Hi, my name is Christine, Christine Harton, I am 37, married nearly 20 years, love my husband even now, never been unfaithful, I've never wanted to be, even though I am good looking enough to have got just about any man I know, or even don't know if I wanted.
I have felt like it a few times, but never given in to temptation, well, not until I was forced into it by being coerced.
About me and my family, I have 2 children, a girl 18 years, just gone to college, and a boy, Jason 16, who is still at school, my husband has a good job, so we happily don't suffer from financial worries like some of our friends and neighbours sometimes do.
This is what, I think, was what led to the position I am in now.
I am 5ft 6" tall, very attractive, I'm happy to say, and without being bigheaded, I don't meet many women as good looking as me.
I have longish auburn hair, parted down the middle to enshroud my symmetrical face, big wide brown eyes, pert noise, full lips, that curl a little down at the corners, and that give me a sensuous smile.
My body is still good, and my legs taper from hip to toe, without any of those annoying bony bumps that women can sadly suffer from, but not me.
I have a higher sex drive than my husband, and he sometimes complains that I won't leave him alone, so therefore a few years ago, I bought myself a vibrator, and now I can fuck, or be fucked by any man on the planet.
And by some of the adventurous stories I build in my mind, I have been fucked by some serious men I can tell you, black, white, yellow, anything, but all in my head, I've even told tales to myself about other women.
I am very sensitive to touch, be it me, my husband, or an accidental brush from a stranger, my nipples are super sensitive, my neck, my lips are too, my pussy can burn up in seconds in the right situation, so really, my husband doesn't know how lucky he is, to have me just to himself.
Then my life started to change, my son would come home with a limp, or a bruise, he had lost his money, had to walk home, didn't always purchase things he had asked me for money to buy.
I started to question him about this, and it was like talking to a wall, no answers, no response, this went on for about 3 months, I never told his dad, because he would have said, let him get on with it, if he wants to talk, he will, so I decided to investigate myself, to see if I could find out what was wrong.
When Jason went out, I would sometimes follow him, or try and anticipate his return, so I could trail him home, weeks went by, I couldn't do this every day, so it was a long drawn out affair.
Then one Saturday morning, he went into town to buy a game for his PC, he caught a bus, I followed in my car, when he got off I was lucky enough to be able to park, and follow on foot, I felt awful, I was being untrusting of my son, but I was also a concerned parent.
As he walked down the mall, I heard a whistle, and saw my son turn, he stopped, walked on, then stopped again at another whistle, then I heard, 'Hey Jason, come here now!'
My son walked over to a youth who was obviously older than he by a couple of years, and was Hispanic, or Latina in complexion, long, wavy, and unruly jet black hair.
He was bigger than Jason, taller and broader, looked like a bit of a rough lad, he was well dressed, and obviously thought he was a bit of a 'hard man'
I saw him talking with Jason, but had no idea of what was being said, except to say, it was apparent that something was being discussed, I saw this lad pointing his finger at Jason, and then clenched a fist, I was about to show myself, when I saw Jason hand over something, his money!
Now I knew, he was being bullied, well I wasn't going to have that, this would end as soon as I was home and Jason came back, I wasn't going to make a scene here, home would be where it got sorted.
I went home as soon as the boys parted, I waited for Jason, he came back about 2 hours later, without the game, I asked him where it was, he said he had changed his mind, I asked for the money back, and he made an excuse about giving it back to me later.
'Jason,' I said, 'I followed you into town, and saw you with that boy, I saw you give him your money, he is bullying you, and robbing you, isn't he?'
'Mum,' he exclaimed, 'it's not like that,' he yelled.
'Yes it is,' I responded, 'I'm not stupid, I saw him threaten you, and I saw you hand him the money, now who is he, and where does he live?' I demanded.
'I can't tell you mum, it will cause more trouble than it's worth,' he said.
