Matthew Turnback was a man who, all things considered, should have loved the life he lived. He was still young - in his mid-twenties - and making great money off of his chosen career path while living happily married to a woman he had fallen for since the day he first met her.
His job, Personal Assistant to Mayor Bannivan, involved an adequate mix of both stress and excitement. Most men wouldn't care for setting up meetings, organizing files, and signing documents on behalf of the appointed representative of the city they lived in, but to Matt, it invoked a large sense of purpose and responsibility. The downside was that it left him exhausted and dearly missing his wife at the end of each day.
Natalie was always on Matt's mind, ever since they were married two years ago. He had met her during his days pursuing a university degree at Domerhue. When he had finally worked up the courage, following months of waiting, he asked the damsel out to dinner. His romantic antics were met with kind, hazel eyes and a smile that portrayed an undeniable acceptance of his love.
He was a nobody, or at least he had thought so, but somehow a scrawny bookworm had attracted the interest of the famed track athlete who had arrived all the way from Vancouver, B.C. One thing led to another and soon the couple was spotted going out on dates at clubs and restaurants, and even sneaking off to each other's dorm rooms.
For the not so active, nerdy character, life with Natalie quickly became a case of ignoring all the cynical and chastising comments passed on from friends and strangers alike. He was a tad less physically appealing than her, yes, but why should that matter when love is as potent as theirs? He did not exert so much effort into sculpting his own body like she did, that much was true, but Natalie was looking for someone brainy and considerate, not brutish and incompetent.
Besides, if anyone saw the way she treated him in private, they'd have no doubts as to whether she was physically attracted to him. To Mrs. Turnback's credit, Mr. Turnback seldom noticed any feelings of inferiority within the relationship.
The young husband tried his best not to think about it; at the moment, he was driving home and his focus needed to be on the nighttime road. But he couldn't help letting his mind wander through the memories he had of his wife. In them, Nat was a gentle and intimate person. The nights they could share together were his moments in heaven. She would caress him everywhere as her beautiful, tanned body straddled his lap. His heart would race as she held his face in her hands. Whenever she removed an article of clothing, Matt was reminded of how truly lucky he was. Her curves and her muscle tones rivalled those of models in magazines, and only he was allowed to feel her skin against his; to experience all she had to offer. It tugged on his lust just thinking about it.
Snapping his attention back to the road, the daydreaming romantic slowed down to allow a couple of pedestrians to pass at the crosswalk. A colorfully dressed man and his relatively normal husband crossed over to the other side, laughing at something together, gazing lovingly at each other with no care for anything else. Their joy and infatuation with one another unlocked a deep memory within Matthew. There was a tightness in his pants that had grown as a result of his recollections of Natalie. His mind now took him to another place, a place where he was tangled up in a guilt-ridden affair that he had recently decided to end.
The initiation of such an affair began in the form of an aggressive grip on his thigh by a stranger at a bar he had gone to one night, alone. The perpetrator was larger, had dark colored hair, and rocked a physique that made Matthew admittedly weak in the knees. No real introductions, no small talk, just the name Ryan and a more than obvious desire for a hookup was all it took to intrigue him at the time.
If Natalie had been the epitome of female beauty, Ryan looked to be her male counterpart; he had thick arms, wide shoulders, and a sly, cunning look about him that signaled trouble. Matthew could not resist such a confident, daring, dominant character and soon enough he was on his knees with a strong hand at the back of his head that pulled him closer and closer towards a new kind of sodomy.
The allure of cheating, of submitting, had led to a short string of sessions that ended just a few nights ago when he finally decided he had wronged his beloved wife too many times. His wish was to come clean to Natalie, hoping maybe she would understand given his bisexual orientation.
Being idealistic, he pictured a scenario where he would be able to satisfy his desire for both men and women. That was Matthew's life for the time being; back-and-forth between a job that asked him to manage someone else's and a wife he loved enough to betray several times with an alpha he had worshipped for a time.
When the couple was safely across, he drove his car further up a block and then turned right into the street where the biggest houses in the Westhill neighborhood sat. Trees lined up on his left, lit up by lights and lamps that enlivened any that longed for a midnight stroll. The light pollution was not enough to dissuade any stargazers, either. Westhill was a great community, and Matthew always tried to appreciate the fact that they had one of the most luxurious living spaces in the city.
He never once took it for granted; it was a beautiful 3-story Victorian-style property, with a pool out back and ample room to run around if you were a dog or a five-year-old. A few blocks more and he had arrived at House Turnback, 33 Westhill St. As usual, he parked his car outside on the street, and not in his garage. But unusually, there was a person in his front yard, leaning over the fence, watching him exit his car. Jessica Vargo was grinning and suspiciously eyeing her best friend's husband as he approached his own house.
Jessica was the daughter of old Billionaire Charles Vargo and he had always been weary of her. Some people could say her friendship with Natalie had landed him his current position at the Mayor's office - her father had several connections in high places - but Matthew was not one of those people. She was the free-spirit type, a beautiful woman whom Natalie had befriended in high school. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, a real Hollywood face, and in her mid-twenties, she embodied the stereotype of a woman that might grant you bliss but maybe also take it away just as easily. It certainly didn't help that she liked to dress in tight short clothing, this time just jean shorts, a white tank top, and lace sandals 'round her feet.
Understandable; it was summertime.
"Hey, Matty, looking sexy in that suit!" she said grinning at him with teeth that almost glowed in the dimness. The man grew slightly irritated at the sight of her just standing there, on his lawn. His home looked fairly lit up from the inside, but looking up he saw that the bedroom curtains were closed, brightness emanating from behind them.
"Thanks, Jess, I wear a suit every day, and you compliment me every day. Is Nat home?" the car door swung shut and the locks clicked.
"She's home, but she probably doesn't know you are here yet." Jessica stepped towards him as he walked towards the house and ran a finger down, parting his jacket, eyes down towards his legs. "Wanna...?"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say," she fussed, turning momentarily to face Matthew's house. With a sly expression, she then gazed into Matt's eyes and said, "Come with me."
