The Asian Intern & the Married Man Ch. 02

DISCLAIMER: This story is about a husband wilfully cheating on his wife. If this genre offends you please read no further!

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In the days following the phone incident, Mark was battling with his conscious. On the one hand Alisha was saying one thing, but on the other, seemed to be leading him in a different direction. Mark somehow found a way to keep some distance between him and Alisha. It was hard, but he needed some time to regroup.

What did he want? What did Alisha want? Could he break it off before it went too far? After the pleasures Alisha has shown him would he ever be satisfied with another woman again? These questions and more plagued Mark. He was even having trouble sleeping.

Mark's wife was on the phone asking when they could get Alisha around for dinner. He supposed he would have to face her at some point. He called for her to come in.

"Hey stranger long time no see," Alisha started. "I was beginning to think you were giving me the cold shoulder," she said as she crossed her arms.

"Ahhhh yes, well the truth is Alisha... I'm just not sure about how I can continue to do this."

"Well it didn't stop you before," Alisha looked frustrated, "what's changed?"

"Look I guess I just ...well ... needed something exciting in my life," Mark began to say. "I appreciate what you have been doing for me and it has been great but I am just worried about how this is going to go down," Mark said as he put his hands through his hair.

"Well I am glad I could have been of service," Alisha said sarcastically. "Will that be all?" she was evidently pissed.

"Alisha, don't be like that...,," Mark began before being interrupted.

"You know what Mark... Fuck it, ok... You don't want to fuck me anymore. Good. I guess everything will be fine now with your wife. Mission accomplished," Alisha sniggered, "good luck with that," she then made for the door without looking back even with Mark calling after her.

The next few days were painful. She wouldn't acknowledge him at all and what was worse was that several times he saw her flirting with the other male employees. One time she caught him looking and smirked. Mark felt insanely jealous. He knew he shouldn't be, but he just would not be able handle seeing her with another man let alone think about her fucking another man.

Not only was he missing her but his balls were aching. He needed his release in only the way that he knew Alisha could provide. At times he didn't know if his dick was doing the thinking or him. After three days he just couldn't stand it anymore. He needed her bad. He texted her to come in the office.

"What can I do for you Mark?" she asked indifferently.

"We need to talk. I am sorry about what I said. I really really want you now. I need you so bad," Mark said.

"That's nice. I'm afraid it's a bit late for that now. I've got a date on Friday with Bill," Alisha began to leave his office. Alisha's words were like needles piercing his heart.

"Please Alisha... I'll do anything!" Mark pleaded.

Alisha stopped in her tracks facing away from Mark. A knowing mischievous smile emerged on her face unbeknownst to Mark. She stopped smiling before turning back to face him. "You want me? You need me? Do you?! Ok, prove it. Fuck me in your wife's bed!" Alisha ordered.

Mark knew refusal would mean more pain. He lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"You know what forget about it. I want to see where this date with Bill takes me..." she turned and continued for the door.

"Wait...Alisha! Wait! Ok ok. Let's do it. I mean... I want to do it... Ok? Now come on baby come to me. I need you," Mark had a shaky smile on his face hoping that this would be enough.

"Great Mark, but I said PROVE IT. Make it happen and I will fuck you in your office again. But not before. I will even call off the date will Bill. I await your call," she opened the door.

"Ok ok I will be in touch," Mark said submissively. Why was he letting this woman control him like this? "Oh, yeah," he thought to himself, "she is fucking hot, has a smoking body and fucks like a demon." He couldn't refuse her if he wanted to. Just then he remembered his wife pestering him.

"Umm Alisha, I know this is not really the most appropriate time, but my wife has been on the phone and is on my case about dinner arrangements with you. Why don't you make a quick appearance. You don't have to stay long. She is insisting and it would seem weird if you say you can't come now," Mark finished.

"Well you know what honey. I would love to come to dinner and meet your lovely wife face to face. But I am afraid you will both have me at a disadvantage if I am in unfamiliar territory. You will need to invite me over to your house before dinner. I will need to mark my territory while she is not there. I need to know the house. I get uncomfortable in new places. You understand. Sounds like you will need to get busy. Let me know the dates and times," with that she left.

