This is the result of a request from an Aussie woman named Jill for a "hot, romantic story involving a beautiful woman who is taken from her husband by another man."
Standing before her full-length closet mirror, Jill debated how far she should go with her outfit for work that day.
While always a bit of a flirt anyway, she had to admit that more and more she'd really been enjoying the reactions she was receiving lately from men - and even many women - when she flirted. She was especially enjoying the escalating flirting game she had been engaging in with Trent, her incredibly sexy co-worker.
Trent was every bit as hot as she was, and the fact that the company stud had decided to make Jill the object of his latest attentions only heightened her desire to play her flirting game.
Whereas she was classically beautiful with perfect suntanned skin and long, silky black hair framing intensely bright emerald eyes, Trent was rough-looking, with a darker Mediterranean complexion. He always seemed to have a five o'clock shadow to go with an unruly mop of careless black hair, and his large, sensual mouth including shining white teeth and full, kissable lips just drove her to distraction.
More than anything, she couldn't get past the depth of his deep brown eyes. His eyes were so dark that they often appeared black, which Jill found to be an immense turn-on.
There was only one thing that excited Jill even more than fiery dark eyes: the idea of hot, nasty sex, especially with a gorgeous man sporting a really large cock. That's what turned her on more than anything.
Trent very obviously possessed just such a cock, the conspicuous bulge of which she loved to admire in his business slacks. She could usually make out its length and shape quite clearly, including the heavily ridged circumcised head. Seeing Trent's dick on such tempting display always made her mouth water.
Supposedly he never wore underwear either, which was another major turn-on for her.
She didn't find that notion difficult at all to believe. Besides the way it moved so freely and showed so vividly in his slacks, she had also become quite adept at 'accidentally' brushing her ass against his lengthy bulge whenever she found herself in tight quarters with him.
'He looks like a fucking vampire; a vampire with a beautiful cock, ' she thought.
Jill often wondered how Trent got away with looking so casual and downright rough in such a professional work environment. Then she thought about all the water cooler gossip among her female co-workers regarding how "well hung Trent is" and how "voracious his appetites are in bed." Many of her friends at work, including Jennifer, the owner of the company, were always telling her how much they enjoy his "huge, hungry cock."
Jill's boss was married; happily married, in fact, and Jill thought that Jennifer had always been faithful to her husband. One day over lunch, however, that notion was blown out of the water when Jennifer couldn't help but giggle about Trent's cock and how that very morning in her office he had just torn her apart with it. She was ecstatic, raving to Jill about all the wild sex they'd been having.
'Now Trent seems to be turning his attention to me, ' Jill smiled to herself, anxiously perusing the sexier outfits in her closet. 'It's about time, ' she thought, her smile curling into a mischievous grin.
While truly not the least bit vain or arrogant, nevertheless Jill knew she was gorgeous; people made that perfectly clear to her practically everywhere she went. She knew she wasn't merely 'pretty, ' 'cute' or 'attractive.' She also wasn't just 'doing well for her age, ' which was not yet an issue for her at a very youthful-appearing thirty-one.
She was under no illusions that she was anything but a total knockout, at least whenever she wanted to be. Even her husband's friends could barely contain themselves around her.
Ah yes, her husband. Jill was married; which, at that particular moment, she rather regretted.
Her husband was a good man and a caring husband, she had to admit. Always faithful, never short-tempered, he was very understanding and supportive. He'd been a great friend, and over their six years of marriage they had managed to carve out a nice, comfortable existence together.
"Comfortable," Jill said with derision, gazing into her closet's mirror. "I want more than 'comfortable.' I'll bet Trent would show me more than just comfort," she added with a trace of bitterness, fidgeting in her bath towel. "Why is it that everyone but my 'comfortable' husband acts like they can barely stop themselves from ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless?" she continued, speaking to the mirror.
She began to feel angry, and a new resolve washed over her.
Dropping her towel, she said, "Well, my 'comfortable' hubby, if you're not going to appreciate this hot wife of yours, then maybe I'll give other men more of what they've been asking for."
