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Fatal Attractions

By: a_zx2003



My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account. 



         CHAPTER 1

Samantha nervously brushed back her hair as she waited to be called into Bob's cabin. 

At 35, Samantha did not look a year above 30. Blonde hair, blue eyes, full, round breasts and a curvaceous figure, it was hard for anyone to tell that she was married and a mother of two kids. 

Samantha regularly worked out at the gym to keep herself attractive. 

"Why am I feeling like this?" she asked herself. She had already been to the refreshing room two times since arriving to give herself a final check out. Her body was trembling in anticipation of the meeting, just as though it was her first job interview or a date.

But she knew the answer to that. It was Bob. Bob Anderson. 

She was an architect by profession and worked in a leading architect firm of the city. Some time back they she had been assigned by her company to interact with their client on a new project. Bob was her counterpart from their client's office. 

About 38 years of age, 6'2'', broad, athletic shoulders and rugged good looks, Bob had a smooth elegance and an aura of confidence about himself. 

And he found her attractive. He was always ever so charming, courteous and pleasant. And he would be always coming on to her in a discreet respectful manner. She could sense it in the glances he would throw her way every now and then. And without being blatantly obvious, she had managed to let him know that she wasn't indifferent to his attentions.

Samantha could discern another equally potent wordless communication beneath his cool and calm demeanour. 

Senses older and more primitive than the five most obvious had homed in on his interest in her. 

She shook her head as she thought about it, allowing a smile to widen her soft luscious lips. 

The secretary beckoned her to go inside. 

Samantha unconsciously smoothened her skirt as she got up. 

"Nice to see you," said Bob in his deep sensual voice as she entered his office. 

He stood up as she walked in, his eyes giving her a slow appreciative look over. 

"You look beautiful, as always," he continued. His deep brown eyes looked intently at her as he motioned her to take a seat on the couch next to his table. 

"Thanks Bob," replied Samantha with a smile on her face. 

She could feel a tingling sensation between her legs as he admiringly gazed at the dimples on her smiling cheeks. 

Samantha spread the project papers on the table between them and began explaining the designs drawn up by her. 

Bob intently listened to her, seeking out clarifications every now and then. It was a major project with numerous complications and meant a lot to both their firms. 

As Samantha leaned forward to point out some noting, she could feel his gaze lingering upon her, admiring her ripe, full breasts. 

She looked up at him from beneath her dark lashes. 

Her forward movement inadvertently popped open her top blouse button. The bra cups fell further than they should have offering him a tantalizing view of her breasts. 

"Shit, he can see my tits." 

She could have adjusted her position. 

But she didn't. 

She felt her nipples tightening under his unapologetic stare. Samantha flushed as her body began responding with a consuming desire his gaze had aroused. A warm tingling sensation began growing inside her as she felt her clit coming alive and snuck out of its hiding place. 

As she finally moved back she gave him a furtive look. 

Bob could barely conceal his emotions. 

Although his expression didn't change, he wasn't able to hide his fierce desire. 

She could smell it, she thought, as she unobtrusively adjusted her blouse. 

With their heads down, the two continued to work on their files for the next half an hour or so. "I think that's about all I can squeeze in for the day," said Samantha after glancing at her watch. 

"It's kind of getting late and I have to rush to the super market before I go home." 

"Okay, I'll analyze some of the queries you've raised and get back to you," replied Bob.

The twitching between her legs increased as her body soaked in his rich, manly voice. 

He escorted her to the door. As Samantha moved out, Bob gently touched her cheeks with his lips. 

"Goodbye." 

"I am behaving like a cheap date at a pick up bar," Samantha said to herself as she friskily made her way to the parking lot with a rueful smile on her lips. 

She was not unused to the attention of men, but the regular interactions with Bob seemed to be making her more wanton in thoughts and behaviour. Ever since she had caught Bob stealing glances down her blouse, her work had taken a secondary place in her wandering mind as she found herself increasingly fantasying about Bob and herself getting intimate on the couch. Her eyes may have been on the papers in front of her, but all she could visualise was the lips of the man sitting across her playing upon her nipples as she lay with her back on the couch, her skirt riding high and legs splayed wide open to feed his hungry eyes.

She made her way back home after making the household purchases at the market, the ongoing happenings in her personal life playing in her mind. She had never ever before experienced such feelings for sexual intimacy with another man since marrying Fred. Before meeting each other, both she and her husband had sowed their share of wild oats. But that was part of entering adulthood, a phase all young adults pass thru before they finally select their mate and settle down. But now here she was, feeling and behaving like a silly young girl all over. 

She and Fred had been married for now almost ten years .They had two wonderful kids, Jeff and Pattie, a house in one of the better suburbs and a sufficient income to plan an annual family vacation. Such foolish thoughts and behaviour was certainly not warranted or acceptable from a woman like her. Sure married men do invariably stare at a winsome beauty passing by and married women too at times steal a quick look or two at a masculine personality. But that's just harmless admiration of a person. 

But this was getting a bit too far. "Shit girl, hang on to your pantyhose," chided Samantha at herself. 

The kids were playing with Fred in their room. 

"Honey I'm home," she called out as she clicked her way to the kitchen with the groceries. 

Jeff and Pattie charged into the kitchen and wrapped themselves around her, each of them trying to outdo the other in telling her what they had been up to with their father. 

Samantha bent down and gave them both a loving, motherly hug. 

They were priceless to her. Watching her family around her never failed to bring about a warm glow on her face. 

She could not imagine achieving the perfect balance between a growing career as an architect in one of the leading firms as well as a successful homemaker without Fred by her side. 

They had married when she had just graduated university. Jeff had come along during her final Master's term. Those were the difficult years. Her husband had just started his career as an electronic engineer and like any other fresh, young recruit he was coming to grips with the requirements of his job. But Fred was always by her side, making sure she concentrated on her scores. Fred was her lucky mascot. 

As the children rushed off to watch their favourite cartoon show, Samantha felt her husband's nearness even before he kissed her cheek from behind. 

"Missed you baby," he whispered in her ear as his arms encircled her waist. 

He drew her close to himself and rubbing his semi erect cock against her ass cheeks. 

"Mm ... that feels good," he muttered. 

He moved his hands inside her blouse and began playing with her nipples.

Samantha blushed as her husband rolled his fingers over her nipples already aroused by the memory of Bob's passionate stare. 

Hell! She was horny and her husband's foreplay was heating her up. 

At the same time Samantha felt unsettled by the way her body had reacted to the very presence of Bob. 

She leaned back and rested her head against Fred's chest and closed her eyes. 

Fred moved his right hand beneath her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. He began caressing her pussy with his palm while his other hand continued to tease her nipples. 

Samantha felt her belly churn as her legs went weak. 

Her husband's fingers continued to caress her soft mound. There was just a small landing strip of hair, and her lips were soft and smooth. Fred felt the first drops of her wetness. Samantha arched her back as her husband gently pried her lips apart.

Her breathing became shallow and ragged. 

She remembered the manner her pussy had moistened and responded to Bob's desirous admiration of her boobs. 

Her husband's caressing and the events of the day were making her body shiver in heated excitement. 

"Got something for you to wear after the kids go to bed. Till then don't go into the bedroom," Fred whispered as he sucked her ear lobe. 

He removed his hands as the kids came running back with some fresh mischief in their eyes. 

Samantha just couldn't wait for the kids to call it a day! Finally, with lot of gentle but coercive persuasion, she managed to put them to bed. 

She then went straight to their bedroom. Her panties were by now a wet sodden piece of cloth. Her boobs were trying their utmost best to burst free from their enclosure. She wanted to fuck. The quicker the better. 

On the bed lay a pair of sexy panties and a bra. 

Fred had bought her a red tight stretch satin bra and a matching G - string. 

Samantha smiled. 

She took off her clothes and stepped into the new outfit. The stretch bra cups barely concealed her areolas. And the heated state in which she was, was making her nipples jut out like small pebbles. 

Samantha brushed her hair and applied a dark shade of lipstick as she gave herself a quick look over in the mirror. 

She could hear the music system playing some soft music as she sexily walked into the sitting room. 

Fred was sitting naked on the couch with a drink in his hand. His other hand was stroking his manhood. 

His semi – hard cock began to grow as he watched his wife make her way towards him. 

He rested his admiring gaze upon her ripe, succulent breasts. He began stroking himself harder when he saw the areolas peeping out. Fred turned her round to view her ass cheeks, slowly running his palm over their softness. 

His manhood grew again. He motioned her to sit on his throbbing cock. As Samantha settled herself on his lap, her wet G string pressed against her husband's cock - wetting it with her seeping juices. 

Fred took her in his arms and drew her face towards him. His lips pressed upon hers and she opened her mouth for Fred to put his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues rolled against each other. As their mating increased its tempo, Fred's withdrew his tongue from his wife's mouth and began giving gentle licks with his tongue on Samantha's cheek, then trailing down towards her breasts - kissing her neck, licking the areolas peeping out from her bra. He burrowed his face between her breasts and Samantha let out a moan of pleasure , pressing her juicy pussy on her husband's growing erection. A wave of sensation flooded her body as she felt his manly hands exploring her curves. 

Fred lifted Samantha in his arms and laid her down on the Turkish rug they had purchased from her first pay check. 

He lay on top of her and unhooked her bra and began playing his palm over his wife's firm, succulent breasts. Her ruby red nipples stood erect like a child's little finger. Fred leaned closer and kissed the tip of both the taut nipples turn by turn. Samantha moaned in delight as Fred sucked her right nipple while pulling and tweaking on the other. 

Samantha writhed in ecstasy. After an extended session of good, extended foreplay, his hand released her breasts and made its way inside her G - string. 

