Lunch with Mark

After that Christmas party, I never did plan to see Mark again. I figured I would have the baby and that would be that. There was no reason for anyone to know the truth.

In March I received a call out of the blue from Mark. He said that he heard that I was pregnant and he wondered if the baby might be his. I coldly told him No and that he was to never call me again. I hung up the phone before he could respond. I did not want that man back in my life.

A week later I received a certified letter. The letter said that his lawyers would demand a DNA test. And if the child was his, he would sue to have visitation rights. My hands were trembling after I read the letter. I could not believe that he would go through with something like this.

I called his office and we talked. I asked him if he had not already done enough to hurt me. And why couldn’t he leave me alone. He told me he wanted to meet to discuss things. I told him I didn’t trust him. So he suggested that we meet for lunch in public at his exclusive country club. I agreed.

I agreed because I wanted to confront him about that night. I had so much anger. And I also planned to tell him that he should be thanking his lucky stars that I am not naming him as the father. I doubt Lisa would be thrilled to learn of the child support he would need to pay me.

When I arrived at the club, I had second thoughts. The place was fancy and I felt out of my element.

He was not there when I arrived, so I sat looking at the menu and drinking the water for 20 minutes. I felt foolish as if I had been stood up. And then I saw him headed in my direction. He was so tall that he was quite the sight in his suit. And he walked in an arrogant manner as if he owned the place. I could see that other people were secretly glancing at him.

He smiled at me and sat down. I noticed that I was all flustered. I had planned to frown and launch into him. But now I was also just smiling like a fool. I quickly regained my composure and scowled at him. I had a whole speech memorized. And I was ready to rip him to shreds.

I told him not to speak until I said my mind. I told him he was a horrible man and I hated him. And he was lucky I didn’t have him thrown in jail. And he better stop any idea of demanding a DNA test, or I would do everything in my power to destroy him. And he should just be thankful that I am not asking him for child support.

During my entire speech he just sat there looking vaguely amused. That made me even angrier. He asked me if I was done and he started to talk.

He told me that I was beautiful. And from the very first day he saw me he felt as if we had a mystical connection between us. He said that he was thrilled that I was carry our baby, but he didn’t want to do anything to hurt me.

He then pushed an envelope to me. He said it contained instructions for a trust fund he set up for my child and me. He said no one would have no know about it except for me. I pushed it back and told him I did not want his money. I only wanted him out of my life.

He said that was my choice. But if I refused to keep him involve, he would take legal action which would force his rights as a father. He said he realized that would cost his marriage and child support. He reminded me that such an action would be very public and it would hurt Jeff and probably destroy my family. Not to mention it would probably cost me my job teaching at the Christian school. He told me that I had up to the time the baby was born to make my decision. And then he would file the legal action.

I hated the man. I wanted to kill him. Then he leaned over and kissed me. And he walked away.

My panties were soaked.

Christmas Party Disaster

In December 2006 my husband asked if I would host a small Christmas party at our home for his co-workers in property accounting. At first I said no, because I hate the stress of managing such an event. My husband thinks that a successful party just magically happens. He does not understand the preparation and planning involved.

But my husband kept pleading his case saying that it would be “no big deal” because only about 10 couples would attend. We don’t have a large home, but I figured we could accommodate around 20 people if we move stuff around. So I relented and agreed to the party.

A week later, my husband dropped a bomb shell. Mark had heard about the party and he wanted to know if he could attend. It seems that Mark does this on occasion to show that he is employee friendly and is not above rubbing elbows with the rest of us.

I was horrified. How could I be responsible for planning a party that the CEO and his wife would attend? I was not sure what rich people expected at parties. Does the upper class eat chip and dip? What would I wear? Would the house be a mess?

I tried to convince Jeff to cancel the party. But he told me he was not worried and that it would be impossible to cancel anyway. I thought – sure you don’t have to worry, you are not doing anything!

I decided to have the party catered to help reduce my stress level. And when the people arrived, everything actually started out well. People seemed to be enjoying the food, drinks and Christmas music.

When Mark and Lisa arrived it changed the dynamic. I could tell that the people were trying to suck up to Mark. You know, laughing a little too hard as his lame jokes, that sort of thing. It was sickening.

