First off, I must say that I love my husband. I had never cheated on him in all the years we've known each other and I never thought in a million years that I'd be one of 'those' women, the ones who have something good and manage to fuck it up. And he's never given me a reason to stray. It's just that sometimes temptation hits you in a way that you just cannot resist; no matter how hard you fight it. At least that's the way it happened for me.
I had been on my job for 10 years. I won't tell you where I work or even what I look like because this could fall in the wrong hands and the last thing I want is to be recognized. If my husband were to ever find out what a shameful slut I'd been it would absolutely ruin my life. However, there are a couple of things I that I can say. One, I was a supervisor at an age where most people are still struggling to make it out the mail room. Also, despite some of the compliments I've received from my male co-workers, I considered myself to be kind of average in the looks department. I mean, I felt good about my appearance and I always dressed to accentuate my assets, but I didn't think I was up there with supermodels or anything like that, just an attractive woman who just happened to be damn good at her job.
The man who would turn out to be my kryptonite had just started in my department. He was a transfer from another division and I gotta say he wasn't the type of guy that girls fall for at first glance, at least not to me; in fact, I hardly noticed him. Everything he wore was stylish yet understated, from his turtle shell glasses to his navy blue Brooks Brothers suit (and matching tie) to his black wingtips. Yes he had the corporate uniform down pat, but the effect didn't bowl me over. Besides, it isn't like I never saw a man in a suit before. But I guess there was something about him that was impressive; everywhere he walked he had the girls in the office turning heads. I wasn't going to ask any of them what they saw in him, I had chided them too many times for perving on the new guys to do that. I decided to take a second look, you know, just to see what all the fuss was about.
The first thing I noticed was the way he moved. It was like a lion in the wild going in for the kill, all power and grace and suddenness. Maybe the reason I didn't notice it at first is because I didn't want to notice. Once I did, one word came to mind immediately: Dangerous. Not dangerous in the sense that he looked like a dangerous guy, more like dangerous to my marriage. Because the more I looked at him move the more wheels started turning in my head. Like how it would feel to be pursued by this powerful looking man, this animalistic hunter, and what it would feel like if he caught me. Of course I've seen attractive men before and even flirted with a few since I'd been married, but I'd never crossed the line. I had self-control, or so I told myself.
When we began working together I noticed a second thing, something that eventually ripped my vaunted self-control to shreds. It was the eyes, those damn eyes! Hazel with flecks of green, dancing with a hint of mischief, his eyes started talking to me. His words were always polite, never condescending, sarcastic, or even remotely sexual, but his eyes told a different story. They read all my movements, always assessing, and then he'd give me a half-smile, almost to say, "I know what you're thinking, and the answer is YES." I couldn't tell which one to believe, his words or those calculating eyes. The confusion had me on edge and yes, horny. It was almost like a conditioned response; seeing him move about the office had my heart pounding, when he smiled my pussy got instantly wet. And yet when we had an occasion to talk his words were completely innocent. Not a hint of innuendo, not a compliment on how I look, nothing but business related topics. His eyes were the furthest thing from innocent. They promised passion beyond anything I could imagine. They promised sweat-soaked sheets and multiple orgasms. Despite my marriage, despite all the criticisms I leveled at all cheaters, I found that I wanted to believe his eyes. I desperately wanted to see if he could deliver.
The uncertainty held me back. Men had always been straight-forward with me, always let me know when they wanted me and what they wanted me for. I had some guys try the subtle approach, but there was always something, a stray comment here, an attempted touch there, something I could point to just to let me know where I stood. With him though, it was like he was two different people. What if all he was interested in was business, that his eyes did that to everyone? Somehow, whether by accident or design, he had sparked some kind of challenge in me. I was determined to find out if he actually wanted me. I was so far gone by that point, never considering what would happen if he actually did want me.