Samantha could no longer resist the sensuous storm roaring inside her. 

"Come on honey" she gasped and she adjusted her legs for his cock. 

Fred pulled down the sodden G string and looked down at her swollen vulva. Her pussy lips were puffy and engorged. He could see his wife's pink inner labia peeking thru, her juices seeping down to her ass crack. The room was filled with her womanly scent, the signs of her arousal.

Then, inch by inch Fred slid inside her honeywell. He lay motionless for a minute on top of her. His erection was completely embedded inside the treasure trove of his children's mother. 

In the beginning his movements were slow. Steadily he increased the momentum. Fred's cock slid in and out in a smooth frictionless movement. The slapping of his balls against her thighs was the only sound of mating to be heard in the stillness of the night.

Fred looked deeply in his wife's eyes as he positioned his left hand near her shoulder, his right palm touching her cheek gently.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

Samantha smiled as she heard those three precious words.

Fred continued to gaze at her lovely smile and sweet lips. He pressed closer and pressed his face to the right side of her neck and began giving gentle licks with his tongue.

"I love you," responded Samantha as she wrapped her arms around her husband and pulled him closer. Her eyes were closed, legs splayed apart, and feet pointing towards the ceiling. She was oblivious to everything except the joyous sensation of their union. 

Lights flashed across her vision as her husband's erect manliness again and again caressed the sensitive, inner walls of her hot love tunnel. She could feel his life force connect with hers. It was like two bodies becoming one with his erect organ playing the role of the connector, just as Mother Nature planned. 

The events of the day seemed to be again unfolding in front of her eyes.

She could feel her breasts burning under Bob's smouldering stare. Samantha hungrily clung on to her husband, even as her tightly shut eyes envisioned her lover mercilessly pounding her pussy, letting loose a wild storm of unbridled passion and lust.

Samantha thrust her hips upwards to meet Fred's incoming penis with the vision of Bob's and not her husband's face lustfully staring down on her from above. 

Her body arched upwards as her orgasm slowly took control of her body till she felt nothing but pure nirvana and a sense of complete peacefulness. 

With a final thrust Fred went still and then shot his load inside her. 

Samantha felt her husband's baby making seeds filling up her moist, welcoming womb. Fred groaned and fell upon her as she clasped his face in her hands and covered it with a flurry of passionate kisses. Or was it guilt for replacing her man with another in her ultimate moment of passion? She wasn't sure. Inexplicably, Samantha felt insecure, almost scared. She pressed closer to her husband as though she may be suddenly and eternally separated from the man who had promised to share his life and dreams with her, and to whom she had borne two lovely children as a sign of their love and respect for each other.

They lay entwined together for a long time as their ragged breathing slowly evened out and sleep took over their exhausted bodies. 

End of Part 1(to be continued)

AZZA

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Fatal Attractions Ch. 02



My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account. 

CHAPTER TWO

Samantha felt uneasy. 

As she dressed for the office in the morning, she kept thinking about the manner in which Bob was slowly but surely invading her thoughts. He was an attractive man. No doubt about that. 

From what he had told her, he was divorced and had a child from his previous marriage. The mother had gotten sole custody of the girl after the divorce settlement. He had changed his company to move out of the city and had eventually joined their client's office a few months back. 

Their initial meeting had therefore been quite formal. 

Bob was courteous - good at his work. At times, when he was deeply into explaining some finer points of the project, she would gaze at his firm jaw line, his masculine features and wonder what broke up his marriage. Or did his wife get attracted to somebody else? 

He was attracted to her. 

She could discern the primal call of a male to a female. 

Whenever he would look at her while talking she could discern another more primitive intense force working between them. 

And such thoughts invariably sent a crackle of electricity through her body. 

"What's come over me?" thought Samantha as she switched on her computer to start another day at the office. 

"I seem to be behaving like a school girl who has a crush on her teacher." She smiled and tried to concentrate on her work. 

As her fingers flitted over the button keys of her laptop, Samantha began thinking of how it would be to have Bob standing next to her in her cabin, leaning over her shoulders, explaining some point on the screen. Her body began to heat up at the erotic, sensual thoughts of his strong hands touching her body, his warm breath caressing her skin. 

Samantha leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, imagining Bob caress her neck, his fingers slowly tracing down to the hem of her skirt and then upwards over her soft skin, making her tingle all over, nipples hardening in anticipation. 

Samantha's hands moved over her firm breasts, cupping them and then pinching her erect nipples. She let out a soft gasp. I so want you to touch me, to want me, to be here, watching me. She slid her hand down across her tummy, towards her thighs, as she thought of Bob taking her by her hand to the couch.

Samantha slowly started to circle her clit, her other hand still pinching her hard nipples. Her fingers slide to her opening, spreading the wetness back to her clit. She sighed. It felt so velvety, so ready to take him, for him to have her.

She slipped a finger inside. Mm, yes, yes, that's it, mmm, fuck me. Oh yesss. Samantha slide another finger inside, deeper, deeper, thrusting, visions of Bob filling her.

Her pussy pulsed around her fingers, milking them, milking Bob. Her hips pushed upwards. Oh God, oh yes, here it comes, she felt the heat rising in her pussy, searing thru her trembling body. She could not hold back any longer. She threw her head back, her fingers slowing, though still circling her clit as waves of pleasure flowed coursed thru her whole body.

She slowly ride out the climax, relaxing, picturing Bob there, above her, having her.

In the afternoon Bob rang up. 

"Hi Sam, how's the day going?" His throaty, manly voice sweeping over her body. 

"Ah, I have some people coming over later. Did you clear up those queries?" replied Samantha. 

"Yeah sure, now let me explain you the design changes," continued Bob. 

As Bob spoke about the modifications his office wanted, Samantha couldn't stop herself from thinking what he was wearing for the day. 

Samantha spread her legs and slipped a hand underneath her skirt. In a way her morning fantasy seems to be turning into a reality, albeit over the phone. She began playing with her pussy from above her panties as she continued to hear his rich, deep voice. 

She was heating up. 

Her breathing was getting short and her panties were wet with her flowing juices. Her clit was pulsing. 

She had to finger it now. 

Samantha slouched in her chair and pushed her fingers inside and began rubbing her bud. Her right leg was on the hand rest as she felt an orgasm building up. 

"So you think you can incorporate these changes Sam?"asked Bob. 

Just then her orgasm took control of her senses. 

"Yes," Samantha somehow managed to answer. 

"Hey you okay?" Bob asked. 

"Oh God he must have heard me, "Samantha thought. 

She was immediately furious with herself. 

"It's okay Bob, just some excessive workload taking its toll." 

"You take care baby. Wouldn't want to see your beautiful face with anything else but a sweet smile." 

"Why thank you Bob. That's a very nice thing to say," gushed Samantha, her finger lazily drifting over her clit. 

"Sam, you are a beautiful woman. Your husband is one hell of a lucky guy. Wish I had met you earlier," continued Bob in his throaty masculine voice. 

"Ah ha ... you sure know how to warm gal up," purred Samantha thinking about how nice his jaw line looked in the profile. 

She felt a rush of emotions sweeping through her body. 

She threw back her head and closed her eyes as her fingers slipped inside her wet pussy again. Her breasts were heaving. She was finding it difficult to think about anything else. 

She could no longer control herself to continue the conversation. 

"Okay Bob I will let you know as soon as the changes are made. See ya." 

"Sure Sam. Have a nice day," replied Bob. 

Samantha let the receiver drop from her hands. 

With her free hand she began kneading her breasts as another orgasm shook her body. 

Samantha slowly got up and made her way to the rest room to make herself presentable. She had some more people to deal with before calling it a day. 

In the night she lay awake on her bed thinking about the chain of events taking place in her life. 

She couldn't quite understand the feelings her body was showing towards Bob. All her married life she had never had the urge to flirt with another man, let alone have an outright affair. 

She had had her share of romance and sex before she met Fred. 

And even after marriage she would be hit upon by men. Some had even felt her up at parties. But she had never had the urge to respond to those advances. She could handle that. 

Unable to sleep, she made her way to the living room. 

She sat in the dark, slowly sipping her bourbon. 

"What was in Bob that made her behave like she did?" 

Okay, he was tall, he was handsome. He was courteous and attentive in a very gentlemanly manner. He complimented her. 

Samantha had warmed up to him at their very first meeting at her office. And because of that she always looked forward to their project meetings. 

This flirting by a nice looking man had pleased her ego. They had danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and pieces as they spiralled around one another; the information growing more and more personal as their orbits began to synchronize. He was a divorced with a daughter whose custody was with his ex. She had discreetly asked for the reasons for their break up and he had given her a reply about their career paths and priorities in life taking tangent directions. 

She liked him. But that's that. The word "liked" couldn't or shouldn't be thought to mean anything more. Just an assessment of the man's overall personality. 

The next morning she woke up to find herself on the couch covered with a quilt. 

"Oh my God, I must have dozed off," she thought as she hurriedly got up. 

"Morning, honey," called out Fred . 

He entered the living room with her coffee mug looking concerned. 

"I woke up in the night and didn't see you . And the bathroom lights were off. I got worried and then I found you down here in the living room. Thought it better to cover you up rather than shake you awake. What's wrong?" 

"Oh I couldn't get to sleep. So I thought I would watch TV for a while rather than wake you up with my tossing around," Samantha tentatively replied. 

"And that glass?" asked Fred, indicating to the empty bourbon glass with his eyebrows. 

"Never seen you resorting to late night caps before." 

Samantha flushed. 

She had never lied to Fred before. How could she truthfully tell him what she had been thinking about? 

