Chapter 1

MARSHA

My name is Marsha DiMarco. I’m the 42 year old wife of Timothy DiMarco, the Executive VP of one of the largest Marketing firms in the country. We have been married for 24 years and have two great children, Tim, Jr., serving the country in the Air Force and Jake, a senior at Oklahoma State. I have a gentle, loving husband, drive the latest and fanciest cars, have a house that looks like it’s from Good Housekeeping magazine, good friends, and the money to be comfortable. I don’t have to work but I want too so I’m a certified paralegal for a local law firm.

I’m sitting here, looking out my bedroom window contemplating the best way to end my wonderful marriage. I have been unfaithful and now I am going to pay the price for my betrayal of everything I held dear. I allowed the devil into my life. As I sit here, the tears keep running down my face as I rub my belly. A belly that will be swelling with another man’s child in a few months. I suspected two days ago that I was pregnant but was praying I wasn’t when the time for my period came and went, I felt certain but when I awoke this morning and literally ran to the bathroom to throw up, all doubt was gone. My hopes for a reprieve were dashed. I guess my next step is to buy an EPT and make a OB/GYN appointment. If my calculations are correct, I should be about 7 weeks along. That’s the first time I gave myself to another and betrayed my husband, my children, myself, and everything I loved. Well, almost everything, I thought I was in love with Robert ... Robert Foley, the devil, but in fact I was in lust, not love.

Robert worked in the same building as me for a different firm.

We met about four months ago as we were in line at Starbucks getting coffee. He struck up a conversation with me, saying he had noticed me around the building. I turned to him and saw the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen attached to a very handsome man. I can’t recall what I said to him because it just came out jibberish. I felt like a teenage girl approached by the star quarterback for a date. Believe me, I don’t consider myself a stunner although I clean up nicely and am reasonably attractive. I still have my 25 year old body. Gravity has not got the best of my breasts yet although they are showing a little age. I have blonde hair and green eyes. I keep my nails both fingers and toes immaculate because I love wearing both finger and foot jewelry along with sexy sandals. My efforts drive Tim crazy who has always had a bit of a foot fetish. My new friend said his name is Robert Foley and asked would I join him at a table. I replied that I’m Marsha and before I thought, I said I would be delighted to join him. WTF am I doing! This is a total stranger yet I’m following him like a lovesick school girl. We sat and he chatted while I sat mesmerized. I learned he was 5 years my junior and never been married. I finally got it together, finished my coffee and started to leave. I noticed my heel which I had been dangling from my toes, had fallen to the floor. Robert saw this and immediately got down to pick it up. His fingers ran the length of my nylon covered toes to my instep. He held my foot seductively as he slipped it back into my shoe. A shiver ran through me straight to my pussy. His fingers touching my glossy red toes gave me chills and a feeling I that i shouldn’t be feeling. I said my goodbyes and went back to my office, wondering what had just happened. I sat down at my desk. That’s when I noticed the crotch of my panties were soaked. My pussy was oozing notifying me of its approval of my arousal. I did my best to put Robert out of mind and get on with life but I could still feel his touch on my foot. I should not be having these feelings for this total stranger. What does he see in this 42 year old married woman with two grown children not much younger than him? Surely, he noticed my wedding rings?

I was unusually quiet as Tim and I sat and ate leftover meatloaf at dinner that night. Tim looked at me and asked if something was on my mind. I just blew him off and said I had some work issues I was dealing with ... no problem. I had my foot under me in the chair and was touching my bare toes where Robert had held them so gently.

The next morning I rushed to Starbucks to see if Robert was there ... I mean get my coffee. He walked in just as I was walking out. He said hi and put his business card in my hand as we passed. I looked at it and he had written his personal cell number on it. I walked back to my office and stared at his phone number like it was a snake about to strike. I had the proverbial devil on one shoulder and the innocent Angel on the other, fighting it out, making decisions for me that should have never had to be made. I called his number but got no answer but stupid me ... he has MY office number now on his caller ID. Damn! About 10:30 my office phone rang ... it was him. He asked if we could maybe meet for lunch. My inner self said, OK, i will meet with him and tell him this is inappropriate and get back to my life. He said he would pick me up and take me to a nice restaurant. I said, no, just make it simple. I don’t have time for an extended lunch today. He picked me up and drove to a little restaurant several miles away. We sat in a booth talked. I finally told him that I was a happily married woman and I was not sure of his intentions but we couldn’t go any further. He looked a little hurt and finally said, Marsha, I didn’t mean to intrude on your marriage but the other day when I touched your foot, I felt something. I think you did too. It was our first touch. I told him that no matter what we felt, this could not be. I told him I needed to get back. As we got into his SUV, he reached over and kissed me. Before I could react, his tongue was in my mouth and I was responding. “I can’t do” this was running through my head but our kiss continued. He unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my left breast from of my bra cup. I said NO, Robert but he was persistent. He broke the kiss and sucked my long nipple into his mouth. I pleaded with him to stop ... please stop, Robert, but my body was betraying me. I wanted him ... badly. He had both my nipples exposed now and getting his undivided attention as he tried to tickle his tonsils with my aroused extended nipples. That’s when he said take off your shoes and hose. I refused saying NO, Robert, I’ve gone too far already. He said he wanted to touch me, taste me. His words only poured gasoline on the fire he had lit in me. He reached down and removed my shoes. I peeled my pantyhose down my legs leaving me in my soaked panties. He pulled the crotch of my panties aside and pinched my engorged clit between his thumb and finger. I moaned in pleasure as he masturbated me. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and put my bare red polished toes on his shoulder and the other foot on his dash while he pleasured me. My pussy was on fire. He slipped two fingers into my swampy hole and finger fucked me. I felt my orgasm build as my toes curled, I came, squirting all over his seat. He pulled his fingers out of me and put them in his mouth cleaning my cum from them. Watching him lick my milky girl goo from his fingers just made me hotter. My inhibitions were toast. I was on fire ... I reached over and unzipped his pants. I pulled his gorgeous cock out and stroked it. He laid his seat back as I took him into my mouth and licked the precum oozing from the slit. I held his balls and stroked him as his glans swelled and prepared to ejaculate. I pursed my lips over the glans and he erupted stream after stream of thick white semen into my mouth. There were several strong spurts of cum down my throat before it slowed to a dribble on my tongue.

As I came back down to earth from the sexual frenzy that I had allowed to happen, I felt Robert’s breath on my toes and realized he was sucking each one of them. OMG, what have I done. I told Robert that this was wrong. The tears fell as I felt as bad as I have ever felt. The guilt was overwhelming. I had some wet wipes in my purse. I wiped the semen from my lips and cleaned up my sloppy pussy the best I could. I put my hose and shoes back on and told Robert to take me back to work. I looked at his semi flaccid penis as he put it back in his pants. I had never let Tim cum in my mouth. Why did I let Robert? As I walked into the office, I knew the staff could smell my creamy sex and the semen on my breath. I found some gum in my desk and I had a little perfume in my purse. Hopefully, I killed the “just been fucked” aroma.

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