This story in 4 parts so making a comment about why I put it in the romance genre before reading the whole story is simply moronic.
It is definitely a romance but, as in many of my stories, not in the traditional sense. In the end though it is just that, a story (ie. It isn't real so stupid comments about why this and why not that are just that... stupid).
If you haven't read part 1, I suggest you do, to fully understand the background before going on to part 2.
As always comments, constructive and critical, are welcome.
Enjoy.
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There is always a choice
Part 2
The drive to Rob Howell's large detached house on the outskirts of town took a little more than fifteen minutes and for most of it, Samantha Warrington didn't say a word. Sat in silence in the passenger seat of the older man's luxurious Mercedes, she watched the world pass by outside the windows, reflecting once again on what she was doing.
'Could she actually go through with it'
Even though she wanted a divorce she was technically still married and she would be breaking her wedding vows.
Taking a second she glanced sideways at him.
'Shit, he was bloody gorgeous though.'
The mere thought of him fucking her had her panties soaked and it was impossible for her to deny the fact, she fancied him.
'There was also the question of what might happen to Ben if she didn't go through with it?'
She realised she had little choice in the matter, knowing that if she didn't at least start to repay what they owed him in some way, Rob could make Ben suffer.
If her pathetic excuse for a husband had told her not to go then they might just have had a chance of saving their marriage albeit a minute one. Not that she felt it would be any sort of hardship for her to sleep with him. The older man was simply sex on legs and his manly image had captivated her.
Not only had her husband put her in this position by letting his gambling addiction get out of control and borrowing money from the loan shark. He had then admitted that he wanted her to sleep with his so-called friend to save himself.
In the three years of his gambling and lies that she had had to put up with, this had been the last straw and she was now determined to separate from her husband.
She would then take her time to make up her mind if their marriage really was over or if there was a chance for them.
"We're here." Rob's comment jerked her back from her thoughts to the present moment.
"Wow... you live here?"
Samantha stared open-mouthed at his house and had to admit she was more than a little impressed when they pulled up at the top of the long-gravelled driveway.
The spacious property was set in a beautifully landscaped garden and, as he parked at the front of the building, she took in the columned entrance and multi-windowed frontage.
'What was she really doing here?'
'She was about to break her wedding vows even though she wanted her husband out of her life.'
'Why did the arrogant Rob Howell have to be so bloody sexy?'
As she stared at his home a multitude of thoughts flashed through her head once more.
"Shall we go in?" He enquired interrupting her deliberations for the second time.
"Oh... err... yeah sure."
She swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding like a jack-hammer when, after helping her out of his car, he ushered her through the front door and into a well-appointed hallway.
Again, she wondered why she was really here?
She was still a married woman, albeit an unhappy one, and despite the fact she didn't love her husband and intended to separate from Ben she was still about to be unfaithful to him. However, she was also extremely attracted to the man whose home she was in.
In that moment her resolve hardened. She knew she had little choice in doing this. If Ben, and by default herself, didn't pay back the loan her husband could well end up in hospital for a very long time and as much as she wanted to move on with her life, she still had some feelings for him and couldn't let that happen.
"Do you want a drink first or shall we...?"
Rob left the question unfinished as he closed the door behind her.
"Let's just..." She slipped her arms about his neck and turned her face up to his, pulling his mouth down to hers, determined to now see it through to the end.
Almost immediately one of his hands slid up between them to cup her breast, gently squeezing the small soft mound as they kissed, while his other hand freely groped her arse. Her eyes closed as she allowed him to slowly explore her, letting herself submit to the delicious sensations he was arousing in her.
"Mmmmm... I've wanted to do this for a very long time Sam." He broke away briefly to speak before pressing his lips to hers again, "You know you're absolutely gorgeous."
They remained locked together, still kissing, as Rob slid his fingers up her spine to find her zipper. Then, he teasingly drew it slowly down, letting her dress peel all the way open, revealing her the pale skin of naked back.
With a coy smile she stepped back away from him and let the thin straps slip off her shoulders and down her arms, scooping up the garment as it pooled around her feet. Blushing she stood before him, exposing her modest, firm breasts with their partially swollen cherries, to his lustful gaze.
It had been quite some time since she had last had sex with her husband, several weeks in fact, and now, confronted with the situation she found herself in, she could feel she was more than a little moist between her legs.
"Wow, you look even better without your clothes." Rob looked her up and down, his eyes fixing on her tits then travelling down over her thong and stockinged legs before reaching her stilettos.
"You like?" Samantha asked demurely, her cheeks colouring as she picked up her clothing and draped the dress over a chair.
When he looked up and into her eyes, she could see his desire reflected back at her.
"I most certainly do young lady. Now get your cute little bottom up those stairs." He grinned salaciously and swatted her lightly on her bum.
"Ow!" Glancing back over her shoulder she giggled at his compliment, theatrically rubbing her cheek.
Then darting ahead of him she started up the stairs, the black thong riding up between her firm round buttocks to expose the soft pale globes to his gaze.
"Are you coming?" Biting her bottom lip coquettishly Sam paused half-way up the staircase to look back towards him.
