Chapter Four: Making the Move
I threw my head back, grunting in frustration. I was over all this tedious, mind-numbing packing. Since returning from our honeymoon to Hawaii, I had been packing up our apartment in preparation for our move into our first house. Dennis had been working late every day at the hospital, exempting him from the dull task.
It also did nothing for our sex life, which was becoming increasingly stressful. I still hadn't told Dennis about my affair with his best friend, Alex, or our wedding bartender, Vince, or the hunky college baseball star, Carter, nor did I have any plans to. I was taking Vince's advice of starting each day a new and not thinking about my transgressions, except when I needed some masturbatory material.
It was becoming apparent that I was a slut, with an uncontrollable lust for cock. While most would claim this behavior was destructive to my marriage, to me, it was keeping it a float.
When I get sexually frustrated, I'm not exactly the nicest person to be around. I get angry easily and the stupidest things set me off. It was nothing short of a miracle that we survived the engagement sex free. Now, Dennis was always working and when he wasn't, he was too exhausted for sex. By getting my satisfaction from other men, I wasn't my usual ticking time bomb self. If I had abstained, Dennis and I would surely be heading for divorce court by now.
That was how I was justifying everything to myself, but I was barely believing it. A small part of me was ashamed at my wanton behavior; however, another, larger part of me was incredibly turned on by it all.
As I sat against the wall, surrounded by boxes, I thought back to the promiscuous actions and the men who claimed me: Carter and his ferocity as he pounded into me like an animal, Vince and his sweetness as he explored my body freely, and Alex. The situation with Alex was incredibly naughty. He was Dennis's best friend, who walked in on me masturbating to the thought of him, then easily seduced me, fucking me in my martial bed, when my husband wouldn't.
I grew instantly wet at the thought of these men and what they had done to me. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. The dildo wouldn't do anything for me now, either. What I needed was another man's cock.
I sat against the wall weighing my options. A small voice inside me was screaming at me to stop this madness, to protect the sanctity of marriage, but this voice was suppressed by ever growing craving.
What to do? Decisions. Decisions.
***
I sauntered down two flights of steps to reach my destination. I was hoping he was home, but to be honest, I didn't know how I was going to do this. I had always been seduced into cheating. I never had to seduce someone before and wasn't sure how to go about doing it.
I had dressed in sexy clothes. I was wearing a short white crop top and a short denim skirt. I was braless and in the right light, it was easy to see through the fabric. I had a pair of white, lacy thong panties on, figuring I'd leave a little to the imagination. I kept my long blonde hair down, even though it was hot. I knew he loved my hair like that.
My target was my neighbor Jack, who had had a crush on me since we moved into the apartment. We were good friends and there were many nights that I spent with him when Dennis was unable to keep me company. With Dennis and me moving out this weekend, I figured this was an opportunity to give Jack what he had craved for all those years, as well as fulfill my own sexual desires.
When Jack opened the door, his jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of me. He was speechless as I stood in the doorway, as a coy smile playing across my face. After a good minute, he corrected himself, although he was still a little shocked.
"Liz. Hey. What, uh, what's up?"
"Hey, Jack. How have you been?" I teased, biting my lip.
He ran his hands through his medium length black hair, trying to focus. I knew the sight of me like this was having the desired effect on him.
"Um, good, good. Just sitting here working on some music."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I can come back later if you want."
He threw his hands up, signaling me to stop.
"No. No, it's fine. I can take a break for a little. How can I help you?"
I ran my hands through my hair, brushing it to my left side, exposing the right side of my neck. I bit my lip as I pretended to ponder what to ask.
"As you know, Dennis and I are moving out this weekend, so most of our stuff is packed. I stupidly didn't spare the tools and I have to disassemble the dining room table. Would you have a screwdriver I could borrow?"
"Yea. Come on in. I'll see if I can find it."
I followed Jack into his apartment. It was a weird mix of professional and amateur. Jack was an accountant, but at twenty-nine years old, he still had aspirations of being a musician. He played me a few songs before, some of which I was the muse for, and they were pretty good. What was keeping him back was his personality. Jack just wasn't the type to take risks, but I hoped that would change today. I needed it to.
I followed Jack's thin frame into the kitchen. He wasn't athletic like Carter and Alex, nor was he average like Vince. His frame was very similar to Dennis and there wasn't much to it.
What Jack lacked in physicality, he made up in appearance. His hair was a little longer than most men I was interested in, stopping just above his eyes. He had a masculine face, with a strong jawline that led to a prominent chin. His brown eyes contained various shades of brown, with hints of green. They were always so beautiful and I always enjoyed looking at them.
Jack opened a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, pulling out a grey toolbox. He placed it on the countertop and started rummaging through it. I sat on a stool across from him, leaning forward a little more than usual to show him some cleavage.
His eyes wandered down, taking in the show. I had my hands positioned on the counter, just beneath my breasts to give them a little added push. I heard Jack's breathing catch in his throat for a moment. He swallowed hard, attempting to regain focus and control.
"Uh, what kind of screwdriver did you need?"
"Phillips head, please."
Jack turned back to the toolbox, using it as a distraction. It wasn't enough for him and he had to keep idol conversation going to keep calm.
"So how was the wedding?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"It was lovely. The honeymoon was nice, too. If you ever come visit us, I'll have to show you the pictures."
"Sounds good." In one statement, I had effectively cut off many possible lines of conversation.
He continued to search in silence, not looking at me. I was enjoying the effect I had on him. I was getting a taste of the power and control the other guys had on me.
"Here ya go," Jack finally said, handing the screwdriver to me.
"Thank you," I said, my fingers gently caressing his as I took the object.
He pulled away quickly and moved to return the toolbox to its proper place. While he did that, I hopped onto the countertop, leaning back slightly to push my breasts up. Jack was stunned when he turned around to see me.
I smirked at him, my legs crossed in front of me. I wasn't going to play all my cards at once.
"So, are you going to miss me when I go?"
"Of course. But I'll try to visit. And you can always come to see my shows." He smiled sweetly, but he was a bundle of nerves, sweating in anxiety.
"Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched."
"Yea, sure. Anything in particular?" he asked,reaching for a glass.
"Water is fine, thank you."
Jack quickly had a glass of cold water in his hand. I took a gulp, purposely letting some of it spill out of my mouth and onto my shirt. It landed perfectly on my nipple, making it instantly erect.
"Oh, shit."
