Anne and the Affair

My name is Max Irving. I'm single and 22. I work as a security guard, so I have to keep pretty fit, and, well, I must admit: I'm not a bad looker: but I just can't seem to have any luck with chicks. Not that I don't try, I regularly have girlfriends, but never very serious relationships.

That all changed on one fateful day. My friend of many years, Kevin, had to go on a business trip to some way-out-there little tropical island. He was an expert on natural disasters, earthquakes in particular, and something in the area had been reported as "very strange". That's all he ever said about it.

Anyway, this trip was meant to last a few months, and Anne, his wife, was thoroughly against it.

She was 25, and a very bossy, almost dominatrix-type woman, and she knew that her looks could get her anywhere. Her shoulder-length hair was a shining gold color, her round face was perfect with full lips and piercing blue eyes, and she had an amazing hour-glass figure with large, firm breasts that jiggled in the sexy clothes she usually wore. Her legs were trim and well-shaped, and she had an ass you could bounce a quarter on. In other words, she was five and a half feet of pure, unadulterated sexiness.

I think I'm the only one who knows the reason she rose so rapidly in the ranks at her work. Everyone just thought she was smart, but oooh no, I knew about the way she constantly gave the boss blowjobs. Not even Kev knew about that, and she kept it a big secret from him. The only way I found out was that I was also a good friend of that boss, Steven. Small world, huh? One day, Steve had told me about how hot his new employee was, and how she had made her little deal with him. A few hours later, Anne herself told me about her new job, and straight away I knew it was her. Later, I confronted her about it; she went a sickly shade of green when I told her I'd found out. But, I promised to keep it a secret - partly because I was hoping to get into her pants. Now I know that that would be betraying Kev, but this lady was HOT. Wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, tight ass, nice firm tits...

Sorry. Back to the story. Anyway, she was against him going on this trip, but nothing could stop him, and a couple of days later he had gone.

It was then that Anne started visiting me - regularly. The fact we only lived down the road was partly the reason, and I guessed she must have just been lonely without Kevin at home.

It was one Friday, after a long week and a VERY long day, when I had just got back from work, when I found out her true intentions.