Say No to This
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He shouldn't be doing this. He was married. Happily, too. He loved his wife. Not too mention, the other was married as well. But… she looked so helpless. Lying on the bed, half clothed and legs enticingly spread. He should have said no. He shouldn't've even entered her house. He shouldn't have even let her take her jacket off. He was gone as soon as her shoulders were bared. Her body was screaming yes at him and she looked so helpless. He couldn't help it.
"I… should go…" he said, gulping. She brushed hair over her shoulder.
"Stay, sir." as soon as the words left her mouth, he was gone. He pulled his shirt off and climbed onto the bed, between her invitingly long legs.
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He would've liked to say that the first was also the last time. But it wasn't. She said her husband wasn't around. He knew her husband. It was true. He never had seemed to care. So, they kept at it.
It continued for months. She was so willing for him. Her body was all his, and when she cried out his name, he was gone. She always seemed so helpless for him. He'd come over and she'd smile, her legs spread and her body ready for him. He didn't know how to to say no. She asked him to stay just once, and he was wrapped around her delicate, talented, sensual fingers.
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It had been months. He had seen her nearly everyday in that time. Quite a feat, really. That is, until a message was left on his home answering machine.
'Hello. You may not be home, but I know you'll get this. I hope I find you in good health, both you and your people. In good enough help, you're willing to help someone in not as good a state as myself. I am quite down on my luck. You see, that is my wife you decided to fuck. You can keep at it, but I need pay. If you don't pay and don't stop your fun? Well. You know my wife. I'll tell yours.'
He panicked. He went to her house as soon as possible. He found her there, messing around on her computer in her room. He was red in anger.
"You whore!" her head snapped to him, "I should cut your face so the others know what you've done!" tears filled her eyes.
"No, sir!" her voice was panicked, eyed shining like jewels. She looked pathetic, helpless. "Please don't leave, sir!"
"You told me he wasn't in the picture!"
"Just pay! You can have me!"
"I don't want you!" it was a lie. Her body pressed against his, he wanted her more than ever. She looked so helpless. So wanting.
"Please, sir. Don't leave me, sir," she said, pressing closer. He could feel her breasts against his chest, becoming aroused just by the feel. Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don't know how to say no to this. He didn't know how, so he didn't.
"No one has to know…"
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He had paid. But then she told his wife, anyway. Her husband stood behind her, grinning nastily at him. His own wife wouldn't even look him in the eye.
Denmark was ruined. Norway, beautiful, wonderful Norway whom he loved more than anything. Hated him. With everything she was. And the cause of this? She laughed. She laughed, and covered the scar he'd put on her face after she told with makeup. She hung off her husband's arm. And everyone, everyone, was convinced that it was Denmark whom had seduced poor, sweet, innocent little America away South Korea, whom she loved with all her heart. Denmark felt like dying. He only had one thought;
Why couldn't I say no to this?