Earlier this year my company began downsizing and I was caught in the second round of layoffs. Management had hoped that Obama's stimulus package would help turn around the company's prospects, but the recession was getting worse month by month. After a few months of a fruitless job search Mike, my husband, and I decided that it was time to start a family. His job seemed fairly secure so I began working on becoming a mommy. I stopped taking birth control and began taking prenatal vitamins. The doctor told me I had to get Mike to use protection for at least sixty days, ninety days to be safe, after I stopped taking birth control. Of course Mike never really like wearing condoms so we basically stopped having intercourse.
In the meantime I sat around the house and waited and waited and waited. Two weeks into my new career as a baby machine I was going stir crazy. Then I found Facebook. I created a profile and began reconnecting with old friends from High School and College. I spent quite a bit of time on the site for a couple of weeks before I got a friend request from Ted. We were an item in college. I had always assumed we would get married, but in the end he broke my heart when he left for law school. I hadn't talked to him since.
For some reason I knew that I shouldn't press the 'accept' button. I sat at my computer for what seemed like an eternity thinking of all the reasons why I shouldn't connect with him. Finally, I held my breath and hit 'accept'. To my surprise nothing happened, at least not right away.
That evening Mike and I were multitasking, halfway watching TV while playing on our laptops. I was startled when Ted sent me a message via Facebook chat. I knew I was doing something wrong when I realized I was wet just thinking about responding. We chatted for ten minutes before Ted suggested we grab lunch the next day. Ted had moved back to town after he finished law school. I knew it was a mistake, but I agreed.
The next morning I spent two hours trying on dresses until I found one that made me look 'hot' enough. By the time I was ready I barely had enough time to get the to restaurant. I saw Ted immediately when I stepped in the restaurant. He stood up as I walked to the table. Ted looked amazing. More mature than I remembered, but just as handsome. We talked and ate for two hours. I had read his entire Facebook wall the night before so I was pretty much up to speed on his life. He wasn't married, but he was seeing a couple of women casually. He knew I was married and trying to have a baby. He enjoyed the fact that I was trying so hard to impress him. He guessed that I hadn't told my husband about our meeting. He enjoyed that fact even more. We might have spent the entire afternoon catching up, but Ted had a client meeting.
Ted walked me to my car and when I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek he turned to face me kissing me on the lips. We both lingered for a moment, but I began to blush and turned away. I got into the car and drove away without looking back. I was so turned on I was afraid what I would do if I did.
That night I begged Mike to make love, but he didn't have a condom. I tried to get him to do it anyway, but he told me he would get some for the next day. I laid in bed next to my husband and masturbated as I remembered what it was like to make love to Ted. He was always amazing in bed. Ted was my first.
The next day there was a knock at our door, it was Ted. I opened the door and before I could say anything he took me in his arms and began kissing me. At first I kissed him back. It was as if I was back in college. He was so strong, so handsome. Then reality came rushing back. I pushed him off and retreated into the house. Ted followed me and I tried to explain that we couldn't. That I couldn't betray Mike.
Ted wasn't listening. He pushed me against the wall, pulled up my dress, pushed my panties aside and slid his finger inside of me. I was soaking wet and moaned as I felt the pressure of his finger against my clit. With his body pressed against me, with his other hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. Everything was happening so quickly. I begged him to stop. I repeated, "No, No. Please, No" over and over again.
Ted pulled his finger out of me and replaced it with his penis. I was in shock. I began crying, screaming almost. I told him he was raping me. I begged him to stop. He wasn't listening. He just kept ramming his cock into me. It was beginning to hurt. My lubrication was wearing off and I wasn't turned on, I was mortified. Why was he doing this I thought to myself. It was as if it wasn't actually happening.
Ted finally ejaculated inside of me and stopped. I collapsed to the floor and sobbed as Ted left. After an hour or so I stopped crying and took a shower. I decided I wouldn't tell Mike, I couldn't tell him. That night Mike wanted to make love, he had picked up condoms, but for obvious reasons to me I wasn't the least bit interested.
