Pay day has arrived and Jessica was eager to go shopping. Her leg had healed beautifully, her limp was gone and she was ready to rock those heels. She pictured herself looking like a glamorous model. "Ahhh, a well deserved shopping spree and pamper day", Jessica exhaled. She spent the last three days secretly practicing in her bedroom. Walking on tiptoes before trying on a pair of heels. Soon she was skipping around effortlessly around the room. She had mastered the art of walking with elegance and poise. She smiled at herself. She was going to be the next Mrs Molt.With her tripple salary she could now dress like one of New Yorks finest. In coco Chanel and Gucci. The finest brands. A lady of class. She decided to spend a portion of her money on herself. A whole big portion. A much deserved portion. She never spent money on herself in the last ten years. She had too much responsibilities to take care off. She knew she deserved it, having only 5 sets of clothes for work in her cupboar
Jessica walked in at the usual time she did every day. Every man in the building had their eyes on her. This was the first time ever in her life that people paid attention to her. They looked at her as if she was freshly cooked meat, their hungry eyes fell on her sensuous curves which were in perfect view from the silk pencil skirt and her white tight blouse that she had worn this morning. She had purposely bought one size smaller in her blouse. She wanted her breasts to look full and plump. Her cleavage to slightly pop out from the top of her blouse. She wanted to look professional yet classy. She wanted attention but not to be obviously bold. However, she did stand out now. She was the main dish of the cuisine. She didn't expect to be in the spotlight. She was definitely making a bold statement. She could here whispers between men and woman in the building. The security guard stopped her at the lift. ''I am sorry miss, but you have not declared yourself at the receptionists desk so
Mark entered his office as usual, late morning when everyone was settled in.Being the ceo came with perks. He was well known for being fashionably late every morning. He was the boss after all and no one could question him. He greeted Mrs Blunder who was sitting at her desk going through her daily task schedule and her duties for the day. He checked if he had any appointments scheduled before slipping into his office, closing the door behind him. Sitting on his plush leather chair he flipped open his laptop,when a red gift bag that lay on the corner of his table, caught his eye. He wondered who could have sent him a gift today.''Mrs blunder,do you know anything about the gift bag on my desk?'', He picked up the phone and dialed her extention.''What gift bag, sir?'', She asked in he raspy voice. She had not seen anyone go into his office. She also wondered who could have placed it there and when did they place it. She was confused. She came into the office at her usual time,before ev
Mark walked to the lift, he pressed the button with his elbow and stepped into the elevator when it opened.Holding the two cups of coffee he went to the third floor. He wanted to thank Jessica for the tie she had gifted him. Although he knew he would never take it home. His wife would throw a tantrum if she knew another woman was gifting her husband. He did not want to stir up any trouble in his marriage. He did not want to raise any red flags again after the last incident or more like the last few hundred incidents in their ten year marriage. He tucked it right in the back of his top drawer, placing his stationary at the front to hide it. It was too expensive to just throw out or give away and he liked it very much. Jessica had good taste,he could not deny that fact. It was a really exquisite tie to add to his collection. Looking around at the deserted office, he wondered if everyone was on leave . He could not remember granting any leave for this month. It was only Jessica that ha
So who is it now?, Charlie asked in an amused voice. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it could be Jessica. The possibility of it being Jessica was high. He had seen her this morning and she looked different. Different in a good way. But she also looked naughty. She looked like she was back with ulterior motives. He knew woman well. Woman that worked for this firm. All of them started innocent but then lust and greed always got the better of them. And, of course, their boss had a helping hand in that, being a party animal, lusting behind his employees. He had already noticed her new facelift,hairdo,clothes and accessories. She had become one fly chick. If he wasn't faithful to his wife he , himself would have had a good time, but he was plain old Charlie. Charlie with his homely wife, gorgeous as a rose in the sunset and fiery like the thorn. He was one hundred percent sure he would never have another woman in this lifetime. He loved her with all of his heart, not for ju
Jessica sat at her desk lost in her own fantasies. The fantasies in her head was not the usual.Her every ambition now was to be the next Mrs Mark Molt. In her fuzzy brain she pictured him embracing her in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.He would lift her up an hug her tightly leading her to a rose petalled bed , where he would make sweet love to her. He would have her in every way. He would kiss her, starting at her lips, trailing his way down her body making circles around her belly button. His hands would grab her hips firmly as he drew her into him. His mouth eating her until she would reach a climax, not letting go. He would grab her tender breasts and knead them as he lowered himself onto her, slowly gliding his shaft into her as the rocked together in rhythm. The smell of the ocean mixed with the heat of their bodies would float throughout the room, filling the night air. It would be full of passion and desire. The smile on her face widened as her daydream carr
