It had been a steamy hot day and the setting sun offered little relief. Lisa found herself home alone, sitting on her private deck, listening to music and drinking her vodka lemonade, slowly and deliberately getting drunk. It had been a terrible few days and she needed to escape her troubles for a while.
It all started with a phone call from someone she had never met who had some information that she felt compelled to share.
"Hi, is this Lisa?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Becca and I feel the need to tell you something regarding your husband Marc."
Lisa immediately thought that something may have happened to him and she was suddenly very concerned. "Marc? Is he alright? What has happened?"
"Marc is fine ... But you need to know what he has been doing behind your back!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Lisa said with genuine confusion in her voice.
"I'm Marc's mistress," Becca said with a tone of ownership in her voice. "Marc and I have been having an affair for the past two months."
And just like that Lisa's world as she knew it changed forever.
Becca went on to provide details with times and dates, which made it clear that she was telling the truth. She explained that Marc had tried to break it off with her several times but she always threatened him with the promise that she would call his wife if he did. Apparently, he had called Becca's bluff and ended it with her that morning, which made Becca angry. And so, filled with fury, she decided to make good on her threat.
Lisa was in shock. She became numb as she listened to Becca provide detail after detail of her times spent with Marc because as she eventually explained, "We're sisters and we should stick together, right?"
That was the last straw for Lisa and she could no longer contain her own rage.
"You're a horrible person, what the hell is the matter with you?! If you're married, I hope your husband betrays your trust in the same way and leaves you alone and unwanted! And we are NOT sisters!"
And with that, she ended the call. Lisa thought to herself, "If I had the chance, I would sleep with her husband myself, wouldn't she deserve that?!"
Of course she didn't really believe it. She had only been with one other man before her husband Marc and she had never strayed on him.
When Marc got home she confronted him and learned that everything Becca had said was true. He was sorry and tried to explain that things had gotten out of control and he had never wanted to hurt her. He pleaded that he loved her and wanted to be with her. Marc explained that the thing with Becca was only intended to satisfy a curiosity that he had regarding whether or not he was still appealing to other women. He said he knew right away how stupid it was and tried to get out of the situation but Becca held him hostage with her threats. He desperately wanted to find a way to make it up to her.
Lisa was crushed and needed to be alone to think about what she wanted. She didn't know whether or not she wanted anything to do with Marc again so she told him to leave the house and not try to talk to her until she contacted him. He realized that he was in no position to change her mind so he left as she requested.
That was four days ago and since then Lisa has spent her every waking moment reflecting on the situation. She missed Marc terribly but knew that she needed to do what was right for her. She wanted to stay angry with Marc but she found herself feeling something unexpected. Whenever she thought of Marc and Becca together having sex, she discovered that rather than becoming hurt or angry, she would get aroused.
"What the hell does that mean!?" She pondered.
These feelings confused her and she could barely think of anything else. She found that her mind kept conjuring up images of the two of them together, which kept her in a near constant state of arousal. She had relieved herself many times but it was no use. She needed more and it was driving her crazy with desire! Marc was gone and there was no possibility of getting what she desperately wanted!
It was a very hot summer night so she took a long shower, brushed out her shoulder length auburn hair and put on a semi-shear white nightie that ended above her knees. She didn't bother with underwear, it was hot and she wanted to feel unrestricted. Besides, she was alone anyway, what difference did it make?
Lisa was in her late thirties now but she was aware that she still captured the attention of most men. She would see them look her way when she passed in public venues or notice them looking her way from across the room at restaurants. She had always tried to stay in shape by eating healthy and working out on a regular basis. Her efforts had clearly paid off. She had a flat stomach, shapely hips and legs as well as nice firm breasts. With her sweet smile, auburn hair, creamy complexion and glimmering hazel eyes, she was stunning. While gazing at her image in the mirror, she wondered what kind of man she might attract if she made the effort? She sighed dismissing the idea, then decided to get a drink and sit on her deck.
