pound – this was so different, and I liked it!

He wound up throwing me on the bed and attacking my body like we hadn't had sex in a year. I loved it, and when he began thrusting vigorously into me, he managed to hit that special spot that drove me so crazy. I began to pant and moan and clasp him to me. Then, just as I was heading for an orgasm, I caught myself just about to call him Jack! I don't think Nathan noticed, but the jolt of fear was like a bucket of ice water, and my impending orgasm vanished. 

Afterwards, Nathan alternated between thanking me for such hot sex and apologizing for his rough behavior. I held him, soothed him and told him I loved what he had done, but when he fell asleep the tears came again. What had I become?

The buzz of my cellphone in the darkness startled me. I kept it permanently set on vibrate now so as not to alert Nathan when a call or text came in. I'd even taken to sleeping with my phone under my pillow to keep him from finding it during the night and discovering a message I might have forgotten to delete.

I opened the phone under the covers and saw I'd received a text. It was Jack: "where r u - i need u." There was also a picture from him – a shot of his erect cock. I quickly deleted both, but not before a little thrill shot through me. A girl always likes to know a man wants her.

 Plus Fourteen Months and Fifteen Days

Before I was back in the office two hours on Wednesday, Jack was in touch with me about getting together, and we had arranged to meet at his place on Friday after work. I had told Nathan that some of the girls in the office were planning to go out for drinks after work and I wanted to join them. Nathan was still trying to make up for all the times he had neglected me so he had no objection. Once it was clear he was okay with my being late, I could feel my panties starting to get damp. Damn, what a horny little bitch I've become!

But something happened on Thursday that cast a pall over my plans. I'd stopped by the grocery store on the way home to pick up a few items when I ran into Suzanne. She still seemed a little wary of me, but I could tell that she had something she was dying to tell me.

"What is it, Suzanne?" I asked after we'd greeted each other. "There's something different about you."

Her eyes were shining now. "I'm pregnant, Allison. Hank and I are going to have a baby."

I squealed. "That's so wonderful!" I yelled, throwing my arms around her. "When are you due? Do you know if it's a boy or a girl? Have you picked out a name yet?"

We talked for quite awhile and she had lots to tell me about the baby and their plans. I was so glad for her, and also glad that we were able to reconnect with one another. It felt as though there had never been any tension between the two of us.

But after she had left, I found myself strangely depressed. Hearing Suzanne's wonderful news dredged up all those thoughts I had had about starting a family. As I had listened to her excitement and watched her face glowing, I had felt a strong rush of jealousy. I wanted a baby too.

Then the "bad girl" side of me spoke up in a supercilious tone of voice, "Well, you can hardly start trying for a baby with Nathan if you're still fucking Jack." The instant that thought crossed my mind, I knew what I had to do. My little fling with Jack had been a lot of fun but it was time to move on, to put all that wildness behind me. We could still get together this coming Friday, but afterwards I'd let Jack know that it was the last time.

Once I'd reached that decision, I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from me. The stress of carrying on my affair had grown increasingly heavy; now, finally, the time had come to end it. My relief was palpable.

 Plus Fourteen Months and Seventeen Days

When I got ready on the Friday morning of our rendezvous, I decided that I was going to make sure Jack didn't forget me once our affair was over. So before I left the office, I slipped into the ladies' room and changed into the clothes I'd brought along in my bag. 

When I got to Jack's condo and rang the doorbell, I was wearing a light trench coat, a big floppy fedora, and the highest black heels I owned. As he pulled the door open, I held open the trench coat so he could see what I had on underneath: the black bra that displayed more of my breasts than it hid, the black g-string panties that barely covered my pussy, and the black garter belt that held up dark hose with seams in back. In short, I was dressed to fuck, and the stunned look on his face showed I had made the desired impact. When he snatched me inside and began to maul me with his hands and mouth, I knew I had been successful.

I was wild that night, and my intensity obviously infected Jack. He outdid himself, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. At one point he pinned me, still wearing my slutty lingerie, up against the window of his condo. As I stared out at the lights of the city with my breasts flattened against the chill glass, he pounded in me from behind until I closed my eyes and screamed and screamed and screamed.