"Just the office fatigue I suppose," she replied, avoiding his gaze. 

Bob frowned and continued looking at her. 

"Sure there is nothing else bothering you?" 

"Nothing that I can't handle honey, don't start getting panicky," said Samantha. 

She sipped her coffee, her eyes looking down at the coffee mug. 

Fred shrugged, "Okay, suit yourself." 

The next couple of days were busy. Time seemed to fly. 

Meetings at the office, meeting at the school, - It was a busy schedule. She was a busy woman.

Samantha tried her very best to push away all thoughts about Bob. 

She seemed to be succeeding she thought. She wasn't getting any more of those squeamish feelings. 

Finally the modifications to the project were ready. 

Samantha gave the details a final look before she rang up Bob. 

"Hi Bob it's me Samantha. When can we meet to look at the modifications?"

"Hey girl where've ya been? Were those changes a hard nut to crack?" 

"No not that, but I checked all the sub - modules for compatibility," replied Samantha. 

"Well I am gonna be out of town for the next couple of days. Tell you what; I can squeeze in some time now for a quick look over. Or else we gotta wait till next week. Okay with you? 

Samantha looked at her watch. 

It was getting late. 

But waiting till next week was not what her company wanted. 

"Okay I'll be over." 

"Waiting for you Sam," replied Bob. 

The receptionist had already left when Samantha arrived at Bob's office.

She made her way directly to his cabin and entered to find him sitting on the couch, going through the project papers. 

She felt a churning motion beginning in her belly as she looked at his face's side profile. The evening light falling on his aquiline nose and strong jaw line was giving him a hawkish look. 

"Hi Sam, c'mon in," said Bob with a wide easy smile. 

He gave her a gentle kiss, his right hand resting at the small of her back. 

"You're looking great," he appreciatively said as his hand moved a little to now rest above her ass. 

It was a small shift of position but Samantha could feel her breath quicken as she smiled back at him. 

She sat across him and opened her papers, her skirt riding up above her knees. 

Bob didn't seem to notice as he began studying the details. He had a good grasp of the work. His queries were precise and to the point. 

So engrossed were they that she didn't notice how late it had become. 

As she continued briefing Bob she noticed him fixedly staring at her legs. 

She glanced down. 

Bob was getting a good view up her skirt. 

In the course of their animated discussion, her legs had opened up a bit. 

He could see her creamy inner thighs .The parting between her legs was giving a tantalizing view . 

Samantha could feel her body responding to the caress of his eyes. She bit her lip. 

Then she gently adjusted her position. Now her skirt had ridden up by a few inches. 

A bit more and her white panties would be discernable. 

Bob licked his lips as he continued staring at her smooth thighs. 

Her pussy was sending signals. 

Sexual sensation was slowly spreading all over body. Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her blouse. 

Bob shifted his position as he continued to talk and as unobtrusively as possible kept glancing at her display. 

She flushed at her exhibitionist behaviour. 

"I think we have finally covered everything," said Bob as he pulled back his gaze towards her face. This calls for a little celebration. I have bourbon stashed in my drawers. Let me take it out." 

"Just what we require for a short break" replied Bob with a small wink. 

Samantha smiled, warming up to him. 

He had a nice, easy going manner that went well with his tall, handsome personality. 

As he Bob bent down to rummage in his drawers he took a quick glance up her legs." 

He can see my panties from down there" thought Samantha. 

The very thought of Bob looking at her treasure trove made her wet. She wanted to rub her clit. She somehow refrained from her squeezing her thighs together. 

Bob got up and made his way back towards her. 

She could see the bulge in his trousers. 

"How was he fitted down there? Is he uncut? Does his manhood have a nice big thick cherry - red knob?" Her throat went dry as she thought about him as a man, at the same time being taken slightly aback at the illicit questions tht seemed to be swirling in her mind.

Bob sat beside her and gave her a glass. 

"So what else do you do apart from cracking complicated networking solutions?" he asked Bob with a friendly smile. 

As they continued making idle chit - chat Samantha was surprised to realize that they had quite a few activities in common. He loved to paint and so did she. They even listened to the same type of music. 

With the second glass empty Samantha was feeling relaxed and comfortable in his company. She had removed her blazer and placed it on the back of the couch during their discussions and every now and then Bob would take a glance at her protruding nipples. But she didn't seemed affronted.

As Samantha crossed her legs, her skirt slid up further. Had he been sitting across her Bob could have had a clear view of her soaked panties. 

Samantha gave wicked smile as she continued to listen to him talk about some of the recent painting exhibitions he'd been to. Bob's hand was now resting on her knees. Gently he rubbed the base of his palm as he shifted his hand above her knee. 

This sent sensuous feeling through her thigh. Her heart skipped a beat as Bob pressed his palm against her thigh, all along talking to her and looking into her blue eyes. His flirtation fired her blood with an uncivilized, wholly elemental hunger. A white hot intensity of sensation roared thru her body. 

Samantha wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the emotional upsurge convulsing through her body. But she continued talking with Bob, her cheeks burning. 

"Met anyone interesting in the city?" she asked to change the topic.

"Yeah I have." replied Bob. 

"Anyone I know?" asked Samantha with just a hint of shameful jealousy. 

"You sure do" replied back Bob, looking serious. 

"Really?" Samantha juggled her memory but could not come up with any name. 

"It's you Sam. Like I said I wish we had met earlier," Bob replied. 

It was as if a floodgate of emotions had burst open inside her. She looked dreamily into his deep brown eyes, savouring the emotions as at last they spread to every part of her demanding body. 

Her panties were a wet piece of cotton. Her pussy lips were engorged and sensitive seeking attention. 

By now Bob's hand had worked its way under her ridden up skirt. He was gently, very gently pressing his palm on to her skin as though massaging her thigh, feeling the softness of her body. He was close ... very close to her pussy. 

"We have been working together for quite some time now. How come you have never invited me over to meet your family," said Bob. 

His voice, just a whisper, was having an magnetic effect on her. 

"You have a date - with me, my husband and our kids," Samantha huskily added. 

"Great," said Bob his eyes devouring the dark shape of her areolas firmly imprinted on her blouse. His hand continued to gently explore her inner thighs. The heat of his palm was searing her thigh. For the next few moments neither of them spoke. Her juice was seeping from her panties, her womanly arousal filling up the room. 

She was feeling suddenly scared. Her body was sending signals she didn't want to acknowledge. 

"It's -- it's late now. I better leave," Samantha heard herself speak from far away. 

For a moment Bob didn't reply. 

He gently brushed away the strands of her hair falling across her face. He let his fingers trace the outlines of her cheekbone. He let them rest for a moment at the nape of her neck. 

"Okay, if you have to," he finally whispered. 

He bent forward and kissed her near the corner of her lips. Bob pressed his lips and held them there for a moment, brushing her lips with his as he withdrew. 

Samantha got up and with a quick good bye she made her way out. 

The night found her again sitting on the couch sipping a martini. Fred and the kids had already gone to sleep when she arrived home. 

She was letting things get out of her hands. Bob's overtly sexual behaviour had made it pretty clear that he was interested in having an affair. It was her own reaction to his overtures that was disturbing her. It was exciting to realize that a man other than her husband wanted to fuck her. But she was letting this game go too far. 

She smiled to herself as she remembered how Bob had felt her. 

Samantha opened her legs and began playing with herself and imagined Bob in the nude. 

He had a strong muscular body. It would be nice to press close hers close to his. Samantha let out a low moan of passion as she imagined Bob straddling her.

Her fingers quickened their circular motion over her erect clit as a warm feeling engulfed her, slowly drifting into an erotic dream. 

She could feel her body responding to the fondling of her breasts. She squirmed to allow him to get a better access to her body. He was rubbing his cock against her ass cheeks. His manhood was hard, warm, empassioned. 

"Manhood? Bob was fucking her?" Samantha opened her eyes wide. She looked round to find Fred next to her. It was the shrill ringing of the alarm bell tha had woken her up.

She had gone to sleep fingering herself. 

Fred must have come down and seen her asleep with her finger in her slit. Samantha took her husband's cock in her hand and began playing with it. 

"Aw honey, don't do that," muttered Fred, his eyes still closed. His cock was standing out. 

"What would he think if he knew what I had been upto last night?" she thought to herself. But it was getting late. She gave her husband's cock one last loving squeeze before pushing him away. 

"What made you late?" asked Fred as she made her way to the bathroom. "I woke up in the night to find you sleeping on the couch with your nightie pushed up and your finger half inside your pussy," he continued. 

"My meeting with Bob finished late and by the time I got back you were asleep, so I made a martini and fingered myself to sleep, "called back Samantha as she stepped inside the bathroom, her face turning a scarlet red with embarrassment. My God, if he knew what I had been dreaming about thought Samantha with a shudder. 

"Hey, I would like to meet this guy who sends home my wife all heated up." said Fred with a wink as she made her way back to the bedroom with her bathing gown tightly wrapped around her curvaceous body. 

"Oh, he wants to meet you. Should we have him over for dinner this Friday?" asked Samantha as she thought how close Fred was to the truth. 

"Sure honey, it would be nice to meet the guy who is keeping my gal tied up all day long and evenings too." Fred grabbed his coat and rushed out to take out his car. 

Samantha didn't get much time to think about the dinner date. She and Fred had to attend a company get together and the next day there was a birthday party at Pattie's class friend. She had to utilize every minute at her office to finish her work and then rush home for the evening schedule. It was Thursday before she could seriously think about calling Bob over for dinner. 

Samantha knew she was walking a tightrope. She had already allowed his flirtous behaviour to go too far.




