In Too Deep

2. Marshall

"When I'm with you, I'm a different person, and I ain't never met a chick as perfect.
Girl you're a ten so here I am"

I'm not sure if the correct term for me would be a predator, certainly adulterer but that label was old hat this wasn't the first marriage I'd had that I'd cheated on my wife. It was kind of 'my thing' although no one knew about Naomi and I so it was really only me labelling myself.

Four years we'd been doing this dirt and it was bad, the worst kind of dirt, I really didn't set out to hurt nobody but it was inevitable it was going to happen.

I wanted my wife Julia to catch me, I was getting sloppy with not deleting text messages, keeping photos of Omi on my phone and having her text me or call me any time she'd like. I wasn't being careful at all.
The thing I couldn't work out in my mind was whether I wanted to get caught out because I wanted free of Julia and be with Omi or did I want to be free of Omi and the guilt. The situation was fucked up.

My wife Julia is two years older than me, she's beautiful, smart and for all of my fucked up flaws loves and worships me, we've been married for five years and known each other for eight. The first time I met her she blew me the fuck away the way she carried herself, her laugh was amazing and she single handedly bought a room of men to their fucking knees, I was smitten immediately, I think I fell in love with her the first time she called me out on some bullshit I was trying to sell her. Julia wouldn't stand for it and she won me over without any hesitation on my behalf. She is a force to be reckoned with.

We really were from two different worlds but together we added up to one big fucking planet.
She was a teenage mother and as a result her daughter could pass for her younger sister rather than her child. I loved her despite her love of ABBA and let me tell you that was hard to overcome, the fact that I now subconsciously found myself humming along most of the time was a constant source of delight and entertainment to Julia, but she excused my many flaws so it was the least I could do.

Julia was strong willed and even though she never needed to work again once we were married she'd insisted on keeping it business as usual, I found it quite sexy in the beginning that she was out there earning her own living, until I realised there was nothing I could buy her that she couldn't buy for herself, my masculinity felt under threat especially as the guys at the studio began referring to me as a kept man.

So once a month she was usually away at some pharmaceutical conference or other and it gave me the perfect opportunity to indulge freely in Omi and her delectable body. Was it revenge against my successful wife? Maybe a cry for attention, I couldn't be so sure of that either.

I'd been attracted to Julia because she didn't give a shit about who I was or what I did, she pulled me up when my ego got a grip of me, knocked me straight back down to earth and I did worship her too, I still love her, she still gets me hot under the collar but the day I met Omi, I was done for. Fucking mid life crisis is what it was.

I drowned in fantasies of having this younger woman in my bed, obsessed about it even.

In hope of trapping her eventually I began working out in the gym at the studio conscious that I had at least ten years on her, I wanted her to look at my body and be turned on, not repulsed by my saggy pecs and belly that I just couldn't get rid of. Julia began to notice the change in the way my body looked after about two months of me working out, she was thrilled with it and I mentally praised myself, my efforts of attracting this young beauty coming to fruition.

Omi was a small but perfectly formed package, I felt like a giant when she stood next to me and I towered over her unlike all of the other fucking women in my life that had towered over me, she had bright green, cat like eyes that could make a grown man fall to his knees, she had a real feline quality, she moved gracefully and as far as real tits went hers were the best, God I loved her tits.
I loved how innocent she was when we first met one another, I loved taking her virginity, the feeling of her body stretching and accommodating my dick was a fantasy I often played out while thinking of her and jerking myself off, the memory of her cry of pain as I took her usually accompanied my dick spewing cum all over my greedy knuckles.