Afterwards, we sank to the carpet beside each other, panting for breath. Finally, I rose up on one elbow to look at him. "Jack, you are without a doubt the best lover I have ever had. The last few months have been wonderful."

His face took on a questioning expression. "You're not going to end this, are you?"

"Yes, Jack, I am," I said solemnly. "I've reached some decisions about the future: it's time for Nathan and me to start a family."

"But that doesn't mean we have to end what we have going," he argued. "You can't tell me you didn't love what we just got through doing."

"I did," I agreed, "but that doesn't change the fact that it's time for me to begin concentrating on having a family. And the fact is I can't concentrate with a distraction like you in my life."

He looked away for a moment, then his eyes found mine. "I guess I always knew this would end some day. I just didn't want it to happen yet."

"Thank you for understanding, Jack. You're the best. Now, I have to get a shower, change into my other clothes and get back home."

As I got to my feet, I waggled my finger at him. "And no slipping into the shower with me this time, understand?"

He nodded sheepishly. "Good," I thought. "It's always better to leave them wanting more."

When I got home, Nathan greeted me as I came in the door. "So how was your girls' night out?" he asked.

"The usual," I said nonchalantly, "a lot of gossiping, a lot of giggling and a little more alcohol than was really wise. But it was fun."

He nodded and I felt another huge surge of relief. I'd been foolish and had taken some incredible risks in having an affair, but I'd gotten away with it. I swore to myself that from now on I'd be the most devoted wife any man had ever had.

I sat down next to Nathan on the couch and took his hand. "Honey, do you remember how I told you about running into Suzanne the other day and her good news?"

Nathan nodded. "I talked to Hank – he's ecstatic about it."

I seized the opening. "Well, I've been thinking about it for the last couple of days and I think maybe it's time for us to start trying for a baby as well. What do you think?"

I had expected Nathan to respond with delight, but what I got was hesitation. "I thought you weren't ready for motherhood now, that you wanted to wait a few more years."

"I know I said that before," I said impatiently, "but I've changed my mind. I think the time is right."

"I don't know, Allison," he responded, "it would mean some really big changes for us. And with everything going on at work, the timing isn't really ideal."

"But I thought you wanted to have children," I said desperately.

"I do," he said, "but I need a little time to process all this, that's all. It's a big change in our plans. Give me a week or two to think about it."

And that's the way the discussion ended. I thought about tears or starting a big fight, but I worried that those tactics would only harden Nathan's resistance. There must be something else going on with him, and I had to figure out what it was.

As I lay in bed that night, tears of frustration came to my eyes. I'd had everything carefully planned out, from my one last orgy of sexual excess to the beginning of the next stage in our marriage, and now suddenly everything was thrown into disarray.

"What could have happened to cause Nathan to procrastinate? He mentioned things going at work that made the timing bad, but I thought that after they won that big contract everything at work had settled down. What's the problem?"

Suddenly, the answer hit me, and I almost sat bolt upright in bed. "My God, it's Stephanie! He is having an affair with her after all!"

It was the only logical explanation, and it sent a chill through me. What if it wasn't just sex, what if it was a full-blown love affair? Could she be planning to steal Nathan away from me? The pain of that idea burned deep into me. I could picture her in my mind, and everything about her looked more attractive and desirable than me. How could I possibly win against someone like that?

For that matter, how could I ever survive without Nathan? Now that I was at risk of losing him, I could see with great clarity just how desirable he was as a husband. He was so good, so thoughtful, so loving. I could go the rest of my life and never find a man with the same breadth of qualities he had. The thought of him leaving me made me almost physically sick.




My Aim Is True



At that moment my other side came to my rescue with a solution. "Yes, Nathan is a decent, honest man, and you can use all that against him. He'd never abandon you if you were bearing his child!"

At once I knew it would work. No matter how desirable Stephanie might be, Nathan would never leave me for her if I were pregnant with his child. It would take time and some luck, but it was the best shot I had. I relaxed back into my pillow. "First thing tomorrow I'm going to throw away my birth control pills," I told myself. The satisfaction of having made a plan allowed me to drift off to sleep.

