I, Phil Beacon, was a fairly happily married guy with a problem. There was a woman, Mary Johnson, who worked two buildings over from mine that I had a schoolboy-like crush on. I admit that it was not the type of relationship you would expect a forty year old father of two, like me, to have. It was classic infatuation. The mature part of my personality constantly chastised me for even thinking about Mary and told me to wise up. However the more primitive part of my personality told me to "go for it; throw caution to the wind." As a result, I was having a really hard time dealing with the situation, and it preoccupied my time and sapped my energy.
One reason that I was having such a hard time dealing with my situation was because Mary didn't discourage me; in fact, all signs were that she encouraged me. Her encouragement was despite the fact that she was married to a wealthy businessman -- she only worked part time for something to do, not because of any financial need -- and on the weekends and on various travels she loved the high flying life style that his money could provide.
Making matters even stranger, I don't think that the average guy would consider Mary's looks to be overpowering, and may have a hard time identifying with my covetousness. While there is no doubt that Mary is cute and has a nice female body, she certainly is not voluptuous, movie-star gorgeous, or instantaneously erotic. In fact, probably six or seven out of ten average men would think that my wife Melissa is better-looking.
What Mary does have, however, to a much greater extent than any other woman that I have ever met in my life, are smoky "fuck-me" eyes, a seductive voice, and the ability through eye contact to make you feel like the most important person in the world. Combine that with her perfect posture, confidence, and intelligence, and you have-- in my humble opinion -- one helluva sultry woman.
After months of internal conflict I came to the conclusion that what I needed was a week-long fuck fest with Mary to get her out of my system. Then, I convinced myself, I could stop being preoccupied with her, and be a more productive employee and a better husband and father.
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I met Mary almost by accident. On the first perfect spring day a little more than a year ago in an open courtyard in our office building complex some particularly adventurous and/or juvenile guys were playing Frisbee. Mary was sitting on a bench with a female friend; both had sodas in plastic cups sitting next to them. The friend, Alice, is a plain looking but very friendly woman who I subsequently got to know before she moved away about six months after I met her. An errant Frisbee was on line to knock over both of their plastic cups of soda as I was passing by, and hero that I am I saved the day by catching the Frisbee before it did its damage. I could tell during the lead-up to the incident that many of those in the courtyard were irritated by the three Frisbee players since they were disturbing the tranquility of the first real day of spring, so after I caught it I made a perfect lob of the flying disc into a garbage can about five meters away -- a lucky toss.
One of the players yelled something at me but since I was twice his size he didn't do anything about it aside from retrieve the disc. Once he retrieved the disc several people near the garbage can asked him politely, and not so politely, to terminate his disturbance of the serenity of the venue, so the three players stalked off somewhere else.
"Nice catch, and toss," Alice said with a smile.
"You must have had an at least partially wasted youth," Mary chimed in, her seductive voice making her innocuous comment one of the most pleasant sentences that I had ever heard.
"I live only to serve damsels in distress," I chuckled, pretending to tip a non-existent hat as I bowed. They both laughed heartily.
"Can I offer you some chips for your trouble?" Mary asked.
"If I can sit between you two fine young specimens to enjoy them," I shot back -- and then after a pause continued "unless you are famous movie stars here incognito and wouldn't lower yourself to interact with a commoner."
They both laughed then moved their drinks. Alice told me to have a seat, and Mary held out her bag of chips.
After ten minutes of conversation it was clear that we enjoyed each other's company, and the three of us met for lunch many times after that. After Alice moved away, Mary and I continued to meet for lunch, at least a half dozen times played hooky for a couple of hours and went to an art, car, or home show that we were both interested in, and developed a real friendship -- and me my fascination with her.
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I was in a quandary about whether to pursue my belief that if I had a week-long fuck fest with Mary that I could get her out of my system when the local newspaper had a very extensive article about a woman who had unsuccessfully tried to pull off a fake kidnapping, and how the authorities had determined that it was fake. A 100 watt incandescent lightbulb lit up in my head.
