Authors note: This story contains depictions of adultery and forbidden romance. It is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
Unexpected Romances -- Chapter one.
My name is Daniel Anderson and this is my story: I was not popular in school, as I was kind of the nerd. I was an introvert and had very few friends. Hence I married the only girlfriend I ever had. She had just turned eighteen and I was nineteen. My parents didn't approve that I was getting married so young, my mother would tell me,
"You have to sow your wild oats before you get married!"
As I found out later, she was so right!
I didn't realize it at the time, but I was being manipulated by my girlfriend. She had an awful home life and saw me as her ticket out.
She turned me against my parents with things like,
"If you really loved me, you'd do."
Whatever it was she'd use that line. While dating, we had no sex life what so ever, sure we had contact but it never went too far. She had me convinced that she was saving herself for our wedding night. She'd promise me that she'd be all over me once we were married.
I was so naive that I actually believed that she could change that fast. Any time I resisted to go along with her plans she'd use that same line.
Needless to say, our wedding night was a complete bust. First she said she'd be ready in the morning after she was better rested.
Of course she faked sleep until it was checkout time at the motel where we stayed.
So that was the marriage, she was frigid, and had little interest in sex. She always used empty promises of sex to manipulate me into doing whatever she wanted. The sex we did have was quick and resulted mostly in heavy petting.
Sex was so infrequent that I felt it was absurd to use protection, big mistake on my part. I was so stupid not to realize that if she were ever in the mood, there was a reason.
Once the children were born I was stuck in a loveless marriage as my wife often left me home with the kids while she spent countless hours shopping and running up my credit cards.
I was stuck, I had no hope!
I was raised Catholic so divorce was out of the question, I certainly couldn't go live with my parents for fear that my mother would ridicule me with "I told you so's," as she had a habit of doing.
Fast forward several years, the kids are all grown, my wife and I both got our real-estate licenses and ended up working in the same office comprised mostly of women.
My life would soon take a dramatic and unsuspected turn for the best.
One day, the office manager sent some beautiful long stem yellow roses to the secretary for her ten year anniversary. All the women went crazy over them. They came in a box and I couldn't believe how they brightened up our otherwise dreary office setting once they were put in a vase.
I overheard my wife tell her co-workers,
"Dan never does anything like that for me, when our first child was born all the other fathers brought their wives beautiful flowers and all I got were stupid puzzles and magazines."
This really hurt because she always had told me that she never wanted flowers because they'd just die. Instead, she'd ask for things to keep her company while she was in the hospital.
That's how it all started, I decided that maybe I could spark her with flowers and romance. It was a last ditch attempt to save our marriage.
Since her birthday was on Valentine's Day, I put together a plan; I'd pick a day, just a few days before February Fourteenth, and send a series of flowers and gifts to her office spaced out every two hours.
The timing was very important to me so I picked a day before the Valentine's Day rush and went to four different places. My concern was that some lazy delivery man would just deliver all four gifts at the same time.
I wrote a poem to accompany each delivery that corresponded with each gift.
The women in the office went wild and soon the story about the gifts spread to the other reality offices in the City. My wife was the envy of everyone. The husbands, not so much, they hated me.
My wife liked it, but I didn't get the effect I had hoped for, she just took it as a proof that she didn't have to work on our marriage at all. I did enjoy all the attention from all the ladies though.
I challenged myself to outdo myself each year. On the third year I went all out, I took guitar lesions, wrote a song, and sang it to her in front all our co-workers as part of the gift series.
The women that year went crazy and I was the "Talk of the Town."
I have to admit that I loved the attention and started doing the gift series mostly for my admirers and basically gave up trying to spark my wife. I was still in a loveless marriage and I guess I was calling out for help.
I soon found out that many of the women saw it as it was, a cry for help from a person that desperately longed to be loved.
One particularly long day, and well after midnight, I noticed an envelope in my in-basket.
I figured it was just some sort of business correspondence, but I couldn't be more wrong. My hands started to shake as I read the letter inside.
It said;
"I know all this flowers and poetry stuff is just a cry for help, I know this because I'm in a loveless marriage myself. I've been thinking a lot about you lately, I want to know how you would feel about two lonely souls getting together."
The letter was unsigned but it was scented with perfume.
I didn't dare share the letter with my wife, I felt that she didn't have to know.
A few days later I found another letter in my basket.
"Just so you know, you are not fooling me, you are hungry for love and you're not getting it from your wife. I'm in a loveless marriage myself. I often fantasize about you, and I hope you feel the same."
I knew this note was from someone else, because of the redundancy and the scent was different.
So, for the days that followed I found myself trying to strategically position myself to catch a whiff of the perfume of the various ladies in the office.
I didn't find any matches and I started to think that their normal perfume wasn't used. It never occurred to me that one of the letters could be from a female in one of the other offices. We were in the multiple listing service so we'd have salespeople from our competitors in our office all the time.
The MLS had a banquet the first Friday of March every year. The venue was an exquisite country club on the outskirts of town.
These things always went the same way, my wife would mingle and I spent my time sitting alone at the bar. One of my co-workers, Linda Bonnet, approached the bar next to me and ordered a round of drinks. She slid a cocktail napkin in front of me and whispered in my ear,
"Where's my poem?"
Then she took her drinks and walked away.
The napkin was scented and I recognized it as belonging to the author of the second note. I turned it over and it had an email address on it. From the domain, I knew it was her personal email. I couldn't believe it, Linda was an attractive but quiet married lady. I have to admit I did have somewhat of a crush on her since I joined that office. She was slightly overweight and seemed to be a little sensitive about her size.
But she had a killer smile and a happy-bubbly personality. Of all the women in the office, Linda was one that I least suspected would reach out to me in this way. She was shy and usually kept to herself, but it was all starting to make sense now.
As I sat at the bar I started thinking about her and ideas of a poem to her started racing around in my head, and yes, they were somewhat alcohol induced.
When it was time to leave, I went to the closet to fetch our coats. While sorting through the rack to find our wraps, I started to detect the scent from the first letter. I turned around to see Susan Burke, a women that I knew from one of the other offices,
"Don't look so surprised," she said as she pushed a matchbook into my shirt pocket,
"Don't stand me up now!"
As she walked away I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed. I didn't see anyone.
My jaw dropped, she was a very powerful lady, and her nick name around the office was the "Barracuda," because of her aggressive and relentless sales practices. She was always one of the top brokers in the City.
It was hard to believe that she was trapped in a bad marriage. I then remembered all the rumors that were floating around that her husband was gay, nobody seemed to believe it, but now it seemed to be true.
The matchbook was for a restaurant two city's over. Inside the cover was a date and time. It was for the following Monday night.
I was flying high when I got home, these two women were hitting on me and I loved it.
I tried to give myself a reality check, I knew it was wrong to lust after these women. I had taken a vow to be faithful to my wife for better or worse. Somehow the prospect of a loveless marriage to a frigid women never entered the equation. I knew that if I were to pursue either of these women I'd be committing adultery.
As I sat there trying to digest what had happened, I started to hear my wife snoring in the bedroom. She didn't even say goodnight.
I started to second guess myself, maybe I was reading too much into this, maybe I was getting ahead of myself. I decided to just play it cool and see what happens. Somehow it seemed worth the risk.
I sat there in my dimly lit home office and brought up Linda's picture on my computer. I started tapping keys as my creative juices started to flow:
"With a face of gold and umber eyes, could her mild manner just be a disguise."
"Could there be a smoldering fire, a deep inside craving for a chance to be the object of someone's desire."
"Love and passion, long repressed, hunger to be loved, could her heart be obsessed."