Fatal Attractions Ch. 02



She had already allowed his flirtious attention to go too far. Just then the phone rang. 

"Hi Sam." It was Bob. 

For the next few minutes they talked about the project. It seemed his superiors were pleased with their work. 

"Good girl," she thought to herself. This would be an achievement of sorts for her. 

"So when are we meeting for our dinner date?" asked Bob in his manly drawl. 

For a moment Samantha didn't reply, fighting with her conscience. 

"Okay, I gotta keep my word," thought Samantha. 

"How about tomorrow evening? That okay with you?" she asked, hoping Bob would refuse. 

"That's okay. Say by eight in the evening?" 

"Sure," replied Samantha, with her palm firmly embedded against her forehead. 

"Well that's that," she thought. "Might as well go thru with it. Can't get out of it now." 

The next day Samantha took the afternoon off to prepare for the evening. She decided to prepare some Mexican dishes. Something nice and peppy. For the evening wear Samantha decided to wear a embroidered blouse and a skirt that ended near her knees. Simple, but yet catchy. 

Bob arrived on time. He bent down to kiss her, his hands resting briefly on her waist as he held her close. 

"You look lovely," he said in her ear, his right hand on her waist. 

Samantha smiled at the compliment and then introduced him to her husband. They seemed to get along feel. They talked about their office work, the ongoing football matches .Samantha listened to the men as they sipped their drinks. Fred was being the courteous host and was enjoying the get together. 

Both the men looked gorgeous in their casuals. She could feel her pussy cream a little as they continued with their light talk. After another round of drinks they finally settled down for dinner. 

Bob seated himself next to Samantha as Fred took the chair on the opposite side. 

"That's delicious. Your wife is not only a brainy girl but also a great chef. Fred you are one hell of a lucky guy," Bob, rested his left hand on Samantha's knee as he said it. 

He continued to caress her as the dinner progressed. Samantha looked towards her husband. Fred didn't seem to notice anything. 

Bob pushed up her skirt as he stroked her thighs. Samantha flushed as a warm sensation swept over her body. A couple of times Fred looked at her as though trying to reading something in the expression of her face but didn't say anything. Her skirt was now pushed up to her hips. Bob's warm roving hand was resting between her thighs, feeling the heat rise from her horny pussy. 

Then he began to gently apply pressure. 

"Oh, my God!!" she thought. "He wants me to open up my legs in front of my husband!!" 

A tight knot began forming in her stomach. Her body was sending signals she didn't want to sense. 

The situation she found herself in was making her horny. She began parting her legs. Bob placed his hand over her panties, causing a shiver. He kept it there, pressing the fabric between her pussy lips. 

Then he began to rub her pussy. Samantha sighed and rested back on her chair letting the sexuality take over her body. She sipped from her glass, her cheeks turning crimson . 

He was shamelessly paying with her in front of her husband! Now he fingered her pussy lips, trying to prise them open. 

Her breasts heaved and her body shook as she welcomed the orgasmic emotions rushing thru her body. Samantha saw her husband looking her way with a questioning look. 

"My facial expressions must be worrying him," she thought. 

Gently she indicated to her glass to show that the drinks were effecting her. Fred continued to look at her for a moment then he nodded and continued conversing with Bob. This had gone far enough. 

Samantha eased herself up as Fred and Bob made their way to the living room for a night cap. She sat at an angle so that Fred couldn't see her flushed state. Bob would look at her now and then with a knowing expression in his eyes. 

"He knows I'm in heat. He knows I have accepted his adulterous offer," thought Samantha. 

Somehow this thought seemed to further the illicit cravings of her body. 

Bob looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Wow! It's late. Thanks for the lovely evening. I enjoyed it." Samantha got up and saw him off up to the main door. As they stood alone at the foyer, Bob leaned forward and before she could react kissed her slowly on her trembling lips. 

"You smell wonderful" he whispered holding her close, kneading her buttocks with his hands. 

Samantha wanted to say something. But before she could say anything, he gave her butt a last squeeze and moved towards his car. 

End of Part 2 - To be continued

Azza

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Fatal Attractions Ch. 03



My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account. 



The next few days Samantha avoided any meeting with Bob. Every time she thought of their scandalous behaviour during the dinner left her breathing heavily. It felt nice to be lusted for. But could she dare take it further? It was Friday noon when Bob called her up. 

"Hi Sam, Sorry I didn't call up earlier. Been busy touring. Say can you and Pattie visit us tomorrow? My daughter Alice will be spending the weekend with me and I thought perhaps you two could give us some company and we could take the girls somewhere. Alice will feel better with somebody of her age group along. Hope Fred wouldn't mind." 

Samantha hesitated for a moment. "No harm in it," She thought. He just wants his daughter to have a good weekend with him. Pattie will enjoy the outing too. 

"Tomorrow afternoon will be fine with us. I am looking forward to meet your daughter. And besides it's been quite some time since somebody asked me out on a date." Samantha giggled as she said that. 

"Samantha my dear lady , you just haven't been noticing. With your mesmerizing looks you must be have all the guys in your office jacking off..." 

Samantha laughed at the compliment. "Yeah Bob, I know of at least one guy who can't keep his hands still." 

"Sam – Sam, you are a wonderful woman. I can't get my mind off of you." 

"Shush! - Down boy! See you tomorrow," Samantha smiled as she cut him off. 

"He wants to take you and Pattie out along with his daughter?" Fred looked worried as he digested this piece of information. 

"Alice is coming to visit him for the first time and he wants her stay to be as enjoyable as possible." asked Samantha. 

"Why can't he arrange it by himself?" 

"He did, and he chose me." 

"Hm, I don't know. As long as it doesn't take all day." Fred finally consented with a serious frown on his face. 

"Oh my darling, you're feeling jealous, aren't you? Don't worry, Samantha can take care of herself." She kissed her husband as she said that. 

Fred squeezed her ass but said:- "I don't know about this guy. He seems concerned about his girl but -" 

"But, what?" 

"Nothing. You girls go and have fun," mumbled Fred as he rolled over and shut his eyes. 

Samantha gave herself a final look over before stepping out. She had put on a cream colored skirt which hugged her curves. She decided to go for a simple cotton blouse. She kept the top two buttons unbuttoned to show some cleavage. Calling goodbye to Fred, she stepped out the door with her daughter as thugh fleeing a prison.

When she arrived, Bob was waiting for them at his doorstep. 

"Hi beautiful" he said , helping her out of her car. 

Bob was wearing khaki pants and a t - shirt. He looked strong and mature. She could not help but picture her husband in her mind. They were both good looking in their own way. Fred was one of those tall, dark, handsome types. His eyes had a deep, confidence look about them. A girl could just wish and stare in them and get a feeling of security, tranquillity. 

He looked appreciatively at her de collatage and then turned to greet Pattie. Just then his daughter Alice came out of the house. She had her father's looks: brown hair, brown eyes and a cheerful smile.

Samantha introduced the two girls to each other. 

"Oh Papa has told me so much about you," chirped Alice. Samantha smiled. She liked the girl. Alice and Pattie hit off well and were soon engaged in an animated talk. 

Bob put his arm around Samantha's waist as they stepped inside the living room. His manly smell and closeness was making her moist. 

"Let's have a drink before we take the girls out." said Bob gently squeezing her hip. He let his hand stay there as he handed her a glass. 

"Let's go to the water park," squealed the girls in unison. 

Samantha was having difficulty breathing. Bob continued to hold her close as the girls pranced around them. He was gently applying pressure with his hands, feeling her curves without being too obvious. 

"Okay let's get a move then," said Samantha as she disengaged herself from Bob. 

The water park was crowded. But that didn't stop the kids. They changed into their swimsuits and ran up the to the water slide. Bob and Samantha continued to watch them from a distance. It felt nice to be out in the afternoon sun. 

She warmed up to him as they chatted and joked with each other. The afternoon sun and the drinks were making her light - headed and free. 

"Hey let's join the girls," said Bob. "The weather is too good to waste time hanging around." 

"I don't know Bob. I didn't bring my suit," Samantha tentatively replied. 

"Let me see if I can arrange something," said Bob. He got up and moved towards the office. He soon came back with a big grin on his face. He handed her a red two- piece.

"Your problem is solved. I will change into my bathing trunks. Don't be long." 

"Here's your suit, said Bob as he handed her the red two – piece.

Samantha put on the two - piece and looked at herself in the mirror. The top was a size too small. Her breasts were tightly encased in them. The cloth only just managed to cover up her nipples. And the bikini was clinging to her pussy making her feel all the more hornier. 

"After seeing me in this, Bob will no longer have to look down my blouse. He'll get to see just about everything, "thought Samantha with a mischievous smile. 

She was right. Bob just couldn't take his eyes off her. As she sat sipping her drink she felt his gaze roaming all over body, longingly lingering over her nearly exposed boobs and then moving down to where the panties disappeared between her thighs. 

Bob was hairy. A thick forest of black hair spread all across his chest and shoulders. He didn't have any extra flab .Bob had kept himself in shape. Samantha could feel her body churn as she admired his bare chest body from under her eyelashes as they talked. And Bob had an erection. His erect cock was jutting out of his tight trunks. 

Bob was finding it difficult to look anywhere but at her breasts. Her taut nipples were sticking out like small pebbles. As she continued talking, Samantha parted her thighs. Her breathing was hurried. Adrenalin surged thru her body, tightening her skin. Bob licked his lips as he got an unobstructed view of her scantily covered pussy. 

"Now wasn't that just what he was looking for up my skirt in his office?" Samantha smiled to herself as she continued sipping from her glass. 