On almost the same day that I read the fake kidnapping article, I got good news at work. I was being promoted, and was being sent to a resort about three hours' drive away for a seminar. When I looked at the seminar schedule I saw that it was far from taxing -- meetings only four hours a day, and no required social events -- and that it was a reward as well as having a business purpose. Now a 500 watt halogen lightbulb turned on in my mind.
The third thing that happened only a few days later was when on a Tuesday Mary and I played hooky for two hours around lunch time and went to a Salvador Dali exhibition that had just opened up in one of the local art museums. During the exhibition, as we were viewing "Melting Watch," Mary remarked -- totally unsolicited -- "I really enjoy these outings with you Phil; they're a break from my boring existence."
"I thought that you had fun every weekend and on high flying trips while spending scads of money," I replied, surprised by her comment.
"That was before my husband Burt's business started going in the toilet. Now all we do is sit around the house. I might have to start working full time if things don't improve for him shortly," she sighed.
"What's the problem?"
"He used to have high visibility, but for some reason his business doesn't have name recognition any more. He let his advertising and marketing slide, and now he's afraid to invest the money he needs to jump start his visibility campaign for fear of going bankrupt if it doesn't work," she responded, again with a sigh.
This time the light bulb in my brain was a 2000 watt high pressure sodium light source!
"Why do you have an evil grin on your face?" Mary asked, a little non-plussed since what she had told me was hardly something happy.
"I'm sorry -- I just came up with a great idea. Since you no longer live the high-life on the weekends is there a time that we could meet for a couple of hours this Saturday?" I inquired.
After a pause and some contemplation Mary smiled and said "Sure; how about in the morning on Saturday at Grant Park?"
"My kids' soccer games are in the afternoon, so that should work -- I'll double-check their schedules, but unless something has changed how about 9 a. m. at the fountain?"
"Sounds like a plan," she grinned -- and then squeezed my hand. (Instant boner!)
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The rest of the week I spent time researching fake kidnappings -- on a computer that I bought at a yard sale solely for that purpose and leaching on one of my neighbor's Internet service that wasn't password protected, and which computer I would be recycling afterward. I found out the main problems with failed fake kidnappings -- ineptly trying to recover ransom money, making threats and demands that were per se illegal, trying to keep fabricated stories straight, and just plainly being greedy and/or stupid.
The ordinariness of Mary's name was also a fortuitous circumstance that would make things even easier if we were smart about them.
Of course my plan would be worthless unless Mary had the same desire that I did -- a week long fuck fest. Therefore, before describing my plan I had to see if Mary was as interested in a little extra-curricular carnal pleasure as I was.
I tried to look my best for Saturday morning when I told Melissa that I had "to go into the office for a few hours so that I can get to the kids' games and fully enjoy the rest of the weekend." I was very encouraged when Mary showed up also looking her best.
After a greeting hug and an exchange of a few pleasantries it was obvious that Mary was intrigued by the mystery surrounding my Tuesday comments, especially since I had smilingly refused to elaborate on them when we met for lunch on Thursday.
"OK, what gives Phil -- what's the great idea that you have?" she chuckled.
"Let me be perfectly honest about how I feel about you -- and unless my feelings are reciprocated there's no reason to go further," I started out. I gulped but my fear dissipated when a diabolical grin appeared on her face.
"Mary I am balls out besotted with you. You are in my thoughts every day. There is something about you that just fascinates, stimulates, and arouses me to the extent that it sometimes interferes with my daily life. I...I...I think that the only way that I'll stop fantasizing about you is if we go someplace together and I fuck your brains out for a few days," I somehow got out, followed by a sigh, cough, and gulp.
Mary just stared at me for a long time -- it probably seemed longer than it really was -- with that diabolical grin still plastered on her face. Finally she spoke: "What if a fuck fest doesn't satisfy you? What then?"
I gulped once more. "I'll cross that bridge if I come to it," I spat out.
"Hypothetically speaking, say I was interested; say that I thought that it might be a perfect way out of the malaise I have been wallowing in the last few months; say that I would like a shot at you as much as you would at me. How could we possibly go about it without ruining our marriages, social standing, and reputations?" she quizzed, still with that diabolical grin.
