I met Marcus a few weeks before Halloween. I was at a Hustler's of Hollywood trying to figure out which naughty outfit I should buy for a sexy Halloween party a friend was throwing. I was trying to decide between "Naughty Nurse Nancy" and "Freaky Freddie the Farmer's Daughter" when Marcus spoke. He said that I should go with the Freaky Freddie (which I was seriously thinking of getting already) and then laughed. He apologized for intruding. Apparently I was thinking so much about the costume that I must have looked startled when he announced his presence. He later told me that I jumped about a foot in the air. I laughed back and said it was no bother and thanked him for his opinion. I was planning on turning around and finishing my shopping when he asked me my opinion of a honeymoon gift he was giving to a friend of his. Yeah, I didn't buy it for a second, but I knew he was attracted to me, and I was certainly attracted to him (6'3", shoulder length dark brown hair, dark green eyes, olive skin, goatee and killer arms) so I played along. We had fun laughing and pointing at all the different toys and things. The next thing I knew, we had been chatting for over 2 hours. We exchanged numbers and bought our items and left.

Two days later, he called. I certainly didn't expect the call, because as most women know, when a man says he'll call, it usually means he won't. I was surprised, but glad to hear from him. We spent 5 hours on the phone chatting about ourselves. He called again the next day, and the day after that. By the time a week passed, we had spoken for 6 of the days and for a total of over 40 hours. It was then that he asked me out. Of course I said yes.

We met at a wonderful little Greek cafe about 20 minutes from my sister's house (yup, still living there in my awesome attic room). We filled up on hummus and pita, gyro and baklava and took a walk on the beach. Since it was October it was pretty cool out, especially on the beach. I threw off my shoes, untied my hair and skipped around in the sand. He laughed and joined me. We talked some more and then sat down to watch the waves roll in. It was then that he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. We kissed and cuddled for an hour or so and then said goodnight. I went home alone that night. Over the next few nights we met for dinner and a couple of times he'd bring drinks to the beach (he knew I was only 20. He was 34) and we would have a toast (or two or three) and make out some more.

Marcus and I went to my friend's Halloween party together. I did wear the Freaky Freddie costume and he went as my bull (pretty much naked with the exception of bull horns and a GIANT bull penis underwear thing). We both had a ton of fun dancing and getting jiggy with it. We ate and drank and made out. And then late that night I brought him home (my sister and her fiance were out at a party). We made love that night in my attic room, with the balcony doors wide open and with the moon as the only light. It was fabulous. Every second was amazing. He made me climax at least four times that night and at the end of the night I felt drained but happy. He is probably the most accomplished lover that I have ever had. He knew exactly where to touch me and how, and how deep he could plunge inside me so that it just hovered on the pain/pleasure border. After that night, we were meeting and sleeping together almost every night.

It was right before Christmas that I discovered his faults. I was shopping at Macy's for last minute gifts and saw him standing in the store with a little girl on his shoulders and a little boy around his leg. Next to him was this amazingly beautiful woman. She looked like a fucking queen. Her head held high and her posture alerting everyone to the fact that this was someone you shouldn't fuck with. I was devastated. And what was worse was that his family turned and started walking my way at that moment. He walked right past me without a glance. However as I stared after him, his wife's regal manner slipped for a second and she turned her head a bit and smiled. I started crying right there.

The next few days passed in a blur. All I could think of was Marcus. It was the first time I had ever clicked with someone on so many levels. Not just physically or sexually, but emotionally. I thought about it constantly. In the past I had never minded being the other woman. In fact I enjoyed it. I always figured that it was the girlfriend's/wife's/fiancee's fault for not pleasing them. But in the last year or so, I've started thinking how ass backwards those thoughts were and have tried to mend my ways. And the two times I've risked falling for a guy, I've discovered that they were married. But this wasn't like the last time. Marcus was different. It wasn't just sex. But I knew it was wrong and so I called him and told him I had to talk to him. We made plans to meet at a mutual friend's New Year's party. I chose that because it was public.

I got there early and waited for Marcus to appear. He arrived about 30 minutes later and we started talking. I confronted him about the scene at the mall and he apologized. I told him that I couldn't do that to his kids. Fuck his wife. I wasn't going to hurt his kids. The party got louder and louder and we ended up outside talking on a chaise lounge by the pool. He told me that I shouldn't feel bad. His wife knew, had known all along, and was fine with it. I doubted that one and started crying. I felt so damn pathetic, but couldn't stop. He held me and I cried on his shoulder. Then suddenly we started kissing. Slowly at first and then frantically. He lifted my tank top and started caressing and kissing my breasts and nipples and I started stroking him through his pants. We moaned together, our breath hot on each other's necks. He slipped his fingers inside of my damp pussy and I unzipped his jeans and held his hard penis and started to slid my hand up and down. I came and then jumped on him, riding him as everyone screamed "Happy New Year" in the background. Then we came together and stayed locked together for a few moments as we caught our breaths. Oh god it was so amazing.

We went home separately that night and then he came over the next day. Again I started to tell him that it was over and again we ended up ing my bed, this time fucking for hours. I haven't seen him since. He's called but I haven't answered. I want him so bad. I'm so fucking wet now just thinking about how much I want him. But at the same time, I don't want to be the same person I was, not caring who I hurt or how. Part of me wants to remain that selfish, horny bitch. And part of me wants to grow up and be more responsible. I don't know which side is going to win. And what's more, I don't even know what part I want to win.


posted by loveaurelia on 6:32 PM