Chapter 13

"Hi, Marsha. What brings you my way?" asked Dan inviting her in.

Off the pill for several weeks now, Marsha had, at last, committed herself to a course of action. Despite everything, she did not want a divorce. The stigma associated with the "D" word ate at her and she knew she would do anything -- absolutely anything -- despite the problems, to avoid it and keep her marriage together. She was also just as convinced that having a child was the answer, or at least a major part of the answer. And now there was no longer any hesitation on her part as to who she wanted to father her child.

"Dan, you know why I'm here."

Last night she had called him on the phone and told him everything: her own infidelity with Trent, the birth control pills and the DVD. Dan had tried to be supportive but when she had again mentioned having a child, he had grown silent. She had asked if they might talk again and he had agreed, however he had had no idea she would show up on his doorstep.

"Need to talk some more?" he asked as they entered the living room.

"I think the time for talk is over," she replied coyly.

"Marsha, you know how I feel about..."

"I know what you said, but people can change their minds," she said coquettishly, pulling off her coat and exposing an outfit which instantly garnered Dan's attention. The black spike heels and fishnet stockings which accentuated her shapely legs, rose to meet a very abbreviated silver mini skirt barely long enough to cover her intimates. The blouse was a sheer black see-through and since she wore no bra, her small breasts and nipples were clearly visible. Her makeup dramatically enhanced her eyes which had become seductive and sensual.

She noticed the involuntary reaction through his pants. His voice had just the least hint of instability.

"Marsha, this won't..."

"Shhhhhh," she whispered, moving to him. He tried to back away but she cut him off and moved into his intimate space, a technique Trent had used so successfully with her. Dan was virtually backed against the wall. She stepped forward and their bodies were now touching.

"You know there had always been something between us. Why fight it?"

"Because this isn't right. You're married."

"And I've explained that to save my marriage I need a child. Randy can't give me one. You can!" she smiled, rubbing against him.

"We both know this is wrong."

"I don't think either of us really thinks that," she responded by unbuttoning the blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and pushing her small nipples against him.

"But..."

"No buts, Dan. Don't analyze it. Just take me. Give me a child." she took his hands and placed them on her small breasts. Despite himself, his fingers closed on the tiny nipples bringing a hiss of sensual arousal from his niece.

"Marsha, I shouldn't. You're so much younger..."

"Shhhhhh, just kiss me," she breathed.

The kiss was electric for them both. Randy's kisses were rough and seemed to be grounded simply in getting what he wanted. Trent's were powerful and overwhelming. However, Dan's lips were soft and his kisses tender as if they were an enjoyment all in themselves. Marsha reveled in them and felt her own arousal match his.