As they continued chatting, Samantha surreptiously looked at his jutting manhood. She could see it was big. Bob was also finding it difficult to maintain a civilised posture.

"Bob is well hung down there," she thought. Is he circumcised? 

Bob was staring intently between her thighs as she lightly replied to something he had said. 

"Let's join the girls" said Samantha and moved towards the water. Bob joined her as she got down next to Alice. The girls were splashing around . 

The kids pressed close to Samantha as they once again came sliding down the water slide. 

As she took a step backwards Bob's erect cock pressed against her buttock.

He didn't move, but continued to press his hardness into her. He put his arm around her waist and drew her close to himself. Samantha bit her lip to hide the low moan she let out. She could sense the heat emanating from his hand and spreading to all parts of her youthful body. 

They continued to be in that position for the next few minutes. Bob's hand was playing with the elastic band of her bikini bottom. Neither spoke. Bob continued to rub his cock against her in a slow rhythmic motion. The water was deep enough to allow Bob to playfully rub against Samantha without attracting the kid's attention to them. 

"It's getting late. We should be going, Bob," she whispered and waded out with the kids in tow. 

Samantha was silent on the trip back to Bob's place. 

She was fighting with the mix of emotions coursing thru her body. She found Bob interesting and had now allowed him to take certain liberties which she wouldn't allow to other men. It was thrilling to know that even after so many years of marriage and children, men found her attractive enough to seek illicit liaisons. She shook her head. No, she was a wife to a loving person and a mother of two kids. 

This flirtation had to have its limits. 

Samantha busied herself in Bob's kitchen. She prepared some snacks and hot cocoa for the hungry girls. She tried to keep away from Bob as much as possible. Not that she didn't trust him. It was herself she was not sure about. 

The living room was soon a big mess with the plates and sandwich crumbs strewn across the floor. 

"I'll help you clean up," said Samantha as she looked across at the leftovers. The girls had rushed back to Alice's room to play on her new playstation. 

"What led to your divorce?" Samantha couldn't stop from asking. The dishes had been washed and dried. She was giving the kitchen table a final rub with a dry cloth.

Bob sighed,"Brenda is a nice girl. But she's heavily into her career. Somewhere down the line I realized that the married life I was searching for was not going to come about between us." 

Both of them were silent for a moment. 

"What did you have in mind when you got married?" asked Samantha as she sipped her bourbon. 

Bob stared at her for a moment as he gently trailed his fingers along her cheek and then softly said."Somebody like you, Sam. You are a complete, wholesome woman. I have seen you at work and today it was nice to see the way you managed the kids, and even had the energy to prepare something for us all back home. I think Brenda would have settled for a take out." 

His voice was low as he continued to stroke her cheeks, all along looking intently at her." Samantha shivered at every contact his fingers were making. Bob's shirt was unbuttoned and she silently gazed at his hairy chest, inhaling his musk. 

Bob had put on some soft music and it was initiating a meltdown of her resistance. 

"Let's dance this," Bob said. He took her hand and helped her off the couch. 

They danced close. Samantha felt comfortable in his arms as they slowly drifted across the room. Every now and then her breasts would brush against his chest. It aroused a tingling sensation in her nipples, one that was spreading down to between her legs. 

Bob slid his left hand down from her waist and rested his palm on her bums. As they moved around, he began to rub her cheeks in slow circular motions. 

Flushy hotness was engulfing Samantha's body as they continued their erotic dance. Bob drew her close. She rested her face on his shoulder. She pressed her lips against his hairy chest. A moan inadvertently escaped her lips. Both her hands were by now around Bob's neck. They were almost motionless, only swaying to the music. 

Bob's hands were freely roaming all over her body. He cupped her breast with his hand, gently squeezing it while his other hand explored the roundness of her rear. 

Then they stood motionless. A man and a woman in close embrace. 

Bob rubbed his fingers along her neck. "You are a complete woman Sam, a complete woman." 

Their eyes locked for an instant, and then Bob bent to kiss her. 

Samantha tilted her face in mute acceptance. His lips pressed upon hers. With a hungry intensity he mashed her lips. She reciprocated the intensity by opening her mouth for his passionate invasion. 

He pried open her mouth with his tongue and began exploring her. Their tongues pressed together as Bob began squeezing both her breasts. His cock was rubbing against her belly as his right hand applied pressure on her nipples from above her blouse. Then Bob stood back and released her from his hot embrace .He looked at her with deep, sombre eyes. 

"Remove your clothes." 

"What are you saying, Bob?" 

"Sam I have never met a woman like you - complete in all respects. I want to see you - admire you in all senses." 

"But the girls!" 

"Sh. There is no noise coming from their room. They are sleeping. Baby please..." 

Slowly Samantha unbuttoned her blouse .Button by button it opened up. It hung open exposing her bra. 

"Take it off." 

She slipped it off. He was admiring her breasts, now encased in her white bra. Her breasts were heaving in response to his stare. 

She looked into his eyes and responded to an unspoken command by unzipping her skirt. It fell on the carpet. She stepped out of it. Her panties were wet. This was not lost to Bob who stared intently between her thighs. He was breathing heavily. 

Bob removed his shirt and tossed it aside. The sight of his hairy chest made her tremble. 

"Your bra," he ordered. 

Samantha sighed. Her hands went behind and she unclasped the hook. Bob stepped closer as her lovely breasts freed themselves from their captivity. They stood out, proud and pert. The nipples were taut and pointing towards him. 

He stood transfixed. His eyes took in the fullness of her breasts as they shook gently. 

Bob was mesmerized by her large reddish brown areolas. The nipples were fully erect, sending him a clear signal of the state of her emotions. He licked his lips. 

Only her panties remained. 

"Sam," he softly said, barely audible. 

"Bob. Bob, please. I think we've gone too far already," pleaded Samantha. 

Her big, blue eyes looked pleadingly into hi face. 

He continued to stare intently at her. 

Neither spoke. 

Then as if in a trance, Samantha turned to her right and began sliding down her panties. She stooped to remove them and then stood up. Slowly she turned back to face him. 

She was clean shaven. Her pussy glistened with juice and sweat. Her wet lips were engorged and the pink inner lips were protruding. Bob went down on his knees in front of her, his face close to her slit. He closed his eyes and deeply inhaled her womanly smell. 

Then he moved behind her. 

He affectionately gazed at her curvy ass. Samantha could feel her ample juices wetting her inner thighs. Samantha continued standing in only her high heels as Bob began running his hands over both her calves. She shuddered at the contact. 

"Smooth," he murmured. "Beautiful." 

His roving hands moved to her thighs, then her buttocks. He felt them, rubbed them. Then he caught them and gently pried them apart to view her brown hole. Bob placed his hand on her ass crack and began running his fingers up and down. He continued upward to feel her bare back. Again and again Bob let his hands play all over her naked back. Samantha closed her eyes and tilted her head, savouring the sensation. 

Bob stood up and came in front of her. Her eyes were still closed, her naked breasts heaving with each breath she sucked in with her partly open lips. 

Samantha heard the sound of his zip coming down. She opened her eyes wide. 

"Bob what are you -" 

"Sam it's only fair you should see me." 

His cock sprang out. Samantha stared dumbfounded at his manhood. It was big, handsome. The knob was smooth and red. And yes he was circumcised. 

After marriage this was the first time she had seen another man's cock. Bob was handsome. His semi erect cock proudly dangled in front of him. 

He took his cock in his hand and began playing with it, all along staring at her naked breasts. It began growing - thickening. 

"Look Sam. Look what your beauty is doing to me." 

She continued to gaze at his cock. It was now extremely hard and sticking out proudly at a nice angle and a bit of curve. Her thoughts went to her husband. Fred's cock was very straight, no curve at all, and cut with a well shaped knob. Bob continued to move his hand up and down his shaft which was already wet with precum. His breath was getting heavier with every stroke. Her pussy was aching for the feel of his manly hands over it. She parted her legs a bit. 

Suddenly, all the pent up lust they felt for each other exploded. Bob grabbed her, pulling her hard against him. They began kissing furiously, their tongues swirling furiously inside each other's mouth, their pelvises grinding, hands grabbing each other's ass, pulling harder against each other as their desperate, horny lust took over.

"You're so big and hard," she moaned, grinding harder.

Bob leaned over her and began covering her hot pulsating body with a flurry of kisses.

Spicy masculine cologne swirled around her. Samantha leaned forward, pressing her lips to his skin, tasting him with slow sweeps of her tongue, learning him with soft brushes of her lips. His heat, his scent, the mere feel of him was making Samantha's head spin, making her catch her breath. She dug her fingernails into his back as Bob continued to feast upon her, taking his time, savouring her textures, her flavour.

Bob got down between her legs, his balls and swollen cock hovering above her panting body and began rubbing his middle finger up and down her slit, teasing her, stroking lightly, dipping into her pussy, pulling out, playing with her, Then he added a second finger, thrusting deep then slowly pulling it out again, feeling her pussy gripping his fingers with each thrust. Samantha gasped as his stubble covered cheeks brushed against her inner thighs. He moved closer, his tongue playing on her dripping pussy, In response to his ministrations Samantha lifted her legs higher, opening her pussy, arching her back, thrusting her pussy harder against his tongue. Bob played his tongue slowly up and down her slit, going deeper with each swipe, loving the delicious juiciness of her pussy, the pungent aroma of her sex, the deep guttural sounds coming from both their mouths as he devoured her dripping pussy. He found her engorged clit. 

He shifted his position and placed his lips over it, sucking hard, causing her to jolt and shudder. Fire burned beneath her skin, wetness tickling her thighs as it trickled from her nearly spasming pussy, her moans echoing with his groans, perfectly synchronised.

