Mr. Cartwright is calm and collected.

You corner the man on the couch so that he has fallen back into a laying position. You ease your body onto his, feeling your breasts press up against his well toned chest.

"Make love to me, Mr. Cartwright... give me the pleasure that my husband gives to those hussies behind my back!"

"Mrs... Doe.. please..." Devin starts, beginning to push you back.

"No, Devin, I need this... please..." you cry out desperately before planting another long sultry kiss on his lips. _If I can keep him engaged, he can't turn me down! _You think to yourself as encouragement to push further. Your hand is on his crotch and it can definitely feel some engagement as you rub your palm into it. You shiver with excitement as you feel it grow, longer than what you're used to and already getting rigid.

Devin places his hands on your shoulders and firmly lifts you off of him.

"Jane," he says pointedly. "You don't want to do this."

"I do... don't deny that there has been an attraction between us, Devin," you taunt, licking your lips seductively like you've seen in your husband's videos.

Devin sits back and looks at you before saying, "You ARE a beautiful woman, I don't deny that. I mean..." he spread his arms out at you, "Look at you!" You can't remember the last time someone has complimented your looks and feel your cheeks warm to the attention. "You are a sexy thing! Only..."

Your heart drops as your attempts point closer and closer to failure. "Only?" you ask meekly.

Devin leans in and talks frankly to you. "If you were single, I would for sure hit that. You are a minx. But, you know this neighborhood isn't keen on me to begin with. If word got around that I was playing around with one of the guy's old lady? Hell, they'd lynch me for sure up in here."

You frown, realizing that this isn't something you could easily overcome. Humiliated, you dejectedly gather your things. "I... I understand..." you say as you fumble to put your bra back on, not willing to look him in the face.

"Hey..."

You avoid eye contact.

"Hey... look at me..." Devin lifts your chin so you face him. "You are better than this. I'll contact my lawyer friend. You want to make your husband hurt as bad as he hurt you? Hit him in the pocket book, huh?"

You nod passively and slip on your dress. The fight in you has faded away with the rejection. Devin frowns and drops your chin. He sighs and adds, "If you need anything else... platonic-ally... let me know."

You nod again and he lets you out of his house. You make a long shameful walk back to your house. You can already feel the eyes looking upon you from the neighborhood harpies. You can already imagine what the gossip will be now. She just threw herself at the black man and even he didn't want her! How **** can she be to get off? What was she thinking?

Defeated and alone, you want to curl up in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. You walk by the study. The video is still playing; it has been set to repeat, and the sight of your next door neighbor getting plowed by the man you go to bed with stokes the dying fire in your belly. You will not take this lying down! One rejection will not put an end to your crusade! You will get back up and throw yourself at another and another until someone will take you and you will get your ****!