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This is a continuation from earlier submissions – “Crossing the Line” and “Massage Therapy”, with my adopted heroine forced to face some tough choices.   James couldn’t focus on the tasks requiring his attention at work. He was too distracted by recent events at home and trying to decide if he should confront his wife of 20 years, Alissa, with his concerns. “Well,” he thought to himself, “maybe ‘confront’ is too harsh a term?” James would be 57 years old in two weeks time and, whilst everyone agreed he was in great shape for his age, he was not looking forward to ‘celebrating’ another birthday. Alissa always seemed to relish throwing him a party, probably because he was ordinarily a very private person and, other than Christmas or New Years, his birthday had always been the one exception where he had allowed her to fill their home with revelers. In truth, once he got into the swing of things, he always had a good time, however, his hair was grayer, his paunch a little bigger and, worst of all, his energy levels seemed lower, at least, that is what he reasoned since, of late, he had been having increasing difficulty keeping up with Alissa’s needs in the bedroom. Ever since James and Alissa had indulged their curiosity and partaken of a very fulfilling threesome with Ryan, a man that Alissa had ‘met’ on the internet, James could not shake the feeling that he may have opened a Pandora’s box. James loved Alissa dearly and hoped that he still satisfied her now that she had experienced her fantasy and enjoyed such a wild night of unbridled lust. He was glad they had done it, and they both agreed there was no need to do it again, but there was the nagging doubt that maybe, sometimes, as they made love, she was ‘thinking’ of Ryan. Perceptions are so important and had James remembered that, he would have realized that it was not he that was failing to deliver rather that Alissa’s need for increased intimacy had mushroomed beyond all reason. In fact, if James had not been feeling so melancholy, he might have realized just how well he had stepped up to meeting Alissa’s increased sexual demands. Alissa, or Ali as she likes to be called, was wrestling with her own demons. Three weeks earlier she had quit her part-time job as a masseuse at “Jayne’s Health & Beauty Spa”, after an unexpected tryst with a male client, Dan. It had been totally unexpected, a one-off sexual romp in the treatment room with a man whom she had flirted with unashamedly for the past couple of years. She was riddled with guilt and did not feel able to confess her sin to James for fear of hurting him. She had instead thrown herself into a myriad of distractions including more volunteer work, an increased fitness regimen at the tennis club and, as a sort of penance, making love to James as often as she could. She çankaya escort needed to feel his warmth against her skin, to feel connected to him, to feel him inside her. It comforted her and helped keep the images of her lustful sexcapades out of her mind. At 41 years of age, Ali was a 5 foot 4 inch, 125 pounds, blonde haired stunner. Her choice of form fitting clothes and short skirts suited her flirtatious nature and she used it all to full effect to keep the passion in her marriage on the boil. But right now, that all seemed like a curse. Earlier that morning the owner of “Jayne’s Health & Beauty Spa” had called her in a vain attempt to get her to return to work there. Most of Ali’s, now former, female clients were genuinely upset at her leaving and had been pressing to find out whether or not she had started work elsewhere. This, coupled with the pressure from the aforementioned Dan, prompted the owner of the Spa to think that, maybe, she was about to lose a small portion of her regular clientele. No-one at the Spa knew why Ali had quit, and had taken her stated desire to spend more time with her family at face value, however, Dan’s over-zealous attempts to get Ali re-hired or to obtain Ali’s home address had raised more than a few eyebrows. The effect the call had on Ali was rather startling too. She couldn’t help but review the events with Dan and, feeling that familiar tingle and moistening between her legs, she felt compelled to see James. She picked up the telephone and dialed James’ direct line. “Honey? It’s me. I’m coming into town and thought we could do lunch. I can be there by 12.30, okay?” “What?…errr…sure. 12.30? Can we make it 1?” James could barely stammer his reply to what was not quite a request. “Should I make a reservation?” “Hmm. No need. I’ll bring lunch.” And then she hung up. James was at a loss. He called his secretary and had her quickly re-arrange his schedule asking her to make up any old excuses for him. Once his secretary, Mary, knew the real reason for the sudden re-scheduling she took on that “Aawww!” look women tend to adopt at romantic notions and eagerly set to her task. Ali checked her watch and then set about getting ready to meet James. She still had plenty of time to get ready and already felt the quickening of her heart at the anticipation of what she had planned. She quickly checked the look of the weather outside on this late-Summer, early-Fall day and decided what to wear. Barely an hour later, Ali was standing in front of her full length mirror admiring her work. She had decided to put her hair up in a pony tail, not because it made her look younger but because the mild breeze outside would have quickly undone any chance she would have had at arriving at James’ office in keçiören escort spectacular form. She wore a black velvet choker about her neck that accentuated her now bare shoulders. Unconsciously, her breathing