 Plus Fourteen Months and Three Weeks

I sat at my desk and ran my fingers through my hair in distraction. The last few days had been very difficult. Nathan had seemed distant and distracted, and I was pretty sure I knew why. Every bone in my body ached to confront him about his little fling but I steadfastly resisted. The last thing I wanted to do was to drive him into the arms of the little bitch. "Follow the plan," I kept telling myself, "follow the plan."

A critical element in my scheme was to get Nathan to make love to me, and I did manage to coerce him into doing so twice this week. He seemed oddly reticent, but I begged and wheedled and eventually he gave in. I considered trying some of the tricks I'd learned from my time with Jack in order to show him that I was a better lover than Stephanie. But I immediately realized that to deviate significantly from what Nathan was used to would be terribly risky."Keep him comfortable, on familiar ground," I cautioned myself. "It's your fertility, not your sexual proficiency, that will win this battle."

But after less than a week, trying to stay with my scheme was weighing heavily on me. The thought of Nathan rolling in Stephanie's arms was a constant wound that wouldn't heal. Yet I dared not let my anger show for fear of driving him away. Playing the ignorant, loving wife was extremely stressful, yet provoking a confrontation would have been totally counterproductive. I just had to hope that my body would throw off the effects of taking the pill quickly and that I would get pregnant before Stephanie succeeded in luring him into a final break. The tension was eating away at me.

At that moment, the phone on my desk rang. Startled, I answered automatically, "This is Allison. How may I help you?"

To my surprise, Jack's voice came through the line. "You can help me by seeing me again. I miss you like crazy."

A part of me was gratified to have a man like Jack longing for me, but the other part was simply annoyed to have this distraction at such a stressful time.

I lowered my voice to a loud whisper. "Jack, you know we can't do this. It was great while it lasted, but it's over now."

His voice got softer too. "It was great, wasn't it? God, you drove me crazy with lust! And you felt the same way too, you've got to admit."

I shook my head. "Yes, Jack, it was incredibly hot, I won't deny it. But I can't be with you again, even if I wanted to."

His voice was teasing me now. "But you do want it, don't you, just one more time?"

"Jack," I said, a little more loudly than I intended, then resuming my quiet whisper, "I'm off the pill now. I don't dare have sex with you – I want Nathan's baby."

His voice was really husky and teasing now. "No you can't. But there'd be no danger of pregnancy with anal sex. Wouldn't you like to feel me deep in your ass one more time?"

I hesitated. God, the times Jack had fucked me back there had been otherworldly! And that wasn't something that Nathan was likely ever to give me, especially since I'd denied him so vehemently in the past.

But the thought of sex with Nathan also provoked a vision of him having sex with Stephanie. What if he was doing her in the ass? I'll bet she'd love it, his cock filling her pert bottom while I settled for vanilla sex in our marital bed. Anger at his infidelity mixed with envy for the sensations I was being denied, and against my better judgment I heard myself consenting to get together with Jack one more time. 

I told him I'd take a long lunch hour on Thursday and meet him at his place for one last time. He sounded like a kid who'd been handed the keys to Toys"R"Us. I tried to be stern with him, but his enthusiasm got the better of me. I began to feel that itch in my pussy as I hung up the phone.

 Plus Fifteen Months

"Why am I doing this?" I asked myself for the dozenth time as I pressed the doorbell to Jack's condo. I was tense, but it was the tension of eagerness. Anger at Nathan and Stephanie mingled with exultation at the idea that I could make a man like Jack desire me so badly. And all of that was underlain by a desire that I couldn't deny: to have another orgasm from Jack's cock buried in my ass.

When he opened the door, Jack didn't pause for pleasantries or compliments. He yanked me inside, shoved the door closed behind me and immediately began pulling at my clothes, desperate to get them off of me. His eagerness matched my own, and as I tugged at his belt and ripped at his shirt buttons, I heard myself panting in sheer animal desire. 

Our clothes were left in a heap on the living room floor as he picked me up bodily and dashed with me into his bedroom. While he carried me in his arms, his mouth fastened on my left breast and he began to bite on my nipple until I screamed in a confusion of pain and passion. Then he flung me onto the bed and almost dove directly on top of me. His fingers ran over my body, squeezing my breasts and then running down my torso until they stopped to stroke around and deep within my pussy. I could only moan.

Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over onto my stomach, his weight pressing down on me to hold me in place. I felt his cock probing between my legs, and in a moment of sanity I yelled out desperately, "Not in my pussy!"

