“Hey, Matt, you hungry? I thought I would make us lunch.” Gina said. I shook my head clear.
“Yeah, sure. That’s sounds good.” I replied, and started to head inside. Luckily, she was fully dressed at this point. She had cleaned herself up. She was wearing a tight black blouse, tight-enough where her breasts seemed like they were pouring out, bursting to be free. She wore a short, tight, jean skirt, which hugged her ass. I tried to clear my mind of her body, but it was hard. I sat at the table as we made small talk, as her hot body floated though the kitchen. She quickly finished up, and we ate our meal together, sitting across from each other, not talking much. You could feel the tension in the room, and I’m sure she could too. As we finished, I offered to clean up the dishes. As I did so, she called out to me.
“Hey, when you’re done come out to the living room. We should talk.”
“Okay.” I replied. We’ve been talking. What else does she want to say? I took as long as I could on the dishes, until I could avoid her no more. I entered the living room. She was sitting on the loveseat, so I’m forced to sit across from her, on the couch. She looked right at me as we sat in silence.
“What are you afraid, Matt?” she asked, sensing my nervousness.
“Um, nothing.” I stammered.
“Honey, you look terrified.” She said with a smile.
“I’m fine.” I replied. A pregnant pause fills the room. Then, the humor disappeared from her face.
“You know I can help you?” she asked.
“Help me. With what?” I asked, confused.
“I know what you are going through. I know it’s not easy.” She replied.
“What’s not easy?” I asked, still confused.
“It’s never easy to the first time. But believe me, once it happens, it’ll get much easier. After awhile, it won’t bother you at all.” She explained.
“What won’t bother me?” I asked impatiently.
“Cheating.” She said simply.
“Excuse me?!” I replied in disbelief.
“I know you think what your feeling is a bad thing. I know that you feel like its wrong for you to feel the urge to cheat on your wife. But believe me baby, it’s not. It’ll get easier. Eventually, cheating won’t even bother you. You’ll be free.” Gina replied. I stood up in anger.
“How dare you Gina! What makes you think I want to cheat on my wife?” I yelled out.
“Matt, please. Don’t be a child. The way you stare at me is all the proof I need.” Gina responded.
“So Jenny was right about you, huh? You’re just gonna throw yourself at me, is that it? You’re attractive, yes. I’ll give you that. But you expect me to cheat on my wife simply because you’re hot? You’re sadly mistaken.” I argued back. She simply smiled. I continued, “What kind of woman does that? What woman would try to convince her son-in-law to cheat on his wife, her daughter, with her? How evil must you be to do that? What kind of person does that?”
“Matt, you have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now. Seeing you now, so high and mighty, and knowing where you’re gonna be soon. It’s so hot.” She paused, clearly turned on. “Make no mistake Matt. I’m not nice. I’m not one of these vapid airheads who think they can hold onto a man because they laugh together, because they have cute little dates. That line of thinking is quite simply wrong. I know how to hold onto a man. You hold onto a man by fucking them into submission. Doing things that these young girls are simply not capable of. Fucking men so good that that they don’t know any better, fucking them so good that they’ll do whatever you want. You are mistaken about many things. You will fuck me because I’m hotter than my daughter. It is in your nature to fuck the most attractive creature, and you know that’s me. It doesn’t matter that I’m not nice. That I’m a complete bitch. That’s not enough to stop this from happening. And one last thing. You said I’m throwing myself at you. You are wrong. I am not throwing myself at you. When I’ve said what I have to say, you’re going to be throwing yourself at me.”