**More often than not it starts with a look. Like the movie Inception when a woman cheats, among other factors, it starts with an idea. The seed for that idea is planted in a look. The look is one of the most powerful weapons a man can use when seducing a woman, a married woman in particular. A firm gaze that’s held too long, a head to toe glance, a dark smirk, it tells a woman everything you would do to her given the chance. It opens the door to the idea of an unsatisfied married woman to cheat and once the door is open all that’s left is to walk through.** !(https://blog.loveawake.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/scaled.jpg) **
Let’s call her M. Persian, I’ve always had a secret kink for persian girls. The hardest of races to crack. Their social circle can be as exclusive and damn near hard to penetrate. Even though they are a minority since most of them come from Arab money Persian girls come with a stuck up white girl attitude. Rule of thumb if you’re not a bottle service rolling playboy don’t even step, that’s if you get passed the velvet rope, and someone in her family circle can vouch for you. They’re as hard to get into as Asian girls but with sexier, curvier bodies.** To start off with M had that good hair, long, silky and raven black down to her mid back. Her eyes started out round and thinned out at the corners like an ancient hieroglyphics painting in a tomb somewhere guiding a dead priest to his afterlife. Her skinned had that golden brown hue that got soaked in the sun and got better in the summer. Her body was pleasant to my eyes. Six months after having a baby it was bouncing back nicely with added curves. On top of that her attitude was about 15% hood from growing up listening to rap music. I knew from the start I wanted her, she was the nicest thing on my floor. I would have to run python game, death by a thousand paper cuts. It started with highs and hellos in the hallway. Then innocent conversation about each other weekends where I didn’t reveal much.
During this period it turns out she had a class with my sister in college. Also we had both worked for a different company at the same time two years before. Once that was established, I told her a little bit more about my weekends, hyping up crazy nights out in DC, clubs and lounges I was hanging out at. Softly hinting on taking different women out on dates. I kept it light and funny. She started stopping by my office for Monday morning conversations. Soon she started trying to call me out and tease me about being a player. I played it vague and did not deny or confirm. After this she Facebooked me and I knew soon the next phase would begin. Our office visits would last longer and longer. She’d go get coffee and ask me to walk and talk with her. Finally she started gossiping to me about the problems her married friends were having and divorces of people she knew. This soon moved to her telling me all the problems her and her husband would have. It started out so innocent (in her mind). She’d ask me if I thought all men cheated. She asked me what I thought turned most guys on in a marriage and how to spice things up. Her husband traveled often for work and in fact worked at the same company as us. I knew the guy, he was a dick. They married young as is the custom in [Persian](https://www.loveawake.com/free-online-dating/Iran-dating-service.html?page=31) culture she was now only 26 but you’d swear she had the life style of a married 35 year old. They got the big house, expensive car, the kid, but she was missing something more. She used to go o the clubs, knew all the bouncers and promoters, partied in Miami on the weekends.
When they first started dating they had sex constantly now of course after the kid not as much. Her man being traditional was extremely alpha and extremely strict. She wasn’t allowed to wear dresses to work. She wasn’t allowed to go to clubs with her friends, always had to check in with him on everything. I never judged though or talked badly about him, I just listened, gave her objective advice when asked and kept giving her the look. This all took about eight months. It was a naturally building relationship, becoming a confidant. I felt like a CIA agent working an asset. We both knew the direction this was going she just pretended not to. She kept pressing me on the women I was seeing, asking me about girls she saw on my facebook. I openly shared stories with her. She’d ask what I was into, what I was looking for and I told her. She just wanted what every girl her age wants, to be wanted. To be chased and lusted after. She had everything in her life that she thought would make her happy but realized she’s just watching it pass her by. Men, including her husband used to look at her a certain way and she feels that these days men don’t look at her like that anymore. The final stage came a few months later. She IMed me one day and said she had a dream about me the other night. I played stupid and asked what type. She hesitated for a few exchanges before revealing it was one of a sexual nature. From then on the creep clock started counting down.
Our flirting grew more intense, I’d lag behind her on our walks and openly comment about how great her ass was. She was becoming more emotionally invested in our work romance. She was “confused” with her feeling. She swore she loved her husband and had never ever cheated on him but there was just something about the way I spoke to her, our connection. She valued my friendship and cared deeply about me. We’d have conversations about what we would do if we had a free night out together, where we would go, if [she was asexual](https://www.loveawake.com/free-online-dating/asexual-singles), if she’d met me before her husband. I understood that up till now it was just a fantasy in her head. It was safe and ok because “technically” she hadn’t cheated or done anything wrong besides just talk. But at the same time the confusion was pulling her apart. Some nights she’d IM me at while her husband sat right next to her watching tv. There were many times she would make plans with me to go to a happy hour after work then when the day came, she canceled. This happened a few times. Finally she told me that she would be in DC on Friday night because a friend of hers was having a Bachelorette party at club near I usually hung out. Plans where made for me and my boys to be there and make it look like an accidental run in. She was excited and almost giddy as the date got closer. She kept coming up with different scenarios of sneaking away to dance in a corner somewhere. She wanted to try all the different shots she heard me mention from nights out with my friends. We came up with a script on how to explain me being there to her friends and family and what I was doing in the club that night. **Finally the Friday night came……**