'Mark my territory?' What the fuck does that mean? Is it a play on words? Who the fuck is this woman? What a bitch holding out on me like that.

Mark arrived home exhausted. He couldn't think when he would be able to find time to get his wife out of the house long enough so that he could have Alisha over. Why was she putting him in this position?

Mark collapsed into bed and lay next to his wife who was turned to one side. He sighed deeply. His wife began to talk.

"Hey honey. Stressful day? Listen something is up with my sister. She's having trouble with her project and her kids are acting up. She needs some help. I am going to need to spend the weekend at her's if that is ok with you. I hope you haven't made plans for us?" She said sleepily while still facing away from him.

'BINGO!' Mark thought to himself. His heart began to race. He tried to hide his excitement. "Oh ok. Bummer. Well ... sure ok. I've got a ton of work to do anyway," Mark reassured her.

He waited for the familiar sound of his wife's soft snoring before grabbing his iPhone and messaging Alisha. CANT DO WEEKDAY BUT WIFE AWAY FOR WEEKEND. CANCEL DATE WITH BILL. COME ON SATURDAY. He waited for a reply. Nothing. Maybe she was asleep or maybe she was playing mind games on him. He lay awake for an hour longer before finally settling down and sleeping.

The next day he entered the office and walked through the cubicles to his room. He saw Alisha talking to Bill. He looked disappointed. His head hung low. She had done it. She had cancelled the date.

She then looked up at Mark with a bright expression on her face while Bill still stood in front of her. "Hi Mark!" As Mark greeted her back, Alisha continued to smile while watching Mark walking to his room. Bill picked up on it looking at Alisha then to Mark and then back to Alisha again. He had a puzzled expression on his face. "Is there something I should know Alisha?" he asked confused. "You do know Mark is happily married, right?" Bill looked disapprovingly at her.

"Yeah of course I do silly. I just think he is cute that is all. Don't tell me you don't check girls out from time to time," Alisha said only half registering Bill while still looking in the direction of Mark.

Bill shook his head with a frustrated look on his face. His expression said it all. He thought she was a fucking bitch and he didn't want anything more to do with her.

She walked towards his office before opening the door and entering. "Mark, I got your message. I am so excited... A whole weekend! I cancelled the date with Bill... " she continued but Mark interrupted.

"Whoah, Alisha just for a few hours. I don't know if my nerves could handle you staying the full weekend. I just meant that I'll be available," Mark confirmed.

"Of course. That's what I meant. When can I come over?" She asked.

"Well either Friday evening or Saturday or Sunday. She leaves Friday and comes back on Sunday afternoon," Mark stated.

"Oh ok..." she thought to herself for a second before continuing, "You know what? Friday evening will be the best time for me. Can't wait tiger!" Alisha smiled with that look on her face that suggested she had plans beyond what she was letting on.

"Great! Ok umm ok well she leaves at 6pm so if you come at say..., after 8:30, then it will be safe. Now if you don't mind making your way over here ..." Mark began before Alisha cut him off.

"Uh uh uh! Not until Friday. You have to keep your word," she teased.

"I was afraid you would say that. Hey look, is Bill ok? He looked a little cut up," Mark asked.

"Oh yes, well yeah. I will tell you about him on Friday. I've got a busy day ahead. Can't wait till Friday! Better go, see you soon!" She said as she left the room.

Mark took a deep breath then collapsed back on his chair. He realised he really didn't know this woman as well as he thought he did and he cursed himself for being so weak-willed.

Although it seemed like weeks, Friday finally came around. Mark was out the office door early to say goodbye to his wife for the weekend and prepare himself for what was to come. As he arrived home he noticed a small suitcase by the door. "Hi honey, I'm home", he yelled out.

"Oh hey sweetie, just preparing some dinner so you don't starve tonight," he heard her call from the kitchen.

Mark was feeling very nervous about this. He was paranoid that his wife was going to pick up on it. His thoughts also shifted to his neighbors and if they would see Alisha coming in the door. So many things could go wrong. He took a deep breath and helped himself to a generous glass of wine to calm his nerves.

His wife walked out of the kitchen into the dining room. "Oh starting early are we?" she laughed. "Tough day?"

"Let's just say I'm glad it's the weekend," Mark managed to say while trying best not to give anything away.

