The weeks had slid by and it was now several months since Tina Carson had been unfaithful to her husband Jim again. It had been the occasion of David's leaving party; he being her mentor and co-worker at Bromptons Department Store. He'd introduced her to his friend Mark Bailey who had clearly taken a liking to her and did everything he could to seduce her. Giving her copious amounts of alcohol had certainly helped him in his quest. Inviting her back to his apartment to continue the party had been his final act and had led to a memorable night in which he got to fuck Tina not once but twice.
Of course she'd not gone back to his apartment with the intention of cheating. He'd told her that David and his girlfriend would join them there, which they did eventually but not before Mark had taken advantage of Tina's inebriated state and her considerably lowered ability to resist.
Once more she'd let herself be taken advantage of when heavily under the influence of drink. Over the following days a now sober and contrite Tina was horrified when she began to receive text messages from Mark asking her if she would meet up with him. He was fairly explicit in what he wanted to do to her.
She assumed that he had got hold of her mobile number through David and this worried her sick. The last thing she needed was for her husband to find out about her latest indiscretion. She sent a short text back to Mark telling him that she wanted nothing more to do with him and that it had all been one huge mistake. At first he didn't seem to want to take no for an answer but eventually he got the message and stopped bothering her. She deleted all his text messages as soon as she could.
Of course she felt guilty and full of remorse at her betrayal yet again of her marriage vows and tried hard to make amends by being a loving and attentive wife to her husband Jim.
Whilst she had offered herself to Jim on numerous occasions, he had only taken advantage of her on their respective birthdays and unfortunately the sex hadn't been great by any means. She found herself making comparisons between Jim, Rob and Mark and this made her feel even more disgusted with herself. Was she becoming dissatisfied with her husband's abilities in the bedroom?
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It was mid summer and Tina was alone in her car driving to Molly's party. She was running late and it didn't help that she didn't really know where she was going. Molly lived out in the countryside and it truly was a rural setting as her house was not even close to a village. Whilst Tina had SatNav, the signal from it was intermittent to say the least. Even so, she thought she'd be completely buggered without it.
"Finally!" she declared out loud, mightily relieved as her SatNav finally signalled to tell her she had arrived at her destination. She turned into the driveway and parked up. Walking to the front door she rang the doorbell. She could hear music pounding away and the laughter and chatter of people inside.
Molly opened the door. "Tina, she cried, "you made it..." she peered over Tina's shoulder, "...and where's Jim?"
Tina pulled a face. "Yeah, Hi Molly, err, sorry but Jim's not coming, he's not very well. He's really bummed about it and sends his apologies. I was going to stop home with him but he insisted that I come...so here I am. I hope that's okay?"
"Don't be silly, of course it's okay. It's a shame about Jim though. It's nothing serious is it?" Molly asked.
Tina shook her head. "No not really. He's seen his doctor and he thinks he should be okay in a couple of days. He's given him some tablets, which hopefully should help, although they did zonk him out."
"Well that's fine then," Molly said. She crinkled her nose. "Never mind, at least you've been able to make it. Come on in, we'll take your bag to your room and then I'll get you a drink."
Molly worked with Tina's husband Jim and although Tina didn't know her that well she had met her a couple of times at functions held by Jim's work. She'd got on well with her from the start, as she had with some of the other women Jim worked with.
This had led to the invite to Molly's party and an overnight stop due to the distance to travel. It was just as well that Molly's house was an old sprawling farmhouse that she and her husband were still renovating.
"Here we are," Molly said, as they entered a bedroom. "I'm sorry that it's so far away from the other rooms but it was the only other one that was habitable."
"That's fine Molly," Tina replied, "as long as it's got a bed, I don't mind at all."
After depositing her bag on the bed, Tina followed Molly back to the main house and the party.
"It really is a bit of a rabbit warren Molly," Tina said after they seemed to have been walking for a while, passing empty room after empty room.
"You're not kidding," Molly laughed, "it's going to take some time to do it all up."
"I hope you've got deep pockets," Tina said, "it's looks like it's going to cost you a fortune."
"You're not wrong there," Molly replied with a smile as they finally made it into the kitchen. "Now what can I get you to drink?"
Tina looked at the vast array of booze on the counter. She had promised herself that she wouldn't drink much. She was beginning to realise that she lost control of herself when drunk and with Jim not there to protect her or keep her on the straight and narrow she didn't want to put herself in any unpleasant situation.
"I think I'll have a lager to start with please if you don't mind," she said.
As Molly passed her drink to her Tina didn't realise that she was being observed.
"Hey up...babe alert!" Mick Fenton had spotted Tina briefly as soon as she had arrived and was led upstairs by Molly. Very nice he thought as he looked her over again. Tina was an attractive, curvy shaped woman with short blonde hair, about 5'6" tall. But it was her body that had really grabbed Mick's attention. She was stacked. You could tell that even though she was wearing a loose fitting top.
He nudged the woman stood next to him. "Who's the babe then Yvonne?" he said pointing towards Tina.
"The babe!...Jeez Mick, you really can be a pig sometimes," Yvonne replied with mock distaste.
Mick laughed at her. "Yeah, I know," he replied proudly. "So...come on then...who is she?"
Oh that's Tina," Yvonne stated, peering across the room, "she's Jim's wife."
"Oh really," Mick said, "so which is Jim?"
Yvonne scanned the room. "I can't see him. He doesn't appear to be here. Hang on...you're not thinking..." She looked at him sideways. "Oh my god...you are. I'm telling you Mick, leave her alone. She's happily married to Jim."
Mick smiled at her, winked and nodded.
"Oh...okay, let's go over and find out where Jim is then," she replied resignedly.
They walked over, skilfully avoiding the people gyrating to the music on the improvised dance floor.
"Hi Tina," Yvonne said as they reached her, "how are you?"
"Yvonne, oh hi, great to see you, I'm good thanks," Tina replied, her smile lighting up her face. She was glad to see another one of Jim's work colleagues that she knew.