I felt him pull back, and I was just about to roll over when I felt the cool moisture of gel smeared on my backside and then pushed into my ass. Then his weight came down on me fully and I felt his cock jabbing at me. His breath was coming in great pants that sounded like a steam engine, and then I felt him thrust so deeply into my ass that it took my breath away.

After that, everything turned into a blur. I felt enormous pressure comingled with ever-building pleasure. I heard his pants turn into bellows until I felt like a brood mare in heat mounted by a stallion. Strangest of all, I heard a woman's voice hoarsely yelling over and over, "Fuck my ass, Jack, fuck my ass!" Then there was the most powerful explosion of pleasure I have ever felt. I screamed and then passed out.

When I regained consciousness, Jack's fingers were stroking my softened nipple. I tuned to face him and rolled my eyes. "Oh, God, I'm going to miss that," I told him fervently. "But it can't happen again. Promise me that you won't ask again, Jack. If you care about me at all, don't tempt me again."

When he had reluctantly promised, I quickly showered and drove to the office. For the rest of the day, I tried to catch up on my work in an afterglow of sexual satisfaction. I also felt as though I'd somehow gotten some payback on Nathan. He could have his fun with Stephanie, but I could have my fun with Jack too. And before Stephanie could make her move, I was going to tie down Nathan with a baby that would keep him away from his lover forever.

I was about half an hour later than normal getting home from work because I needed to get caught up after taking a longer than expected lunch hour. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw that Nathan had beaten me home, but when I went into the house, none of the lights had been turned on.

Puzzled, I went upstairs to see if he was there, but he was nowhere to be found on the second floor. Now as I came back down the stairs to check the rest of the house, I was starting to get concerned. As I rounded the corner to the den, I spotted him sitting in the lounge chair, a single lamp switched on beside him.

"Nathan," I called out, "is everything okay?"

He looked up at me slowly, and said in a low voice, "No, everything is not okay."

I walked over and fell to my knees beside him. "What's happened, Nathan?" I peered at his face and saw tears in his eyes. "Is it your parents, honey? Are your Mom and Dad okay?" I asked, grabbing his hand.

He pulled his hand away, reached over to the table beside him and handed me a sheet of thick paper. "This is what's wrong," he said forlornly.

I took the sheet from him and looked at it with puzzlement, trying to understand what I was seeing. It seemed to be a photograph of a woman standing in front of a door in a hallway. Suddenly the picture snapped into focus and I realized it was a photo of me standing outside the door to Jack's condo!

An icy chill swept over me. No, this couldn't be happening -- it must be a nightmare! How could he have found out? I had to say something, come up with some excuse, but my brain had stopped working.

"Nathan, what is this?' I said stupidly. "I don't understand."

"Perhaps this one will help you," he said, handing me another print. This one showed me coming out of Jack's condo. I could just see his hand touching my wrist.

"Nathan, this is not what you think," I said too loudly.

"And just what is it that I think, Allison?" he asked coldly.

At least I knew better than to answer that one. Instead, I shifted into defense mode. "Nathan, those are pictures of me stopping by Jack Ruskin's condo. You know Jack, he works at my company. He left some papers from work at his condo that were needed in the office, and I agreed to swing by his place and pick them up. That's all that happened, I swear."

He reached over and picked up another print. "And this?" he said so quietly I could hardly hear him. In his hand was a picture of me in front of Jack's door in my trench coat, holding it open to display my sex wear. I gasped. But the picture was taken from an angle, and the sides of the coat concealed exactly what I was showing to Jack. Then I noticed that the big fedora hid my face as well, and hope welled up in me.

"I have no idea who that is, Nathan. Why are you showing me these pictures?" I demanded, trying to gain the advantage.

But he had yet another photo to show me, this one taken from outside Jack's building. It showed me striding into Jack's building wearing a different outfit. When I noticed the date and time superimposed in the lower corner of the shot, my heart sank. It was from my rendezvous today. 

I closed my eyes, hoping the photo would be gone when I reopened them. But of course it was not, and I decided my only course was to continue to try to bluff my way through this nightmare.

"Oh, that's right. I had to make a trip over to get something from him today as well. That's all it was."