Mark obviously thought he was terribly funny as he was wearing a Santa hat. His wife, Lisa, was dressed as gorgeous as usual. She was tall, blonde and thin. I am short and always had to struggle to maintain my weight. I was envious of her. She also had a coach handbag and Gucci shoes. Now I am not materialistic, but it is fun to see how the other half lives.

I always though Mark and Lisa made an odd couple. He is so outgoing and she is quiet to the point of almost being cold. I always thought of ice when I saw Lisa.

Even though I was busy making sure everyone was happy, Mark found time to speak to me through much of the party. He asked me about my career as a teacher. He asked about my kids. He really seemed like a different guy. He almost seemed charming.

It was funny, because everyone else was always trying to talk to him. And I was not that interested, but he always seemed to gravitate towards me.

Looking back on it, I must admit part of me secretly enjoyed the attention. I had always just been plain and boring Amy – teacher and mother of two kids. And now I had one of the richest and most dynamic men in the area focusing on me!

Looking back on it I regret that I did not try to cool him off. I suppose I could blame the two glasses of wine. But I felt like Cinderella. For the first time in a long time I felt beautiful and desirable. And I suppose I flirted back. I maintained eye contact and I returned his smiles. And when his eyes would glance down at my dress, it didn’t bother me. I guess I was enjoying the magical ball.

And metaphorically, midnight struck. And the magical spell ended.

As people started to leave the party, I got their coats that I had thrown on my bed upstairs. As I was retrieving the coats for a couple, I was startled to see Mark standing behind me. I had not heard him enter the room. He just stood there for a second with a mischievous grin on his face. Then he lightly closed the bedroom door.

I had not bothered to turn on the bedroom light when I entered the room. The light from the hall was enough for me to find the proper coats. But when Mark closed the door, the only light was that from the outside street lights that shone through the bedroom window. It now seemed as if I was standing in a black and white movie as everything was a shade of grey.

In retrospect I suppose I should have been frightened. But the couple of glasses of wine gave me a sense of invulnerability. And I considered Mark to be a silly flirt, but quite harmless. And, anyway, there were still 20 people downstairs. So it was not like I was alone in the house.

I fetched his and Lisa’s coat off the bed and handed it to him. As I attempted to hand him their coats, he ignored the coats and instead grasped my hands. Unit that moment I never quite internalized how tall he was. My hands felt so small within his. He looked down at me and said that he wanted to thank me for the wonderful party.

For a moment I became woozy and I lost my brave composure. In my years of marriage I had never desired another man. I was 100% committed to my husband. I loved him. He was my rock. He is the father of my children. The thought of thinking of another man in sexual terns seemed ridiculous. And, yet, now I was quite aroused.

The moment passed as I caught a glimpse of family picture on the wall behind Mark. The picture was taken the Easter prior at one of those chain photo places. My two daughters were standing in front of Jeff and me in their new Sunday dresses. We looked like such a happy family. That reminded me that what I was doing was wrong.

I regained my composure and told him that I am glad he enjoyed the party. I half-heatedly tried to break my hands free from his grasp, but he was too strong. I laughed and told him to stop being silly, people were waiting for me to bring their coats downstairs. He told me that the price of letting me go was a kiss. I remember thinking how silly such a line was. I turned my head and told him he could kiss my cheek.

He bent down and kissed my cheek. Then he kissed my lips. I would like to say that I resisted his kiss, but I didn’t. And when our tongues touched, wow, I felt as if a bolt of lightning went through my body. I had not experienced that feeling in years. I had again lost my composure and was playing with fire.

As we kissed his hands slid down my body. When I felt his hands go up my dress and touch my thighs, it was like an alarm went off. I asked myself - WHAT AM I DOING? I am a Christian mother who loves her husband. I do not do this sort of thing. Instantly, I was horrified at my actions.

I told Mark to stop. I told him that this was wrong and we needed to stop. He ignored me and pressed me against the bedroom wall.

Then a wave of fear overwhelmed me. How could I have been so stupid to let this escalate to such a level? I again told Mark to stop. I said it was no longer funny and he had to stop now. Mark responded by pulling down my pantyhose. Now I was in a panic. I struggled as hard as I could, but I was pinned against the wall. I weigh 120 pounds and I am sure he is over 200.