'You will tell me, or I will tell your father, and then, I'll go to the police, now tell me what I want to know.' I ordered.
'Mum please, leave it,' he begged.
'Nope, I want to know, and I want to know now.' I said.
'Oh mum,' he wailed.
My heart broke, this bastard was ruining my son's life, I was going to put a stop to it if hell had me.
He told me who he was, Dex was his name and where he lived, I would have to wait until Monday, when he would be in school and his dad at work, and just hope he would be there and not at job, I found out later, he only went there for what he got out of it, which was going to be me, although I was ignorant of the fact, fate was to conspire against me, he would be at home!
Dex's apartment, which was in a bit of a seedy side of town, but never the less around I went.
I went up in the elevator, knocked on the door and waited, I looked down at myself, I realised I wasn't really dressed for this kind of confrontation, I had on a short skirt, about 4" above my shapely knees, high heels, a tightish blouse, and my hair was up in a pony tail, too late now I thought, I'm here!
My nipples were erect from the excitement I was feeling, I was scared, thrilled and annoyed, all at the same time, and my nipples always let me know they are in sync with my body, my pussy was throbbing a little as well, but no turning back now.
I had no idea I was stepping into a lions den, where I would put my head into its mouth and be devoured, how was I to know that this 18 year old boy was worldly wise, had had many sexual conquests, and had focused on married women because he knew somehow that lots, if not all, were sexually frustrated in one way or another, of which I was one, and so, I was easy prey, although I was blissfully unaware of it, but was soon to find out!
The door opened, and there he was, my son's tormentor, he surprised me by his boyish good looks, I hadn't noticed it at the mall, I said, 'you are Dex, yes?'
'Yes,' was his reply?
I brushed past him, saying, 'we have to talk and resolve some serious issues.'
I heard him behind me, and I heard him say, 'wow, what a beautiful broad.'
'Hey now,' he said, 'what can I do you for beautiful lady, Mmmm?'
I ignored the inference and play on words, and went straight in.
'You, you bastard, you are bullying and blackmailing my son Jason, and I want it to stop right here, right now, or else you will have more trouble than you could ever hope to handle, do you understand me?' I almost screamed at him.
I was losing control already, my temper was getting the better of me, and was heightening my sexual arousal, but I didn't realise it, I was more excited than I had been for a long time, boy, was my husband going to get it tonight, I thought quickly to myself.
And all he did was laugh at me in my face, 'are you threatening me are you Mrs Harton?'
'I would be very careful of that, if I were you,' he said.
'It's not a threat, it's a promise,' I yelled.
The bastard just laughed again at me, I was furious, this wasn't going the way I had played it in my mind.
'What's your first name, Mrs Harton?' he asked.
'Christine, as if that has anything to do with you!' I yelled again.
'Well Chrissy, your wonderful son is, or will be in bad trouble, if you continue to berate me like this, because I have a DVD of him shoplifting from the store where I work in security,' he smirked.
'Don't call me Chrissy,' I said, then, 'what do you mean a DVD?
This had shocked me, I didn't know about this, I didn't understand what he was meaning.
'He come's into my store fairly often, I even spotted him with you one day, and he lifted things that day too, since then I have him 4 more times, now, I can hand the DVDs over to the police, or we can come to an agreement, what do you think, Chrissy?' He said.
'Oh my God,' I whispered, 'I hadn't expected this.'
'No I don't suppose you did Chrissy,' he smiled.
I felt defeated, deflated, what would I do now? I thought.
'What do you want?' I asked quietly.
'Now, that's better Chrissy,' he said.
'Well, you are a beautiful woman, who has just charged into my apartment, and threatened me; I don't like things like that Chrissy,' he told me.
Stupidly, I told him my name was Christine, not Chrissy, I don't know why, it didn't resolve anything.
'You'll be Chrissy to me from now on babe,' he said.
I had no idea of where this was going, but I didn't like it.
'Now we can do one of three things Chrissy,' he said.