"Well you probably deserve it. Dinner is in the oven. Make sure you turn the oven off when you hear the timer. Better get going, want to beat the heavy traffic," Joyce said as she hurriedly kissed Mark on the cheek while lugging a suitcase in one hand and another bag in the other.

"Be good," his wife called out as she waved and got in the driver seat.

Mark was taken back a bit by her choice of words, but responded accordingly. He walked back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa. He realized he had a few hours to get ready before Alisha arrives but now he needed to relax. He took a deep breath.

DING DONG! His wife must have forgotten something.

He got up and walked to the front door. An array of bright colorful clothing was evident even through the pain glass windows of his door. This wasn't Joyce he realized. He opened the door and there stood Alisha in a bright yellow and orange summer dress. She looked even more stunning with her hair and makeup done up.

"I hope you don't mind me arriving early. It's just that ... well I couldn't wait plus I had nothing to do for the next few hours. I thought some extra time together would be nice," she said as she smiled sexily.

Mark was horrified and his face expressed this clearly as well as a look of confusion. "Are you fucking crazy? My wife just left not more than a few minutes ago. What if she had seen you?!" Mark whispered loudly.

"Relax honey. I saw her leave. I'm not stupid," Alisha smiled at him amused at how worked up he was.

"So you were spying on us?" Mark asked incredulously.

"If you want to call it that. But actually I just arrived early and thought I would wait until I saw the bitch leave. That's all," Alisha smirked.

Mark wasn't sure he liked his wife being called a bitch or Alisha's casual attitude. However, he thought better than to argue with her at the front door where passer byers or neighbors might notice.

"Ok well come in ... I guess," Mark said as he held the door open while scouting the outside surroundings to see no one was looking. Alisha picked up several bags and strolled in.

As soon as the door shut and Mark turned around to look at Alisha she started attacking him with a long passionate kiss which caught him off guard and pushed him back against the closed door. Her body was pressed up against him. She turned her head and started licking up his neck then worked her way up to his ear then bit on it before whispering, "feeling better now? Relax, you need this" She pulled away before looking up and smiling.

Mark had started to forget what he was worried about but began to object. "I have neighbors you know. It's broad daylight...," he started to say before interrupted by Alisha.

"In time that won't even matter to you anymore," Alisha murmured while looking down.

"What was that?" Mark asked surprised.

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about getting dinner started. I bought some ingredients for one of my specialties. That's the kitchen I guess," she said as she started towards it. Mark followed. This girl was bold if nothing else.

"Actually my wife prepared something for me," Mark said while following her in.

"That's nice. Is this it in the oven?" Alisha asked while helping herself to oven mitts and opening the oven door, bending down with her legs straight to display her incredible round ass.

"Oh it won't be ready yet. And I am not sure it's a good idea for you to be meddling in my wife's kitchen. She notices little things," Mark said while Alisha picked up the risotto and walked towards Mark.

"Did you hear me?" Mark asked.

"Uh huh," Alisha distractedly answered before finding the bin and emptying the contents of the tray in it. "We won't be needing this shit," she said as she put the now empty tray by the sink.

Holy fuck. Mark thought to himself. What an earth had he got himself into.

"But before I get started on dinner, why don't you be a gentleman and give me a tour of the house," Alisha said excitedly while extending her hand for Mark to hold.

"Ummm ... ok sure. Well you have seen the living room," Mark said as he led her hand in hand through it.

"Hmmmm looks nice but the decoration is all off and it's a bit plain. I could do a lot with this room," Alisha said while pausing.

"I'm sure you could," Mark said wearily as he led her to the next room. "And here is the guest room," Mark said as he gestured.

"We won't be spending much time in there," Alisha giggled as she let Mark lead her up the stairs to the second floor. Damn it! He thought to himself. He had wanted the extra time to prepare before Alisha got here. He needed to put away some of the photos of him and his wife by the bed and on the wall.

"And here is the bedroom. Nothing unique about it really," Mark hurriedly said trying his best to lead her quickly to the next room. But Alisha stood her ground.

"Hold on a bit honey. I want to know more about the room we are going to be spending most of our time in," she giggled as she broke her grip with Mark and wondered in. "Nice photos of you two. They look cute," Alisha said while picking one of them up.

