This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.
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As Andrew drove across town to pick up Maggie, as she insisted he do, he thought over what he was doing. He knew that this was really stupid. Like, the last time he'd been alone with Maggie, she'd made her move, and she had almost tempted him into cheating on Kathleen. He knew better, he really did, but when she put the pressure on him, he felt vulnerable to her abundant charms. He vowed to never let himself end up in a situation like that ever again, but... here he was, having agreed to meet with her again. Not only agreeing to meet her, but doing so knowing that he'd be seeing her completely naked... this was such a bad idea. But he had to. He had to bite the bullet and give her what she wanted, within reason, in order to be free of her for good.
He could only hope she lived up to her word. He could only hope that once she had what she wanted, she would walk away, and let this whole thing go. He could only hope that she didn't make another move on him, like she had the last time. Like she had almost every single waking moment since that day. Like she had in his dreams, and his nightmares.
Oh dear.
He knew she would try. He knew she would give it her best shot. He could only hope he had the strength and resolve to resist her. Through this whole thing, he had stayed strong. He had found the will to resist her, and this strengthened him. He could do this. He could fight off any effort she made to seduce him and be done with her for good. Fight her off, go back to Kathleen, and continue on with their amazing life together.
He needed to end this with Maggie. He needed to be done with her. She had driven him crazy in the last few months, since that day at the beach. She had stolen all his attention, and her unending stalking of him was driving him insane. To just make things normal again, and just get back to the status quo, he just needed to get through this photo shoot unscathed.
With a deep breath, he pulled up to Maggie's apartment and parked his car. Stepping out, breathing in the sticky morning air, he knew this was the moment he'd been both waiting for and dreading.
Might as well get on with it.
Knowing the way, he ascended the stairs and moved towards her place. Knocking at her door, he heard some noises from behind the entryway. He was surprised when the door opened quickly, and there stood Maggie, smiling brightly.
"I'm ready!" Maggie announced, holding up her bag, like a kid ready to go to an amusement park. She looked relaxed in her comfortable outfit, thin fleece pants, low-slung on her hips, with her bare midriff exposed, her cute navel catching his eye. Up top, she had on a simple red tank top, which of course clung to her enormous bust. She also had on a thin pullover, left unzipped. Her hair and make-up was all done up, ready for the shoot. Overall, she looked relaxed, but sexy.
"Oh, uh, okay," Andrew said, taken off guard. Usually, she drug her feet and waited till the last moment to be ready, but not this time. Behind her, her apartment was still kinda messy, but less so than usual. He was mildly impressed.
"You ready, or do you want to come in?" the British model offered, relatively innocently.
"Um... no. We can get going," Andrew said, knowing better.
"Okay..." Maggie said with a nod, stepping out and closing the door behind her, locking it. Andrew led her along the balcony, not looking back. "Thanks for coming out! I really appreciate it! Despite, you know... despite everything, I do appreciate everything! Besides, I don't know if my car can make it too far anymore." This was a lie. Her car was still crappy, but it was still running fine. In fact, she had made enough money through her site and with some of these other shoots too, at the very least, upgrade her car to one made in the last decade, and get a place in a slightly better neighborhood, but she was holding off. This way of life made her seem more vulnerable, making the married man subconsciously more compelled to help her out. And besides, if all worked out, her standard of life would soon increase tenfold.
"You know..." Andrew began, glancing back at Maggie, trying to ignore her jiggling breasts as she walked. "We don't have to pretend to be friends. We both know why this happening. Let's not pretend this is something it's not," he said coolly. She pursed her lips and scowled.
"Oh, hush," she said. "You don't have to be so grumpy! Why can't we just have fun? That'll make this so much easier." Andrew didn't reply as he descended the stairs, her following. "And besides, I do know why we're doing this, and so do you... because we're in love! Haha!" Andrew looked back at her and scowled, a fact which only made her giggle. "Oh c'mon, babe. Loosen up! I'm making you take sexy pictures of a naked, big-breasted slut. It's not like I'm making you strangle puppies or something. You don't have it that bad!" Andrew didn't look back at her, but he did roll his eyes.
He popped open the trunk, allowing her to stash her bag. Once that was done, she joined him in the car, plopping down in the passenger seat, tapping her hands against the armrests excitedly. Glancing at him, she smiled, but he still played it cool. He turned on the car and began driving.
They were going to a new location, a bit out of town, but it was a place he'd been to when taking pictures, and it would be worth the wait. However, it did mean that he would be stuck in a car with the woman who'd been stalking him nonstop for weeks. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, but he didn't bite.
"You know, I didn't mean any harm with all the stuff I did," Maggie stated. "It was all just a bit of fun, really." He glanced over at her, his gaze cold. Again, her plump lips curled up in a smile, unaffected by his chilly demeanor. "Like I said, the only thing I ever wanted was for you to keep taking my picture. I just had to convince you to stop being such a prat and just do it!" He glanced at her again before looking away, trying to focus on the road.
"Maggie," he began, unable to stop himself. "You stalk me, you blow up my phone day after day, even after I asked you to stop. You follow me around. You break into not just my office but my house! You record footage of both me and my wife in our most intimate moments! So no... I'm not gonna be cool with that!"
"It does sound kinda bad when you list it all off like that, don't it?" she said, her sexy accent catching his ear, softening the blow somewhat. "Yeah, I guess you might be right. Maybe I did cross the line. But, again... the only thing I wanted was for you to take my picture again, and here we are, so... I guess it worked out, right?" she chirped pleasantly. Andrew, obviously, was unconvinced.
He didn't really engage with her much as they drove, despite how friendly and effervescent she was being. She would sing along to a song on the radio, or tapping the armrests with her hands, a bunch of annoying things to make his blood boil. He couldn't just ignore all the bad stuff she did. He couldn't reward her for that behavior by acting like everything was just normal. No, he just couldn't. So, he just drove, and tried his best to ignore her whenever she tried to converse with him. She was undeterred by his chilliness, and continued to talk with him like everything was normal. As this went on, he just wanted to get to their destination and just get this done with.
Part of him was legitimately excited to reach where they going. He had discovered this amazing little cove, with white sand, relatively clear water, lined with palm trees, lush green plants, spectacular rock formations, and little mini waterfalls. It was a very photogenic spot, a location few really knew about, a place that had yielded some of his best pictures. And now, he was taking Maggie there. He feared he was tainting this cove's purity with her corrupt ways. Part of him regretted the idea of taking her there, but once he came up with the idea, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to go there. He loved this location, and he couldn't resist the urge to return. And besides... she'd look really fucking good there. The pictures would be amazing. Stopping at the edge of the park, Maggie was confused, not seeing much of anything.
"This is it?" Maggie asked.
