Hello, my name is Marina Carter. Something happened recently that I know you'll find shocking. After remaining faithful to my husband for twenty years I gave in to my baser emotions and ended up having a sordid affair. As exciting as it can feel being caught up in the passion of a torrid love affair, my sensibilities are still unsure at this point. Sometimes my conscious makes me feel guilty about corrupting David in such a licentious manner. For although I may have started out with unintended goals by the end I found myself actively trying to seduce my young lover, who just also happens to be my own son. But I'm getting ahead of myself; I'd rather explain what happened from the beginning.
I suppose part of what's happening can be clearly blamed on my marriage. My husband Roy can be a real jerk. He always finds excuses to get out of doing anything, and has all but abdicated any responsibility as a husband or father. Roy works in a factory; I guess I'll give him credit for holding down a job, but he's never brought much home with him beyond his paycheck. My husband spends most of his free time out with his friends. They often go bowling, a lot of times they go out drinking, sometimes I have no idea what they're up to. Is Roy having an affair? I doubt it. He's not the type women exactly drool over. Roy and his beer belly friends are probably at a baseball game or something else I'm not interested in those other times he's away from home.
I, on the other hand, have had to down plenty of advances from men other than my husband. Even though I'm nearly forty I still turn a lot of heads when I walk down the street with my hourglass figure, which has remained relatively firm after all these years. My full breasts get noticed a lot from men; its funny watching them pretend not to focus on them when they're talking to me. At times the stares annoy me, but considering how lousy my love life is with my husband I usually appreciate the fact that the opposite sex still finds me attractive. Many people tell me I'm a beautiful woman actually, and I've never felt particularly insecure with my looks. I have long, thick, raven hair, and being half Greek have smooth olive skin, dark eyes, and exotic features.
My appearance probably helps me with my job too. I work in a large department store selling perfume. As you might expect a lot of women come in there looking for a fragrance that makes them feel sexy, and they're much more willing to trust a saleswoman that fits the part. Men often come to my counter for advice on what they should buy their wives or girlfriends. Sometimes a customer would tell me all about his or her relationship, and I admit I'd get a bit jealous. Every day I'd meet someone whose deeply in love and it would remind me how rotten my marriage is. Some people would even tell me intimate details about their love life. They usually added something like: "Of course someone like you must have plenty of stories to tell." I'd smile back and tell them how I was married to a handsome, passionate man who treated me like a queen, all the while fighting back the urge to scream what a clown he really is.
I've worked at this job for seven years, and over that time I've had all sorts of men ask me out. And at times I've been tempted to accept, god how I've been tempted. Despite my bad marriage I've never been the type to cheat, so I've treated the flirting I do with men as nothing more than a harmless game. I must confess, however, that sometimes it really turns me on, especially when the man I'm talking to is good-looking. I've been approached by some very seductive men, and have had some very racy, spine tingling conversations with them. One thing that especially gets my heart racing is flirting with a younger man. All my life my dates have been older boys, then older men, and my husband is several years older than me too; maybe its something I've been more comfortable with in the past. I'd never even regarded younger men as possible lovers. When men young enough to be my children started hitting on me I felt it was kind of odd at first, but it soon became exciting too, and eventually became a real turn on of mine.
As I said earlier, other men have often pursued me, but I've never given in to those temptations. However things started changing a couple of years ago. I think my sex drive must have reached its peak, because I felt like I was constantly in heat or something. It became increasingly difficult for me to turn men down, although I always managed to succeed. My thoughts were getting more and more sexual though. Unlike the past, after rejecting a sexy man's advances I'd now imagine what he was like in bed, particularly if he was a young, virile stud. Some of the fantasies I'd have about other men were so dirty they were downright sluttish. I didn't know what had come over me; I felt like I was losing control. The pressure building in me was so great I felt like I was going to burst. I turned into a sexual inferno, practically attacking my husband with my lust, but he lacked interest, spurning me most of the time. And even when we did have sex, it wasn't very good. If you're wondering how I ended up with such a louse that's a story unto itself; I'll just say that things weren't always so bad between us. I admit Roy was never much of a lover, but sex had never been a priority with me earlier in our marriage. Now I felt like it was, and I felt hornier and more unsatisfied than ever. I tried to deny it, but deep down I think I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in to my needs. I just never thought it'd be my son.
One day I managed to convince Roy that we needed to get away for awhile, just the two of us. It was probably silly of me to think I could fix the problems between us so easily, but part of me was desperate to try. It took a lot of goading on my part, but he finally relented, and we agreed upon taking a two-week vacation to Mexico. Roy made the plans and I was actually in a good mood for a while, thinking the location might put him in a romantic mood. A month before we were set to go, however, Roy had an accident at work. It was nothing serious, but it meant he would be unable to work for a few months. Traveling, of course, was out of the question.
"Oh well," I told him, "we can just re-schedule." Roy had a look of anxiety on his face, and as much as I'd love to believe it was due to not wanting to disappoint me, I knew there was something more. "What is it, Roy?" I asked.
"Well Marina," he began slowly, "everything on the trip's non-refundable. I can't cancel it now."
"I should have known better than to trust you making the arrangements, you cheap bastard," I fumed back. We argued for some time over what we should do next. Finally, my husband suggested I go without him.
"That sort of defeats the purpose, doesn't it," I replied, "I wanted this to be a romantic getaway for us." He told me I needed a vacation, that I seemed more on edge lately (that was definitely true), and that we could take another vacation later. Roy indicated that I should go with one of my friends instead. I thought about it, and a sense of uneasiness began growing inside of me. I thought about how easy it would be to have an affair on a trip, so many miles away from home. If I went with a friend it wouldn't be that difficult to ditch her. I might not even have to, as none of my friends like Roy and some of them have even encouraged me to get something on the side. I looked at my husband and the dull look on his face and it made me bite my lip in frustration; he really had no idea how hard it had been just staying faithful to him as of late. My god, only a week before a cute guy had asked me out when I was working out at the gym. Exercising always makes me feel a little turned on to begin with and that, combined with the stud's rugged good looks, made for an intoxicating solicitation. It took all of my willpower not to go back to his place with him and screw his brains out. I knew I couldn't trust myself for two weeks in Mexico all alone. It was then that I came up with an idea. Our son David was coming home from college soon and I suggested that I go with him, knowing I wouldn't have courage to cheat on Roy with our son nearby. My husband wholeheartedly agreed and, after calling David to confirm our plans, everything was set.
The trip down to Mexico was pleasant, better than I'd expected. I hadn't seen David for several months; it was nice catching up with him on how things were going. We hadn't spent a lot of time together the last few years, and I had been worried David wouldn't have a good time going on vacation with me rather than with one of his friends. But if he wasn't enjoying himself, I saw no sign of it. Our flight landed that evening, and David got us a taxi to drive us to our hotel. I was surprised at how grand the hotel was, including its great location so near to the beach, as my husband can be pretty tight with money. I was feeling tired by this point so I let David do the talking when we arrived at the check-in counter. That when the trouble started.