Jessica sat at her desk after the insult match she had with Luke. He really made her angry to the extent of her wanting to slap him in his whole face and kick him in the groin. Her head started to ache. Jessica massaged her temples as she looked at her desk calendar. " I earn a fantastic salary, so many days of leave, I have a less stressful job. What more could I possibly want?", Jessica thought, " and the best part is now people think I'm hot but that doesn't mean that they are going to like me" .Jessica loved the attention. She never got any attention from her good for nothing husband. His attention was given to the beer cans he drank out of and left lying on the ground. It probably was also given to the ebony porn he watched. He really thought she didn't know but she saw his stash placed underneath the DVD player. Now she had men falling at her feet. They were falling because they wanted a peice of her pie. But that pie was reserved for one man only. It was her choice and she want
Jessica held Mark's coat tightly as a tingling sensation coursed through her body. The smell of his cologne wafting from his coat was sending waves of desire through her veins. It was so fresh and masculine. Something she had never smelt before. It was the smell of a man with power. A smell that turned you on from miles away. She took a deep breath, inhaling lungfuls. It was so enticing to her. She felt as if she was in a lust trance. She closed her eyes feeling his warm breath on her ears, slowly nibbling her earlobe moving down to her neck. She craned her neck wanting more as his hands freely roamed her body, finally resting his right hand on her left breast and his left hand on her buttox. She could feel her lace panties getting totally drenched all over again. Her juices were flowing making her sticky. She could feel the stickiness on her inner thighs now. She assumed they were now dripping down her thighs to her knees. She has never been so wet in her entire life. Not even the fir
Mark grabbed his towel once his crazy neighbor untied him.Never in his life had he been so used.His a*** hurt so much he grabbed a back of peas from the freezer as soon as he reached home.He drew his curtains and sat on the bed.The ticking of the wooden clock on the wall had caught is attention.It was already five thirty, he had spent more than two hours being tortured.He picked up his phone and saw two missed calls.It was Jessica."It is a sign.", he thought.He called her."Hi", her cheery voice came through the receiver.For a woman who had been ignored for a few months, she sounded quite happy."Can we meet?", Mark asked. Jessica agreed. "Six thirty?", Mark suggested. "Perfect." Mark went back into the bath. This time he filled the tub with boiling hot water and some rough sea salt. Pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny leg jeans and a black polo neck shirt, Mark left his apartment in a hurry. He missed Jessica but he knew he wanted his old life back. He wanted Jessic
It was a late Sunday afternoon and Mark decided that he would prolong his fate any longer.He knew that the choices he made would affect all of their lives,but he knew that he needed to do what was best for everyone.He got his lazy behind of his red, soft and squishy, wooly couch and entered the shower.He had spent half the day just sitting and mopping around."Prove it", those words rung in his head over and over from yesterday's conversation with his wife.He laughed when he thought about her still being his wife. No matter what he did, he will still have her as a wife. She will still give in to him. She was flawed in that way.He exited the shower, his hair dripping into the carpet. He wiped it with the edge of the towel while he stood naked in his room. The curtains were open, giving Mrs Sugarplum a good view of his plums.He did not bother himself to cover up as he rakes his fingers through his hair.He wanted to give her a good view since it would probably be the last time she
The hustle and bustle of getting things ready for the party tomorrow, was overwhelming for Charlie. He sat on the couch sipping a beer after a long day of hard work, preparing. Mark had come to help. He sat across Charlie sipping an ice cold beer."Do you think she will come tomorrow?", Mark asked hopeful."I don't know, she seemed like she was eager to come,", Charlie shrugged.He didn't know what was going on in Cheryl's mind. She spent her time with Jasmine when she did come over.Jasmine rarely spoke about Cheryl and her problems. It was something that she just didn't want to get involved in. Although she listened, she would never give an input or talk about it to others.Jasmine kept herself busy in the kitchen. She baked mini cupcakes and pies for tomorrow's party.Her phone beeped and she looked at the message, Cheryl was popping in."Charlie", she called from the kitchen.Charlie the obedient husband excused himself and went into the kitchen.He understood when she showed him
