*Note: This is a story I had originally written and posted over a year ago. I have changed a few things and done some more editing. I am resubmitting it for several reasons. I am almost ready to submit a sequel to this story, and also would like this to go under my submissions with my profile. Some of you wrote back the first time strongly against the affair. I, too, am strongly against affairs, but have found that it makes for a hot story line. Look for the sequel that explains more of Teri's actions. It also has a story line that will hopefully be a little more pleasing.
Although, I identify with the main character, let me just say that this is purely a work of fiction. And although the characters are based on real people in my life, the names are not the same and the events are fiction. This story came about from a fantasy I had.*
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It started out innocent enough. A friendly weekend getaway in Vermont had introduced her to a new friend and eventually a new lover. A friendly smile, a casual knowing glance in her way, a few subtle passes had all started her on her way to where she is now.
It had all started when some friends had invited them to a friend's house in Vermont for the weekend. It had been an eternity since they had all had a family weekend and seemed like forever since they had seen each other without one of them rushing out the door to work, or for an evening out "with the guys". They jumped at the chance to spend some quality family time together. They would be driving up, so that would add to their time together. They had heard about Clark and had seen pictures of him, but neither had ever actually met him. They felt as if they had known him, though, because of his name coming up so often in conversations with their friends, Sharon and Dean.
Clark had recently bought an old country house and was in the process of refurbishing it. A large 2 story house with a basement in the country just at the height of fall when the leaves were on fire with color. It was a quiet quaint town away from the hustle and bustle of city life that they had been used to. It was to be the perfect weekend for them.
They arrived there late Friday night; everyone had already gone to sleep. The next morning when they awoke they found that their host, Clark, had gone to the store to get some groceries for breakfast. She had heard in a low, deep voice, say there was coffee on if anyone wanted any, on his way out the door. Being an unfamiliar voice, she knew this had to be his. She finally had a voice to go with the face she had seen in pictures so many times before. She decided that she would head for the shower before anyone else had a chance to use up the hot water before her.
After her shower she began straightening up their bedclothes from the previous night and making sure their kids were dressed before going out to play in the fall leaves. She hadn't even noticed that Clark had returned from the store. As she passed through the kitchen on her way out to holler at the kids, she didn't notice him standing in the doorway watching her. Then suddenly he appears in front of her, his hand is out stretched, presented to her. "You must be Teri," he says. She takes his hand, shakes it and returns the greeting. She does not notice at the time his large stature or his large sapphire blue eyes. She is after all still in love with her husband of 17 years, college sweethearts she thought would be together always; soul mates as she liked to think of their relationship.
The day progressed like any lazy family weekend. The guys turned on the TV to watch football and the kids ventured outdoors to soak in the crisp autumn air. Her friend Sharon had decided to take a nap, knowing they would be up late. Teri decided to join their kids outside who had started a small game of football. She did not notice the pair of eyes that followed her from the picture window in the family room. He watched her every move. When she laughed with the children, he smiled. When she blushed in embarrassment to a wrongfully thrown ball, he noticed the heat that arose in her cheeks. He noticed her round buttocks when she bent over to play center, and he noticed her breasts as she pulled her arm back to pass the football. She wasn't his, but he began to think of how he was going to get her. He had to have her.
Dinner was uneventful as far as they were concerned. They ordered pizza and ate in the basement, which had been turned into a playroom. There was the usual amount of laughter and playing around which always seemed to accompany children at the dinner table. After all, these weren't sophisticated adults at a formal dining table. This was pizza in a basement. A belch was heard here, a burp there, another one was called a pig for the amount of pizza consumed, kids' play over pizza and soda.
After pizza, their host treated them out for a night around town. They walked around town with a stop by the ice cream parlor and a trip through the park for the kids. He watched her as she ate her ice cream cone. It gave him pleasure knowing that she was licking something he had bought for her. He watched her lips as they parted to take in the sweet substance. He watched in anguish as her tongue glided up the cone to catch the melting cream. He imagined for a moment what her tongue would feel like somewhere else.