A whimper tittered on her lips as Bob's strong hips push between the roundness of her thighs, forcing them open, and the thick ridge of his impressive cock pressed against her wet pussy. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as his cock stretched her with a slow burn, tight muscles protesting the girth. Lips fell open. With one last nudge of his hips he took her fully, pressing all the way to the limits of her depths.

Holding still, Samantha could feel him pulse, her body stretched tightly around him. Hot breath teased her ear, her only warning a deep manly growl before Bob pulls back and slammed forward. He rode her hard and fast, groaning in her ear with each ramming thrust, using her body as he saw fit, taking his pleasure and giving her more in return. 

Samantha felt his hips move faster, and he seemed swell even more, challenging the limits of her pussy, pushing through the too tight pleasure ravaged muscles of her pussy. 

She felt herself coming apart as her orgasm took hold of her body, so deep in intensity that no sound passed her lips. Her eyes had tears in them.

Bob exploded in a huge, mind blowing orgasm, his sperm gushing into her, his thrusting harder and faster as spurt after spurt of hot cum poured into her like lava from a volcano. Bob kept his cock in her tight pussy as though Samantha had milked every ounce from him. Finally, he collapsed on her, still writhing in the aftershocks of his huge mind-blowing orgasm, his limp body laying heavily, her tits crushed against his chest, his head on her shoulder, unable to breath, his deflated cock pressed against their wetness, the aroma of our sex filling the room.

After a few moments, she began running her fingers through her hair. They were both completely spent. 

"Mama ...mama are you there?" Patties voice rang out from the upstairs bedroom. 




Fatal Attractions Ch. 03



Samantha froze. Hurriedly she got up, picked up her strewn clothes and rushed to the bathroom as Bob hurriedly put on his trouser and shirt. 

"Your mother is freshening up Pattie," Bob called to her and went up the stairs to stop her from coming down. 

"Pick up your bag from Alice's room ," he added. 

Samantha nervously cleaned the semen with her panties and stuffed them inside her purse. Then she cleaned herself and dressed. 

End of Part 3(To be continued)

Dear Readers – Please do not forget to vote.

Azza 

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Fatal Attractions Ch. 04



My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account

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"Oh my God! what have I done?" she thought as she swung into their driveway. She hadn't intend to take it this far but here she was, returning to her husband with her lover's semen seeping out of her body. Worst, she had her daughter with her when she finally surrendered to her lover's charms. Her stomach churned. In a sense she had used her daughter to cheat on her father. "I'm a rel bitch," she hissed to herself between her teeth.

Fred was asleep and she was thankful for that. He would have definitely seen the freshly fucked look on her face. Samantha put Pattie to bed besides her brother and took a quick shower. 

Her body was glowing with the fucking it had got. She looked in the mirror. Red marks were lining her breasts. Bob's bite marks were there for anyone who cared to look. Her inner thighs bore red scratch marks around her pussy...the leftovers of the passionate foreplay she had indulged in with Bob. 

Samantha removed her bathrobe and quietly she slipped in the bed besides the naked sleeping form of her husband and shut her eyes. 

Samantha woke up to the feel of her husband's gentle and warm kisses on her neck. Oh God how she loved that!! 

Fred had snuggled up to her. She was turned away from him but he had pressed his body with hers. Fred continued nibbling her ear lobes...pressing his growing cock into her buttocks. 

"Honey you took so long...I feel asleep playing with my little thingy and thinking about you." 

Samantha flushed. 

Fred grabbed her swollen breasts from behind and began to lovingly squeeze them." Baby, oh baby, don't leave me alone for so long," murmured Fred. 

Her eyes closed, feeling his lips brush across her stomach. So soft. So warm. Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him gently to her, anticipating where his mouth was moving to next.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look down at him. The top of his head. A glimpse of his warm brown eyes. A hint of a smile across his lips as he showered her body with kisses. She closed her eyes and felt herself lose to the sensations. She flushed with embarrassment as she remembered how just a few hours ago her lover had positioned himself on top of her body and made love to her.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look at her husband, revelling in the sensation of his warm mouth as his lips travelled further down her body. She liked the new lines fanning out from his eyes when he smiled at her. Suddenly she blinked as images of the evening past once again flashed across her eyes.

Fred kissed his way back up her body, flicking his tongue across her nipple before making his way to her neck. Samantha sighed as her husband pressed his lips to the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. She shifted slightly and pressed her legs together, feeling herself get wetter as his teeth grazed her tender skin. She wanted to cry out... to beg him to forgive her for the sin she had committed. She desperately embraced her husband in an act of atonement.

They kissed tenderly. Lips to lips. Barely brushing against each other, parting lips, gently sucking at her bottom lip. The tip of his tongue tracing her lips, then parting them slightly. She felt herself melting into his kiss as their tongues entwined and began the slow dance that would lead to their bodies doing the same dance.

Fred slid on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. She sighed in contentment. His hands moved from her shoulders, stroking the length of her arms, finding her wrists. His fingers wrapped around both wrists and simultaneously lifted her hands above her head, pressing them to the bed. 

Samantha parted her legs to welcome her husband. Her hips rolled up towards him and her legs wrapped around him. He was hard and waiting to slip inside. She was wet and eager. And as she rolled her hips up to meet him, the head of his cock made contact with her velvety soft pussy lips. He closed his eyes tightly for a second and took a deep breath. She arched her back and took the first inch or so of the head of his hard cock inside of her. She wanted more and tried to thrust against him. He wanted to plunge the full length as hard and deep as he could thrust it. But instead, he just softly began to thrust against her. Just an inch. Just enough to make her tremble beneath his touch.

"Please," she whispered through ragged breaths. "Please make love to me," she barely whispered, not wanting to sound vulgar but needing him inside.

A smile played across his lips. She looked up at her husband, desperately pleading with those soulful blue eyes, the eyes that looked inside his heart and tugged his soul from its safe depths out into the open. Eyes locked, he felt her melting into him, and it was more than he could stand to not be part of her. 

"My baby," he whispered, never breaking the gaze. "My baby," he whispered a little louder, this time pushing slowly into her. His lips moved to her lips, not quite kissing, more just brushing against hers as the head of his cock sank as deep inside of her as he could push. With an intentional hard thrust, he pushed at her with his hips and slid all the way up inside her. 

She gaped uncontrollably. He was the absolute perfect size. She could feel every single inch as he moved. Her ankles locked behind his back and she arched her back to take as much of him inside as possible. The rhythm of their bodies moving together began to build. He could feel her wrapped around him. He could feel her moving, thrusting, quivering, and every movement sent dangerous waves of pleasure through his body. Her eyes closed and he could see her losing herself in the pleasure. Then she would force them open again, quickly making eye contact again, gazing deep into his eyes as though seeking some kind of reassurance. He thrust, harder and deeper. Hearing her cry out gave him a thrill and made him want to do it again, harder and deeper. So he did. Again and again, as hard and deep as he could force himself into her, wanting to make her cum hard. And he did. But as he heard her moaning grow louder, the desperate scream of pleasure forming in her throat, he knew he wasn't just pushing her over the edge. He was falling over the edge himself and it was exactly where he wanted to be. He felt her body convulsing. Her muscles contracting around his cock as it started to throb, juices flowing down the length of his shaft, dripping onto his balls as he felt them tighten. She buried her face in his shoulder. Her mouth moved against his bare skin, softly biting trying to keep from screaming. He dipped his head to hers, catching her lips with his, pulling her face back up to his.

"Open your eyes," he demanded wanting her there with him. "Look at me." So she did.

"Always love me," she begged softly. "Don't ever stop." She was still cumming. He could feel the twitching. And his own climax swept through his body as she whimpered, her lips still touching his. 

They clung to each other desperately. She wrapped her legs back around his waist and pulled him close, loving the feeling of his body shuddering and spasming on top of her, thrusting those last few thrusts, then collapsing against her, burying his face in her neck. She looked down at the top of his head and placed a kiss there, still feeling the pulsing of her lips around his softening cock.

Exhausted they lay entwined for a long time till sleep took hold of them. 

Samantha woke to find herself alone. She had overslept. Fred had sent the kids to school and left for the office. Her skirt, blouse and panties had all been put in the washing machine along with the kid's clothing. The note on the kitchen table said that he had also prepared a light breakfast for her. 

She smiled. It was just like her Fred, always the caring husband. 

Then the guilt hit her. 

Her pussy was sore but she was feeling sexy all over. In a span of twelve hours she had been fucked by two different men. 

Samantha lay in the bath tub silently. Every part of her body was still caressed by a purring, lazily feminine satisfaction.

HER LOVER! Was it that?? 

She had been fucked by another man. True she had been flirting with Bob -giving him the come on signals. But now she had crossed the limit between flirting and affair. Where would it lead to, did she have any idea?

This question continued to nag her next couple of days. She avoided all calls from Bob. She instructed her staff to take up all calls from his office so that the project work wouldn't stall. 

She had to face it. She remembered admiring his full grown cock with its lovely curve, caressing it, feeling it throb in her hands. She trembled. It was the first time after marriage that she had taken another man's cock in her hand and played with it. 

Bob was great, a nice person, a pity his wife didn't know what she had ignored and lost. 

AND HE HAD FUCKED HER. 

And he had fucked her because she had consented. 

AND SHE HAD ENJOYED IT. 

Samantha 's stomach churned as she thought the manner in which he had coaxed her to strip tease for him. She reddened as she remembered the way her pulsing pussy had invited his cock inside her. 

"Why Goddammit! Why?" 

Late in the night she lay in her bed wide awake. Another of those nights when she couldn't go to sleep. 