"I wish she could just drop dead!", the words just popped out from Jessica's mouth.Mark and Jessica were on their way to court for the fourth time in three months.Jessica being the supportive fiancé, accompanied him on his visits to court, as he challenged the wicked witch of a wife.As Mark sat with Jessica, he looked at his wife from across the room. She looked like the most stunning goddess he had ever come across.Although he had left her to be with Jessica, his feelings for her was still embedded deep in his heart or so one would think.He sat and heard the allegations made against him, the claims that Cheryl made, the compensation she wanted to receive and the maintenance for the children, which he had not paid since the time he left.He felt guilty listening to all of what was said. The magistrate painted a picture of him in such a bad light that he started to hate himself.He couldn't believe that this was who he had become.He looked at the woman next to him. She was also a
Mark Molt had the cheek of walking out on his family after spending weeks on end in between Jessica and strip clubs. There was never a time that he was home. He was always on the go, looking for fresh meat. He felt nothing of the past now. All he felt was the wind in his sails, the freedom of not being tied down. It was as if a new man was born. He drove in an almost jolly mood to his mother's house.Stepping on her doorstep, he knocked lightly.Greeted by his elderly mom, he told her about the divorce.He told her about his affair with Jessica and the child that they had together.His mother stared at him horrified.She couldn't understand why a smart man like himself would throw away his meal ticket.Although she did not like what he had just told her, she was still his mother and would support his stupid decision.Mark continued going to the firm as usual. He took Jessica home to meet his mother.He loved that they both got along so easily unlike Cheryl and his mother.Jessica ha
Jessica reached home in a huff. Rudy had taken all the belongings that he assumed was his. Even though she has paid for most of the items,she knew it wasn't worth fighting for since he had given her his word of not letting her bad behavior get out.After a few days Jessica realized this was her life now and she was incapable of managing on her own with the kids. She contacted the landlady to make arrangements to move out.Her mother had taken her in now.She decided to divulge everything to her mother who sat and comforted her.Jessica felt better. Her mother coaxed her to go after Mark. He needed to keep to his word and marry her.Jessica decided it was time to be Mrs Molt.As the days went by she frequented Mark's office,making him feel her presence.Mark began to feel suffocated by Cheryl and Jessica.He started to leave home on the weekend and return on Monday morning.His nights out was wild ones. He had surrounded himself with friends that were equally as unfaithful as he was.C
Rudy stood up, waiting for Jessica ro sign the papers."Please don't leave me. I am sorry.", Jessica wailed.The tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were now red and puffy.Rudy thought she was an ugly sight. Her lips hung and she rubbed her eyes continously trying to dry her tears.It was as if a dam had been broken.Rudy tapped his fingers in the table. "I am leaving Jessica. Just sign the papers and all this will never get out to anyone."Jessica stared at him. She never thought this day would come so soon. She always pictured leaving him for Mark. But in the last two years she had fallen in love again with him and forgotten her plans. She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart into tiny shreds. This was not what she wanted. She wanted to live happily ever after with her husband. "I want to be with you. I love you. ", Jessica cried loudly. She needed him to digest her feelings. "Cut the crap. I know you have been seeing Mark on a Tuesday and Friday. That is why you work
Rudy prepared dinner for the two of them. He made an effort to go out to the supermarket and pick up some fresh lobster and salad items.He wanted to make this day rememberable for her.He had dropped off the girls at her mom's place, telling them how he wanted to spoil Jessica that evening. Her mother was delighted.He sautéed the lobster in garlic butter, placing them over a green salad. He added a mushroom sauce on the side and layed both plates on the table.Taking two glasses from the top cupboard he placed them on the table with a bottle of non alcoholic champagne in a bucket of ice.He wanted Jessica to be in her right senses.He gently placed the forks and knives next to each plate.On the centre of the table was a bunch of blood red roses.He lit scented candles on the table and dimmed the lights.He smiled at how romantic the room looked.Taking a single red rose, he broke the petals of them and made a trail from the front door to the place she will be seated.He took a few
As Mrs Brown held him close to her chest, she patted his back."All I ever wanted was a perfect marriage, like you and dad.", Rudy cried.His hot tears wet her blouse."Now which girl is crying? ", the gruff voice of his father echoed in the kitchen. A laugh could be heard. He knew it was his brother.He wiped his face and looked at the two men.He respected his father and greeted him."Oh Roger, don't torture the boy. There is something that is not right here. Our boy came to us for help",Mrs brown scolded.His father took a seat at the table, followed by his brother. Mrs Brown fixed both the men sandwiches and two glasses of juice before taking a seat at the table,"take your time son."Rudy dug into his sandwich. He chewed it slowly, savoring every bite. It had been years since he ate his mother's food."Jessica is cheating", he finally said after completing his sandwiches.Both men put down their sandwiches and looked at him in shock.His brother held a guilty expression."What do