She studied herself in the mirror, justifiably pleased with what she saw. She decided her husband was an idiot for not wanting to ravage her the moment she walked through the door every night.
Standing sidelong to her mirror, she ran her scarlet nails down her taut stomach and wonderfully ripe thighs before trailing her fingertips back up to her smooth, tight bubble ass. Inspecting herself very thoroughly, she decided that she absolutely adored her lush, sensual curves.
Many men had told her that her ass was her greatest physical asset. Touching herself, she could see their point. She knew she had a delectable bottom.
She caressed the soft, silky folds of her hairless pussy, delighted that she had treated herself to a complete waxing. Although she'd always kept her full, pouting labia and pretty pucker bare, she usually maintained a small, neat patch of dark fur above her pussy. She'd only recently stripped it utterly clean, and she savored the thought.
She had long fought a battle with herself over her pussy lips. She knew she didn't have what the men in her office jokingly referred to as a "butter knife wound" type of pussy in which almost nothing is visible except for a straight, discreet slit; the kind of pussy one expects to see on a twelve-year-old girl.
No, she had very prominent labia, like succulent rose petals. Even when she wasn't excited - which lately hadn't often been the case, since she was in a nearly permanent state of arousal - her pouting inner lips extended well beyond her outer labia. When she was totally wet and wanting a good fuck, her sex flowered open, practically palpitating.
As she studied her open, glistening pussy in the mirror, she was amazed by how eloquently it described her turned-on mood.
It was her gorgeously slutty-looking pussy, she realized, that made her finally decide to break down and wax her mons completely bare. She had guessed that her very womanly pussy lips combined with a young girl's smooth, hairless mound would make for quite the striking visual, and the image reflected in her mirror confirmed that she'd been correct.
'My pussy, not my ass ... my pussy is my best feature, ' she thought, stroking her slit with painted fingertips. Covering them in silky wetness, she brought them one by one to her mouth, tasting herself. 'Mmmm, definitely my pussy.'
Flexing her thighs, she again admired their sleek, rounded lines. She loved how her legs looked so strong leading up to her smooth, blemish-free ass, which had no sag at all, she noted with pride.
Turning her back to the mirror, she also noted the beautiful gap at the top of her thighs, thrilling over the way it framed her gorgeous sex so invitingly.
Again turning sidelong to the mirror, she arched her elegant back while cupping her large, firm breasts.
Stacey, her friend at work, always told everybody that Jill's breasts were her best physical feature. As Jill studied them in the mirror, she couldn't really argue the point. She hefted her breasts and released them, once again noting with satisfaction that despite their ample size they merely bounced once before coming to rest. They didn't flop or sag at all.
'Perfect tits, ' she thought, caressing her outrageously erect nipples.
Jill's areolas were rosy pink, and they glowed in beautiful contrast to her warm skin tone. She truly had the longest, thickest nipples she'd ever seen. Not even her sisters' nipples were quite as prominent, though their breasts were just as large.
Between her incredible breasts and those tantalizing nipples, Jill felt truly blessed.
She tugged on them, laughing to herself, 'I'm like a female version of Trent the Vampire, with his big cock! We belong together!'
Noticing that it was getting late and she had better get a move on if she hoped to catch her train on time, she stopped playing with herself and began to get dressed.
Deciding that she really wanted to up the ante that day with her flirting, she pulled out her sexiest work skirt. Though not as tiny as any of the micro-minis she typically wore to go clubbing, it was the shortest one she could hope to get away with while maintaining at least the facade of professional business attire. It probably was still too short for work, but her office had scheduled that day as their once-a-month "Casual Friday."
She grinned to herself, 'Screw 'em if they can't take a joke. I'm going to have some fun today.'
The skirt was a skintight charcoal gray wool number that only extended eight inches below her pussy, and the four-inch slits on each side exposed quite a bit more thigh. Trying it on, she realized it was shorter than she'd thought. She knew she would have to be careful how she sat.
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