This story could also go in Non-Consent, Reluctance; if that isn't your thing, you've been warned.
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At forty four years old I, Dalton Phillips, had all of the trappings of success, including a big brokerage account, a prestigious job, a beautiful home in a ritzy neighborhood, a Tesla, and a family that by outward appearances was close knit. I also was well-regarded in the community because I gave of my time and money for worthy causes. I personally helped out at the local food bank once a week, with a panel truck that I personally rented drove boy scouts around to pick up donations on their frequent food drives, and gave more than 200 thousand dollars a year to worthy causes. While I would never be mistaken for George Clooney, I wasn't bad looking, and the roughly twelve hours a week that I spent in the gym or the jogging or bike trails kept me in good shape -- for a forty four year old with a desk job.
So why was I restless and unfulfilled?
I no longer was in love with my forty six year old wife Tiffany, and although not a cause and effect relationship she was no longer interested in sex. Trappings of success, golf, spa trips, and socializing with women similarly situated, were her joys in life. She didn't act like a mean shrew toward me -- otherwise I would have divorced her regardless of the adverse effect that it would might have on my life style (which fortunately was mitigated by a prenup that her father insisted that we sign) -- but she was merely polite; and fake. Having always had a high libido, and still in good shape, I needed release -- but my moral compass (as well as the effect that it would have on my standing in the community) ruled out having an affair. Tiffany still looked really good so I would still like to fuck her, even though my emotional attachment had waned.
My daughters were twenty and twenty two and in college and graduate school, respectively. They had been pleasant as children and early teens but to my great disappointment had not taken to giving back to the community and didn't have the social conscience that I desired. They were getting more materialistic, like their mother had over the years, and had developed a sense of entitlement.
Once I started to realize that my love for Tiffany had virtually vanished, I started salting money (that I paid tax on) away in hidden accounts. It was possible to do that while maintaining our life style since my business started increasing significantly at the same time that my love life started plummeting.
This was the state of my life at the time that new neighbors moved in next door -- Harrison and Karina Thompson with their two young daughters Haley and Kristen, who were seven and five, respectively.
Harrison and Karina were unlikely additions to the neighborhood because they were only twenty nine and twenty seven, respectively, and it was hard to understand how they could afford the multi-million house that they lived in. While Harrison was an attorney (although I was never impressed with his intellect, although he was unequivocally a nice guy who anyone would like) and someday might make big bucks, on their move-in date he was an associate with a law firm and could not possibly afford the house they moved into. I thought that maybe they had rich parents or an inheritance, but never was nosy enough to inquire about it.
Harrison and Karina are both very pleasant and decent people, and Karina is also very intelligent. Haley and Kristen are delights -- cute and well-mannered with just enough sass to make them fun. There was one other distinguishing feature that one of the members of the Thompson family had -- Karina is a sultry as any woman that I have ever seen; not just live, but in print or on any screen.
In my view of the world, sultry is the epitome of sexy. It is sexy with an allure that is impossible to define precisely, but that is apparent to anyone with any powers of observancy. Karina didn't and doesn't necessarily dress provocatively, although when even in an understated bikini or one piece suit at her backyard pool it is not possible for her to hide her assets. Nor does she act flirtatious. She simply carries herself with the confidence that someone with her outstanding looks and intelligence should have, without in the slightest way being haughty, condescending, or conceited.
I became much better friends with the Thompsons than Tiffany did. While Karina made an effort to get to know Tiffany and had several social gatherings with her when the Thompsons first moved in, that only lasted about a month. After that Tiffany had little nice to say about the Thompsons in general, and Karina in particular; I really do think that it was jealousy by Tiffany that made her dislike Karina, and my attention to the Thompson family probably irritated Tiffany. However, at that point in time I didn't give a shit whether Tiffany liked me interacting with the Thompsons or not. So I became an unofficial "uncle" to Haley and Kristen, and good friends with Harrison and Karina.
I was especially pleased that besides being fun loving kids, both Haley and Kristen were already developing a social conscience. They had natural empathy, and their parents were bringing them up to have concern for others; good parenting in my book. Several times they even rode with me in the panel truck when I was helping with food drives with the boy scouts, and they were delighted when one of the scouts would ask for their help in arranging the collected donated items in the truck interior, or in unloading the truck when we delivered the items to the food bank.
I occasionally played golf with or went to ballgames with Harrison, and when Harrison wasn't around I took Karina and the kids to the park or zoo, or to play miniature golf. I even went with Karina to two business functions when Tiffany declined to attend because it interfered with her own selfish activities -- of course with Harrison's permission and when he could conveniently watch the kids.
Bringing Karina to a business function was a real experience. Initially it had the effect of making every man there jealous of me, and having every female either think that I must really be hot shit or hate me for stepping out on my wife. However, by the end of both evenings when people became apprised of our relationship, and got to talk to Karina and were influenced by her charm, the ultimate effect was simply an enhanced level of respect for me.
After the second event, about six months after the Thompsons had moved in next door, I jokingly told Karina that I should give her a percentage of any new business my company (which I was the CEO and sole stockholder of) got as a result of her attendance. Surprisingly, instead of merely laughing with me Karina just got a diabolical smile on her face.
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The Saturday morning after the second business meeting that Karina attended with me, she stopped by my house shortly after Tiffany left for a spa treatment. "Hey, Dalton -- how about we go to the park this morning."
"Sure," I replied, since I wasn't needed at the food bank that day, and always enjoyed being around Karina and her kids. "What time?"
"I'll drive," she replied, "come over to my driveway in twenty minutes, OK?"
"I'll be there," I grinned.
I was truly surprised when I got to Karina's car and the kids weren't there. "Where are Haley and Kristen?" I inquired.
"Just the two of us today -- I have some questions to ask you," Karina smiled.
Though surprised, I wasn't about to be deterred, so I got in the passenger's seat. In the quick drive to the park we just had light banter. When we got there, Karina pulled a blanket and some drinks out of the trunk and we walked over to a shady secluded spot and sat down.
"I hope that I'm not being too nosy or forward, but I'd like to ask you some questions about your business -- if you don't mind, Dalton. Maybe even some about your personal life," Karina opened the conversation after taking a swig from a twelve ounce bottle of seltzer.