I thought of crying for help, but he was pressing so hard against me I was having troubles breathing. And part of me couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to me. As he lowered his pants, I started to plead with him that he didn’t want to do this.

He put his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. My back was pinned to the wall. And before I could think, I felt his penis entering me.

I was a virgin when I married Jeff. I had never known another man. So I didn’t exactly have any other point of reference. But Mark felt huge. And he was rough. It was painful. Degrading. And I had quickly started to have contractions. At first I didn’t realize I was having an orgasm. He continued to roughly penetrate me and another orgasmic wave overcame me. Then another.

I remember biting hard on his shoulder to muffle my screams. I don’t remember my thoughts at this time. I was reduced to almost a primal state. I had never in my life been in such a condition in which I literally could not think. It was like my body was on auto-pilot.

Then I felt the warmth of his semen dripping down my thigh. He sat me down on the bedroom floor. He zipped up and casually got his coat and his wife’s coat off the bed. And then he left without saying a word.

Next post… the aftermath.

How I Met Him

This post will explain how I initially met Mark, who later became my lover. (btw – I hate that term “lover”, because there was no love. But that is probably the subject of another post.)

(As with all of my posts I will be changing the names and any specific details that could identify the people involved.)

My husband works for a medium size bio-tech firm. He started with the company in the 1990s as the company was experiencing quite a bit of growth. He works in property accounting. While not a glamorous job, he has always seems to enjoy his work. It is basically the nine to five type of office job with pretty good benefits. He could probably make more money with a larger corporation, but I think he likes the family type environment on a medium size business. And that suits Jeff’s personality. He has always preferred stability over risks. I actually also share that trait.

One of the founders of the firm is Mark. My husband rarely had much contact with Mark. Mark is the CEO and my husband is more of a worker bee. However, as the firm is not that large (only a couple thousand people worldwide) most people know each other.

My only contact with Mark over the years was at various company social functions. These were typically company banquets or award ceremonies, that type of thing. People would attend with their spouses. And Mark was always there with his wife Lisa.

Mark has a reputation of being a rather flamboyant personality. (His business partner is actually the opposite in personality.) For example, at a formal charity banquet he showed up wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. People either tend to find him obnoxious or funny. My vote was always for the former. Of course, as he is the owner, most of the people laugh at his antics.

Even though Mark is married, my husband told me that he had a reputation as a ladies’ man. However, everyone always excused his behavior by saying this was all just an act and his over the top flirting was just done tongue in cheek.

So even though I was prepared for his obnoxious manner, I still was taken aback when I first met him. It was at a formal end of the quarter awards ceremony. When my husband introduced me to Mark he literally looked me up and down. And I HATE it when men do that.

Then he turned to Jeff and said that he really married out of his league. After that snide comment, he looked back at me and asked me if my breasts were real! Mind you, this was in front of my husband and 15 or so people standing around with drinks in their hands. Everyone laughed, but I was offended. I could feel myself blush and I was SO embarrassed.

I am not a prude, but I hate to be objectified in such a manner. And it was not like I was wearing a provocative dress that exposed much cleavage. But instead of treating me like a person, Mark chose to have a laugh at my expense.

After we went home, I broke down in tears. I was hurt in being treated in such a manner. But I was mostly hurt that my husband did not protect me. My husband told me that I was being silly and I needed to get over it. He also said that there was nothing he could do because Mark was the CEO.

So I initially disliked Mark and I never overcame that dislike of him. But I knew that a few times a year I would have to interact with him at various company functions, so I promised myself that I would not let his crude comments bother me. When he made some stupid comment to me, I would now laugh and make a verbal jab back at him. I gave him the nickname of “giraffe” because he looks like a giraffe. He is tall and gangly with a long neck. This nickname actually stuck and Mark thought it was funny.

So over the years, Mark would never fail to make some flirtatious comment to me. But as he did this with most of the girls, it ceased to bother me. I learned to laugh and make fun of him in return.

Did I find Mark to be attractive? No, I always thought he look ridiculous. Did I find him sexually appealing? The very thought would have made me laugh!

But then Christmas of 2006 came and everything changed. I supposed that will be the subject of my next post.