He dropped the photo in his lap and shook his head in dismay. "Please stop lying to me, Allison," he said in an emotionless voice. Then he produced another photograph, this one taken from the other side of the building. The camera had zoomed in on a top-floor window, and I flinched when I saw the naked woman pressed against the window, a man's torso thrusting against her from behind. Inset into that photo was a blow-up obviously taken with a powerful telephoto lens. There was no denying that the face pressed against the glass was my own.

He looked up at me with eyes I couldn't read and said harshly, "Please don't try to tell me that's not you, or that you're just collecting more business papers."

I collapsed in front of him in absolute terror. I was trapped; he had irrefutable evidence of my affair. I was going to lose him, I was going to lose everything. I began to sob.

"I'm so sorry, Nathan. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean for it to happen." Panic gripped me. "It was only the one time, Nathan. You've got to believe me. It was just the once."

He shook his head, and now his voice was cold and distant. "After a friend mentioned seeing you at that condo several times, I hired a detective. He was able to set up surveillance inside the building on the floor where Jack's condo is located. I know for a fact that you were with Jack twice in the last two weeks. But the detective found a source who told him this has been going on for months."

Anger shot through me, and without thinking I yelled, "Suzanne must have told you. I can't believe she would betray me that way!"

I saw shock in Nathan's face now. "Suzanne? Suzanne knew and didn't warn me? God, Hank must know too. And I thought they were my friends."

Then his eyes narrowed. "As a matter of fact, it wasn't your girlfriend who blew your cover. But it wouldn't have mattered: once the detective started asking around, he found lots of people who were happy to talk about your affair, including the girls in your office you go drinking with. Oh, wait, I forgot: you didn't really go out with them after all, you just used them as cover while Jack screwed your brains out."

I knelt there on the floor, my mind reeling. At that instant, all I could do was wonder which of the twenty-somethings at work had ratted me out. After a moment I came to my senses. It really didn't matter which one of those little gossips had revealed my secret, what mattered was the fact that Nathan knew all about my adulterous affair.

When the accused is confronted with indisputable proof of her crimes, her only remaining option is to throw herself on the mercy of the court. "Oh, God, Nathan, I am so terribly sorry. I let myself be seduced, and once it happened I couldn't get out because I was afraid he'd reveal what I'd done. Please, Nathan, you've got to forgive me, got to give me another chance. I want to have your babies. I'd be such a good mother, such a grateful wife to you. Please, Nathan, please!"

He looked at me for a long minute, and I dared to hope that he might find it in his heart to forgive me. Then he said casually, "Would it surprise you to learn that while you and Jack have been playing games in his condo, I've been having an affair with Stephanie the whole time?"

Something snapped within me, and I started screaming. "I knew it! I knew that little bitch was after you. Oh, Nathan, how could you? I can never forgive you for doing this to me. I . . ."

"STOP!" Nathan yelled in such a loud voice that I was stunned. "Just listen to yourself, Stephanie. You want me to forgive you for having an affair, but you couldn't forgive me if the situation were reversed."

He shook his head. "For your information, I am not having an affair with Stephanie. More to the point, I have never been unfaithful to you in our marriage. But now I know without a doubt what would have happened if I had."

With that I began to sob again even harder than before. Nathan didn't respond in any way, he just sat silently until my tears subsided. I looked up at him helplessly. "Is there no chance that you could ever forgive me, Nathan? If you could somehow find it in your heart to do so, I swear I'd be the most loving, faithful wife possible. You'd never have to worry about my love. I would do anything to prove it to you, and I'd keep doing anything for you for the rest of my life. I swear, Nathan."

Again he looked at me in silence for what seemed to me like an eternity. Finally he sighed. "I believe you, Allison. I believe you mean every word you say. But I also believed you meant every word you said in your wedding vows. And when you've broken your word the way you have, willfully and repeatedly, I would never be able to believe that you couldn't do it again."

There was nothing I could say to that.

I looked up at him again in despair. "It's just not fair. Today was going to be the last time; I would never have seen him again. If only you hadn't found out."

His face reflected his bitterness. "If that's supposed to make me feel better, Allison, it's not working."

We sat there in silence for a long time. Finally Nathan looked at me again and asked quietly, "There is one thing I'd like to know, Allison. Why did you do it? Was it something I did or failed to do in our marriage? Why?"