Her hand clasped her husband's cock as he lay fast asleep besides her. She had just sucked him off and wiped him clean. Fred had been serious for the past few days. He said it was the new loan he was working upon for their new four room house. Fred had transferred some money from her account for building up the down payment. He had taken her credit card from her purse the very next morning when she had overslept after the double fucking ... her very first overnight copulation with two men. She had to speak to Bob she decided. The earlier the better. 

The next day she rang up Bob. His secretary informed her he wouldn't be back until evening. 

"Damn!" Okay tell him I will be over in the evening." 

Samantha made sure that all her appointments were completed well before her meeting. She had to meet him. 

He greeted her with a warm hug, squeezing her boobs to his chest before she could say anything. He bent down to kiss her on her lips. Samantha turned her face so that he was only able to brush the side of her lips with his mouth. 

"Sam, where have you been all this time? I've been trying to reach you but never seem to connect." 

"Bob we gotta talk ...about what happened between us." 

Bob sat next to her and gently caressed her face. Samantha's body stiffened as she tried to continue. But Bob cut her off. 

"I know what's on your mind. You're married and perhaps somewhere inside your heart there is doubt about us." His voice was soft and soothing. He handed her a drink. 

"Alice left this package for you," said Bob 

Samantha opened it. Inside was a heart shaped "Thank you" card addressed to her and Pattie. And a box of chocolates for Pattie. 

"Oh, how very sweet of her. She's a lovely girl." Samantha was taken off guard by the gift. She hadn't come prepared for anything like this. 

"Thanks, Sam." 

"For what, Bob?" 

"For making my daughter's stay with me a memorable moment for her." 

"No Bob. You don't have to thank me for anything. I did what I thought was best." 

"And Bob, as far as memorable moments go, I think I let my emotions get the better of me." 

"No, Sam. No. You, we just followed our heart's desire. You are a wonder of a woman. I have been always been attracted to you. But I never really got around to expressing my feelings. Until the other evening." 

"And baby, somewhere deep down in your soft heart you care for me. Maybe more than care. No, I don't want you to say anything. I just know it," said Bob as his hand gently rubbed her knee. 

Samantha squirmed in her seat. 

She remembered his foreplay during the dinner. She had been attracted to him and had been flirting with him. He had correctly read the signals and pursued them to their logical culmination. 

But she hadn't planned to end the evening that way. 

And yes, she had to admit, somewhere deep down she still held a soft corner of her heart for him. 

They remained silent. Bob refilled her glass and put it in her hand. 

"Bob what I did was indecent of me. I don't blame you for what happened between us." 

"My love, you did nothing that was not normal. You are a woman of substance. Being married doesn't mean that you are caged in a lonely existence, oblivious to the effect your charming personality has on those around you." 

"There was love, there was caring and there was a lot of affection in the manner we made love. There was no sluttiness Sam, none at all. Don't ever hold that guilt inside you. You did not betray your marriage commitments. They stand true, even now." 

"And Sam," continued Bob as his hand massaged her thighs, pushing up her skirt, "had you been available; I think I would have stood a chance of winning your hand. I'm not wrong am I?" Bob asked. His roving hand had reached her womanhood. Gently he began to press her pussy from above her panties. 

Samantha pursed her lips. She knew that a lot of what he was saying made sense. She had had sex with him because she wanted him to fuck her. No she had not had sex. That would be incorrect. She had made love to him. Made love only as a woman can do when she likes a man. 

She was married. 

And she was also in love with Bob. 

Perhaps her body had recognized this all along. Perhaps that was why she never felt affronted by his advances. Instead she had let him on as though in a mute acceptance of what her body and soul had already acknowledged. 

Samantha leaned back and closed her eyes. She sighed. 

She had come here to talk things over with Bob and clarify her stand. But now this meeting had forced her to accept what had been subconsciously going inside her, tearing her apart. 

Bob continued to play with her pussy. He gently pushed her legs apart with his hand. He could feel her heat emanating from her pussy. The drinks and Bob's foreplay were now taking control of her senses. 

Samantha felt her resolve weaken as she sensed her body once again succumbing to his desires. Images of their sexual liaison began playing in her mind as Bob slid his fingers inside her pussy. Bob aggressively rotated his fingers. His cock was throbbing. He knew what to do. 

He slid down the couch and pulled Samantha's panties down. She didn't say anything. He began teasing her clit ...kissing it...licking it. His hands began playing with her breasts. 

Bob unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Her bra soon joined her blouse. Bob began pressing his cock on her erect nipples. Samantha moaned. Bob pressed her face forward. She opened her eyes to see his magnificent, swollen manhood fully erect. 

Samantha took his cock in her trembling hands and began stroking it. His cock increased in length. She began kissing the knob...then the shaft. Bob pushed her face towards his cock and Samantha opened her lips. He pushed his cock. Samantha clamped her mouth upon his manhood and started playing with her mouth. Bob closed his eyes and savoured the sensation shooting through his cock. Then he took it just when he thought he was gonna climax. His cock stood erect at its fullest length glistening in Samantha's saliva. 

"Turn around." 

Without a word Samantha got on her knees, her tummy pressed upon the cushion. 

Bob bunched up her skirt around her waist and slid his cock inside her engorged pussy. 

Samantha wailed as her lover began fucking her. He firmly gripped her hips and his pumping took on a fast rhythmic tempo. His cock hammered inside her pussy, firing up her blood with an uncivilized, wholly elemental hunger. 

Bob's buttocks tightened and he rammed her ass into his cock as stream of semen shot out. 

The two lay exhausted on the carpet. Bob continued stroking her breasts, whispering provocative words against her hot skin, his breath as hot as the look in his eyes.

"Baby, I wish you were the mother of my Alice. You are hot, you are sexy." 

Samantha lay silently in his arms. Then she picked herself up and moved towards his bathroom without a word. *********************************************************** The light was on in Fred's study when she entered her house. He was working on his computer, grimly looking at the figures flashing on the screen. She stood silently and looked at his back profile. 

Samantha was afraid to say anything lest her voice gave away her unfaithfulness. Somehow she couldn't make herself go close to her husband. However well she may have cleaned herself up, she was sure Fred could discern the after effects of her copulation with Bob. Her legs stayed put at the doorway, her lover's semen soiling her panties. 

"Bob keeping you busy," asked Fred without turning around. 

"Yes, it's been a long day," Samantha replied in a low, tired tone. 

"Got some hot coffee waiting for you in the kitchen. Go freshen up." 

Samantha made her way to their bedroom. 

The next morning she avoided Fred as much as possible. She left early for office with some excuse of paper overload. 

Samantha stood at her office window, indifferently gazing at the morning traffic. 

She was having an affair. 

What if this became something more than an affair to reminiscent about in later years? Would she take the call? That would deprive Pattie of the loving care of her father. And worse, it would make Fred a weekend father of sorts, watching Bob acting like his children's father for the rest of his life. She shuddered at that thought. She would be hurting the two most precious things in her life.

What if Fred were to find out himself? She paled at the thought.

Last evening she thought she would be able to bring back their relationship to its proper level. She had planned to lay bare her thoughts and fears before her lover. But Bob had released another woman in her, a wild, sexually hungry woman. It was as though a hitherto hidden personality inside her had been brought out in the open.

"Where do I go from here?" Samantha helplessly thought. This man spelled danger, a sexual power that lured her on, enmeshing her in his primeval magnetism. 

With a bowed head she immersed herself in her work, trying her utmost best to avoid thinking about her messed up personal life. 

The ringing of her intercom jarred her back to reality. It was Simon, her boss. 

"Congratulations Samantha. Our client is unveiling the new network project tomorrow at their regional office. I want you to be there at the opening ceremony on our behalf. Grab the morning flight." 

Samantha slowly replaced the speaker. She was tired. Exhausted. 

She shut the bedtime story book and looked at the kids .They were fast asleep. She touched their cheeks and kissed them. She continued to look at them for some more time then slowly made her way back to their bedroom. 

Fred was reading a magazine in the bed. 

"What time is your flight?" 

"Six in the morning," she replied. 

"How long will Bob's convention last?" 

"Should be back the next day. By evening." 

"Great. Gonna miss you baby," said Fred drawing her close as he switched off the reading lamp. 

She snuggled close to him. He kissed her on her forehead. 

"You are my baby love. I will always love you. No matter what." 

"No matter what? What does he mean," thought Samantha. But she was emotionally exhausted. She closed her eyes and pressed her face close to him. 

Samantha checked into the hotel. The reservations had been made by Bob's company. She threw her purse on the bed and lit a cigarette. 

Samantha stubbed out her third cigarette in a row and walked over to the mirror. She looked carefully at her image. 




Fatal Attractions Ch. 04



Yes, she looked beautiful. Slowly she undressed herself till she was fully naked. Her breasts firmly stood out. She looked at the reflection of the red rashes across her breasts. Some were made by her husband, and the others by her lover. She thought she saw something pass behind her eyes but she wasn't sure what it was - Pain, sadness, wistfulness? she wasn't sure.

"You gotta do something. Something fast," she thought to herself. 

The room bell chirped. 

Samantha covered herself with a towel and opened the door and put her head out. Bob Anderson. Looking handsome as usual. 

"Give me a moment to get decent," stammered Samantha and began closing the door. She intended to use this conference as an opportunity to have a free and frank discussion with Bob about where their relationship was going, but not in the condition she was in and definitely not in her room. She fully realised that where Bob was concerned, she was never fully in control of her senses.

Bob quickly stepped inside. 

"Got here last night. The reception told me you just checked in," said Bob. 

"Wait, Bob, please, you've got it all wrong," she pleaded. Just having him staring at her in her semi nude form was making her feel funny all over. 

