"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Mark asked, trying not to lose his temper or yell too loud.
"No. I want to meet her."
Mark stared at Codi, incredulous. His mistress was out of her mind. What woman in her right mind would want to meet the wife of the man she'd been fucking for the last eighteen months?
He looked at the nearly-naked young woman who was reclining on the bed. She was still the most adorable, scrumptious, fuckable little thing he'd seen in – well, EVER. When she'd walked into his drama class two years prior, he could barely keep his eyes off of her. She was sweet, charming, talented, with the barest wisp of a voice. Boys were panting after her, small wonder.
EVERYTHING about Codi screamed "Sex Kitten". She had hair that was streaked blonde, a bit from sunlight, a bit from a bottle, but it suited her. Sexy, bedroom brown eyes. Round, perfect breasts that were always showcased, be it in a tight sweater, a halter or in a low-cut blouse. She always wore heels, not runners like so many of the other kids. Nor did she wear jeans nowadays, always short skirts or tight, white pants. That was partly his doing. One day, Mark had told her how pretty she looked in her outfit, and from that day on, the jeans vanished. If the pretty young girl ever wore panties, he couldn't see a panty-line. She wasn't tall, but she was extremely cuddly.
Despite all of this, she was smart, articulate, possessed of a quick wit. She was daring on stage, accepting challenges. In a short time, Codi became Mark's favorite student. He also developed a small crush on the pretty eighteen-year old. It soon became apparent to him that crush was mutual.
Inwardly, Mark let out a long sigh. He shouldn't have, but his marriage to Linn had grown so stale at that time. He loved his wife, Linn was everything Mark had ever wanted in a wife. Smart. Sensual. Classy and intelligent, devoted, good at her job.
Which was precisely the problem. He and Linn had been together for over ten years, there were no more surprises. The sex was – good, but it was predictable. He began fantasizing about Codi, wondering what the sexy, 18-year old teenager might be like in the bedroom.
She had graduated nineteen months prior to the beginning of their affair. Codi came back to visit him, just past her 20th birthday. She didn't hide her attraction to her older teacher any longer, Codi flirted outrageously. Mark, flattered by her attentions, flirted right back. They went out for coffee. The follwing time, they had dinner. When Mark suggested room service in a fancy hotel, half-kidding, Codi accepted his offer.
He had never considered cheating on Linn. Never. But from the moment Mark took the passionate teen in his arms, the second his lips fused to Codi's soft, full lips, he was lost. She was tearing the clothes from his body, buttons popping everywhere, red fingernails raking across his hot flesh.
Oh, the sex. Linn was all sensual, seductive, soft. Codi was wild, vivacious, insatiable. Codi sucked cock like it was the best thing in the world. She rode his cock with her tight pussy, those tits he'd fantasized about for months jiggling, he sucked on the strawberry-pink nipples, seeing them turn into hard little pegs.
"Oh Mark, it's even better than I thought it would be. Fuck me teach, FUCK ME, FUCK the hell out of me!"
Mark complied with that. She rode him, squirming, hips rolling, hunching back and forth and taking all of him. Her hair whipping about, her little whimpers arousing him more than he'd been in years. He kissed the little butterfly tattoo above her pussy, noticed his name in tiny letters underneath it. He looked into her soft brown eyes.
"I've had a crush on you for months" she told him. It was entirely true, with his salt & pepper hair, steel-grey eyes, strong voice and commanding personality, Codi didn't even care he was 25 years her senior. He just turned her on.
Kissing him again, Codi turned over. Mark fucked her doggie-style, his still-hard prick thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow. For hours, they coupled, neither wanted it to end. They ordered room service, ate hamburgers and promised they'd do this again.
"Again" became a twice-weekly thing, then three times, then finally, nearly every day. Linn always worked late at her Photography Studio, leaving him alone much of the time. Mark made sure he was always home in time to greet her. In the daytime, Mark lived for Codi's cocksucking lips, the little gasps of pleasure she emitted when he fucked her from behind, cleaning each other in the shower afterwards. Mark also knew full well it couldn't last. It was one of those "too good to be true" arrangements.
Mark tried to feel guilty about it, but couldn't. Linn remained loving, but there seemed to be a part of her that was gone. It bothered him, like she was slipping away. He turned more to Codi, who was more than happy to give him the vibrant passions he truly needed.
Mark knew he wasn't being fair to Codi, but she just brushed him off. "I know what I'm getting into, lover!" she'd purr and begin going down on him. His cock would stiffen, within minutes he'd forget about everything and lose himself in her wanton embraces.
Finally, Mark went home to Linn. He told her everything, calmly and truthfully. Then came a revelation that shocked him to the core.
Linn had been having an affair of her own.
That was so unlike her. To think of his Linn with another man made him shake with rage. It was at that moment Mark realized despite everything, he was still deeply in love with Linn.
Mark wanted to know who the other man was, he was ready to kill the bastard, but Linn calmly refused to tell him anything. She hugged her husband tearfully. Mark suggested marriage counselling, to which Linn agreed.
After that, things began to get better. Linn began cutting back at work, Mark tried to break it off with Codi. "I love my wife dearly Codi, this isn't right!" he implored the pretty blonde.
Try as he might, Codi was in his blood. He cut back on their fling, but he couldn't give her up, not entirely. One day, she agreed to cut him loose if they could spend one last day of passion together. He agreed and it had been magic, until she had dropped this bombshell on him.
"Okay, why the hell do you want to meet her?"
"I dunno. Curiosity? I want to see the woman I am losing you to. Remorse, I certainly should give her some kind of apology. Whatever, I think I owe it to her – and to myself – to meet her and try and sort things out, to make amends of a sort."
Mark sighed, he knew better than to argue with the pretty teen when she'd made up her mind. "Okay, I'll set it up. When?"
"Day after tomorrow, that'll give me time to get ready. In the meantime, who says this afternoon is over?"
Codi moved her blonde head towards Mark's growing cock.
Codi, despite the self-assured front she had put on in front of Mark, was nervous and terribly upset. She had promised herself not to fall in love with him, it was just a fling, but she'd failed miserably in that attempt. Mark was all she had ever wanted. She was terrified of meeting Linn, she didn't have a clue what she would say to the woman. Still, Codi steeled herself and rang the doorbell. She adjusted the pink sweater and short, white skirt she'd worn and smiled as Mark opened the door.
He had this grim look on his face, so Codi impulsively kissed him on the nose. "Smile hon, it's not going to be that bad. She and I will likely talk and it will all be over." A small look of sadness crossed her pretty features.
Mark felt rotten. He had hurt this sweet creature, who he adored. His marriage was extremely important to him, but so was his adorable Codi. Why this was so awkward, why things couldn't have been different? Every bit of this situation drove him insane.
When Mark's wife descended the staircase, Codi let out an audible gasp. She saw the most stunning woman she had ever seen in her life.
Linn's auburn hair was up, her makeup tastefully done. She was dressed in a black satin sheath that hugged her like a second skin. Diamond teardrop earrings hung from her lobes. Her face was beautiful, exquisite, like a painting. Her skin was tanned, but her eyes had a slight Asian look to them. Mark had told Codi one time that his wife was half-black, half-Filipino, it made for a remarkable combination. Codi was nearly breathless as Linn approached her and held out her hand.