I couldn't face him. "No, it wasn't you, it was all me. I wasn't looking to cheat, but the opportunity came and I let it happen. Maybe I was afraid of getting older, maybe I felt like I wasn't as desirable as I used to be." I looked up at him. "But those are just excuses. The truth is I just did it and" -- I began to weep again – "I don't really know why."

He regarded me sadly for a while, then handed me a thick sheaf of papers. I was pretty sure what they were, but he spelled it out. "This is a copy of the petition for divorce that my attorney filed with the court today. You need to get your own attorney and have him review the settlement I've proposed."

I started to leaf through the pages when a phrase caught my eye. "You're suing on the grounds of infidelity," I asked. "Couldn't it just be 'irreconcilable differences?'"

"No," he said firmly. "I am not going to have people think I was the bad guy here. I did everything in my power to be a good faithful husband. If any of our friends are nosy enough to want to know why we're splitting up, I don't want any of them thinking it was because of me."

Now that my fate was sealed, I found myself growing angry that he was being so vindictive. "I can't accept that," I said with more bravery than I felt. "If you file on those grounds, I'll fight you on it. I'll bring Stephanie into the case, maybe countersue. I could drag it out and make things really messy and expensive."

He sighed. "I told my attorney that you weren't like that, Allison, that you wouldn't make a fuss. But he insisted that we have a contingency, just in case, and I guess he was right after all. Maybe you'd like to hear what the detective agency sent over this afternoon." With that he pulled an IPod out of his pocket and flicked it with his thumb. I gasped as I clearly heard my voice chanting, "Fuck my ass, Jack, fuck my ass!" over and over again.

"You can either accept my terms for the divorce or this tape and a lot more like it will get entered as evidence. Do you really want your parents and friends listening to the two of you?" 

He looked at me without emotion, got to his feet and started to walk away, but then turned back. "You really ought to let Jack know that the sound-proofing in his building isn't very good."

Plus Sixteen Months

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee in the break room when one of the men in the office brushed by me. "Hey, Allison, how're you doing?" he asked with a sly look on his face.

"I'm fine, Barry," I replied curtly, not wanting to encourage a conversation.

It didn't work. "Hey, I heard you're back on the market now," he went on hastily. "How about you and I grab a few drinks after work, maybe have a little fun?" As he spoke, he reached his arm out and ran his fingers caressingly over my elbow.

I stepped back in shock. "You're a married man, for God's sake, Barry! You've got a wife and kids. What are you thinking?"

He leered at me. "The way I heard it, that wouldn't bother you. Come on, it'd be just some harmless fun. No one would have to know."

I rushed past him and beat a hasty retreat back to my desk. From somewhere across the cubicle farm I thought I heard the sound of girlish giggling, but I didn't dare look around. When I reached my desk, I slumped down in my chair and put my face in my hands. "Oh, God, is this what I have to look forward to: being fair game for every wannabe lecher in the company?"

Plus Seventeen Months

Even though our house had a Sold sign out front, someone had still stuffed a flyer in the mailbox announcing a neighborhood party. I thought that it might be a nice opportunity to go and say goodbye to some of the neighbors before I moved. And to be honest, I was lonely and tired of sitting by myself in front of the TV every night.




My Aim Is True



Someone had set up a small tent on a vacant lot, and people were milling around a portable barbecue grill on which hotdogs were being roasted. I filled a plastic cup with beer from a keg and began to wander through the crowd. Spotting a neighbor who had loaned us some tools once, I went over to chat. He was nice. He said he had been sorry to hear about our divorce and wished me well. It felt good to hear some kind words.

But the mood didn't last long. A few minutes after I had walked on, my neighbor's wife came stalking up to me and angrily demanded that I stay away from her husband. I was dumbfounded. "I did nothing but say goodbye," I protested.

She pointed her finger at me accusingly. "I've heard all about you and your morals," she said shrilly. "Everyone in the neighborhood knows about you. I'll only say this one more time: stay away from my husband!"

I glanced around and saw we were drawing a crowd. I dropped my beer, turned and fled through the crowd in tears. My sense of humiliation was almost unbearable. "They're acting like I'm the whore of Babylon!" I muttered as I retreated into my house. 