"Yes, well sorry I had meant to put all these away before you got here," Mark responded.

"Why? I want to look at them while you fuck me. They turn me on," Alisha looked at him seductively and started walking towards him. Mark started backing up but collapsed on the bed behind him. Alisha crawled on top of him and straddled him.

"I know you have needed me this week," she began, "I didn't mean to be a pussy tease. You have waited long enough. What do you say we break the tension between us before dinner," she said as she guided Mark's hands up to her soft breasts. "You bad boy. You have a woman on top of you in your marital bed. Your hands are all over my tits. I wonder what is going to happen next..." Alisha said while smiling at him slyly. "Do my tits feel better than your wife's", Alisha asked.

Mark gave in. This was now the Alisha Show. He knew she was running things now. "Yes, Alisha your tits are much bigger and softer than my wife's," he started while kneading them in his hands. They felt soft under her summer dress and she wasn't wearing a bra. He pulled her dress over her head. She lifted her arms up high to help. Underneath the dress she was wearing a tight zebra colored thong. He grabbed her ass while she started to grind against his stiffening cock.

"I guess this is the first time we have ever been on a bed. It's nice," Alisha continued to grind. Suddenly she bounced up and down before suddenly stopping.

"This bed sure is quiet. How come the headboard doesn't hit the wall?" Alisha asked.

"We just have it pushed right up against the wall. Why?" Mark asked.

"Well don't you like to hear the headboard knock the wall when you guys fuck?" Alisha asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ummm, yeah I guess it would be kind of hot but we never wanted to disturb the neighbors," Mark replied wanting to continue.

"Well I don't know about Joyce, but if I had a man like you, I would want the whole neighborhood to know that you are getting fucked regularly," Alisha said while unbuttoning his pants and getting off him to pull them off. "Oh yeah, that's what I missed," she said as she kissed up and down his shaft.

"Oh yeah ...," Mark moaned. Alisha began to slurp.

"Look me in the eyes while I suck you baby. That's it. Don't look away. Look at me. Whose cock is this baby?" Alisha asked while resting his big cock on her cheek.

"Yours baby. Only yours," Mark replied.

"That's right it's my property. Every inch of it. Every long thick inch of it. All for me, none for her," Alisha said while looking over at the picture of Mark and his wife in a happy embrace.

"Oh imagine what it would look like if your wife came through the door now. My head between your legs with my ass sticking out facing her. Let me tell you something. I wouldn't leave this dick for a minute. You'd have to force me off it," Alisha said as she started to attack his cock.

"Alisha you are crazy. Half the time I don't know if you are for real or just saying these things," Mark groaned.

"I want some dick," Alisha suddenly said before sitting up and straddling him. She pulled her g-string to one side and began to rub his knob against her clit. "It looks like these two best of friends missed each other a lot. Seems like they can't keep away from each other," She said before slipping his knob in. She always felt so right and hot.

"Oh fuck!" Mark groaned. This is what he had been missing the past week. "Shit Alisha, why did you make me wait so long for this?" Mark groaned.

"Ohhh! Mark! You know why baby, you know why. Ahhh! Oh yeah!" She started riding him slow then increased the pace. She was very loud. Mark thought she was too loud in the office but this was ridiculous.

"Never...let ...your cock ...out of my pussy," Alisha yelled.

Mark grabbed her tits as she started to pick up the pace.

"That's it baby squeeze my big tits! Yeah! Take from me what your wife can't give you," Alisha moaned.

Suddenly Alisha pulled off this cock.

"What's up?" Mark asked.

"It's the bed baby. I came here to get a good fuck. Part of the reason why I wanted to come here was to be myself and not have to keep us a secret like when we are in the office. But your bed is too quiet. I need the walls to be shaking for me to feel like I have been fucked right. Don't you think so? Let's pull the bed back a little so we can get the headboard banging the wall. That would turn me on so much honey. Come on give me a hand," Alisha asked while getting off the bed.

"You are crazy Alisha. You want the neighbors to hear us? I don't. I live here. I have to see these people from time to time," Mark pleaded.

"Sex is a natural part of life Mark. Who gives a fuck about the neighbors? Plus they will probably think I'm Joyce anyway," Alisha said as she started to pull the bed back.