Preamble:
I strongly suggest you read the first two chapters first, but here is a summary.
My name is Mike and I work at a University in Amsterdam. I'm completely infatuated with a young woman named Emma who works at the University sports center as a fitness trainer and weight room manager. I'm American, average height with a muscular build, brown hair and brown eyes. Emma is Dutch, but speaks perfect English, and does not look like a typical Dutch woman. Rather than being tall, blonde and pale, Emma is about a half a head shorter than me, has brown hair with blonde highlights, and a tan, olive complexion. Her eyes are very light blue-green. They're gorgeous.
Both Emma and I are very fit. Emma is slim and toned, with perky breasts that are probably about a B-cup (Emma once told me she thinks it's lame when women wear bras that pad their breasts: she's content with hers exactly as they are). And Emma's ass is sensational. I've been with a lot of women, and I have never loved an ass as much as I love Emma's ass.
Emma has a boyfriend, and I'm married with three young children. My wife's name is Christie.
Emma and I were acquaintances/friends for a long time before, very suddenly, our relationship exploded into an intense and explicit flirtation. I wrote out a fantasy that I had about her, and sent it to her as a gift. She loved it, which started me falling in love with her.
At the end of chapter 1 we were both alone at our homes (Christie was out with friends, and my kids were in bed) and we were chatting over email. In return for a sexy picture, Emma convinced me to let her watch me masturbate over the webcam while staying hidden herself. When I was getting close to orgasm, she sent a second photo, naked, close-up between her legs. It made me cum immediately. She came watching me, but then when we were through she said the second picture wasn't of her, and cut off contact, feeling too guilty about what we were doing.
In the second chapter, Emma and I caved in to our lust again and had another encounter. She teasingly told me that she had masturbated about me in the bathroom after I left the gym one day, and then, in return for a look at her lingerie, she convinced me to go into the same bathroom and jerk myself off thinking about her. She told me to keep a little bit of cum on my fingers so that I could prove to her that I had really done it. When I finished and came out of the stall, she was there in the bathroom, and she sucked my fingers into her mouth, tasting my orgasm. Then she quickly stuffed her wet panties into my shorts, and pushed me out of the bathroom.
Two excerpts from the final moments of Chapter 2:
I was hard. My fingers weren't entirely clean. I had a pair of wet panties stuck down the front of my shorts, and suddenly I was standing out in the open in the middle of the gym with a shocked, horny look on my face.
I pulled my towel off my shoulders and held it in front of my dick. As always seemed to be the case now, I left the gym hiding my arousal, but unable to hide from my arousal. I was smitten. I was spellbound. I was powerless. Emma was everything to me now.
*****
Chapter 3
Our first real kiss was cataclysmic.
I can't actually connect it to a specific place in time between the events I've already described. The emotions associated with that moment are like massive gravity, a singularity that warps space and time.
I was leaving the gym, and Emma came around from behind her desk and said she would walk me out on her way to the equipment room. She had a small cart of equipment she was pulling behind her, and I don't think I fully realized what was about to happen. And then we were alone in the hallway and she was leaning her back against the door of the equipment room, facing me, with one hand on the handle, keys in her other hand.
She was just looking at me.
And I realized I could kiss her.
My heart was beating so loud in my ears I wouldn't have been able to hear her if she had said anything, but she didn't.
I swallowed slowly, and spoke.
"One kiss. Just one kiss."
I was scared, nervous, hot and hard.
She just kept looking at me, and turned to unlock the door. I said it again.
"Just one kiss. That's all."
I didn't really know if I was asking for that kiss, or asking for that kiss to be all that happened. I knew that I didn't want us to try and live out the bathroom scene I had written for her. I didn't want anything that happened between us in real life to feel scripted.
And then the door was open and she was backing into the room, and the hallway was still empty, and I felt faint and powerless as I stepped into the room with her, begging for just the one kiss.
And the air turned thick as honey as I reached for her, and she turned her lips to me and I kissed her and it was perfect. Wet, and passionate, hard and sensual. Our mouths opened, our hands explored one another, our tongues touched. And all this feeling welled up inside me and we both, very suddenly, broke the kiss, gasping. And then she pushed on me, speaking breathlessly but trying to sound forceful.
"Now get out of here."
And I left.
And I felt that I must have been pale as I walked to the men's change room. Thankfully the room was empty and I sat down on the bench, collapsing forward to put my face in my hands.
I don't think I've ever felt such a potent mix of emotions before, and I couldn't tell you what was hitting me hardest. There was the desire and arousal from what we had just done. There was so much guilt, because that was really the first no-gray-area, completely-unambiguous,
physical
instance of me cheating on Christie, and I really never thought I would ever do that.
There was fear, coming from two sources.
And the fear of getting caught was not nearly as strong as the fear of not being able to resist doing more with Emma.
***
Eventually, troubled as I was, I told one of my friends about Emma. I didn't give him all the details, but I did say that we had kissed, and that I wanted more, but was hoping I had the strength not to let it go any further. He's a really great guy, my friend, and full of virtue. He didn't think that I was behaving very well, but he tried not to judge me, only to steer me back to the good side of the line.
He was pretty firm when he said that he would definitely never, ever cheat.
I've said that before. And believed it.
Now, I'm pretty sure that it's bullshit. There are no definites, no absolutes when it comes to love and sex. There's a circumstance for everyone. There is an undeniable moment for everyone. Everyone has a threshold for a reward that is too great to turn down. The best you can do is to set your threshold high.
My friend was in a relatable situation, because he was dating one girl, but had strong feelings for another one of our friends, a girl named Eve. I asked my friend if he would cheat if Eve tried to seduce him. He hesitated, but said no. I asked him what if it were Eve and Eve's hottest friend and they wanted to have a threesome with him, no strings attached and everyone would swear to secrecy.
No, he wouldn't. (Bullshit).