had become heavier, causing her full and firm breast to heave within the confines of her black velvet with red lace trim bustier, the design of which seemed to emphasize the narrowness of her waist against her rounded ass. As her eyes scanned the rest of her ensemble she nodded in satisfaction at her choice of lace-top tan stocking. It was too soon for black stocking although too late for her favourite strappy sandals. She was pleased at her choice of black patent leather pumps with their 4-inch stiletto heel and more than a little excited by her decision to not wear panties. She put on her three-quarter length, camel coloured, great-coat and headed downstairs. Once she had tied the coat belt securely, she grabbed her car keys, hand-bag and headed out the door early enough to ensure that she would find a parking spot once she got into town. Dan, was a regional Manager for one of the High Street banks who came into town from time to time on inspection visits. Quite by accident he had become Ali’s only male client at the Spa and, following their unexpected, but welcome, sexual encounter, he had become somewhat obsessed with her. Dan was now 46 years old, good looking and in decent shape, which, with his seemingly natural wit, was a boon to his womanizing ways. Ali, however, was special. Rather than he being the one who seduced her (he had tried and failed miserably several times), she had taken the initiative, had had sex and now left him high and dry. He wanted her again, but could not find her since she had quit being a masseuse at the Spa. At least, that was until he stepped out of the Bank building that morning and was frozen to the spot by the vision of Ali in her car. Ali didn’t see Dan, she was sat in her car and too focused on her pending visit with James and the right-hand turn in the pre-lunch traffic to notice another man ogling her. She was getting tense, partly from the chore of looking for a parking spot, but mostly as the sexual anticipation built up within her, keeping her pussy moist. The last three parking garages had been full and this next one was the last of the ones within walking distance to James office. She craned her neck looking toward the multi-storey parking garage. “SPACES” proclaimed the signage. “Oh thank goodness’, thought Ali as she eased her car up the entrance ramp. Dan was ecstatic and with barely any regard for the traffic, he ran across the road and into the garage. He fairly flew up the stairwell, poking his head out of the stairwell door at each level hoping to catch which level Ali etimesgut escort would be parking on. Ali had finally found a space to park her car on the fourth level and was just locking the car door when the wind blew through the open side of the building and seemed to be channeled by the pillars so that, as it hit her, it felt more like a gale force wind. The gust spread the overlap of her coat, gathered under the material and lifted the coat almost completely up around her waist just long enough for a recently arrived, panting Dan to get an eye-full of Ali’s attire and her shaved pussy. “Sweet Jesus,” exclaimed Dan. Stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropped as fast as the folds of Ali’s coat fell back into place. Ali was incoherent. Babbling, her face beet-red in embarrassment, as she frantically tried to regain her composure. It took her what seemed an eternity to realise it was Dan who was standing there, gawping at her. “Dan?…Dan! What are you doing here?” “I,..er,..umm, I saw you parking your car and thought I’d say Hi.” Even as the words were forming, Dan, who is no slouch, was working out how best to handle this situation. He could not believe what he had just witnessed, but his cock had become rock hard nonetheless. “Ahem,” began Ali, still flustered, “ I’m meeting James, my husband, for lunch. It was nice seeing you, but I have to go.” She was stood alongside her car, her hands now firmly pressing the folds of her coat against her thighs, however, there was another parked car to her right and the wall of the garage behind her. Ali looked straight at Dan, not into his eyes, she was too unsettled for that, and hoped he would move aside and let her go on her way. “Oh, that’s perfect,” said Dan, his eyes lighting up at what he hoped was an opportunity. “Ali, I’ve felt terrible since, well, since that time at the Spa and I need to settle things. Make it right between us.” “There’s nothing to settle. It was a one off, an accident. It’ll never happen again.” Ali could still not bring herself to look directly at Dan. She took a half step forward, hoping he would move aside, but also feeling her pussy begin to tingle as she wondered how much he had just seen. She couldn’t help but think that something must be wrong with her for body to feel so excited. “Ali, I know we are okay, but I need to settle things with James. I feel terrible about what we did and need to apologize to him.” “What!” shrieked Ali, her gaze suddenly shooting up and establishing eye contact for the first time. “No, you can’t! I mean, there’s no need, really.” The frantic nature of her response, the tone, was all Dan needed. He stepped forward, slipped his left arm around her waist and in barely a whisper said, “Why not, Ali. It’s the right thing to do.” “No, please, you don’t understand.” Ali eyes were wide, almost panic stricken. She felt trapped, unsure, and thought she would cry. So many emotions swirled around in her mind that without thinking, she leaned into Dan, placed her hands near each of his shoulders and then rested her head on his chest so that Dan would not be able to read the emotions playing across her face.

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