Plus Seventeen Months and Two Weeks

I resigned from my job today. The atmosphere there -- the furtive glances, whispered conversations and the giggling that always seemed to start up whenever I left the room -- had become so poisonous that I couldn't bear it any more. I never did find out which one of the girls talked to the detective, and the uncertainty only added to my discomfort.

I felt like I'd become a pariah, an outcast. It was time to go. The night before I'd called my parents and asked if I could come home for awhile. It was pretty tough for me to have to do that, but like Robert Frost said, "Home is where, when you go there, they have to take you in." I hoped that maybe it would be easier to build a new life in an old familiar place.

There was just one last phone call to make, a number I hadn't dialed in a long time. "Hello?" came Suzanne's voice through the receiver.

"It's me, Allison," I said hesitantly, my voice catching in my throat. "I'm leaving town, and I just wanted to talk with you one more time before I go."

"Allison, you nearly cost me my marriage," she replied sternly. "When Hank found out I knew about your affair, he was livid. It took quite awhile for him to convince Nathan that he hadn't known as well."

"I'm so sorry, Suzanne, I never meant to cause you any grief. I guess I just wasn't thinking very clearly back then. Anyway, I hope you have a beautiful, healthy baby and the three of you are very happy together. I also hope that someday maybe you'll forgive me." 

I began weeping and started to hang up the phone, but Suzanne stopped me. "Wait, Allison. I don't hate you. It's just that Hank was so upset about everything. He'd be angry with me now if he knew I was speaking with you."

"I understand," I sniffled. "I'll keep this short. But just one more thing: have you seen Nathan? How is he doing? I haven't even spoken to him since he left me; every communications since then has been through the attorneys."

"I guess you don't know, then," she replied. "Nathan's been transferred to his company's headquarters on the West Coast."

"No, I didn't know that," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "Well, I'm glad he's doing well," I said sincerely. "He deserves nothing less."

Suzanne's voice got lower. "I don't think he's doing all that well. He only took the transfer because he felt there were too many memories here in town. Hank talked to him the other day, and he said Nathan is still miserable. Hank says all he does is work; he hasn't started dating or anything. Hank's kind of worried about him."

My depression deepened. "Do you have his phone number, Suzanne? Maybe I could call him."

"No," she snapped. "If you called him, Hank would find out and he'd know where you got the number. I'm sorry, Suzanne, I just can't give it to you."

"I guess I understand," I said sadly. "Well, take care of yourself. Maybe you can send me a picture of the baby when it comes." I paused. "I'm so sorry for everything, Suzanne. I love you."

"I love you too, girlfriend," she said, and then she hesitated. "But it would be better if you didn't call again." Then she was gone.

Plus Eighteen Months 

I had packed the things I would need immediately in the car; the rest was in storage. I'd have it shipped once I was settled in my old home town. It was time to put this city and this life behind me.

As I drove toward the main highway, I had to give a rueful smile as I noticed that my route had taken me right past Jack's condo. I glanced over at his building and to my amazement I spotted his sports car stopped out front. Curiosity overcame me and I pulled over to the side of the road to see if I could catch a glimpse of him. I hadn't seen or heard from Jack since my confrontation with Nathan. At first I wanted to avoid him because he was the cause of my downfall, but lately I'd been so lonely that I'd even tried to contact him, although without success. He seemed to be avoiding me. That hurt, but I guess I could sort of understand it. I figured Jack might be afraid that Nathan would come after him in some way. Nathan wasn't that kind of person, but Jack wouldn't know that.

Then I saw Jack get out the car and walk around to the other side to open the passenger door. A woman got out, and I blinked because she looked vaguely familiar. I squinted my eyes and then jerked back in astonishment. Oh my God, it was Stephanie! That conniving little bitch!

I tried to compose myself. I'd broken it off with Jack; he was free to see whomever he pleased. For that matter, I had no quarrel with Stephanie; she'd never had an affair with Nathan. Nevertheless, the fact that they were together had set me off. 

I shook my head. It really was time for me to get out this town, to put all the mistakes and heartaches and insanity behind me. I pulled back onto the road and stepped on the gas. I didn't waste another glance back at Jack and Stephanie.