"Oh, really," he asked in his deep, charismatic voice, "Then how did you mean it?"

Samantha stood trembling as her lover began running his fingers lazily on her cheek, admiring her beauty. 

"Mademoiselle, you're a very attractive woman," whispered Bob.

He was close to her. Her heartbeat began beating rapidly as she inhaled his musky masculinity. He smelled so wonderful. She could feel her body instantaneously responding to the aphrodisiac. And that after shave, she remembered, it was the same one he had put on when they had driven down by the river side some weeks back. It had been so quiet and peaceful, just the two of them by the quietly flowing river. He had undressed her tenderly, then they had joyously copulated, shrouded from prying eyes by their sylvan surroundings. 

Samantha raised her head and looked at him, there were tears in her eyes, and it was plain to see that she was clearly embarrassed. Her face had begun to turn bright red. "Bob, you're the most handsome, not to mention the most dynamic man that I've ever met. But, tell me honestly, is there really any future for us at all? I have children to think about, and their lovely father and my husband," she whispered. 

As opposed to becoming angry with her, Bob simply placed his arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. Samantha wrapped her arms round his neck. He drew her close and nuzzled her neck, lifting her chin with his nose. When it was sufficiently raised, he turned his head and kissed her sensuously. As his lips touched her lips, Samantha felt a warm flush radiating from the top of her vagina up past her navel and also down her legs. It felt nice. Very nice.

"This moment is ours, Sam. We will talk about all that is bothering you, I promise you. But for now, just be with me."

Her mind was beseeching her to open out her heart to her tempestuous lover, to tell him of her desires, her fears. But she found herself fighting a losing battle with herself. The smouldering fire of lust and desire was threatening to engulf her. She could sense her arousal to the feel of his strong chest against her soft, curvaceous form.

Her towel dropped around her legs. Bob put both hands in the small of her back and sensuous became passionate. They kissed again. Tongues wrestled and arms groped while passions soared. 

She found herself lying on her back with her legs spread wide open. He was on his knees besides her feet and admiring her. 

Bob began kissing her toes, moving upwards ever so slowly, sensuously. He began playing his tongue on her inner thighs. She moaned as she felt his caress move upwards towards her womanly treasure. He was there, almost there. She moved her body unconsciously, pushing her intimate zone within reach of her lovers teasing caress. 

Suddenly she froze, and let out a low moan. Her lover was there. He was sampling the delights she had to offer him. Bob's teasing began to circle the area where her tiny pleasure button hid behind the slight fold of flesh. She felt her labia go warm to his touch. Bob's teasing tongue slithered up and down, darting in and out, his hands beneath her buttocks, pressing them, kneading them. Then he began rubbing his moustache over her wet lips. Samantha was perspiring profusely. She grabbed her lovers head and pressed it on her engorged pussy lips, enjoying the ecstasy building up inside her hot body. 

The formation of moistures began with his first touch of her nipples. She could feel the warmth inside her carnal trench as the moistures built up inside it. Samantha watched her lover adjust his positioning above her thru half closed eyes. His manhood was now close to her treasure trove. Gently he pushed his manhood inside till it was deep inside right upto its hilt. The soft, wet walls of her pink cavity wrapped around his demanding manhood. Bob increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Samantha could feel the insides of her flexible partition follow the contours of his hard manliness. Her clit throbbed and her nipples formed stiff peaks as Bob continued to rhythmitically slid in and out. The erotic sensation of lust pulsed thru her veins. Her body began to loosen and she felt as though her legs had widened even more. 

The powerful feeling inside her body was now at the point of no return. Her breathing began to deepen even as her skin broke out in beads of perspiration. Release was inevitable. She felt the contractions deep inside her pussy. Her breasts became even more firm, Her body stiffened as her head fell back into her pillow. A low moan escaped her lips as her orgasm consumed her. Then her body went limp.

Bob thrust in deeply and grunted out his own climax. Then they both lay absolutely still moving only enough to catch their breath.

The meeting was starting in the morning. But she was supposed to make it for the evening dinner. Bob excused himself from the morning session. 

With her feminine ministrations, his manhood once again whipped straight up, slapping off his stomach above his belly button. 

Samantha gasped as she continued to play with it. Bob ran his hands through her hair.

He then straddled her. Lifting her legs up over his shoulders, he slowly sunk his cock into her tight, wet, waiting snatch. He started fucking her with slow, languid strokes, gradually picking up the pace. As he did, her moans got louder, and she came quickly, her juices spurting out of her pussy. She had never been hornier in her life.

The two then changed positions. Bob lay on his back and Samantha lowered herself onto his column. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy as she slowly impaled herself on him. He played with her tits as she first rocked back and forth, then up and down. She screamed his name and her tits and hair bounced as she rode him. Arching her back and looking skyward, she felt every inch of his manhood. Her moaning reached ear-piercing levels, her sounds of pleasure bouncing off the silent walls of the hotel room. 

With a final upward thrust, Bob came hard and shot his load. By now Samantha's entire body had turned a bright pink, her skin flush from the tremendous fucking she had received. Losing herself in the moment, she began rubbing Bob's hot essence all over her.

By midday they lay exhausted on the bed, totally exhausted and drained out. Her body bore scratches and bites all over. 

Her cell rang. 

Samantha got up with a start and looked at the number. 

It was Fred. 

He sounded happy. 

"Honey, it's thru." 

"Thru?" she was confused. 

"Baby, the loan has been okayed. In six months time we will be moving into our new house. The repayment has been spread over many comfortable instalments. Sorry to disturb you. But I couldn't wait for you to return." 

"Great sweetheart," she softly murmured. "Great." She almost choked as she said those last words. She switched off the mobile in alarm. 

Tears flowed from her eyes. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed. 

Yes, she remembered .She remembered Fred saying that he had taken out her debit card from her purse the morning after she had been fucked by her lover for the first time. He had to make some fund transfers. She had slept that morning in a sexually satisfied state while her husband had dutifully placed all her dirty clothes in the washing machine. 

"AND HE HAD TAKEN OUT HER CUM SODDEN PANTIES FROM HER PURSE AND PLACED IT IN THE MACHINE!" 

"OH MY GOD! HE KNOWS I AM FUCKING AROUND! HE KNOWS I AM HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH BOB!" 

"AND HE KNOWS I AM WITH HIM NOW!" 

No wonder there was a change in him. But he had not confronted her. That evening when he had been working on the computer, he knew where she had been. 

He knew she had just returned from her lovers embrace. And that's why that odd line about him loving her always. 

Her husband was waiting for her to make her decision. 

HOW VERY MATURE OF HIM! 

She let out a moan, in pain and sorrow. 

Fred was planning for their anticipated future together. And she, she... 

The time had come. 

In the ten odd years of her married life, she had strived hard to be the ultimate homemaker, a loving wife and a successful professional. What had Bob to offer her? Perhaps, some more erotic copulation? Perhaps she did like him. She had been attracted to him like a moth to a fire. But that was not enough to throw away all that she cherished. She was married and such emotions could play the very devil in her life. 

If she surrendered to this rash, ill judged hunger, Bob would take whatever she was willing to give. Sexual attraction was a wild card, ungovernable. Bob had seduced her, a married woman and a mother of two children. At the same time her husband had been working his ass off to provide them an even better living. No doubt that didn't leave him with much time for spending some time romancing her up. A girl does like to be felt wanted, admired. Bob had done just that. He had not wasted any time in stepping into her husband's shoes.

Her decision was made. 

She turned around and looked silently at Bob who was holding their freshly filled glasses of wine. Suddenly, that spark, that something special seemed to have evaporated. All she saw was a naked man who had got lucky with her, his semi hard manhood shining with her slutty juices being the mute witness.

She got up. 

"I have to go, now." 

"Wha, what's the matter? The kids, are they okay?" 

"No Bob," Samantha firmly replied. "Everything's okay now, everything." 

Samantha gave herself a one last look over in the bathroom mirror. 

Her body looked completely clean. She had cleaned up her pussy too. There were no traces of her lover's semen on her body. She didn't want that, never ever. 

The love marks were still there. She took a deep breath. Well, she would have to do some explaining of her shortcomings. 

She gave a satisfied nod. 

Then she picked up her cell and called Fred. 

"Fred, I am coming home, NOW," she replied in a firm tone, tears rolling down her cheek. 

"I will be at the airport, love. I'll be there wherever you need me," Fred quickly replied. 

During the flight back home she found herself to be surprisingly calm and at peace with herself. She remembered Yvonne from her college days. During one of their classes, the topic had somehow got around to what the term "cheating" could means in the modern era society. With fire in her eyes, she had taken on the entire class with her retrograde ideas about cheating and the 'evil' it did. She remembered thinking she was either a religious freak, coming from another 'planet' or she was pulling their collective legs. 

Nobody could be so adamant in his or her opinions. Yvonne asserted that today's society was in such dire peril because nobody cared about the effect of cheating anymore. In her postulation she was saying that cheating, whatever the form was insidious and destroyed respect and trust more effectively than a physical assault. 

Samantha inhaled deeply as she unbuckled her seat belt. If only she had not listened so avidly to the whispering of her lips.

Her journey was over. She knew Fred. He wouldn't ask her anything. It was her call.

But could she carry this guilt inside her forever?

Somebody had said somewhere that a woman is the full circle. Within her is the power to create, nurture and transform.

Sigh. How right that was.

No, someday she would open up. But for now, her priorities were set. She had to reclaim her family; she had to pull them back from the brink of catastrophe she had so selfishly pushed them to.

She had a new beginning to make. 

The End

AZZA