As she sat alone on her deck with only a small mood light to soften the darkness while absently listening to her music, she began to deliberately drink herself into her happy place. She could hear thunder rumbling in the distance with the sky briefly illuminating the horizon with each lightning strike. Deep within her, the coming storm excited her for reasons unknown.
It was at that point that someone drove into her driveway flooding the area with light, then turned off the engine plummeting everything back into darkness.
"Who the hell is that? Is it Marc?" she wondered with mixed emotions.
She heard the car door open and close followed by footsteps heading towards her front door.
"Hello? Who's there?" she called.
"Oh hi, my name is James ... Becca's husband." A deep, masculine voice responded.
There was a long moment of silence as Lisa tried to process what she just heard.
Finally, "What do you want? Marc's not home if that's why you are here!"
"I'm not here to see Marc, I'm here to see his wife. Are you Lisa?"
Lisa's head was spinning. Becca's husband ... here ... to see me? "I'm Lisa, what do you want with me?"
There was a moment of silence and then James responded quietly. "I was hoping we could talk."
Lisa's body responded before she could formulate words to say. The idea of being alone at her house with a complete stranger, the husband of her own spouse's lover, no less, filled her with a rush of excitement she had never felt before. Perhaps it was the unsatisfied sexual tension she had been feeling for the past few days but she suddenly made a very bold decision.
"That would be fine, I'm out on my deck. You can come around back and join me if you like."
"Wonderful" She heard James reply.
He began his journey down the pathway, which led to the secluded deck where Lisa was waiting. The sound of his footsteps building a nervous anticipation within Lisa as he approached. Her mind raced with dozens of unanswered questions.
"What does he want from me? Why is he here now? Why tonight?"
Mostly at this moment, all she really wanted to know was one thing.
"What does he look like?"
Her mind struggled to form an image based upon the sound of his voice and the weight of his footsteps on the loose gravel of the pathway.
"What the hell is the matter with me?!" Lisa chided herself.
James had already stirred a long dormant excitement that she had not felt in what seemed like a million years, and she hadn't even seen his face. Soon James passed by her Rhododendron bushes, climbed the few steps onto her deck and found himself standing ten feet from where Lisa rested in her reclining lounge chair. His image immediately took Lisa's breath away.
"My god he's handsome!" Lisa thought to herself.
She took in the visage of this man with rapt attention. James had rugged features. He was tall with a chiseled body, powerful arms, dark hair, what appeared to be a two-day beard and piercing eyes that implied an irresistible charm. He was wearing khaki shorts and a black button up shirt, which had several of the top buttons undone to reveal a moderately hairy chest behind. He was dripping with masculinity and it was driving Lisa wild.
After several moments, James seemed to realize what was going through Lisa's mind. He looked deep into Lisa's eyes, presented a charming smile and extended his hand.
"Hi, I'm James."
His deep voice seemed to penetrate Lisa's being causing her body to vibrate.
"Hi, I'm Lisa." she said as she put her hand into his.
His touch was electric and sent a surge of energy into Lisa's body. His grip was firm but gentle and she could sense that he was physically powerful, yet measured and in control. She estimated that he was a little over six feet tall and a very solid 200 lbs. He was much larger than her 5' 4", 125 lb. frame. The contrast of her small hand in his was arousing in a way that she did not immediately understand. Lisa could see by the look in his eyes that he found her to be attractive as well and she was surprised by how much this pleased her.
"May I sit?" he said.
"Huh? Oh yes, how silly of me, of course, please do!" Lisa responded with a nervous laugh.
James settled into a lounge chair about six feet across from where she was lounging, although; the space separating them seemed much greater than Lisa wished it to be.
As they chatted, Lisa learned that James was a federal officer and spent a lot of time away from home. He wasn't really shocked when he found out about Becca's affair with Marc, although; he was still taken off guard. James had actually overheard Becca telling Lisa about the affair on the phone. That is how he found out. He had immediately confronted Becca and she had no choice but to admit it. James told Lisa that he wasn't really angry with Becca but he didn't think he could let something like this go without her paying some sort of price.