This time she catch a glimpse of him watching her and redness appeared on her face. She waited until she thought he wasn't looking and hopefully her husband wasn't either and then she thought it was her turn to check him out. He was wearing black jeans and a polar fleece pullover. He had nice thick hair, which was a good sign for a man who appeared to be in his late thirties. She started to notice his eyes. For the first time since she met him, she noticed they were blue with long lashes. He wore glasses, which magnified his eyes and lashes. He was tall, about 6'2", large build, about 200 to 220 lbs, but not fat, broad shoulders, and a butt that fit well in his Levi's. Her favorite brand; she always liked how the red tag was well placed on the back pocket that allowed her to see the shape of their ass. She smiled to herself for the amount she had been able to catch in such a quick glimpse. She prided herself on being able to size up people, especially men in just a glance.
They moved on a miniature golf place. The kids could play putt-putt golf and video games while the big boys could race go-carts. She sat in the stands cheering her husband on trying to avoid looking at Clark, but she couldn't help noticing his smile as he passed by her. She watched him with her friend, Sharon. They seemed to have a close bond between them. She watched them talking, laughing and hugging. She knew that it was only plutonic. It had to be. Sharon would never cheat on Dean. If anyone would cheat, she figured Dean would be the one to cheat. And after all, she knew that Sharon and Dean had once lived with Clark for a while before they first found their own place when they were first married. It was only natural that they were close.
It was getting late and time to head back to his place. She traded with Dean so could ride back with her husband and she could ride back with Sharon and Clark. She listened to their conversation and tried to familiarize herself with Clark through his conversations. She watched the corners of his eyes and his lips and his smile as he talked. She felt a warm rush to her cheeks. She couldn't believe she was starting to feel this way over another man. She couldn't believe she was blushing at someone other than her husband.
When they arrived back at Clark's, the guys had decided they wanted to go out. She was concerned that her husband would spend all their vacation money in one night. Dean and Bill made it a habit going out, and spending money. Dean was good at talking Bill into things. She figured this time was no different. Dean assured her that he would keep tabs on her husband, but some how that didn't make her feel any better. Then Clark entered the room with an omnibus presence. Laid a hand on her shoulder and said he would watch him. She wanted to jump out of her skin at his touch. She felt herself giving in as if his touch willed her to let the financial issue go.
The men left, and Sharon and the kids said their good nights. Teri put the boys to bed, and then settled in the family room to watch some TV. The autumn evening air had put a chill in the old house and she grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch to throw over her legs. She couldn't help notice Clark's scent in the blanket. She pulled it up around her shoulders, closer to her face where she could catch a better whiff. It smelled like musk and of a man that enjoyed the outdoors.
The next morning the kids had gone into Clark's room to watch cartoons. Sharon and Dean had gone to the store for breakfast. Clark was asleep in the family room, and Bill was still sleeping in the guest room. Teri went in Clark's room to check on the kids and to join them watching TV. She crawled up into Clark's bed, and smiled at the thought of climbing in under his comforter. The kids started in a game of "pillow fight". She joined in then realized they should keep the noise level down so not to wake Clark and Bill, but it was too late. Clark was already awake. Sharon and Dean had returned from the store and were cooking breakfast. The scent of cooking bacon alone could have easily wakened him. He came into the room and smiled at Teri under his covers. He wondered when the next time would be that he'd see her in his bed. He came in looking for his glasses and a hairbrush; although she felt he really didn't need a brush. His hair looked fine. She noticed how merry his eyes looked without his glasses on. She liked the way he looked first thing in the morning. She wondered how he tasted first thing in the morning.
After breakfast, Sharon was planning on going out antiquing. Bill was planning on taking the boys out to do some sight seeing. Dean and Clark settled in the family room to watch football. She asked if Teri wanted to go along. It had been a long time since Teri had an opportunity to get out. They looked up addresses in the phone book of some antique shops they wanted to try. Then Sharon asked Clark if he wanted to go with them. Teri thought she was going to bust. Clark not only accepted he offered to drive. Dean said he thought Clark was planning on watch football. Clark said he could watch football next weekend. It wasn't everyday he was invited to go antiquing with the ladies.
They climbed into Clark's Suburban, Sharon in the front with Clark and Teri behind Sharon, this way she could sneak glances at Clark. Their first stop hadn't turned up much. Clark through a few passes Teri's way. She smiled, but didn't return the flirtations. She couldn't help notice how he walked beside Sharon. She thought it was nice that they were such good friends. She hoped she too would get to know Clark better, to have such a close friendship with him. He was funny and intelligent. He was also slightly crude which gave him a certain amount of attraction from her point of view. It was a side she wasn't used to.
