Chapter 1: The Perfect Bait

People are always asking me where I meet guys, especially the married ones. Well, believe it or not, in my experience the best place to find married men looking to cheat is also one of my favorite ones - church. Bars and clubs are filled with people trying to impress and show off. Church brings out the best - and the worst, in people. While everyone tries their best to act pious and godly, it also demonstrates just how hypocritical so many people really are. Still, rather than fret over it why not take advantage of the situation?

Even as a young girl I noticed men looking at me “that way” when I was at church. Every girl knows what I mean when I say “that way”; it’s that look that tells you he interested in you in ways he shouldn’t be - or least ways society says he shouldn’t. It didn’t help them my mom loved to dress me in little skirts and frilly dresses that showed off my skinny legs and often my cotton panties.

As I got older, the skirts and dresses became more sophisticated, but the results were the same. Even a pair of tight jeans during a youth activity was more than enough to catch the eye of many of the dads. Of course I enjoyed the attention of the boys more my age but there was always something special about having their fathers look at me hungrily that turned me on even more.

One of the dads I’d had my eye on for the last several years was Stewart. I think he was in his early thirties, married with three kids. The oldest was Duane who was 14 and in the youth group I helped out on Wednesday nights. The other kids, both daughters, were several years younger so I didn’t see them nearly as much as Duane. He was a cute kid and I often thought might be a good match for my cousin Tammy, even if he was younger and considerably less mature. To be sure I had a few harmless fantasies about him now and then but I would never consider doing anything for real with such a young boy. After all, it’s not like I’m sixteen anymore you know.

It wasn’t Duane that I was really interested in - it was Stewart. Pardon my cynicism but he was the perfect example of the typical church elder. While at church he would walk around and greet people using all the standard Christian jargon and buzz words. From what I heard from my parents, he ran his local landscaping business completely different. He had a reputation for being indifferent to the customs and needs of his mostly ethnic employees and he seems to always be trying to squeeze another dime from his customers.

Stewart was not only a hypocrite when it came to business ethics, he also had an eye for the young girls. Many times during youth group I catch see him staring at the teenage girls and it wasn’t just to monitor what they were doing. Trust me, when you’re a girl you learn quickly the difference between a man looking at you and a man looking AT you. There’s a cold hunger in such a man’s eyes, a thirsty lust that he can’t totally hide. Stewart had those eyes - in spades.

What made me interested in him though wasn’t his voyeurism regarding the teenage girls. Even when his wife was with him, who was beautiful by the way, he would look at my boobs first when he greeted me. My cousin Kristen use to joke with me that he doubted if Stewart knew what her hair color was. Even my mom claimed to have been the recipient of his mental undressing.

Whether Stewart’s wife knew about it was unclear to me. She certainly didn’t appear to notice and if she did, she certainly didn’t do anything to reign him in or otherwise keep him under control. To be fair, so far as I knew all he did was look so maybe she was one of those wives who felt that her husband could window shop so long as he didn’t buy the merchandise. It wasn’t like she was shy to show herself off to all the guys at church, that’s for sure! My mother use to shake her head and grumble something about she thought Stewart’s wife still thought she was a cheerleader in high school.

Over the past few years I’d flirted with Stewart a few times. Then again, I flirted with just about all the dads at one time or another. Most just did heir best to ignore me but I never had one come right out and tell me to stop. It was nothing special or forced, just the typical stuff like “accidentally” rubbing against him, “forgetting” to button my blouse as high as most people would say I should, that sort of innocent playing around. Stewart never rejected me but while he took advantage of whatever I had to show him, he never asked for anything more either. In the end, I filed him under the category of “peeping tom” and assumed he would never be available for anything more than a bit of voyeurism.